The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 17 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 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
What's that to her? let those blush for themselves. Can any guilt in others condemn her? I've vowed to love her: let all storms oppose me, That ever beat against the breast of man, Nothing but death's black tempest shall divide us. Oh folly that can dote on nought but shame. Put case a wanton itch runs through one name More than another, is that name the worse, Where honesty sits possessed in't? it should rather Appear more excellent, and deserve more praise, When through foul mists a brightness it can raise. Why there are of the devils, honest Gentlemen, And well descended, keep an open house, And some ath (good man's) that are arrant knaves. He hates unworthily, that by rote contemns, For the name neither saves, nor yet condemns, And for her honesty, I have made such proof an't, In several forms, so nearly watched her ways, I will maintain that strict, against an army, Excepting you my father: here's her worst, Sh'has a bold spirit that mingles with mankind, But nothing else comes near it: and oftentimes Through her apparel somewhat shames her birth, But she is loose in nothing but in mirth, Would all molls were no worse. This way I toil in vain and give but aim To infamy and ruin: he will fall, My blessing cannot stay him: all my joys Stand at the brink of a devouring flood And will be wilfully swallowed: wilfully. But why so vain, let all these tears be lost, I'll pursue her to shame, and so als crossed. He is gone with some strange purpose, whose effect Will hurt me little if he shoot so wide, To think I love so blindly: I but feed His heart to this match, to draw on th'other. Wherein my joy sits with a full wish crowned; Only his mood excepted which must change. By opposite policies, courses indirect, Plain dealing in this world takes no effect. This mad girl I'll acquaint with my intent, Get her assistance, make my fortunes known, Twixt lovers hearts, she's a fit instrument, And has the art to help them to their own, By her advise, for in that craft she's wise, My love and I may meet, spite of all spies. Coachman. Here sir. There's a tester more, prithee drive thy coach to the hither end of Marybone park, a fit place for Moll to get in. Marybone park fir. ay, it's in our way thou know'st. It shall be done fir. Coachman. A non sir. Are we fitted with good frampold jades. The best in Smithfield I warrant your sir. May we safely take the upper hand of any coached velvet cap or tuftaffety jacket, for they keep a wild swaggering in coaches now a days, the high ways are stopped with them.
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Whats that to her? let those blush for themselues. Can any guilt in others condemne her? I'ue vowd to loue her: let all stormes oppose me, That euer beate against the brest of man, Nothing but deaths blacke tempest shall diuide vs. Oh folly that can dote on nought but shame. Put case a wanton itch runs through one name More then another, is that name the worse, Where honesty sits possest in't? it should rather Appeare more excellent, and deserue more praise, When through foule mists a brightnesse it can raise. Why there are of the diuels, honest Gentlemen, And well descended, keepe an open house, And some ath (good mans) that are arrant knaues. He hates vnworthily, that by rote contemnes, For the name neither saues, nor yet condemnes, And for her honesty, I haue made such proofe an't, In seuerall formes, so neerely watcht her waies, I will maintaine that strict, against an army, Excepting you my father: here's her worst, Sh'has a bold spirit that mingles with mankind, But nothing else comes neere it: and oftentimes Through her apparell somewhat shames her birth, But she is loose in nothing but in mirth, Would all Mols were no worse. This way I toyle in vaine and giue but ayme To infamy and ruine: he will fall, My blessing cannot stay him: all my ioyes Stand at the brinke of a deuouring floud And will be wilfully swallowed: wilfully. But why so vaine, let all these teares be lost, Ile pursue her to shame, and so al's crost. Hee is gon with some strange purpose, whose effect Will hurt me little if he shoot so wide, To thinke I loue so blindly: I but feed His heart to this match, to draw on th'other. Wherein my ioy sits with a full wish crownd; Onely his moode excepted which must change. By opposite pollicies, courses indirect, Plaine dealing in this world takes no effect. This madde girle I'le acquaint with my intent, Get her assistance, make my fortunes knowne, Twixt louers hearts, shee's a fit instrument, And has the art to help them to their owne, By her aduise, for in that craft shee's wise, My loue and I may meete, spite of all spies. Coachman. Heere sir. There's a tester more, prethee driue thy coach to the hither end of Marybone parke, a fit place for Mol to get in. Marybone parke fir. I, its in our way thou knowst. It shall be done fir. Coachman. A non sir. Are we fitted with good phrampell iades. The best in Smithfield I warrant your sir. May we safely take the vpper hand of any coacht veluet cappe or tuftaffety iacket, for they keepe a vilde swaggering in coaches now a daies, the hye waies are stopt with them.