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 0.85 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Why so, in my conscience to be a Countess, Thou wouldst marry a hedgehog: I must confess, 'tis state to have a coxcomb kiss your hands, While yet the chamber-lye is scarce wiped off, To have an upright usher march before you, Bare headed in a Tuft-taffeta jerkin Maid of your old cast gown, shows passing well, But when you feel your husband's pulses, that's hell, Than you fly out and bid strait smocks farewell, I hope sir whate'er our husbands be, We may be honest. May be; nay you're, Women and honesty are as near allied, As parsons lives are to their doctrines, One and the same: but widow now be ruled, I hope the heavens will give thee better grace, Than to accept the father and I yet live, To be bestowed, if you wed the stinkard, You shall find the tale of Tantalus To be no fable widow. How I sweat, I can hold no longer, degenerate bastard, I here disclaim thee, cashier thee, nay more, I disinherit thee both of my love. And living, get thee a grey cloak and hat And walk in Paul's amongst thy cashiered mates As melancholy as the best: Come not near me, I forbid the my house, my outhouses, My Garden, Orchard, and my backside, Thou shalt not harbour near me. Nay to thy grief, Know varlet I will be wed this morning, Thou shalt not be there, nor once be graced With a piece of Rosemary: I'll cashier thee, Do not reply, I will not stay to hear thee. Now may I go put me on a clean shirt And hang myself, foot who would have thought The Fox had earthed so near me; what's to be done? What miracle shall I now undertake To win respective grace with God and men? What if I turned Courtier and lived honest? Sure that would do it: I dare not walk the streets, For I dwindle at a Sergeant in buff Almost as much as a new Player does At a plague bill certified forty: Well I like this widow, a lusty plump drab Has substance both in breech and purse, And pity and sin it were she should be wed To a furred cloak and a nightcap. I'll have her, This widow I will have: her money Shall pay my debts and set me up again, 'tis here, 'tis almost forged, which if it take, The world shall praise my wit, admire my fate. sergeants beware, be sure you not mistake, For If you do. She shall be quickly bailed: She shall Corpus cum causa be removed, Your action entered first below, shall shrink, And you shall find sir sergeant she has friends Will stick to her in the common place. Sir Will you procure her bail: She shall be bailed, Drawer bring up some wine, use her well, Her husband is a Gentleman of sort
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Why so, in my conscience to be a Countesse, Thou wouldst marry a hedg-hog: I must confesse, Tis state to haue a coxe-combe kisse your hands, While yet the chamberly is scarse wypte off, To haue an vpright vsher march before you, Bare headed in a Tuftafata ierkin Maide of your old cast gowne, shewes passing well, But when you feele your husbands pulses, thats hell, Then you fly out and bid straite smockes farwell, I hope sir what ere our husbands be, We may be honest. May be; nay y'are, Women and honesty are as neere alyde, As parsons liues are to their doctrines, One and the same: but widdow now be ruld, I hope the heauens will giue thee better grace, Then to accept the father and I yet liue, To be bestowed, if you wed the stinckerd, You shall find the tale of Tantalus To be noe fable widdow. How I sweate, I can hold noe longer, degenerate bastard, I here disclayme thee, casheere thee, nay more, I disinherit thee both of my loue. And liuing, get thee a gray cloake and hat And walke in Paules amongst thy casheerd mates As malancholly as the best: Come not neere me, I forbid the my house, my out-houses, My Garden, Orchard, and my backe-side, Thou shalt not harbor neere me. Nay to thy greefe, Know varlet I will be wed this morning, Thou shalt not bee there, nor once be grac'd With a peece of Rosemary: Ile casheere thee, Do not reply, I will not stay to heare thee. Now may I goe put me on a cleane shirt And hang my selfe, foot who would haue thought The Foxe had earth'd so neere me; whats to bee done? What miracle shall I now vndertake To winne respectiue with God and men? What if I turn'd Courtier and liu'd honest? Sure that would do it: I dare not walke the streets, For I dwindle at a Sargeant in buffe Almost as much as a new Player does At a plague bill certified forty: Well I like this widdow, a lusty plumpe drab Has substance both in bretch and purse, And pitty and sinne it were she should be wed To a furd cloacke and a night-cap. Ile haue her, This widdow I will haue: her money Shall pay my debts and set me vp againe, Tis heere, tis almost forg'd, which if it take, The world shall praise my wit, admire my fate. Sargeants beware, be sure you not mistake, For If you do. She shall be`quickly bayld: She shal Corpus cum causa be remou'd, Your action entred first below, `shall shrincke, And you shall find sir Sargeant she has friends Will sticke to her in the common place. Sir Will you procure her bayle: She shall be baylde, Drawer bring vp some wine, vse her well, Her husband is a Gentleman of sort