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 0.84 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Upon my life. They went in by the Greyhound, and so struck, Into Bridewell. What should she make there; Take water at the dock. Water at Dock, A fico for her Dock, you'll not be ruled. You'll still be obstinate, I'll pawn my fate, She took a long show-lane, and so went home, Home. I home; how could she chose but go, Seeing so many naked tools at once, Drawn in the street? What scurvy luck was this, Come we will find her, or we'll fire the Suburbs, Put up your tools, let's first along show-lane, Then strait up Holborn, If we find her not; we'll thence direct to Throats, if she be lost I am undone and all your hopes are crossed. Widow I must be short. Sir Oliver, Will you shame yourself, ha? You must be short, Why what a word was that to tell a widow? I meant I must be brief. Why say so then, Yet that's almost as ill; go to, speak on. Widow I must be brief, what old men do, They must do quickly. Then good sir do it, widows are seldom slow to put men to it. And old men know their q's, my Love you know, Has been protested long, and now I come To make my latest tender, an old grown oak Can keep you from the rain, and stands as fair And portly as the best. Yet search him well, And we shall find no pith or hearty Timber To underlay a building. I would that Oak Had been a fire: Forward good sir Oliver, Your Oak is nought: stick not too much to that. If you can like, you shall be Ladified, Live at the court, and soon be got with child, What do you think we old men can do nothing? This was somewhat like: You shall have jewels, A Baboon, parrot, and an Iceland Dog, And I myself to bear you company. Your jointure is five hundred pound by year, Besides your Plate, your Chains and household stuff, When envious fate shall change this mortal life. But shall I not be overcloyed with love? Will you nor be too busy shall I keep My chamber by the month, if I be pleased To take Physic, to send for Visitants, To have my maid read Amadis de Gaul, Or Donzel del Phoebo to me? shall I have A caroche of the last edition, The Coachman's seat a good way from the Coach, That if some other Ladies and myself Chance to talk bawdy, he may not overhear us. All this and more. Shall we have two chambers? And will you not presume unto my bed, Till I shall call you by my waiting maid. Not I by heaven. And when I send her, Will you not entice her to your lust, Nor tumble her before you come to me.
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Vpon my life. They went in by the Grey-hound, and so strooke, Into Bridewell. What should she make there; Take water at the docke. Water at Docke, A fico for her Docke, youle not be ruld. Youle stil be obstinate, Ile pawne my fate, She tooke a long shew-lane, and so went home, Home. I home; how could shee chose but go, Seeing so many naked tooles at once, Drawne in the streete? What scuruy lucke was this, Come we will find her, or weele fire the Suburbs, Put vp your tooles, letts first along show-lane, Then straite vp Holborne, If we find her not; Weele thence direct to Throtes, if she be lost I am vndone and all your hopes are crost. Widdow I must be short. Sir Oliuer, Will you shame your selfe, ha? You must be short, Why what a word was that to tell a widdow? I ment I must be breefe. Why say so then, Yet thats almost as ill; go to, speake on. Widdow I must be breefe, what old men doe, They must doe quickly. Then good sir do it, Widdowes are sildome slow to put men to it. And old men know their q's, my Loue you knowe, Has beene protested long, and now I come To make my latest tender, an old growne oake Can keepe you from the raine, and stands as fayre And portly as the best' Yet search him well, And wee shall find no pithe or hearty Timber To vnderlay a building. I would that Oake Had beene a fire: Forward good sir Oliuer, Your Oake is naught: sticke not too much to that. If you can like, you shall be Ladified, Liue at the court, and soone bee got with child, What do you thinke we old men can do nothing? This was somewhat like: You shall haue Iewels, A Baboone, Parrat, and an Izeland Dog, And I my selfe to beare you company. Your Ioynter is fiue hundred pound by yeere, Besides your Plate, your Chaines and houshould stuffe, When enuious sate shall change this mortall life. But shall I not be ouer-cloyde with loue? Will you nor be too busie shall I keepe My chamber by the moneth, if I bee pleas'd To take Physick, to send for Visitants, To haue my maide read Amadis de Gaule, Or Donzel del Phoebo to me? shall I haue A Carotch of the last edition, The Coatch-mans seate a good way from the Coatch, That if some other Ladies and my selfe Chance to talke bawdy, he may not ouer-heare vs. All this and more. Shall we haue two chambers? And will you not presume vnto my bed, Till I shall call you by my waiting maide. Not I by heauen. And when I send her, Will you not intice her to your lust, Nor tumble her before you come to me.