The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 8 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
I will not deny but my credit may take up an ounce of pure smoke. May take up an ell of pure smock; away go, 'tis the closest striker. Life I think he commits venery 40 foot deep, no man's aware on't, I like a palpable smockster go to work so openly, with the tricks of art, that I'm as apparently seen as a naked boy in a vial, & were it not for a gift of treachery that I have in me to betray my friend when he puts most trust in me (mass yonder he is too—) and by his injury to make good my access to her, I should appear as defective in courting, as a farmer's son the first day of his feather, that doth nothing at Court, but woe the hangings and glass windows for a month together, and some broken waiting woman for ever after. I find those imperfections in my venery, that were't not for flattery and falsehood, I should want discourse and impudence, and he that wants impudence among women, is worthy to be kicked out at bed's feet.— He shall not see me yet. Troth this is finely shred. Oh women are the bèst mincers. 'Thad been a good phrase for a cook's wife sir. But 'twill serve generally, like the front of a new Almanac; as thus: Calculated for the meridian of cook's wives, but generally for all Englishwomen. Nay you shall hait sir, I have filled it for you. The pipe's in a good hand, and I wish mine always so. But not to be used a that fashion. O pardon me sir, I understand no french. I pray be covered. Jack a pipe of rich smoke. Rich smoke; that's 6. pence a pipe is't? To me sweet Lady. Be not forgetful; respect my credit; seem strange; Art and Wit makes a fool of suspicion:— pray be wary. Push, I warrant you:— come, how is't gallants? Pure and excellent. I thought 'twas good, you were grown so silent; you are like those that love not to talk at victuals, though they make a worse noise i'the nose then a common fiddlers prentice, and discourse a whole Supper with snuffling;— I must speak a word with you anon. Make your way wisely then. (ners, Oh what else sir, he's perfection itself, full of man- But not an acre of ground belonging to 'em. I and full of form, h'as ne'er a good stool in's chamber. But above all religious: he prayeth daily upon elder brothers. And valiant above measure; h'as run three streets from a Sergeant. Puh, Puh. Oh, puh, ho, ho. So, so. What's the matter now sir? I protest I'm in extreme want of money, if you can supply me now with any means, you do me the greatest pleasure, next to the bounty of your love, as ever poor gentleman tasted. What's the sum would pleasure ye sir? Though you deserve nothing less at my hands.
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I will not deny but my credit may take vp an ounce of pure smoake. May take vp an ell of pure smock; away go, tis the closest striker. Life I think he cōmits venery 40 foote deepe, no mans aware on't, I like a palpable smockster go to worke so openly, with the tricks of art, that I'me as aparantly seen as a naked boy in a viall, & were it not for a guift of trechery that I haue in me to betray my friend whē he puts most trust in me (masse yonder hee is too—) and by his iniurie to make good my accesse to her, I should appeare as defectiue in courting, as a Farmers sonne the first day of his feather, that doth nothing at Court, but woe the hangings and glasse windowes for a month together, and some broken wayting woman for euer after. I find those imperfections in my venerie, that were't not for flatterie and falshood, I should want discourse and impudence, and hee that wants impudence among women, is worthy to bee kickt out at beds feet.—He shall not see me yet. Troth this is finely shred. Oh women are the bèst mincers. 'Thad bin a good phrase for a Cookes wife sir. But 'twill serue generally, like the front of a newe Almanacke; as thus: Calculated for the meridian of Cookes wiues, but generally for all Englishwomen. Nay you shall ha'te sir, I haue fild it for you. The pipe's in a good hand, and I wish mine alwaies so. But not to be vs'd a that fashion. O pardon me sir, I vnderstand no french. I pray be couerd. Iacke a pipe of rich smoake. Rich smoake; that's 6. pence a pipe ist? To me sweet Lady. Be not forgetful; respect my credit; seem strange; Art and Wit makes a foole of suspition:—pray be warie. Push, I warrant you:—come, how ist gallants? Pure and excellent. I thought 'twas good, you were growne so silent; you are like those that loue not to talke at victuals, tho they make a worse noyse i'the nose then a common fidlers prentice, and discourse a whole Supper with snuffling;—I must speake a word with you anone. Make your way wisely then. (ners, Oh what else sir, hee's perfection it selfe, full of man- But not an acre of ground belonging to 'em. I and full of forme, h'as ne're a good stoole in's chamber. But aboue all religious: hee prayeth daily vpon elder brothers. And valiant aboue measure; h'as runne three streets from a Serieant. Puh, Puh. Oh, puh, ho, ho. So, so. Whats the matter now sir? I protest I'me in extreame want of money, if you can supply mee now with any meanes, you doe mee the greatest pleasure, next to the bountie of your loue, as euer poore gentleman tasted. What's the summe would pleasure ye sir? Tho you deserue nothing lesse at my hands.