Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
SIrrah Raph, my young Mistress is in such a pitiful passionate humour for the long absence of her love, Why can you blame her, why, apples hanging longer on the tree than when they are ripe, makes so many fallings. viz Mad wenches because they are not gathered in time, are feign to drop of themselves, and then 'tis Common you know for every man to take 'em up. Mass thou sayest true, 'tis common indeed, but sirrah, is neither our young master returned, nor our fellow Sam. from London? Neither of either, as the Puritan bawd says. 'slid I hear Sam. Sam.come, her's Tarry, come, i'faith now my nose itches for news and so does mine elbow. Sam. within, where are you there? Boy look you walk my horse with discretion, I have rid him simply, I warrant his skin sticks to his back with very heat, if 'a should catch cold & get the Cough of the lungs I were well served, were I not? What Raph and Oliver. Honest fellow Sam. i'faith, what tricks hast thou brought from London. You see I am hanged after the truest fashion, three hats, and two glasses, bobbing upon 'em, two rebato wires upon my breast, a capcase by my side, a brush at my back, an Almanac in my pocket, & three ballads in my Codpiece, nay I am the true picture of a Common servingman. I'll swear thou art, Thou mayst set up when thou wilt, there's many a one begins with less I can tell thee that proves a rich man ere he dies, but what's the news from London Sam. ay that's well said, what's the news from London Sirrah. My young mistress keeps such a puling for her love. Why? the more fool she, ay, the more ninny hammer she. Why Sam why? Why he's married to another Long ago: i'faith ye jest. Why, did you not know that till now? why, he's married, beats his wife, and has two or three children by her: for you must note that any woman bears the more when she is beaten. ay that's true for she bears the blows. Sirrah Sam. I would not for two years' wages, my young mistress knew so much, she'd run upon the left hand of her wit, and near be her own woman again. And I think she was blessed in her Cradle, that he never came in her bed, why he has consumed all, pawned his lands, and made his university brother stand in wax for him, there's a fine phrase for a scrivener, puh he owes more than his skin's worth. Is't possible. Nay I'll tell you moreover he calls his wife whore as familiarly as one would call Mal & Dol, and his children bastards as naturally as can be, but what have we here, I thought 'twas somewhat pulled down my breeches: I quite forgot my two potingsticks, these came from London, now any thing is good here that comes from London.
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SIrrah Raph, my yong Mistrisse is in such a pittifull passionate humor for the long absence of her loue, Why can you blame her, why, apples hanging longer on the tree then when they are ripe, makes so many fallings. viz Madde wenches because they are not gathered in time, are faine to drop of them selues, and then tis Common you know for euery man to take em vp. Mass thou saiest true, Tis common indeede, but sirah, is neither our young maister returned, nor our fellow Sam come from London? Neither of either, as the Puritan bawde saies. Slidd I heare Sam, Sam's come, her's Tarry, come, yfaith now my nose itches for news and so doe's mine elbowe. Sam calls within, where are you there? Boy look you walk my horse with discretion, I haue rid him simply, I warrand his skin sticks to his back with very heate, if a should catch cold & get the Cough of the Lunges I were well serued, were I not? What Raph and Oliuer. Honest fellow Sam welcome yfaith, what tricks hast thou brought from London. You see I am hangd after the truest fashion, three hats, and two glasses, bobbing vpon em, two rebato wyers vpon my brest, a capcase by my side, a brush at my back, an Almanack in my pocket, & three ballats in my Codpeece, naie I am the true picture of a Common seruingman. Ile sweare thou art, Thou maist set vp when thou wilt, Ther's many a one begins with lesse I can tel thee that proues a rich man ere he dyes, but whats the news from London Sam. I thats well sed, whats the newes from London Sirrah. My young mistresse keeps such a puling for hir loue. Why? the more foole shee, I, the more ninny hammer shee. Why Sam why? Why hees married to another Long agoe▪ I faith ye I est. Why, did you not know that till now? why, hees married, beates his wife, and has two or three children by her: for you must note that any woman beares the more when she is beaten. I thats true for shee beares the blowes. Sirrah Sam, I would not for two years wages, my yong mistres knew so much, sheed run vpon the lefte hand of her wit, and nere be here owne woman agen. And I think she was blest in her Cradle, that he neuer came in her bed, why hee has consumed al, pawnd his lands, and made his vniuersitie brother stand in waxe for him, Thers a fine phrase for a scriuener, puh he owes more then his skins worth. Is't possible. Nay Ile tell you moreouer he calls his wife whore as familiarly as one would cal Mal & Dol, and his children bastards as naturally as can bee, but what haue we heere, I thought twas somwhat puld downe my breeches: I quite forgot my two potingsticks, these came from London, now any thing is good heer that comes from London.