The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 2 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 534 words
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I humbly thank you sir, but that my bosom Is full of bitter sorrows, I could smile, To see this formal Ape play Antic tricks: But in my breast a poisoned arrow sticks, And smiles cannot become me, Love woven slightly (Such as thy false heart makes) wears out as lightly, But love being truly bred i'th' the soul (like mine) Bleeds even to death, at the least wound it takes, The more we quench this, the less it slakes: Oh me! A Sempster speak with me, sayst thou. Yes sir, she's there, viva voce, to deliver her auricular confession. With me sweet heart. What is't? I have brought home your bands sir. Bands: Neatfoot. Sir. Prithee look in, for all the Gentlemen are upon rising. Yes sir, a most methodical attendance shall be given. And dost hear, if my father call for me, say I am busy with a Sempster. Yes sir, he shall know it that you are busied with a needle woman. In's ear good Neatfoot, It shall be so given him. Bands, you're mistaken sweet heart, I bespoke none, when, where, I prithee, what bands, let me see them. Yes sir, a bond fast sealed, with solemn oaths, Subscribed unto (as I thought) with your soul: Delivered as your deed in sight of heaven, Is this bond canceled, have you forgot me. Ha! life of my life: Sir Guy Fitz-allard's daughter, What has transformed my love to this strange shape? Stay: make all sure,— so: now speak and be brief, Because the wolf's at door that lies in wait, To prey upon us both albeit mine eyes Are blessed by thine, yet this so strange disguise Holds me with fear and wonder. Mines a loathed sight, Why from it are you banished else so long. I must cut short my speech, in broken language, Thus much sweet Moll, I must thy company shun, I court another Moll, my thoughts must run, As a horse runs, that's blind, round in a Mill, Out every step, yet keeping one path still. umh: must you shun my company, in one knot Have both our hands byth' hands of heaven been tied, Now to be broke, I thought me once your Bride: Our fathers did agree on the time when, And must another bedfellow fill my room. Sweet maid, let's lose no time, 'tis in heavens book Set down, that I must have thee: an oath we took, To keep our vows, but when the knight your father Was from mine parted, storms began to sit Upon my covetous father's brow: which fell From them on me, he reckoned up what gold This marriage would draw from him, at which he swore, To lose so much blood, could not grieve him more. He then dissuades me from thee, called thee not fair, And asked what is she, but a beggar's heir? He scorned thy dowry of (5000) Marks. If such a sum of money could be found, And I would match with that, he'd not undo it, Provided his bags might add nothing to it, But vowed, if I took thee, nay more, did swear it, Save birth from him I nothing should inherit.
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I humbly thanke you sir, but that my bosome Is full of bitter sorrowes, I could smile, To see this formall Ape play Antick tricks: But in my breast a poysoned arrow stickes, And smiles cannot become me, Loue wouen sleightly (Such as thy false heart makes) weares out as lightly, But loue being truely bred ith the soule (like mine) Bleeds euen to death, at the least wound it takes, The more we quench this, the lesse it slakes: Oh me! A Sempster speake with me, saist thou. Yes sir, she's there, viua voce, to deliuer her auricular confession. With me sweet heart. What ist? I haue brought home your bands sir. Bands: Neatfoote. Sir. Prithee look in, for all the Gentlemen are vpon rising. Yes sir, a most methodicall attendance shall be giuen. And dost heare, if my father call for me, say I am busy with a Sempster. Yes sir, hee shall know it that you are busied with a needle woman. In's eare good Neat-foote, It shall be so giuen him. Bands, y'are mistaken sweete heart, I bespake none, when, where, I prithee, what bands, let me see them. Yes sir, a bond fast sealed, with solemne oathes, Subscribed vnto (as I thought) with your soule: Deliuered as your deed in sight of heauen, Is this bond canceld, haue you forgot me. Ha! life of my life: Sir Guy Fitz-Allards daughter, What has transform'd my loue to this strange shape? Stay: make all sure,—so: now speake and be briefe, Because the wolfe's at dore that lyes in waite, To prey vpon vs both albeit mine eyes Are blest by thine, yet this so strange disguise Holds me with feare and wonder. Mines a loathed sight, Why from it are you banisht else so long. I must cut short my speech, in broken language, Thus much sweete Moll, I must thy company shun, I court another Moll, my thoughts must run, As a horse runs, thats blind, round in a Mill, Out euery step, yet keeping one path still. Vmh: must you shun my company, in one knot Haue both our hands byt'h hands of heauen bene tyed, Now to be broke, I thought me once your Bride: Our fathers did agree on the time when, And must another bed-fellow fill my roome. Sweete maid, lets loose no time, tis in heauens booke Set downe, that I must haue thee: an oath we tooke, To keep our vowes, but when the knight your father Was from mine parted, stormes began to sit Vpon my couetous fathers brow: which fell From them on me, he reckond vp what gold This marriage would draw from him, at which he swore, To loose so much bloud, could not grieue him more. He then diswades me from thee, cal'd thee not faire, And askt what is shee, but a beggars heire? He scorn'd thy dowry of (5000) Markes. If such a summe of mony could be found, And I would match with that, hee'd not vndoe it, Prouided his bags might adde nothing to it, But vow'd, if I tooke thee, nay more, did sweare it, Saue birth from him I nothing should inherit.