Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Now will I fall a board the waiting maid, Fall a board of me, dost take me for a ship, I And will shoot you betwixt wind and water. Blurt master gunner your linstocks to short. Foot how did she know that, dost here sweet heart Should not the page be doing with the maid, Whilst the master is busy with the mistress, Please you prick forwards, thou art a wench Likely to go the way of all flesh shortly Whose witty knave art thou. At your service. At mine faith, I should breech thee. How breech me. I breech thee, I have breech a taler man, Than you in my time, come in and welcome. Well I see now a rich well-practised bawd, May purse more fees in a summer's progress, Than a well traded lawyer in a whole term, Pandarism! why't is grown a liberal science Or a new sect, and the good professors Will like the Brownist frequent gravel pits shortly, For they use woods and obscure holes already. Not marry a widow. No. And why? Belike you think it base and servant-like, To feed upon reversion, you hold us widows, But as a pie thrust to the lower end That hath had many fingers in't before, And is reserved for gross and hungry stomachs. You much mistake me. Come in faith you do: And let me tell you that's but ceremony, For though the Pie be broken up before, Yet says the proverb, the deeper is the sweeter. And though a capon's wings and legs be carved, The flesh left with the rump I hope is sweet. I tell you sir, I have been wooed, and sued to, By worthy Knights of fair demeans: nay more, They have been out of debt, yet till this hour, I neither could endure, to be in love. Or be beloved, but proffered ware is cheap. what's lawful that's loathed, and things denied, Are with more stronger appetite pursued. I am to yielding. You mistake my thoughts. But know thou wonder of this continent, By one more skilled in unknown fate, then was, The blind Achaean Prophet, It was foretold, A widow should endanger both my life, My soul, my lands, and reputation, This checks my thoughts, and cools th'essential fire, Of sacred love; more ardent in my breast Then speech can utter. A trivial Idle jest, 'tis for a man, of your repute, and note, To credit fortune-tellers, a petty rogue, That never saw five shillings, in a heap Will take upon him to divine men's fate, Yet never knows himself, shall die a beggar, Or be hanged up for pilfering tablecloths, Shirts and smocks, hanged out to dry on hedges, 'tis merely base, to trust them, or if there be, A man in whom the Delphic, God hath breathed, His true divining fire, that can foretell, The fixed decree of fate, he likewise knows, What is within the everlasting book, Of Destiny decreed cannot by wit, Or man's Invention be dissolved, or shunned, Then give thy love free scope embrace and kiss, And to the distaff sisters leave th'event,
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Now will I fall a boord the wating maide, Fall a boord of me, dost take me for a ship, I And will shoote you betwixt wind and water. Blurt maister gunner your linstocks to short. Foote how did she know that, dost here sweet hart Should not the page be doing with the maid, Whilst the maister is busie with the mistris, Please you pricke forwards, thou art a wench Likely to goe the way of all flesh shortly Whose witty knaue art thou. At your seruice. At mine faith, I should breetch thee. How breetch me. I breetch thee, I haue breetch a taler man, Then you in my time, come in and welcome. Well I see now a ritch well-practis'd baud, May pursse more fees in a summers progresse, Then a well traded lawier in a whole terme, Pandarisme! why't is growne a liberall science Or a new sect, and the good professors Will like the Brownist frequent grauell pits shortly, For they vse woods and obscure holes already. Not marry a widdow. No. And why? Belike you thinke it base and seruant-like, To feed vpon reuersion, you hold vs widdowes, But as a pie thrust to the lower end That hath had many fingers int before, And is reseru'd for grose and hungry stomackes. You much mistake me. Come in faith you do: And let me tell you thats but ceremony, For though the Pye bee broken vp before, Yet sayes the prouerbe, the deeper is the sweeter. And though a capons wings and legges be caru'd, The flesh left with the rumpe I hope is sweet. I tell you sir, I haue beene woed, and sued to, By worthy Knights of faire demeanes: nay more, They haue bin out of debt, yet till this houre, I neither could indure, to be in loue. Or be beloued, bu proferd ware is cheape. whats lawfull thats loathd, and things denied, Are with more stronger appetite persude. I am to yeelding. You mistake my thoughts. But know thou wonder of this continent, By one more skyld in vnknowne fate, then was, The blind Achaian Prophet, It was foretold, A widdow should indanger both my life, My soule, my lands, and reputation, This cheks my thoughs, and cooles th'ssentiall fire, Of sacred loue; more ardent in my brest Then speech can vtter. A triuiall Idle ieast, Tis for a man, of your repute, and note, To credit fortunetellers, a petty rogue, That neuer saw fiue shillings, in a heape Will take vpon him to diuine mens fate, Yet neuer knowes himselfe, shall die a begger, Or be hanged vp for pilfering tablecloaths, Shirts and smocks, hanged out to dry on hedges, Tis meerely base, to trust them, or if there be, A man in whome the Delphicke, God hath breathed, His true diuining fire, that can foretell, The fixt decree of fate, he likewise knowes, What is within the euerlasting booke, Of Desteny decreed cannot by wit, Or mans Inuention be disolued, or shund, Then giue thy loue free scope imbrace and kisse, And to the distafe sisters leaue th'euent,