Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
No by my troth do I not, neither: faith and you consider me rightly sweet Lady, you might admit a choice gentleman into your service. Oh, pray away sir. Pusha come, come, you do but hinder your fortunes i'faith, I have the command of all the house, I can tell you, nothing comes intoth' kitchen, but comes through my hands. Pray do not handle me sir. Faith you're too nice Lady: and as for my secrecy you know I have vowed it often to you. Vowed it? no, no, you men are fickle,— Fickle?— 'sfoot bind me Lady— Why I bind you by virtue of this chain to meet me tomorrow at the flower-de-luce yonder, between Nine and Ten. And if I do not Lady let me lose it, thy love and my best fortunes? Why now i'll try you, go too. Farewell sweet Lady. Welcome sweet coxcomb; by my faith a good induction, I perceive by his overworn phrase, and his action toward the middle region still there has been some saucy nibbling motion, and no doubt the cunning quean waited but for her prey, and I think 'tis better bestowed upon me for his soul's health;— and his bodies too; i'll teach the slave to be so bold yet, as once to offer to vault into his master's saddle i'faith: Now Casket, by your leave, I have seen your outside oft, but that's no proof. Some have fair outsides that are nothing worth: ha?— now by my faith a gentlewoman of very good parts, Diamond, Ruby, sapphire, onyx cum prolo Silexque; if I do not wonder how the quean 'scaped tempting, I'm an hermaphrodite, sure she could lack nothing, but the Devil to point too't, and I wonder that he should be missing; well, 'tis better as it is, this is the fruit of old-grunting-venery. Grandsire, you may thank your Drab for this; oh fie, in your crinkling days Grandsire, keep a Courtesan to hinder your Grandchild, 'tis against Nature i'faith, and I hope you'll be weary on't: Now to my villains that lurk close below: Who keeps a Harlot tell him this from me, He needs nor these, disease, nor enemy. Ah sirrah, methink I feel myself well toasted, bombasted, rubbed and refreshed; but i'faith I cannot forget to think how soon sickness has altered her— to my taste, I gave her a kiss at bottom o'th' stairs, and byth' mass methought her breath had much ado to be sweet, like a thing compounded methought of wine, Beer, and Tobacco, I smelled much Pudding in't. It may be but my fancy, or her physic: For this I know, her health gave such content, The fault rests in her sickness, or my scent. How dost thou now sweet girl, what well recovered? Sickness quite gone, ha? speak— ha? wench? Frank Gulman, why body of me, what's here? my Casket wide open, broke open, my jewels stolen— why Gumwater—
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No by my troth doe I not, neither: faith and you conſider me rightly ſweet Lady, you might admit a choyſe gentleman into your ſeruice. Oh, pray away ſir. Puſha come, come, you do but hinder your fortunes yfaith, I haue the command of all the houſe, I can tell you, nothing comes intot'h kitchin, but comes through my hands. Pray do not handle me ſir. Faith y'are too nice Lady: and as for my ſecrecy you know I haue vowd it often to you. Vowd it? no, no, you men are fickle,— Fickle?—ſfoote bind me Lady — Why I bind you by vertue of this chayne to meet me to morrow at the Flowredeluce yonder, betweene Nine and Ten. And if I do not Lady let me loſe it, thy loue and my beſt fortunes? Why now ile trye you, goe too. Farewell ſweet Lady. Welcome ſweete cockſcombe; by my faith a good induction, I perceiue by his ouerworne phraſe, and his action toward the middle region ſtill there has bin ſome ſaucy nibling motion, and no doubt the cunning queane waited but for her prey, and I thinke tis better beſtowd vpon me for his ſoules health;—and his bodies too; ile teache the ſlaue to be ſo bould yet, as once to offer to vault into his maſters ſaddle yfaith: Now Casket, by your leaue, I haue ſeene your outſide oft, but thats no proofe. Some haue fayre outſides that are nothing worth: ha? —now by my faith a gentlewoman of very good parts, Diamond, Rubie, Saphire, Onix cum prolo Silexque; if I doe not wonder how the queane ſcapte tempting, I'me an Hermophrodite, ſure ſhe could lack nothing, but the Diuell to poynt too't, and I wonder that he ſhould be miſſing; well, tis better as it is, this is the fruite of old-grunting-venerie. Grandſire, you may thanke your Drab for this; oh fye, in your crinckling dayes Grandſire, keepe a Curtizan to hinder your Grandchild, tis againſt Nature yfaith, and I hope youle be weary ont: Now to my villaines that lurke cloſe below: Who keepes a Harlot tell him this from me, He needes nor theeſe, diſeaſe, nor enemy. Ah ſirrah, me thinke I feele my ſelfe well toſted, bumbaſted, rubd and refreſht; but yfaith I cannot forget to thinke how ſoone ſickneſſe has altered her—to my taſt, I gaue her a kiſſe at bottome o'th ſtayres, and byth maſſe me thought her breath had much adoe to be ſweet, like a thing compounded me thought of wine, Beere, and Tobacco, I ſmelt much Pudding in't. It may be but my fancy, or her phyſicke: For this I know, her health gaue ſuch content, The fault reſts in her ſickneſſe, or my ſent. How doſt thou now ſweete girle, what well recouerd? Sickneſſe quite gone, ha? ſpeake—ha? wench? Franke Gulman, why body of me, whats here? my Casket wide open, broke open, my Iewells ſtolne—why Gumwater—