Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.82 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Do you call, anon sir. What is there provided for dinner I cannot readily tell you sir, if you please, you may go into the kitchen and see yourself sir, many Gentlemen of worship do use to do it, I assure you sir? A pretty familiar Priggin rascal, he has his part without book? Against you are ready to drink to me, widow, i'll be present to pledge you. Nay I commend your care, 'tis done well of you? ass what have I forgot. What Mistress? I slipped my wedding Ring off when I washed, and left it at my lodging, prithee run, I shall be sad without it, so, he's gone!— boy? Anon forsooth? Come hither sirrah, learn secretly if one Master Hoard an ancient Gentleman be about house? I heard such a one named. Commend me to him. I be do thy commendations? Oh you come well: away, to boat, be gone. Thus wisemen are revenged give two for one. I must request you sir, to show extraordinary care, my Uncle comes with Gentlemen his friends, and 'tis upon a making? Is it so? I'll give a special charge good Master Wit-good, may I be bold to see her? Who he widow? With all my heart i'faith, i'll bring you to her? If she be a Staffordshire Gentlewoman, 'tis much if I know her not,— How now, boy, drawer. Hie? Do you call sir? Went the Gentlewoman up that was here? Up sir? she went out sir. Out sir? Out sir: one Master Hoard with a guard of Gentlemen carried her out at backdoor, a pretty while since sir. Hoord, death and darkness, Hoord. The devil of ring I can find? How now, what news, where's the widow? My Mistress? is she not here sir? More madness yet. she sent me for a Ring. A plot, a plot: to Boat she's stole away. What? Follow, inquire, old Hoord my uncles Adversary— Nephew, what's that? Thrice miserable wretch. Why what's the matter? The widow's borne away sir? Ha, passion of me, a heavy welcome Gentlemen. The widow gone? Who durst attempt it? Who but old Hoord, my uncles adversary? How? With his confederates. Hoord, my deadly enemy, Gentlemen stand to me, I will not bear it, 'tis in hate of me, That villain seeks my shame, nay thrifts my blood, he owes me mortal malice, I'll spend my wealth on this despiteful plot, Ere he shall cross me and my Nephew thus. So maliciously. How now you treacherous Rascal? That's none of my name sir. Poor soul he knew not on't. I'm sorry, I see then 'twas a mere plot. I traced 'em nearly.— Well. And hear for certain, they have took Coleharbour. The devils Sanctuary, They shall not rest, I'll pluck her from his arms, Kind & dear Gentlemen, if ever I had seat within your breasts— No more good sir, it is a wrong to us, To see you injured in a cause so just: we'll spend our lives, but we will right our friends,
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Do you call, anon ſir. What is there prouided for dinner I cannot readily tell you ſir, if you pleaſe, you may goe into the kitchin and ſee your ſelfe ſir, many Gentlemen of worſhip do vſe to do it, I aſſure you ſir? A prety familiar Priggin raſkall, hee has his part without booke? Againſt you are ready to drinck to mee, widdow, ile bee preſent to pledge you. Nay I commend your care, tis donne well of you? aſſe what haue I forgot. What Miſtres? I ſlipt my wedding Ring off when I waſht, and left it at my lodging, prethee run, I ſhall be ſad without it, ſo, hee's gon!—boye? Anon forſooth? Come hether ſirrah, learne ſecretly if one Maiſter Hoord an antient Gentleman be about houſe? I heard ſuch a one nam'd. Commend me to him. I bee do thy commendations? Oh you come well: away, to boate, be gon. Thus wiſemen are reueng'd giue two for one. I muſt requeſt you ſir, to ſhow extraordinary care, my Vncle comes with Gentlemen his friends, and tis vpon a making? Is it ſo? Ile giue a ſpetiall charge good Maiſter Wit-good, may I be bold to ſee her? Who he widdow? Withall my heart ifayth, ile bring you to her? If ſhee bee a Staffordſheere Gentlewoman, tis much if I know her not, — How now, boy, drawer. Hie? Do you cal ſir? Went the Gentlewoman vp that was here? Vp ſir? ſhe went out ſir. Out ſir? Out ſir: one Maiſter Hoord with a guard of Gentlemen carried her out at backdoore, a pretie while ſince ſir. Hoord, death and darkeneſſe, Hoord. The deuill of ring I can finde? How now, what newes, where's the widdow? My Miſtris? is ſhe not here ſir? More madnes yet. Shee ſent me for a Ring. A plot, a plot: to Boate ſhee's ſtole away. What? Follow, enquire, old Hoord my Vncles Aduerſary— Nephew, what's that? Thrice miſerable wretch. Why what's the matter? The widdow's borne away ſir? Ha, paſſion of me, a heauy welcome Gentlemen. The widdow gon? Who durſt attempt it? Who but old Hoord, my Vncles aduerſary? How? With his confederates. Hoord, my deadly enimy, Gentlemen ſtand to me, I will not beare it, 'tis in hate of me, That villaine ſeekes my ſhame, nay thrifts my bloud, hee owes me mortall malice, Ile ſpend my wealth on this deſpitefull plot, Ere he ſhall croſſe me and my Nephew thus. So malitiouſlie. How now you treacherous Raſcall? That's none of my name ſir. Poore ſoule he knew not on't. Ime ſory, I ſee then 'twas a meere plot. I trac'de e'm neerely.— Well. And heare for certaine, they haue tooke Cole-harbor. The Diuils Sanctuary, They ſhall not reſt, Ile pluck her from his armes, Kind & deere Gentlemen, if euer I had ſeat within your breſts— No more good ſir, it is a wrong to vs, To ſee you iniur'd in a cauſe ſo iuſt: Weele ſpend our liues, but we will right our friends,