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 0.79 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Say as I say widow, the wench is gone, But I know whether, stolen she is, well. I know by whom, say as I say widow, I have been drinking hard, why say so too, Old men they can be fine, with small ado, The law is not offended, I had no punk, Nor in an alehouse, have I made me drunk. The statute is not broke, I have the skill, To drink by law, then say as I say still, To what extremes doth this licentious time, Hurry unstaid youth, nor Gods nor Laws, Whose penal scourges are enough to save, Even damned fiends, can in this looser age, Confine unbounded youth, who durst presume, To steal my youth's delight, my age's hope, Her father's heir, and the last noble stem, Of all her ancestors: fear they or Gods or laws. I say as you say sister, but for the laws, There are so many that men do stand in awe, Of none at all; take heed they steal not you. Who woes a widow with a fair full Moon Shall surely speed, beware of full moons widow, Will Smallshanks has your daughter no word but mum, My warrant you shall have when time shall come. your warrant? I my warrant widow. My warrant can stretch far; no more but so, 'twill serve to catch a knave, or fetch a do. Here's a gentleman much desirous to see you madam. What is a for a man. Nothing for a man, but much for a beast, I think him lunatic for a demands, What plate of his is stirring i' the house, A calls your men his Butlers, Cooks, and Steward, Kisses your woman, and makes exceeding much Of your Coachman's wife; Then he's a gentleman, for 'tis a true note of a gentleman, to make much of other men's wives, bring him up, a sirrah, makes a much of your coachman's wife, this gear will run a wheels then shortly, A man may make much more of a neither man's wife, than 'a can do of's own. How much brother? A man may make with ease, A Punk, a Child, a Bastard, a Cuckold, of another man's wife all at a clap. And that is much I think. That's my Lady. For that thou first hast brought me to her sight, I here create thee clerk a the Kitchen, no man shall beg it from thee. Sure the fellows mad. What would you sir? I guess your long profession, By your scant suit: your habit seems to turn: Your inside outward to me, you're I think. Some Turner of the law. Law is my living. And on that ancient mould I wear this outside, Suit upon suit wastes some yet makes me thrive. First law, than gold, than love, and then we wive. A man of form like me but what's your business?
seed 43: T40 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Say as I say widdow, the wench is gon, But I know whether, stolne she is, well. I know by whome, say as I say widdow, I haue bin drinking hard, why say so too, Old men they can be fine, with small a doe, The law is not offended, I had no punke, Nor in an alehouse, haue I made me drunke. The statute is not broke, I haue the skill, To drinke by law, then say as I say still, To what extremes doth this licentious time, Hurry vnstayed youth, nor Gods nor Lawes, Whose penall scurges are inough to saue, Euen damned fiends, can in this looser age, Confine vnbounded youth, who durst presume, To steale my youths delight, my ages hope, Her fathers heyre, and the last noble stemme, Of all her ancestors: feare they or Gods or lawes. I say as you say sister, but for the lawes, There are so many that men do stand in awe, Of none at all; take heed they steale not you. Who woes a widow with a faire full Moone Shall surely speed, beware of full Moones widdow, Will Smalshankes has your daughter no word but mum, My warrant you shall haue when time shall come. your warrant? I my warrant widdow. My warrant can stretch far; no more but so, Twill serue to ketch a knaue, or fetch a Doe. Heres a gentleman much desirous to see you madam. What is a for a man. Nothing for a man, but much for a beast, I thinke him lunatique for a demannds, What plate of his is stirring i' the house, A calls your men his Butlers, Cookes, and Steward, Kisses your woman, and makes exceeding much Of your Coach-mans wife; Then he's a gentleman, for tis a true note of a gentleman, to make much of other mens wiues, bring him vp, a sirra, makes a much of your Choachmans wife, this geere will runne a wheeles then shortly, A man may make much more of a nother mans wife, then a can do of's owne. How much brother? A man may make with ease, A Punke, a Child, a Bastard, a Cuckold, of another mans wife all at a clap. And that is much I thinke. Thats my Lady. For that thou first hast brought me to her sight, I here create thee Clarke a the Kitching, no man shall beg it from thee. Sure the fellowes mad. What would you sir? I gesse your long profession, By your scant suite: your habit seemes to turne: Your inside outward to me, y'are I thinke. Some Turner of the law. Law is my liuing. And on that auncient mould I weare this outside, Suite vpon suite wasts some yet makes me thriue. First lawe, then gold, then loue, and then we wiue. A man of forme like me but what's your businesse?