Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Then belike before the morning Sun You will be coupled. Yes faith Adriana, Well I will look you shall have a clean smock, Provided that you pay the fee Sir Oliver, Since my Mistress sir will be a Lady, I'll lose no fees due to the waiting maid. Why is there a fee belonging to it. A Knight and never heard of smock fees, I would I had the monopoly of them, So there were no impost set upon them: Whom have we here what my mad-headed son What makes he here so late? say I am gone, And I the whilst will step behind the hangings. God Bless thee parcel of man's flesh, How sir. Why parcel of man's flesh art not a woman? But widow where's the old stinkard my father, They say widow you dance altogether. After his pipe. What then. thou'rt a fool, I'll assure thee there's no music in it. Can you play better. Better widow? Blood dost think I have not learned my prick song, What not the court pricksong? one up and another down, Why I have't to a hare by this light. I hope thou lovest him not. I'll marry him sir, How marry him, foot art mad widow, wilt marry an old crazed man, With meager looks, with visage won, With little legs and crinkled thighs, With chap-fallen gums and deep sunk eyes, Why a dog seized on ten days by death Stinks nor so loathsome as his breath, Nor can a city common jaques, Which all men's Breeches undertakes, Yield fasting stomachs such a favour. As doth his breath, and ugly favour. Rogue, That's all one sir she means to be a Lady, Does she so, and thou must be her waiting woman. Faith thou wilt make a fine dainty creature, To sit at a chamber door and look fleas, In thy Lady's dog while she is showing, Some slippery breeched Courtier rare faces, In a by window, foot widow, Marry me a young and complete gallant, How a complete gallant? what? a fellow, With a hat tuck't up behind, and what we use, About our hips to keep our coats from dabbling, He wears about his neck, a farthingale: A standing collar to keep his neat band clean, The whilst his shirt does stink, and is more foul, Than an in of chancery table cloth, His breeches must be pleated as if a had Some thirty pockets, when one poor halfpenny purse, Will carry all his treasure, his knees all points, As if his legs and hams were tied together, A fellow that has no inside, but prates By rote, as players, and parrots use to do, And to define a complete gallant right, A mercer formed him, a tailor made him, And a player gives him sprite,
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Then belike before the morning Sunne You wil be coupled. Yes faith Adriana, Well I will looke you shall haue a cleane smocke, Prouided that you pay the fee Sir Oliuer, Since my Mistris sir will be a Lady, Ile loose no fees due to the wayting maid. Why is there a fee belonging to it. A Knight and neuer heard of smocke fees, I would I had the monopoly of them, So there were no impost set vpon them: Whom haue wee heere what my mad-headed sonne What makes he here so late? say I am gone, And I the whilest will step behind the hangings. God Blesse thee parcell of mans flesh, How sir. Why parcell of mans flesh art not a woman? But widdow whers the old stinkerd my father, They say widdow you dance altogether. After his pipe. What then. Thar't a foole, Ile assure thee theres no musick in it. Can you play better. Better widdow? Bloud dost thinke I haue not learnt my pricke song, What not the court pricksong? one vp and another downe, Why I haue't to a hare by this light. I hope thou louest him not. Ile marry him sir, How marry him, foote art mad widdow, Woot marry an old crased man, With meager lookes, with visage wan, With littell legs and cryncled thies, With Chapfalne gummes and deepe sunke eyes, Why a dog seazd on ten daies by death Stinkes nor so loathsome as his breath, Nor can a citty common iaques, Which all mens Breeches vndertakes, Yeeld fasting stomakes such a fauour. As doth his breath, and vgly fauour. Rogue, Thats all one sir she meanes to be a Lady, Does she so, and thou must be her waiting woman. Faith thou wilt make a fine dainty creature, To sit at a chamber doore and looke fleas, In thy Ladies dog while she is showing, Some slippery britcht Courtier rare faces, In a by window, foote widdow, Marry me a young and compleate gallant, How a compleat gallant? what? a fellow, With a hat tuck't vp behind, and what we vse, About our hips to keepe our coates from dabling, He weares about his neeke, a farthingale: A standing coller to keepe his neate band cleane, The whilst his shirt does stinke, and is more foule, Then an in of chancery table cloth, His breeches must be pleyted as if a had Some thirty pockets, when one poore halpeny purse, Will carry all his treasure, his knees all points, As if his legs and hammes were tyde together, A fellow that has noe inside, but prates By roate, as players, and parrotts vse to doe, And to define a compleat gallant right, A mercer form'd him, a taylor ma him, And a player giues him spright,