The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 7 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
That task is easy, do't then, hold thy hand up. What's this, is't burnt? No sir no, a little singed with making fire works. there's money, spend it, that being spent fetch more. Oh sir that all the poor soldiers in England had such a leader. For fetching no water Spaniel is like me. This wench we speak of, strays so from her kind Nature repents she made her. 'tis a Mermaid Has told my son to shipwreck. I'll cut her comb for you. I'll tell out gold for thee then: hunt her forth, Cast out a line hung full of silver hooks To catch her to thy company: deep spendings May draw her that's most chaste to a man's bosom. The jingling of Golden bells, and a good fool with a hobby-horse, will draw all the whores i'th' town to dance in a morris, Or rather, for that's best, (they say sometimes She goes in breeches) follow her as her man. And when her breeches are off, she shall follow me. Beat all thy brains to serve her. Zounds sir, as country wenches beat cream, till butter comes. Play thou the subtle spider, weave fine nets To ensnare her very life. Her life. Yes suck Her heart-blood if thou canst, twist thou but cords To catch her, I'll find law to hang her up. Spoke like a Worshipful bencher. Trace all her steps: at this she-fox's den Watch what lambs enter: let me play the shepherd To save their throats from bleeding, and cut hers. This is the goll shall do't. Be firm and gain me Ever thine own. This done I entertain thee: How is thy name. My name sir is Raph Trapdore, honest Raph. Trapdore, be like thy name, a dangerous step For her to venture on, but unto me. As fast as your sole to your boot or shoe sir. Hence then, be little seen here as thou canst. I'll still be at thine elbow. The trapdoors set. Moll if you budge you're gone: this me shall crown, A Roaring Boy, the Roaring Girl puts down, God a mercy, lose no time. Gentlemen what is't you lack. What is't you buy, see fine bands and ruffs, fine lawns, fine cambrics, what is't you lack Gentlemen, what is't you buy? Yonder's the shop. Is that she. Peace. She that minces Tobacco. I: she's a Gentlewoman borne I can tell you, though it be her hard fortune now to shred Indian potherbs. Oh sir 'tis many a good woman's fortune, when her husband turns bankrupt, to begin with pipes and set up again. And indeed the raising of the woman is the lifting up of the man's head at all times, if one flourish, other will bud as fast I warrant ye. Come thouart familiarly acquainted there, I grope that. And you grope no better i'th' dark you may chance lie i'th' ditch when you're drunk. Go thouart a mystical lecher.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
That task is easy, doot then, hold thy hand vp. Whats this, ist burnt? No sir no, a little sindgd with making fire workes. Ther's mony, spend it, that being spent fetch more. Oh sir that all the poore souldiers in England had such a leader. For fetching no water Spaniell is like me. This wench we speake of, straies so from her kind Nature repents she made her. Tis a Mermaid Has told my sonne to shipwracke. Ile cut her combe for you. Ile tell out gold for thee then: hunt her forth, Cast out a line hung full of siluer hookes To catch her to thy company: deepe spendings May draw her thats most chast to a mans bosome. The gingling of Golden bels, and a good foole with a hobbyhorse, wil draw all the whoores ith to wneto dance in a morris, Or rather, for thats best, (they say sometimes Shee goes in breeches) follow her as her man. And when her breeches are off, shee shall follow me. Beate all thy braines to serue her. Zounds sir, as country wenches beate creame, till butter comes. Play thou the suttle spider, weaue fine nets To insnare her very life. Her life. Yes sucke Her heart-bloud if thou canst, twist thou but cords To catch her, Ile finde law to hang her vp. Spoke like a Worshipfull bencher. Trace all her steps: at this shee-foxes den Watch what lambs enter: let me play the sheepeheard To saue their throats from bleeding, and cut hers. This is the goll shall doot. Be firme and gaine me Euer thine owne. This done I entertaine thee: How is thy name. My name sir is Raph Trapdore, honest Raph. Trapdore, be like thy name, a dangerous step For her to venture on, but vnto me. As fast as your sole to your boote or shooe sir. Hence then, be little seene here as thou canst. Ile still be at thine elbow. The trapdores set. Moll if you budge y'are gon: this me shall crowne, A Roaring Boy, the Roaring Girle puts downe, God a mercy, loose no time. Gentlemen what ist you lacke. What ist you buy, see fine bands and ruffes, fine lawnes, fine cambrickes, what ist you lacke Gentlemen, what ist you buy? Yonders the shop. Is that shee. Peace. Shee that minces Tobacco. I: shees a Gentlewoman borne I can tell you, tho it be her hard fortune now to shread Indian pot-hearbes. Oh sir tis many a good womans fortune, when her husband turns bankrout, to begin with pipes and set vp againe. And indeed the raysing of the woman is the lifting vp of the mans head at all times, if one florish, tother will bud as fast I warrant ye. Come th'art familiarly acquainted there, I grope that. And you grope no better ith dark you may chance lye ith ditch when y'are drunke. Go th'art a misticall letcher.