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 0.83 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
What's he comes with him? Why Hoord, that married lately the widow meddler. Oh, I cry you mercy sir. Now gentlemen visitants? how does master Dampit? faith here he lies e'en drawing— in sir, good canary as fast as he can sir, a very weak creature truly, he is almost past memory. Fie Master Dampit: you lie lazing a-bed here, and I come to invite you to my wedding dinner, up, up, up. whose's this master Hoord! who hast thou married in the name of foolery. A rich widow. A Dutch widow. A rich widow,— one widow meddler. Medler she keeps open house. She did I can tell you in her other husband's days, open house for all comers, horse and man was welcome, and Room enough for 'em all. There's too much for thee then, thou mayst let out some to thy Neighbours. What? hung alive in chains O Spectacle, bed staffs of steel, O monstrum, horrendum, Inform, Ingens cvi Lumen ademptum, O Dampit, Dampit, here's a Just judgement, shown upon usury, extortion, and trampling Villainy. This exc'llent, thief rails upon the Thief. Is this the end of cut throat Usury, Brothel, and blasphemy? now mayst thou see what Race a Usurer runs. Why thou Rogue of universality, do not I know thee? thy Sound is like the cuckoo, the Welsh Ambassador, thou cowardly slave that offers to fight with a sick man when his weapons down: rail upon me in my naked bed? why thou great Lucifer's little vicar, I am not so weak but I know a knave at first sight, thou Inconscionable Rascal, thou that goest upon middlesex juries, and will make haste to give up thy verdict, because thou wilt not lose thy dinner, are you answered? An't 'twere not for shame.— Thou wouldst be hanged then. Nay you must exercise patience Master Gulf, always in a sick-man's Chamber. he'll quarrel with none I warrant you, but those that are bedrid. Let him come Gentlemen, I am armed, reach my close stool hither. Here willbe a sweet fray anon, I'll leave you gentlemen. Nay we'll along with you, Master Gulf. Hang him usuring rascal. Push, set your Strength to his, your wit to his. Pray Gentlemen depart, his hours come upon him, sleep in my bosom, sleep. Nay we have enough of him i'faith, keep him for the house.— Now make your best. For thrice his wealth, I would not have his breast. A little thing would make me beat him, now he's asleep. Mass then willbe a pitiful day when he wakes. I would be loath to see that day, come. You overrule me gentlemen i'faith. Nay uncle, let me prevail with you so much, i'faith go, now he has invited you, I shall have great joy there, when he has borne away the widow. Why la, I thought where I should find you presently; Uncle, a my troth, 'tis nothing so. What's nothing so sir, is not he married to the widow. No by my troth is he not Uncle.
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What's he comes with him? Why Hoord, that maried lately the widdowe medler. Oh, I cry you mercy ſir. Now gentlemen viſitants? how dos maiſter Dampit? faith here hee lies e'n drawing—in ſir, good canary as faſt as hee can ſir, a very weake creature truely, hee is almoſt paſt memory. Fie Maiſter Dampit: you lie lazing a bed here, and I come to enuite you to my wedding dinner, vp, vp, vp. Whoſe this maiſter Hoord! who haſt thou married in the name of foolery. A rich widdow. A Duch widdow. A ritch widdow,—one widdow medler. Medler ſhe keepes open houſe. She did I can tell you in her tother husbands dayes, open houſe for all comers, horſe and man was welcome, and Roome inough for em all. Theres to much for thee then, thou mayſt let out ſome to thy Neighbours. What? hung a liue in chaynes O Spectacle, bed ſtaffs of ſteele, O monſtrum, horrendum, Informe, Ingens cui Lumen ademptum, O Dampit, Dampit, heres a Iuſt iudgment, ſhowne vpon vſury, extortion, and trampling Villany. This exlent, theefe rayles vpon the Theefe. Is this the end of cut throate Vſury, Brothell, and blaſphemy? now maiſt thou ſee what Race a Vſurer runnes. Why thou Rogue of vniuerſality, do not I know thee? thy Sound is like the cuckowe, the welch Embaſſador, thou cowardly ſlaue that offers to fight with a ſicke man when his weapons downe: rayle vpon me in my naked bed? why thou great Lucifers litle vicar, I am not ſo weake but I know a knaue at firſt ſight, thou Inconſcionable Raskall, thou that goeſt vpon middleſex Iuryes, and will make haſt to giue vp thy verdit, becauſe thou wilt not looſe thy dinner, are you anſwered? Ant twere not for ſhame.— Thou wouldſt be hangd then. Nay you muſt exercize patience Maiſter Gulfe, alwayes in a ſick-mans Chamber. 'Heele quarrell with none I warrant you, but thoſe that are bedred. Let him come Gentlemen, I am arm'd, reach my cloſſe ſtoole hether. Here wilbe a ſweet fraie anon, Ile leaue you gentlemen. Nay wel'e a long with you, Maiſter Gulfe. Hang him vſuring raskall. Puſh, ſet your Strenght to his, your wit to his. Pray Gentlemen depart, his howers come vpon him, ſleepe in my boſome, ſleepe. Nay we haue inough of him ifaith, keepe him for the houſe.—Now▪ make your beſt. For thrice his wealth, I would not haue his breſt. A litle thing would make me beat him, now he's aſleep. Maſſe then twilbe a pittifull day when he wakes. I would be loath to ſee that day, come. You ouer-rule me gentlemen ifaith. Nay vncle, let me preuayle with you ſo much, Ifaith go, now he has enuited you, I ſhall haue great ioy there, when he has borne away the widdow. Why la, I thought where I ſhould find you preſently; Vncle, a my troth, tis nothing ſo. Whats nothing ſo ſir, is not he maried to the widdow. No by my troth is he not Vncle.