The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 3 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.79 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
What follows then, my shipwreck. Dearest no: Though wildly in a labyrinth I go, My end is to meet thee: with a side wind Must I now sail, else I no haven can find But both must sink for ever. There's a wench Called Moll, mad Moll, or merry Moll, a creature So strange in quality, a whole city takes Note of her name and person, all that affection I owe to thee, on her in counterfeit passion, I spend to mad my father: he believes I dote upon this Roaring Girl, and grieves As it becomes a father for a son, That could be so bewitched: yet i'll go on This crooked way, sigh still for her, fain dreams, In which i'll talk only of her, these streams Shall, I hope, force my father to consent That here I anchor rather than be rent Upon a rock so dangerous, Art thou pleased, Because thou seest we are waylaid, that I take A path that's safe, though it be far about, My prayers with heaven guide thee, Then I will on, My father is at hand, kiss and begone; Hours shall be watched for meetings; I must now As men for fear, to a strange I doll bow. Farewell. I'll guide thee forth, when next we meet, A story of Moll shall make our mirth more sweet. Thanks good Sir Alexander for our bounteous cheer: Fie, fie, in giving thanks you pay to dear. When bounty spreads the table, faith 'twere sin, (at going of) if thanks should not step in. No more of thanks, no more, I marry Sir, Th'inner room was too close, how do you like This Parlour Gentlemen? Oh passing well. What a sweet breath the air casts here, so cool, I like the prospect best. See how 'tis furnished. A very fair sweet room. Sir Davy Dapper, The furniture that doth adorn this room, Cost many a fair grey groat ere it came here, But good things are most cheap, when theyare most dear, Nay when you look into my galleries, How bravely they are trimmed up, you all shall swear youare highly pleased to see what's set down there: Stories of men and women (mixed together Fair ones with foul, like sunshine in wet wether) Within one square a thousand heads are laid So close, that all of heads, the room seems made, As many faces there (filled with blithe looks) Show like the promising titles of new books, (Writ merrily) the Readers being their own eyes, Which seem to move and to give plaudities, And here and there (whilst with obsequious ears, Thronged heaps do listen) a cut purse thrusts and leers With hawks eyes for his prey: I need not show him, By a hanging villainous look, yourselves may know him, The face is drawn so rarely, Than sir below, The very flower (as 'twere) waves to and fro, And like a floating Island, seems to move, Upon a sea bound in with shores above, These sights are excellent.
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What followes then, my ship-wracke. Dearest no: Tho wildly in a laborinth I go, My end is to meete thee: with a side winde Must I now saile, else I no hauen can finde But both must sinke for euer. There's a wench Cal'd Mol, mad Mol, or merry Moll, a creature So strange in quality, a whole citty takes Note of her name and person, all that affection I owe to thee, on her in counterfet passion, I spend to mad my father: he beleeues I doate vpon this Roaring Girle, and grieues As it becomes a father for a sonne, That could be so bewitcht: yet ile go on This croked way, sigh still for her, faine dreames, In which ile talke onely of her, these streames Shall, I hope, force my father to consent That heere I anchor rather then be rent Vpon a rocke so dangerours, Art thou pleas'd, Because thou seest we are way-laid, that I take A path thats safe, tho it be farre about, My prayers with heauen guide thee, Then I will on, My father is at hand, kisse and begon; Howres shall be watcht for meetings; I must now As men for feare, to a strange I doll bow. Farewell. Ile guide thee forth, when next we meete, A story of Moll shall make our mirth more sweet. Thanks good Sir Alexander for our bounteous cheere: Fy, fy, in giuing thankes you pay to deare. When bounty spreades the table, faith t'were sinne, (at going of) if thankes should not step in. No more of thankes, no more, I mary Sir, Th'inner roome was too close, how do you like This Parlour Gentlmen? Oh passing well. What a sweet breath the aire casts heere, so coole, I like the prospect best. See how tis furnisht. A very faire sweete roome. Sir Dauy Dapper, The furniture that doth adorne this roome, Cost many a faire gray groat ere it came here, But good things are most cheape, when th'are most deere, Nay when you looke into my galleries, How brauely they are trim'd vp, you all shall sweare Yare highly pleasd to see whats set downe there: Stories of men and women (mixt together Faire ones with foule, like sun-shine in wet wether) Within one square a thousand heads are laid So close, that all of heads, the roome seeemes made, As many faces there (fill'd with blith lookes) Shew like the promising titles of new bookes, (Writ merily) the Readers being their owne eyes, Which seeme to moue and to giue plaudities, And here and there (whilst with obsequious eares, Throng'd heapes do listen) a cut purse thrusts and leeres With haukes eyes for his prey: I need not shew him, By a hanging villanous looke, your selues may know him, The face is drawne so rarely, Then sir below, The very flowre (as twere) waues to and fro, And like a floating Iland, seemes to moue, Vpon a sea bound in with shores aboue, These sights are excellent.