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 0.81 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
I do, A light supper quoth you, pray God it be, Pray god I carry it cleanly, I am sure it lies, As heavy in my belly as moult lead, Yet I'll go see my Sister Somerfield, So late good justice. I even so late, Night is the mother of wit, as you may see, By Poets or rather constables In their examinations at midnight, we'll lie together without marrying, Save the curates fees, and the parish a labour, 'tis a thriving course. That may not be, For excommunications then will flee. That's true, they fly indeed like wildgeese, In flocks, one in the breech of another. But the best is a small matter stays them, And so farewell. Farewell good justice Tutchim, Alas good gentleman his brains are erased, But let that pass: speak widow is't a match, Shall we clap it up. Nay if't come to clapping, Good night i'faith Mistress look before you, There's nothing more dangerous to maid or widow, Then sudden clappings up; nothing has spoiled, So many proper ladies as clappings up: Your shuttlecock, striding from tables to ground, Only to try the strength of the back, Your riding a hunting, I though they fall, With their heels upward, and lay as if They were taking the height, of some high star With a cross staff: no nor your iumlings In horse-litters, coaches or caroches, Have spoiled so many women as clappings up, Why then we'll chop it up. That's not allowed. Unless you were son to a Welsh Curate: But faith sir Knight I have a kind of itching, To be a Lady, that I can tell you woes, And can persuade with better rhetoric, Than oaths, wit, wealth, valour, lands, or person, I have some debts at court, and marrying you, I hope the Courtier will not stick to pay me, Never fear thy payment. This I will say, For Courtiers they'll be sure to pay each other, howe'er they deal with Citizens. Then here's my hand, I am your wife condition we be joined, Before to morrows sun. Nay even tonight, So you be pleased with little warning widow, We old men can be ready, and thou shalt see, Before the time that chanticleer, Shall call and tell the day is near, When wenches lying on their backs, Receive with joy their love-stolen smacks, When maids awaked from their first sleep, Deceived with dreams begin to weep, And think if dreams, such pleasures know, What sport the substance them would show, When Ladies 'gin white Limbs to spread, Her love but new stolen to her bed, His cotton shows yet scarce put off, And dears not laugh, speak, sneeze, or cough, When precise dames begin to think, Why their gross souring husbands stink, What pleasure 'twere then to enjoy, A nimble vicar, or a boy. Before this time thou shalt behold, Me quaffing out our bridal bowl.
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I doe, A light supper quoth you, pray God it be, Pray god I carry it cleanly, I am shure it lies, As heauy in my belly as moult lead, Yet lle goe see my Sister Sommerfield, So late good Iustice. I euen so late, Night is the mother of wit, as you may see, By Poets or rather Cunstables In their examinations at midnight, Weele lie together without marrying, Saue the Curats fees, and the parish a labour, Tis a thriuing course. That may not be, For excomunications then will flee. Thats true, they fly indeed like wild-geese, In flocks, one in the breech of another. But the best is a small matter stayes them, And so farwell. Farwell good Iustice Tutchim, Alasse good gentleman his braines are erased, But let that passe: speake widdow ist a match, Shall we clap it vp. Nay if't come to clapping, Good night ifaith Mistris looke before you, Theres nothing more dangerous to maide or widdow, Then suddaine clapings vp; nothing has spoyld, So many proper ladies as clappings vp: Your shittill-cocke, striding from tables to ground, Onely to try the strength of the backe, Your riding a hunting, I though they fall, With their heels vpward, and lay as if They were taking the height, of some high starre With a crosse staffe: noe nor your iumlings In horsslitters, coatches or caroatches, Haue spoyld so many women as clappings vp, Why then weele chop it vp. Thats not alowed. Vnlesse you were sonne to a welch Curate: But faith sir Knight I haue a kind of itching, To be a Lady, that I can tell you woes, And can perswade with better rethorick, Then oathes, wit, welth, valour, lands, or person, I haue some debts at court, and marrying you, I hope the Courtier will not sticke to pay me, Neuer feare thy payment. This I will say, For Courtiers theyle be shure to pay each other, How ere they deale with Cittizens. Then heres my hand, I am your wife condition we be ioynd, Before to morrows sunne. Nay euen to night, So you be pleas'd with little warning widdow, We old men can be ready, and thou shalt see, Before the time that chanticlere, Shall call and tell the day is neere, When wentches lying on their backs, Receiue with ioy their loue-stolne smacks, When maids awak't from their first sleepe, Deceiu'd with dreames begin to weepe, And thinke if dreames, sutch pleasures know, What sport the substance them would show, When Ladies gin white Lymmes to spred, Her loue but new stolne to her bed, His cotten showes yet scarce put off, And deares not laugh, speake, sneze, or cough, When precise dames begin to thinke, Why their grose souring husbands stincke, What pleasure twere then to inioy, A nimble vickar, or a boy. Before this time thou shalt behold, Me quaffing out our brydall bole.