Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 478 words
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And to my uncle Winchcomb, and to my Aunt Lipsalve, and to my cozen Falsetop, and to my cozen Lickit, and to my cozen Horseman, and to all my good cousins in Clerkenwell, and Saint Ioneses. At three days end my husband takes a journey. Oh thence I derive a second meeting. May it prosper still, Till then I rest a captive to his will: Once again health, rest, and strength to thee sweet Lady: farewell, you witty squall; good M. Doctor have a care to her body if yous stand her friend, I know you can do her good. Take pity of your waiter, go: farewell sweet Mistress Harebrain. Welcome sweet wife, alight upon my lip, never was hour spent better. Why, were you within the hearing sir? I that I was i'faith, to my great comfort; I deceived you there wife, ha, ha; I do entreat thee, nay conjure thee wife Upon my love, or what can more be said? Oftener to visit this sick virtuous maid. Be not so fierce, your will shallbe obeyed. Why then I see thou lov'st me. Art of Ladies. When plots are e'en past hope, and hang their head, Set with a woman's hand, they thrive and spread. Wast not well managed, you necessary mischiefs? did the plot want either life or Art? 'tw's so well Captain, I would you could make such another Musse at all adventures. Dost call't a Musse? I am sure my Grandsire near got his money worse in his life, than I got it from him, if ever he did cozen the simple; why I was borne to revenge their quarrel; if ever oppress the widow? ay, a fatherless child have done as much for him; and so 'tis through the world either in jest or earnest, let the usurer look for't, for craft recoils in the end, like an overcharged musket, and maims the very hand that puts fire too't; there needs no more but a usurers own blow to strike him from hence to hell, 'twill set him forward with a vengeance; but here lay the jest whoresons, my Grandsire thinking in his conscience that we had not robbed him enough o'er night, must needs pity me i'th' morning, and give me the rest. Two hundred pounds in fair Rose-Nobles I protest. Push, I knew he could not sleep quietly till he had paid me for robing of him too, 'tis his humour, & the humour of most of your rich men in the course of their lives; for you know, they always feast those mouths that are least needy, and give them more, that have too much already; and what call you that, but robing of themselves a courtlier way; Oh. Cuds me, how now Captain? A cold fit that comes over my memory, and has a shrewd pull at my fortunes.
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And to my vncle Winchcombe, and to my Aunt Lipſalue, and to my coſen Falſetop, and to my coſen Lickit, and to my coſen Horſeman, and to all my good coſens in Clearken well, and Saint Ioneſes. At three daies end my husband takes a iourney. Oh thence I deriue a ſecond meeting. May it proſper ſtill, Till then I reſt a captiue to his will: Once agen health, reſt, and ſtrength to thee ſweete Lady: farewell, you witty ſquall; good M. Doctor haue a care to her body if yous ſtand her friend, I know you can doe her good. Take pity of your waiter, goe: farewell ſweete Miſtris Harebraine. Welcome ſweete wife, alight vpon my lip, neuer was hower ſpent better. Why, were you within the hearing ſir? I that I was yfaith, to my great comfort; I deceiud you there wife, ha, ha; I doe intreat thee, nay coniure thee wife Upon my love, or what can more be ſaid? Oftner to viſit this ſicke vertuous maid. Be not ſo fierce, your will ſhalbe obaide. Why then I ſee thou lou'ſt me. Art of Ladies. When plots are ee'n paſt hope, and hang their head, Set with a womans hand, they thriue and ſpread. Waſt not wel manag'de, you neceſſary miſchiefs? did the plot want either life or Art? Tw's ſo well Captaine, I would you could make ſuch another Muſſe at all aduentures. Do'ſt cal't a Muſſe? I am ſure my Grandſire nere got his money worſe in his life, then I got it from him, if euer he did cozen the ſimple; why I was borne to reuenge their quarrell; if euer oppreſſe the widdow? I, a fatherles child haue done as much for him; and ſo tis through the world either in ieſt or earneſt, let the vſerer looke for't, for craft recoyles in the end, like an ouercharg'd musket, and maymes the very hand that puts fire too't; there needs no more but a Vſurers owne blow to ſtrike him from hence to hell, twil ſet him forward with a vengeance; but here lay the ieſt whoreſons, my Grandſire thinking in his conſcience that wee had not rob'd him ynough or'e night, muſt needs pittie mee it'h morning, and giue me the reſt. Two hundred pounds in faire Roſe-Nobles I proteſt. Puſh, I knew he could not ſleep quietly til he had pay'd me for robing of him too, tis his humour, & the humor of moſt of your rich men in the courſe of their liues; for you know, they alwaies feaſt thoſe mouthes that are leaſt nedie, and giue them more, that haue too much alreadie; and what call you that, but robing of themſelues a Courtlyer way; Oh. Cuds me, how now Captaine? A cold fit that comes ouer my memory, and has a ſhrode pull at my fortunes.