The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 12 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Yes and sit him bravely, I know thou canst Moll, 'twas but an honest mistake through love, and I'll make amends for't any way, prithee sweet plump Moll, when shall thou and I go out a town together. Whether to Tyburn prithee. Mass that's out a town indeed, thou hangest so many jests upon thy friends still. I mean honestly to Brainford, Staines or Ware. What to do there. Nothing but be merry and lie together, I'll hire a coach with four horses. I thought 'twould be a beastly journey, you may leave out one well, three horses will serve, if I play the jade myself. Nay push thouart such another kicking wench, prithee be kind and let's meet. 'tis hard but we shall meet sir. Nay but appoint the place then, there's ten Angels in fair gold Moll, you see I do not trifle with you, do but say thou wilt meet me, and I'll have a coach ready for thee. Why here's my hand I'll meet you sir. Oh good gold,— the place sweet Moll. It shall be your appointment. Somewhat near Holborn Moll. In Grays-Inn fields then. A match. I'll meet you there. The hour. Three. That will be time enough to sup at Brainford. I am of such a nature sir, I cannot endure the house when she scolds, sh'has a tongue will be hard further in a still morning than Saint Antlings-bell, she rails upon me for foreign wenching, that I being a freeman must needs keep a whore i'th' suburbs, and seek to impoverish the liberties, when we fall out, I trouble you still to make all whole with my wife. No trouble at all, 'tis a pleasure to me to join things together. Go thy ways, I do this but to try thy honesty Goshawk. How lik'st thou this Moll. Oh singularly, you're fitted now for a bunch, he looks for all the world with those spangled feathers like a nobleman's bedpost: The purity of your wench would I fain try, she seems like Kent unconquered, and I believe as many wiles are in her— oh the gallants of these times are shallow lechers, they put not their courtship home enough to a wench, 'tis impossible to know what woman is thoroughly honest, because she's near thoroughly tried, I am of that certain belief there are more queans in this town of their own making, then of any man's provoking, where lies the slackness then? many a poor soul would down, and there's nobody will push Women are courted but near soundly tried, ('em: As many walk in spurs that never ride. Oh abominable. Nay more I tell you in private, he keeps a whore i'th' suburbs. O spital dealing, I came to him a Gentlewoman borne. I'll show you mine arms when you please sir. I had rather see your legs, and begin that way.
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Yes and sit him brauely, I know thou canst Mol, twas but an honest mistake through loue, and Ile make amends fort any way, prethee sweete plumpe Mol, when shall thou and I go out a towne together. Whether to Tyburne prethee. Masse thats out a towne indeed, thou hangst so many iests vpon thy friends stil. I meane honestly to Brainford, Staines or Ware. What to do there. Nothing but bee merry and lye together, I'le hire a coach with foure horses. I thought 'twould bee a beastly iourney, you may leaue out one wel, three horses will serue, if I play the iade my selfe. Nay push th'art such another kicking wench, prethee be kind and lets meete. Tis hard but we shall meete sir. Nay but appoint the place then, there's ten Angels in faire gold Mol, you see I do not trifle with you, do but say thou wilt meete me, and Ile haue a coach ready for thee. Why here's my hand Ile meete you sir. Oh good gold,—the place sweete Mol. It shal be your appointment. Somewhat neere Holborne Mol. In Graies-Inne fields then. A match. Ile meete you there. The houre. Three. That will be time enough to sup at Braineford. I am of such a nature sir, I cannot endure the house when shee scolds, sh'has a tongue will be hard further in a still morning then Saint Antlings-bell, she railes vpon me for forraine wenching, that I being a freemā must needs keep a whore ith subburbs, and seeke to impouerish the liberties, when we fall out, I trouble you still to make all whole with my wife. No trouble at all, tis a pleasure to mee to ioyne things together. Go thy waies, I doe this but to try thy honesty Goshawke. How lik'st thou this Mol. Oh singularly, your fitted now for a bunch, he lookes for all the world with those spangled fethers like a noblemans bedpost: The purity of your wench would I faine try, shee seemes like Kent vnconquered, and I beleeue as many wiles are in her—oh the gallants of these times are shallow letchers, they put not their courtship home enough to a wench, tis impossible to know what woman is throughly honest, because shee's nere thoroughly try'd, I am of that certaine beleefe there are more queanes in this towne of their owne making, then of any mans prouoking, where lyes the slacknesse then? many a poore soule would downe, and ther's nobody will push Women are courted but nere soundly tri'd, (em: As many walke in spurs that neuer ride. Oh abominable. Nay more I tell you in priuate, he keeps a whore ith subburbs. O spittle dealing, I came to him a Gentlewoman borne. Ile shew you mine armes when you please sir. I had rather see your legs, and begin that way.