The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 15 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens typicality 0.70 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
The most comfortablest answer from a Roaring Girl, that ever mine ears drunk in. This were enough now to affright a fool for ever from thee, when 'tis the music that I love thee for, There's a boy spoils all again. Believe it sir I am not of that disdainful temper, but I could love you faithfully. A pox on you for that word. I like you not now, You're a cunning roarer I see that already. But sleep upon this once more sir, you may chance shift a mind tomorrow, be not too hasty to wrong yourself, never while you live sir take a wife running, many have run out at heels that have done't: you see sir I speak against myself, and if every woman would deal with their suitor so honestly, poor younger brothers would not be so often guled with old cozening widows, that turn over all their wealth in trust to some kinsman, and make the poor Gentleman work hard for a pension, fare you well sir. Nay prithee one word more. How do I wrong this girl, she puts him of still. Think upon this in cold blood sir, you make as much haste as if you were a going upon a sturgeon voyage, take deliberation sir, never choose a wife as if you were going to Virginia. And so we parted, my too cursed fate. She is but cunning, gives him longer time in't. Mistress Moll, Mistress Moll: so ho ho so ho. There boy, there boy, what dost thou go a hawking after me with a red clout on thy finger. I forgot to take measure on you for your new breeches. Hoyda breeches, what will he marry a monster with two trinkets, what age is this? if the wife go in breeches, the man must wear long coats like a fool. What fiddlings here, would not the old pattern have served your turn. You change the fashion, you say you'll have the great Dutch slop Mistress Mary. Why sir I say so still. Your breeches then will take up a yard more. Well pray look it be put in then. It shall stand round and full I warrant you, Pray make 'em easy enough. I know my fault now, tother was somewhat stiff between the legs, I'll make these open enough I warrant you. here's good gear towards, I have brought up my son to marry a Dutch slop,. and a French doublet, a codpiece daughter. So, I have gone as far as I can go. Why then farewell. If you go presently to your chamber Mistress Marry, pray send me the measure of your thigh, by some honest body. Well sir, I'll send it by a Porter presently. So you had need, it is a lusty one, both of them would make any porters back ache in England.
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The most comfortablest answer from a Roaring Girle, that euer mine eares drunke in. This were enough now to affright a foole for euer from thee, when tis the musicke that I loue thee for, There's a boy spoyles all againe. Beleeue it sir I am not of that disdainefull temper, but I could loue you faithfully. A pox on you for that word. I like you not now, Y'are a cunning roarer I see that already. But sleepe vpon this once more sir, you may chance shift a minde to morrow, be not too hasty to wrong your selfe, neuer while you liue sir take a wife running, many haue run out at heeles that haue don't: you see sir I speake against my selfe, and if euery woman would deale with their suter so honestly, poore yonger brothers would not bee so often gul'd with old cosoning widdowes, that turne ore all their wealth in trust to some kinsman, and make the poore Gentleman worke hard for a pension, fare you well sir. Nay prethee one word more. How do I wrong this girle, she puts him of still. Thinke vpon this in cold bloud sir, you make as much hast as if you were a going vpon a sturgion voyage, take deliberation sir, neuer chuse a wife as if you were going to Virginia. And so we parted, my too cursed fate. She is but cunning, giues him longer time in't. Mistresse Mol, Mistresse Mol: so ho ho so ho. There boy, there boy, what dost thou go a hawking after me with a red clout on thy finger. I forgot to take measure on you for your new breeches. Hoyda breeches, what will he marry a monster with two trinckets, what age is this? if the wife go in breeches, the man must weare long coates like a foole. What fidlings heere, would not the old patterne haue seru'd your turne. You change the fashion, you say you'le haue the great Dutch slop Mistresse Mary. Why sir I say so still. Your breeches then will take vp a yard more. Well pray looke it be put in then. It shall stand round and full I warrant you, Pray make em easy enough. I know my fault now, t'other was somewhat stiffe betweene the legges, Ile make these open enough I warrant you. Heer's good geere towards, I haue brought vp my sonne to marry a Dutch slop,. and a French dublet, a codpice daughter. So, I haue gone as farre as I can go. Why then farewell. If you go presently to your chamber Mistresse Mary, pray send me the measure of your thigh, by some honest body. Well sir, Ile send it by a Porter persently. So you had neede, it is a lusty one, both of them would make any porters backe ake in England.