The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 16 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.79 · 459 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I have examined the best part of man, Reason and judgement, and in love they tell me, They leave me uncontrolled, he that is swayed By an unfeeling blood, past heat of love His spring time must needs err, his watch near goes right That sets his dial by a rusty clock, So, and which is that rusty clock sir you. The clock at Ludgate sir, it near goes true. But thou goest falser: not thy father's cares Can keep thee right, when that insensible work, Obeys the workman's art, let's off the hour And stops again when time is satisfied, But thou run'st on, and judgement, thy main wheel, Beats by all stops, as if the work would break Begun with long pains for a minute's ruin, Much like a suffering man brought up with care. At last bequeathed to shame and a short prayer, I taste you bitterer than I can deserve sir. Who has bewitch thee son, what devil or drug, Hath wrought upon the weakness of thy blood, And betrayed all her hopes to ruinous folly? Oh wake from drowsy and enchanted shame, Wherein thy soul sits with a golden dream Flattered and poisoned, I am old my son, (mine own Oh let me prevail quickly, for I have weightier business of Then to chide thee: I must not to my grave, As a drunkard to his bed, whereon he lies Only to sleep, and never cares to rise, Let me dispatch in time, come no more near her. Not honestly, not in the way of marriage, What sayst thou marriage, in what place, the session's house, and who shall give the bride, prithee, an indictment. Sir now ye take part with the world to wrong her. Why, wouldst thou fain marry to be pointed at, Alas the numbers great, do not o'er burden't, Why as good marry a beacon on a hill, Which all the country fix their eyes upon As her thy folly dotes on. If thou longest To have the story of thy infamous fortunes, Serve for discourse in ordinaries and taverns thouart in the way: or to confound thy name, Keep on, thou canst not miss it: or to strike Thy wretched father to untimely coldness, Keep the left hand still, it will bring thee to't. Yet if no tears wrung from thy father's eyes, Nor sighs that fly in sparkles, from his sorrows, Had power to alter what is wilful in thee, methinks her very name should fright thee from her, And never trouble me. Why is the name of Moll so fatal sir. Many one sir, where suspect is entered, For seek all London from one end to tother, More whores of that name, then of any ten other.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I haue examined the best part of man, Reason and iudgement, and in loue they tell me, They leaue me vncontrould, he that is swayd By an vnfeeling bloud, past heat of loue His spring time must needes erre, his watch nere goes right That sets his dyall by a rusty clocke, So, and which is that rusty clocke sir you. The clocke at Ludgate sir, it nere goes true. But thou goest falser: not thy fathers cares Can keepe thee right, when that insensible worke, Obayes the workemans art, lets off the houre And stops againe when time is satisfied, But thou runst on, and iudgement, thy maine wheele, Beats by all stoppes, as if the worke would breake Begunne with long paines for a minutes ruine, Much like a suffering man brought vp with care. At last bequeath'd to shame and a short prayer, I tast you bitterer then I can deserue sir. Who has bewitch thee sonne, what diuell or drug, Hath wrought vpon the weaknesse of thy bloud, And betrayd all her hopes to ruinous folly? Oh wake from drowsy and enchanted shame, Wherein thy soule sits with a golden dreame Flatred and poysoned, I am old my sonne, (mine owne Oh let me preuaile quickly, for I haue waightier businesse of Then to chide thee: I must not to my graue, As a drunkard to his bed, whereon he lyes Onely to sleepe, and neuer cares to rise, Let me dispatch in time, come no more neere her. Not honestly, not in the way of marriage, What sayst thou marriage, in what place, the Sessions house, and who shall giue the bride, prethe, an inditement. Sir now yee take part with the world to wrong her. Why, wouldst thou faine marry to be pointed at, Alas the numbers great, do not o're burden't, Why as good marry a beacon on a hill, Which all the country fixe their eyes vpon As her thy folly doates on. If thou longst To haue the story of thy infamous fortunes, Serue for discourse in ordinaries and tauernes Th'art in the way: or to confound thy name, Keepe on, thou canst not misse it: or to strike Thy wretched father to vntimely coldnesse, Keepe the left hand still, it will bring thee to't. Yet if no teares wrung from thy fathers eyes, Nor sighes that flye in sparkles, from his sorrowes, Had power to alter what is wilfull in thee, Me thinkes her very name should fright thee from her, And neuer trouble me. Why is the name of Mol so fatall sir. Many one sir, where suspect is entred, For seeke all London from one end to t'other, More whoores of that name, then of any ten other.