The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 10 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
No your a hoarder, you engross byth' ounces. Puh I like it not. What feather is't you'd have sir. These are most worn and most in fashion, Amongst the Beaver gallants the stone Riders. The private stage's audience, the twelve penny stool Gentlemen, I can inform you 'tis the general feather. And therefore I mislike it, tell me of general. Now a continual Simon and Iudes rain Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes. Show me—— a— spangled feather, Oh to go a feasting with, You'd have it for a hench boy, you shall. Mass I had quite forgot, His honour's footman was here last night wife, ha' you done with my Lord's shirt. What's that to you sir, I was this morning at his honour's lodging, Ere such a snake as you crept out of your shell. Oh 'twas well done good wife. I hold it better sir, then if you had done't yourself. Nay so say I: but is the countess's smock almost done mouse. Here lies the cambric sir, but wants I fear me. I'll resolve you of that presently, Haida, oh audacious groom, Dare you presume to noble women's linen, Keep you your yard to measure shepherds holland, I must confine you I see that. What say you to this gear. I dare the arrant'st critic in Tobacco To lay one fault upon't. Life yonder's Moll. Moll which Moll. honest Moll. Prithee let's call her— Moll. Moll, Moll, pist Moll. How now, what's the matter. A pipe of good tobacco Moll. I cannot stay. Nay Moll puh, prithee hark, but one word i'faith. Well what is't. Prithee come hither sirrah. Heart I would give but too much money to be nibbling with that wench, life, sh'as the Spirit of four great parishes, and a voice that will drown all the City, methinks a brave Captain might get all his soldiers upon her, and near be beholding to a company of mile-end milk sops, if he could come on, and come off quick enough: Such a Moll were a marrowbone before an Italian, he would cry bona roba till his ribs were nothing but bone. I'll lay hard siege to her, money is that Aqua fortis, that eats into many a maidenhead, where the walls are flesh & blood I'll ever pierce through with a golden auger. Now thy judgement Moll, is't not good? Yes faith 'tis very good tobacco, how do you sell an an ounce, farewell. God b'y you Mistress Gallipot, Why Moll, Mol. I cannot stay now i'faith, I am going to buy a shag cuff, the shop will be shut in presently. 'tis the maddest fantasticalst girl:— I never knew so much flesh and so much nimbleness put together. she slips from one company to another, like a fat Eel between a Dutchman's fingers:— I'll watch my time for her.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No your a horder, you ingrose bith ounces. Puh I like it not. What fether ist you'ld haue sir. These are most worne and most in fashion, Amongst the Beuer gallants the stone Riders. The priuate stages audience, the twelu peny stool Gentlemen, I can enforme you tis the generall fether. And therefore I mislike it, tell me of generall. Now a continuall Simon and Iudes raine Beate all your fethers as flat downe as pancakes. Shew me——a—spangled fether, Oh to go a feasting with, You'd haue it for a hinch boy, you shall. Masse I had quite forgot, His Honours footeman was here last night wife, Ha you done with my Lords shirt. Whats that to you sir, I was this morning at his Honours lodging, Ere such a snake as you crept out of your shell. Oh 'twas well done good wife. I hold it better sir, then if you had don't your selfe. Nay so say I: but is the Countesses smocke almost donne mouse. Here lyes the cambricke sir, but wants I feare mee. Ile resolue you of that presently, Haida, oh audacious groome, Dare you presume to noble womens linnen, Keepe you your yard to measure sheepeheards holland, I must confine you I see that. What say you to this geere. I dare the arrants critticke in Tobacco To lay one falt vpon't. Life yonders Mol. Mol which Mol. honest Mol. Prithee lets call her—Mol. Mol, Mol, pist Mol. How now, whats the matter. A pipe of good tobacco Mol. I cannot stay. Nay Moll puh, prethee harke, but one word ifaith. Well what ist. Prithee come hither sirra. Hart I would giue but too much money to be nibling with that wench, life, sh'as the Spirit of foure great parishes, and a voyce that will drowne all the Citty, me thinkes a braue Captaine might get all his souldiers vpon her, and nere bee beholding to a company of mile-end milke sops, if hee could come on, and come off quicke enough: Such a Moll were a maribone before an Italian, hee would cry bona roba till his ribs were nothing but bone. Ile lay hard siege to her, mony is that Aqua fortis, that eates into many a maidenhead, where the wals are flesh & bloud Ile euer pierce through with a golden auguer. Now thy iudgement Moll, ist not good? Yes faith tis very good tobacco, how do you sell an an ounce, farewell. God b'y you Mistresse Gallipot, Why Mol, Mol. I cannot stay now ifaith, I am going to buy a shag uffe, the shop will be shut in presently. Tis the maddest fantasticalst girle:—I neuer knew so much flesh and so much nimblenesse put together. Shee slips from one company to another, like a fat Eele between a Dutchmās fingers:—Ile watch my time for her.