Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.82 · 468 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
What sayst thou then to Nimble Sir Oliu. Small-shank Faith he must hit the hair: a fellow fit, To make a pretty Cuckold: take an old man, 'tis now the newest fashion, better be An old man's darling, than a young man's warling, Take me the old brisk Knight, the fool is rich, And willbe strong enough to father children, Though, not to get them. 'tis true he is the man, Yet will I bear some dozen more in hand, And make them all my gulls. Mistress stand aside. Young Boutcher comes let me alone to touch him. This is the house. And that's the chambermaid. where's the widow gentle Adriana. The widow sir is not to be spoke to, Not speak to, I must speak with her. Must you! Come you with authority, or do you come To sue her with a warrant that you must speak with her. I would Entreat it. O you would entreat it, May not I serve your turn, may not I unfold, Your secrets to my Mistress, love is your suit, It is fair creature. And why did you fall off When you perceived my mistress was so cunning, D'you think she is still the same. I do. Why so, I took you for a novice; and I must think, You know not yet the innards of a woman, Do you not know that women are like fish, Which must be struck when they are prone to bite, Or all your labours lost, but sir walk here. And I'll inform my Mistress your desires. Master boy. come not you for love, I do boy And you would have the widow. I would by Ioue I never saw one go about his business More untowardly: why sir, do not you know That he which would be inward with the Mistress, Must make a way first through the waiting maid? If you'll know the widows affections Feel first the waiting Gentlewoman; do it Master, Some half a dozen kisses were not lost Upon this Gentlewoman, for you must know These waiting-maids are to their Mistresses Like Porches unto doors, you pass the one Before you can have entrance at the other: Or like you're mustered to your piece of brawn, If you'll have one taste well you must not scorn To be dipping in the other, I tell you Master 'tis not a few men's tales which they prefer Unto their Mistress, in compass of a year- Be ruled by me, untruss yourself to her, Out with all your lovesick thoughts to her, Kiss her and give her an angel to buy pins, And this shall sooner win her Mistress love, Than all your protestations, scythes and tears. Here they come; to her boldly Master Do, but dally not, that's the widows phrase,
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What saist thou then to Nimble Sir Oliu. Smal-shanck Faith he must hit the haire: a fellow fit, To make a pritty Cuckold: take an old man, Tis now the newest fashion, better be An old mans darling, then a young mans warling, Take me the old briske Knight, the foole is rich, And wilbe strong enough to father children, Though, not to get them. Tis true he is the man, Yet will I beare some dozen more in hand, And make them all my gulls. Mistris stand aside. Young Boutcher comes let me alone to touch him. This is the house. And thats the chambermaide. Whers the widdow gentle Adriana. The widdow sir is not to be spooke to, Not speake to, I must speake with her. Must you! Come you with authority, or doe you come To sue her with a warrant that you must speake with her. I would Intreat it. O you would intreat it, May not I serue your turne, may not I vnfold, Your secrets to my Mistris, loue is your sute, It is faire creature. And why did you fall off When you perceiued my mistris was so cunning, D'you thinke she is still the same. I doe. Why so, I tooke you for a nouice; and I must thinke, You know not yet the inwards of a woman, Doe you not know that women are like fish, Which must be strooke when they are prone to byte, Or all your labours lost, but sir walke here. And Ile informe my Mistris your desires. Maister boy. come not you for loue, I do boy And you would haue ye widdow. I would by Ioue I neuer saw one goe about his busines More vntowardly: why sir, doe not you know That he which would be inwatd with the Mistris, Must make a way first through the waiting mayde? If youle know the widdowes affections Feele first the waiting Gentle-woman; do it Maister, Some halfe a dozen kisses were not lost Vppon this Gentle-woman, for you must know These wayting-maids are to their Mistresses Like Porches vnto doores, you passe the one Before you can haue entrance at the other: Or like your musterd to your peece of brawne, If youle haue one tast well you must not scorne To bee dipping in the other, I tell you Maister Tis not a few mens tales which they preferre Vnto their Mistress, in compasse of a yeare- Be ruld by me, vntrusse your selfe to her, Out with all your loue-sicke thoughts to her, Kisse her and giue her an angell to buy pinnes, And this shall sooner winne her Mistris loue, Then all your protestations, sithes and teares. Here they come; to her bouldly Maister Doe, but dally not, thats the widdowes phrase,