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 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
She's as fine a philosopher of a stinkard's wife, as any within the liberties,— fah, fah Audry: How now Master Dampit? Fie upon't, what a choice of stinks here is, what hast thou done Audry fie upon't, here's a choice of stinks indeed; give me a glass of fresh Beer, and then I will to bed: It waits for you above sir? Foh, I think they burn horns in Barnard's Inn, if ever I smelled such an abominable stink, usury forsake me: They be the stinking nails of his trampling feet, and he talks of burning of horns: join hearts, join hands, In wedlock's bands, Never to part, till death cleave your heart, You shall forsake all other women, You Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, and Yeomen. What my tongue slips, make up with your lips. Give you joy Mistress Hoord, let the kiss come about, Who knocks? convey my little Pig-eater out. Hoord? Upon my life, my adversary, Gentlemen. Hoord, open the door, or we will force it ope, Give us the widow. Gentlemen keep'em out. He comes upon his death that enters here. My friends assist me. He has assistants, Gentlemen. Tut, nor him, nor them, we in this action fear. Shall I in peace, speak one word with the widow? Husband and Gentlemen, hear me but a word. Freely sweet wife. Let him in peaceably, you know we're sure, from any act of his. Most true, You may stand by and smile at his old weakness, let me alone to answer him. Content, 'twill be good mirth i'faith, how think you Gentlemen? Good gullery? Upon calm conditions let him in. All spite and malice— Hear me Master Lucre, so you will vow a peaceful entrance with those your friends and only exercise Calm conference with the widow, without fury, The passage shall receive you. I do vow it. Then enter and talk freely, here she stands. Oh Master Hoord, your spite has watched the hour, your excellent at vengeance Master Hoord. Ha, ha, ha. I am the fool you laugh at, you are wise sir and know the seasons, well, come hither widow, why is it thus! Oh you have done me infinite disgrace, And your own credit no small Injury, Suffer mine enemy so despitefully To bear you from my Nephew, oh, I had rather halfe my substance had been forfeit, and begged by some starved Rascal. Why what would you wish me do sir? I must not overthrow my state for love, We have too many precedents for that, From thousands of our wealthy undone widows One may derive some wit; I do confess, I loved your Nephew, nay I did affect him, Against the mind and liking of my friend: Believed his promises, lay here in hope, Of flattered living and the boast of lands, Coming to touch his wealth and state indeed, It appears dross, I find him not the man, Imperfect, mean, scarce furnished of his needs: In words, fair Lordships, in performance Hovels, Can any woman love the thing that is not?
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She's as fine a Philoſipher of a ſtinkards wife, as any within the liberties,—fah, fah Audry: How now Maiſter Dampit? Fie vpon't, what a choiſe of ſtinckes here is, what haſt thou don Audry fie vppon't, here's a choice of ſtinckes indeed; giue me a glaſſe of freſh Beere, and then I wil to bed: It waites for you aboue ſir? Foh, I thinke they burne hornes in Barnards Inne, if euer I ſmelt ſuch an abhominable ſtinck, vſury forſake me: They be the ſtincking nailes of his trampling feete, and he talkes of burning of hornes: Ioyne hearts, ioyne hands, In wedlocks bands, Neuer to part, till death cleaue your heart, You ſhall forſake all other women, You Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, and Yeomen. What my tongue ſlips, make vp with your lips. Giue you ioy Miſtreſſe Hoord, let the kiſſe come about, Who knocks? conuay my little Pig-eater out. Hoord? Vpon my life, my aduerſary, Gentlemen. Hoord, open the doore, or we will force it ope, Giue vs the widdow. Gentlemen keepe'm out. Hee comes vpon his death that enters here. My friends aſſiſt me. Hee has aſſiſtants, Gentlemen. Tut, nor him, nor them, we in this action feare. Shall I in peace, ſpeake one word with the widow? Husband and Gentlemen, heare me but a word. Freely ſweete wife. Let him in peaceably, you know we're ſure, from any act of his. Moſt true, You may ſtand by and ſmile at his old weakeneſſe, let mee alone to anſwere him. Content, Twill be good mirth ifaith, how thinke you Gentlemen? Good gullery? Vpon calme conditions let him in. All ſpite and malice— Heare me Maiſter Lucre, ſo you will vow a peacefull entrance with thoſe your friends and onely exercize Calme conference with the widdow, without fury, The paſſage ſhall receiue you. I do vow it. Then enter and talke freely, here ſhe ſtands. Oh Maiſter Hoord, your ſpite has wacht the houre, your excellent at vengeance Maiſter Hoord. Ha, ha, ha. I am the foole you laugh at, you are wiſe ſir and knowe the ſeaſons, well, come hether widdow, why is it thus! Oh you haue done me infinite diſgrace, And your owne credit no ſmall Iniury, Suffer mine enimy ſo diſpitefully To beare you from my Nephewe, oh, I had rather halfe my ſubſtance had beene forfet, and begd by ſome ſtaru▪d Raskall. Why what would you wiſh me do ſir? I muſt not ouerthrow my ſtate for loue, We haue too many preſidents for that, From thouſands of our welthie vndon widdowes One may deriue ſome wit; I do confeſſe, I lou▪d your Nephew, nay I did affect him, Againſt the minde and liking of my friend: Beleeu'd his promiſes, lay here in hope, Of flaterd liuing and the boaſt of lands, Comming to touch his wealth and ſtate indeed, It appeares droſſe, I finde him not the man, Imperfect, meane, ſcarce furniſht of his needes: In words, faire Lordſhips, in performance Houills, Can any woman loue the thing that is not?