The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 11 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Some will not stick to say she's a man And some both man and woman. That were excellent, she might first cuckold the husband and then make him do as much for the wife. Save you; how does Mistress Tiltyard? Moll. Jack Dappper. How dost Moll. I'll tell thee by and by, I go but toth' next shop. Thou shalt find me here this hour about a feather. Nay and a feather hold you in play a whole hour, a goose will last you all the days of your life. Let me see a good shag ruff. Mistress Marry that shalt thou i'faith, and the best in the shop. How now, greetings, love terms with a pox between you, have I found out one of your haunts, I send you for hollands, and you're i'th' the low countries with a mischief, I'm served with good ware byth' shift, that makes it lie dead so long upon my hands, I were as good shut up shop, for when I open it I take nothing. Nay and you fall a ringing once the devil cannot stop you, I'll out of the Belfry as fast as I can— Moll. Get you from my shop. I come to buy. (shop I'll sell ye nothing, I warn ye my house and You goody Openwork, you that prick out a poor living And sows many a bawdy skin-coat together, Thou private panderess between shirt and smock, I wish thee for a minute but a man: Thou shouldst never use more shapes, but as thouart I pity my revenge, now my spleens up, I would not mock it willingly— ha be thankful. Now I forgive thee. marry hang thee, I never asked forgiveness in my life. You goodman swinesface. What will you murder me. You remember slave, how you abused me tother night in a Tavern. Not I by this light. No, but by candlelight you did, you have tricks to save your oaths, reservations have you, and I have reserved somewhat for you,— as you like that call for more, you know the sign again. Pox an't, had I brought any company along with me to have borne witless on't, 'twould ne'er have grieved me, but to be struck and nobody by, 'tis my ill fortune still, why tread upon a worm they say 'twill turn tail, but indeed a Gentleman should have more manners. Gallantly performed ifath Moll, and manfully, I love thee for ever for't, base rogue, had he offered but the least counterbuff, by this hand I was prepared for him. You prepared for him, why should you be prepared for him, was he any more than a man. No nor so much by a yard and a handful London measure.. Why do you speak this then, do you think I cannot ride a stone horse, unless one lead him byth' snaffle.
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Some will not sticke to say shees a man And some both man and woman. That were excellent, she might first cuckold the husband and then make him do as much for the wife. Saue you; how does Mistresse Tiltyard? Mol. Iacke Dappper. How dost Mol. Ile tell the by and by, I go but toth' next shop. Thou shalt find me here this howre about a fether. Nay and a fether hold you in play a whole houre, a goose will last you all the daies of your life. Let me see a good shag ruffe. Mistresse Mary that shalt thou ifaith, and the best in the shop. How now, greetings, loue tearmes with a pox betweene you, haue I found out one of your haunts, I send you for hollands, and you're ith the low countries with a mischiefe, I'me seru'd with good ware byth shift, that makes it lye dead so long vpon my hands, I were as good shut vp shop, for when I open it I take nothing. Nay and you fall a ringing once the diuell cannot stop you, Ile out of the Belfry as fast as I can—Moll. Get you from my shop. I come to buy. (shop Ile sell ye nothing, I warne yee my house and You goody Openworke, you that prick out a poore liuing And sowes many a bawdy skin-coate together, Thou priuate pandresse betweene shirt and smock, I wish thee for a minute but a man: Thou shouldst neuer vse more shapes, but as th'art I pitty my reuenge, now my spleenes vp, I would not mocke it willingly—ha be thankfull. Now I forgiue thee. Mary hang thee, I neuer askt forgiuenesse in my life. You goodman swinesface. What wil you murder me. You remember slaue, how you abusd me t'other night in a Tauerne. Not I by this light. No, but by candlelight you did, you haue trickes to saue your oathes, reseruations haue you, and I haue reserued somewhat for you,—as you like that call for more, you know the signe againe. Pox ant, had I brought any company along with mee to haue borne witlesse on't, 'twold ne're haue grieu'd me, but to be strucke and nobody by, tis my ill fortune still, why tread vpon a worme they say twill turne taile, but indeed a Gentleman should haue more manners. Gallantly performed ifath Mol, and manfully, I loue thee for euer fort, base rogue, had he offerd but the least counter-buffe, by this hand I was prepared for him. You prepared for him, why should you be prepared for him, was he any more then a man. No nor so much by a yard and a handfull London measure.. Why do you speake this then, doe you thinke I cannot ride a stone horse, vnlesse one lead him bith snaffle.