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 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
O hard at hand, And almost mad with loss of his fair bride, Let not my lovely Mistress be seen, And see if you can draw him to compound For all his title to her, I have Sergeants Ready to do the feat, when time shall serve. Stand you aside dear love nay I will firk My silly novice, as he was never firked Since Midwives bound his noddle: here they come. O Master Throat, unless you speak good news, My hopes are crossed, and I undone for ever. I never thought you'd come to other end, Your courses have been always so profane, Extravagant and base. Nay good sir hear? Did not my love return? came she not hither, For Ioues love speak. Sir will you get you gone, And seek your love elsewhere; for know my house Is not to entertain such customers As you and your comrades. Is the man mad, Or drunk, why Master Throat know you to whom You talk so saucily? Why unto you, And to your brother Small-shanks, will you be gone? Nay good sir hold us not in this suspense, Answer directly, came not the Virgin hither. Will you be gone directly, are you mad? Come you to seek a Virgin in Ram-alley So near an Inn of Court, and amongst Cooks, Ale-men and Laundresses, why are you fools? Sir leave this firk of law, or by this light I'll give your throat a slit, came she not hither? Answer to that point. What, have you lost her? Come do not gull your friends. By heaven she's gone Unless she be returned since we last left you. Nay then I cry you mercy, she came not hither As'am an honest man: Is't possible A maid so lovely, fair, so well demeaned, Should be took from you? what from you three? So young, so brave and valiant Gentlemen? Sure it cannot be. Afore God 'tis true. To our perpetual shames 'tis now too true. Is she not left behind you in the Tavern? Are you sure you brought her out? were you not drunk And so forgot her? A pox on all such luck, I will find her, or by this good light I'll fire all the City, come let's go, whoever has her shall not long enjoy her, I'll prove a contract, let's walk the round, I'll have her if she keep above the ground. Ha ha ha, 'a makes me sport. i'faith The gull is mad, stark mad, Dash draw the bond And a release of all his interest In this my loved wife, I be sure of that, For I have certain goblins in buff jerkins Lie in ambuscado for him. I arrest you sir: Rescue, rescue. O he is caught. I'll give you bail Hang off honest catchpoles good, wise, Learned, and honest master Throat, now, now, Now or never help me.. What's the matter?
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O hard at hand, And almost mad with losse of his faire bride▪ Let not my louely Mistresse bee seene, And see if you can draw him to compound For all his title to her, I haue Sargiants Ready to do the feate, when time shall serue. Stand you aside deere loue nay I will firke My silly nouice, as he was neuer firkt Since Midwiues bound his noddle: heere they come. O Maister Throte, vnlesse you speake good newes, My hopes are crost, and I vndone for euer. I neuer thought you'd come to other end, Your courses haue beene alwayes so prophane, Extrauagant and base. Nay good sir heare? Did not my loue returne? came she not hether, For Ioues loue speake. Sir will you get you gon, And seeke your loue elsewhere; for know my house Is not to entertaine such customers As you and your comrades. Is the man mad, Or drunke, why Maister Throte know you to whom You talke so sawcily? Why vnto you, And to your brother Smale-shaneks, will you be gon? Nay good sir hold vs not in this suspence, Answere directly, came not the Virgin hether. Will you be gon directly, are you mad? Come you to seeke a Virgin in Ram-alley Soe neere an Inne of Court, and amongst Cookes, Ale-men and Landresses, why are you fooles? Sir leaue this firck of law, or by this light Ile giue your throte a slit, came she not hether? Answere to that poynt. What, haue you lost her? Come doe not gull your frinds. By heauen she's gon Vnlesse she be return'd since wee last left you. Nay then I cry you mercy, she came not hether As'am an honest man: Ist possible A maid so louely, fayre, so well demeand, Should be tooke from you? what from you three? So yong, so braue and valliant Gentlemen? Sure it cannot bee. A fore God tis true. To our pepetuall shames tis now too true. Is she not left behind you in the Tauerne▪ Are you shure you brought her out? were you not drunke And so forgot her? A pox on all such luck, I will find her, or by this good light Ile fire all the Citty, come let's goe, Who euer has her shall not long enioy her, Ile proue a contract, lets walke the round, Ile haue her if shee keepe aboue the ground. Ha ha ha, a makes me sport. if aith The gull is mad, starke mad, Dash draw the bond And a release of all his interest In this my loued wife, I be sure of that, For I haue certaine gobblins in buffe Ierkins Lye in ambuscado for him. I arrest you sir: Reskue, resku. O he is caught. Ile giue you baile Hang off honest catch-poles good, wise, Learned, and honest maister Throte, now, now, Now or neuer helpe me.. Whats the matter?