Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Welcome love, kiss this Gentlewoman, Throat. Your worship shall command me. Art not weary. Can you blame her since she has rid so hard? You are welcome Gentlemen.— Dash. Sir. A fire in the great chamber, quickly. I that's well said, we are almost weary, But Master Throat, if any come to inquire For me, my brother, or this Gentlewoman, we are not here, nor have you heard of us. Not a word sir, here you are as safe As in your father's house, And he shall thank you. thouart not merry love, good master Throat Bid this Gentlewoman welcome: she is one Of whom you may receive some courtesy In time. She is most hearty welcome, Wilt please you walk into another room, Where is both bed and fire, ay, ay, that that Good brother lead her in, Master Throat and I Will follow instantly, now Master Throat It rests within your power to pleasure me, Know that this same is sir Iohn Somerfield's Heir, Now if she chance to question what I am, Say son unto a Lord, I pray thee tell her I have a world of land, and stand in hope To be created baron, for I protest I was constrained to swear it forty times And yet she'll scarce believe me. pauca sapienti, Let me alone to set you out in length And breadth: I prithee do't effectually: shalt have a quarter share by this good light, In all she has, I prithee forget not To tell her the Smallshanks have been dancers, Tilters, and very ancient Courtiers, And in request at Court since sir Iohn Shorthose With his long silk stockings was beheaded, Wilt thou do this? Refer it to my care. Excellent, I'll but shift my boots, and then Go seek a Priest, this night I will be sure, If we be sure, it cannot be undone, Can it Master Throat? O sir not possible: You have many precedents and book Cases for't, be you but sure and then let me alone. Vivat Rex, currat Lex and I'll defend you. Nay then hang care, come let's in. A ha, Have you stole her, fallere fallentem non est fraus. It shall go hard but I will strip you boy. You stole the wench, but I must her enjoy. Come Adriana, tell me what thou think'st, I am tickled with conceit of marriage, And whom think'st thou (for me) the fittest husband What sayst thou to young Bouchor. A pretty fellow But that his back is weak, What dost thou say To Throat the Lawyer? I like that well, Were the Rogue a Lawyer, but he is none, He never was of any Inn-of-Court; But Inn of Chancery, where a was known, But only for a swaggering whiffler, To keep out rogues, and prentices, I saw him, When a was stocked for stealing the cook's fees. A Lawyer I could like, for 'tis a thing, Used by you Citizens wives, your husband's dead; To get French-hoods you straight must Lawyers wed,
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Welcome loue, kisse this Gentlewoman, Throte. Your worship shall command me. Art not weary. Can you blame hir since she has rid so hard? You are welcome Gentlemen.—Dash. Sir. A fire in the great chamber, quickly. I that's well said, we are almost weary, But Maister Throte, if any come to inquire For me, my brother, or this Gentlewoman, Wee are not here, nor haue you heard of vs. Not a word sir, heere you are as safe As in your fathers house, And he shall thanke you. Th'art not merry loue, good maister Throte Bid this Gentlewoman welcome: she is one Of whom you may receiue some courtesie In time. She is most harty welcome, VVilt please you walke into another roome▪ Where is both bed and fire, I, I, that that Good brother lead her in, Maister Throte and I Will follow instantly, now Maister Throte It rests within your power to pleasure me, Know that this same is sir Iohn Somerfields Heire, Now if she chance to question what I am, Say sonne vnto a Lord, I pray thee tell her I haue a world of land, and stand in hope To bee created Barron, for I protest I was constrain'd to sweare it forty times And yet shee'le scarce beleeue mee. pauca sapienti, Let mee alone to set you out in length And breadth: I prethee doo't effectually: Shat haue a quarter share by this good light, In all she has, I prethee forget not To tell her the Smal-shankes haue beene dancers, Tilters, and very antient Courtiers, And in request at Court since sir Iohn Short-hose With his long silke stockings was beheaded, Wilt thou do this? Referre it to my care. Excellent, Ile but shift my bootes, and then Goe seeke a Priest, this night I will bee shure, If we bee shure, it cannot be vndone, Can it Maister Throte? O sir not possible: You haue many Presidents and booke Cases for't, Bee you but shure and then let mee alone. Viuat Rex, currat Lex and Ile defend you. Nay then hang care, come lets in. A ha, Haue you stole her, fallere fallentem non est fraus. It shall goe hard but I will strippe you boy. You stole the wench, but I must her inioy. Come Adriana, tell me what thou think'st, I am tickled with conceit of marriage, And whom think'st thou (for mee) the fittest husband What saist thou to yong Bouchor. A pretty fellow But that his back is weake, What dost thou say To Throte the Lawier? I like that well, Were the Rogue a Lawyer, but he is none, He neuer was of any Inne-of-court; But Inne of Chancery, where a was knowne, But onely for a swaggering whyfler, To keepe out rogues, and prentises, I saw him, When a was stockt for stealing the cookes fees. A Lawyer I could like, for tis a thing, Vsed by you Cittizens wiues, your husbands dead; To get French-hoods you straight must Lawyers wed,