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 0.85 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
And most wishfully brother see where she comes, give her a smirk now we may hear it all the house over. Oh heaven, I am betrayed, I know that face. Ha, ha, ha, why how now? are you both a shamed? come Gentlemen, we'll look another way— Nay Brother, hark you, come you're disposed to be merry? Why do we meet else man? That's another matter, I was near so 'fraid in my life but that you had been in earnest. How mean you brother? You said she was your wife? Did I so? by my troth and so she is. By your troth Brother? What reason have I to dissemble with my friends, brother, if marriage can make her mine, she is mine? why? Troth I am not well of a sudden? I must crave pardon brother, I came to see you, but I cannot stay dinner i'faith. I hope you will not serve me so brother. By your leave Master Hoord. What now? what now? pray Gentlemen, you were wont to show yourselves wisemen. But you have shown your folly too much here. How? Fie, fie, a man of your repute and name, You'll feast your friends but cloy 'em first with shame. This grows too deep pray let us reach the sense. In your old age dote on a Courtesan— Ha? Marry a Strumpet? Gentlemen! And Wit-good's quean: Oh, nor Lands, nor living? Living? Speak? Alas you know at first sir, I told you I had nothing: Out, out, I am cheated, infinitely cozened. Nay Master Hoord: A dutch widow, a dutch widow, a dutch widow: Why Nephew shall I trace thee still a liar? wilt make me mad is not yond thing the widow. Why la, you are so hard a belief Uncle, by my troth she's a whore. Then thou'rt a knave: Negatur Argumentum Uncle. Probo tibi, Nephew: He that knows a woman to be a quean must needs be a knave, thou sayst thou know'st her to be one, ergo if she be a quean thou'rt a knave: Negatur, sequela maioris, Uncle, he that knows a woman to be a quean, must needs be a knave, I deny that. Lucre, and Wit-good, you're both villains, get you out of my house: Why didst not invite me to thy wedding dinner? And are not you and I sworn perpetual friends before witness sir, and were both drunk upon't. Daintily abused you'ave put a junt upon me: Ha, ha, ha: A common strumpet? Nay now you wrong her sir, if I were she i'd have the law on you for that, I durst depose for her, she near had common use, nor common thought. Despise me, publish me I am your wife, What shame can I have now but you'll have part, If in disgrace you share, I sought not you: You pursued me, nay forced me, Had I friends would follow it, Less than your action has been proved a rape.
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And moſt wiſhfully brother ſee where ſhe comes, giue her a ſmerck now we may heare it all the houſe ouer. Oh heauen, I am betrayde, I know that face. Ha, ha, ha, why how now? are you both a ſhamde? come Gentlemen, weele looke another way— Nay Brother, harke you, come y'are diſpoſde to be merrie? Why do we meete elſe man? That's another matter, I was nere ſo fread in my life but that you had beene in earneſt. How meane you brother? You ſayd ſhe was your wife? Did I ſo? by my troth and ſo ſhe is. By your troth Brother? What reaſon haue I to diſſemble with my friends, brother, if marriage can make her mine, ſhe is mine? why? Troth I am not well of a ſuddaine? I muſt craue pardon brother, I came to ſee you, but I cannot ſtay dinner yfaith. I hope you will not ſerue mee ſo brother. By your leaue Maiſter Hoord. What now? what now? pray Gentlemen, you were wont to ſhow your ſelues wiſemen. But you haue ſhowne your folly too much here. How? Fie, fie, a man of your repute and name, Youle feaſt your friends but cloye e'm firſt with ſhame. This growes too deepe pray let vs reach the ſence. In your old age doate on a Curtizan— Ha? Marry a Srumpet? Gentlemen! And Wit-goods queane: Oh, nor Lands, nor liuing? Liuing? Speake? Alaſſe you know at firſt ſir, I told you I had nothing: Out, out, I am cheated, infinitely couzned. Nay Maſter Hoord: A dutch widdow, a dutch widdow, a dutch widdow: Why Nephew ſhall I trace thee ſtill a lier? wilt make mee mad is not yon thing the widdow. Why la, you are ſo hard a beleefe Vncle, by my troth ſhe's a whore. Then thou'rt a knaue: Negatur Argumentum Vncle. Probo tibi, Nephew: Hee that knowes a woman to bee a queane muſt needes bee a knaue, thou ſayſt thou knowſt her to bee one, ergo if ſhee bee a queane thou'rt a knaue: Negatur, ſequela maioris, Vncle, hee that knowes a woman to be a queane, muſt needes be a knaue, I deny that. Lucre, and Wit-good, y'are both villaines, get you out of my houſe: Why didſt not inuite me to thy wedding dinner? And are not you and I ſworne perpetuall friends before wittneſſe ſir, and were both drunck vpon't. Daintily abuſde y'aue put a Iunt vpon me: Ha, ha, ha: A common ſtrumpet? Nay now you wrong her ſir▪ if I were ſhee ide haue the lawe on you for that, I durſt depoſe for her, ſhee nere had common vſe, nor common thought. Deſpiſe me, publiſh me I am your wife, What ſhame can I haue now but youle haue part, If in diſgrace you ſhare, I ſought not you: You purſued me, nay forc'ſt me, Had I friends would follow it, Leſſe then your action has beene prou'd a rape.