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 0.83 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Saving your tale sir, I'll show you how, April showers spring May flowers, So merrily sings the cuckoo: The truth is, I have laid my knife aboard, The widow sir is wedded. Ha, Bedded. ha: Why my good father what should you do with a wife? Would you be crested? will you needs thrust your head In on of Vulcan's Helmets? will you perforce Wear a City cap and a Court feather? Villain, slave, thou hast wronged my wife. not so, Speak my good wench, have I not done thee right. I find no fault, and I protest Sir Oliver. I'd not have lost the last two hours sleep, I had by him, for all the wealth you have. Villain slave, I'll hang thee by the statute, Thou hast two wives. Be not so furious sir, I have but this, the other was my whore, Which now is married to an honest Lawyer. Thou villain slave thou hast abused thy father. Your son i'faith, your very son i'faith, The villain boy has one trick of his sire, Has firked away the wench, has pierced the hogshead, And knows by this the vintage. I am undone. You could not love the widow but her wealth. The devil take my soul but I did love her. That oath doth show you are a Northern Knight, And of all men alive, I'll never trust, A Northern man in love. And why? and why slut. Because the first word he speaks is the Devil Take his soul, and who will give him trust, That once has given his soul unto the Devil. she says most true father, the soul once gone, The best part of a man is gone. And i'faith If the best part of a man be once gone, The rest of the body is not worth a rush, Though it be near so handsome. Bring them away. How now? My Lawyer pinioned I begin to stink Already. Cheater my daughter. she's mad. My wife sir, my wife. They're mad, stark mad, I am sorry sir you have lost those happy wits By which you lived so well. The air grows cold, Therefore I'll take my leave. Stay him officers, Sir 'tis not your tricks of wit can carry it. Officers attach him, and this Gentleman, For stealing away my heir. You do me wrong, 'sheart I never saw your heir. That's a lie, You stole her, and by chance I married her. God give you joy sir. Ask the Butler else, Therefore widow release me, for by no law, Statute or book case, of Vicesimo Edwardi Secundi, nor by the Statute Of Tricesimo Henrici sexti, Nor by any book case of decimo Of the late Queen, am I accessary, Part, or party confederate, a better, Helper, seconder, persuader, forwarder, Principal or maintainer of this late theft: But by law, I forward, and she willing, Clapped up the match, and by a good Statute Of Decimo tertio Richardi quarti, She is my leeful lawful, and my true Married wife, testae lieutenant Beard.
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Sauing your tale sir, Ile shew you how, Aprill showers spring May flowers▪ So merrily singes the Cucko: The truth is, I haue laide my knife abord, The widdow sir is wedded. Ha, Bedded. ha: Why my good father what should you do with a wife? Would you be crested? will you needs thrust your head In on of Vulcans Helmets? will you perforce Weare a Citty cappe and a Court feather? Villaine, slaue, thou hast wrong'd my wife. not so, Speake my good wench, haue I not done thee right. I finde no fault, and I protest Sir Oliuer. I'd not haue lost the last two houres sleepe, I had by him, for all the wealth you haue. Villaine slaue, Ile hang thee by the statute, Thou hast two wiues. Be not so furious sir, I haue but this, the other was my whore, Which now is married to an honest Lawyer. Thou villaine slaue thou hast abus'd thy father. Your sonne ifaith, your very sonne ifaith, The villaine boy has one trick of his sire, Has firkt away the wench, has pierst the hogshead, And knowes by this the vintadge. I am vndone. You could not loue the widdow but her wealth. The deuill take my soule but I did loue her. That oath doth shew you are a Northen Knight, And of all men aliue, Ile neuer trust, A Northen man in loue. And why? and why slut. Because the first word he speakes is the Diuell Take his soule, and who will giue him trust, That once has giuen his soule vnto the Diueil. Shee sayes most true father, the soule once gon, The best part of a man is gone. And ifaith If the best part of a man be once gone, The rest of the body is not worth a rush, Though it be nere so handsome. Bring them away. How now? My Lawyer pinion'd I begin to stinke Already. Cheater my daughter. Shee's mad. My wife sir, my wife. They're mad, starke mad, I am sorry sir you haue lost those happy wits By which you liu'd so well. The ayre growes cold, Therefore Ile take my leaue. Stay him officers, Sir 'tis not your trickes of wit can carry it. Officers attache him, and this Gentleman, For stealing away my heire. You do me wrong, Zart I neuer saw your heire. That's a lye, You stole her, and by chance I married her. God giue you ioy sir. Aske the Butler else, Therefore widdow release me, for by no law, Statute or booke case, of Vicesimo Edwardi Secundi, nor by the Statute Of Tricesimo Henrici sexti, Nor by any booke case of decimo Of the late Queene, am I accessarie, Part, or party confederate, a better, Helper, seconder, perswader, forwarder, Principall or maintainer of this late theft: But by law, I forward, and shee willing, Clapt vp the match, and by a good Statute Of Decimo tertio Richardi quarti, She is my leefull lawfull, and my true Married wife, teste Liftenant Beard.