The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 21 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Come follow me to S. Thomas Apostles, I'll put a livery cloak upon your back, the first thing I do, I follow my dear Mistress. What Pru, Nay sweet Prudence. What a pruing keep you, I think the baby would have a teat it kyes so, pray be not so fond of me, leave your City humours, I'm vexed at you to see how like a calf you come bleating after me. Nay honey Pru: how does your rising up before all the table show? and flinging from my friends so uncivilly, fie Pru, fie, come. Then up and ride i'faith. Up and ride, nay my pretty Pru, that's far from my thought, duck: why mouse, thy mind is nibbling at something, what's is't, what lies upon thy Stomach? Such an ass as you: hoyda, you're best turn midwife, or Physician: you're a Pothecary already, but I'm none of your drugs. Thou art a sweet drug, sweetest Pru, and the more thou art pounded, the more precious. Must you be prying into a woman's secrets: say ye? Woman's secrets. What? I cannot have a qualm come upon me but your teeth waters, till your nose hang over it. It is my love dear wife. Your love? your love is all words; give me deeds, I cannot abide a man that's too fond over me, so cookish; thou dost not know how to handle a woman in her kind, No Pru? why I hope I have handled.— Handle a fools head of your own,— fie— Ha, ha, 'tis such a wasp; it does me good now to have her sing me, little rogue. Now fie how you vex me, I cannot abide these apron husbands: such cotqueans, you overdo your things, they become you scurvily. Upon my life she breeds, heaven knows how I have strained myself to please her, night and day: I wonder why we Citizens should get children so fretful and untoward in the breeding, their fathers being for the most part as gentle as milk kine: shall I leave thee my Pru. Fie, fie, fie. Thou shalt not be vexed no more, pretty kind rogue, take no cold sweet Pru. As your wit has done: now Master Laxton show your head, what news from you? would any husband suspect that a woman crying, Buy any scurvygrass, should bring love letters amongst her herbs to his wife, pretty trick, fine conveyance? had jealousy a thousand eyes, a silly woman with scurvygrass blinds them all; Laxton with bays crown I thy wit for this, it deserves praise. This makes me affect thee more, this proves thee wise, Lack what poor shift is love forced to devise? (toth' point) Alas poor Gentleman, troth I pity him, How shall I raise this money? thirty pound? 'tis thirty sure, a 3 before an 0, I know his threes too well; my childbed linen? Shall I pawn that for him? then if my mark Be known I am undone; it may be thought My husband's bankrupt: which way shall I turn? Laxton, what with my own fears, and thy wants, I'me needle twixt two adamants.
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Come follow me to S. Thomas Apostles, Ile put a liuery cloake vpon your backe, the first thing I do, I follow my deere Mistresse. What Pru, Nay sweete Prudence. What a pruing keepe you, I thinke the baby would haue a teate it kyes so, pray be not so fond of me, leaue your Citty humours, I'me vext at you to see how like a calfe you come bleating after me. Nay hony Pru: how does your rising vp before all the table shew? and flinging from my friends so vnciuily, fiye Pru, fye, come. Then vp and ride ifaith. Vp and ride, nay my pretty Pru, thats farre from my thought, ducke: why mouse, thy minde is nibbling at something, whats ist, what lyes vpon thy Stomach? Such an asse as you: hoyda, y'are best turne midwife, or Physition: y'are a Poticary already, but I'me none of your drugs. Thou art a sweete drug, sweetest Pru, and the more thou art pounded, the more pretious. Must you be prying into a womans secrets: say ye? Womans secrets. What? I cannot haue a qualme come vpon mee but your teeth waters, till your nose hang ouer it. It is my loue deere wife. Your loue? your loue is all words; giue mee deeds, I cannot abide a man thats too fond ouerme, so cookish; thou dost not know how to handle a woman in her kind, No Pru? why I hope I haue handled.— Handle a fooles head of your owne,—fih—fih. Ha, ha, tis such a waspe; it does mee good now to haue her sing me, little rogue. Now fye how you vex me, I cannot abide these aperne husbands: such cotqueanes, you ouerdoe your things, they become you scuruily. Vpon my life she breeds, heauen knowes how I haue straind my selfe to please her, night and day: I wonder why wee Cittizens should get children so fretfull and vntoward in the breeding, their fathers being for the most part as gentle as milch kine: shall I leaue thee my Pru. Fye, fye, fye. Thou shalt not bee vext no more, pretty kind rogue, take no cold sweete Pru. As your wit has done: now Maister Laxton shew your head, what newes from you? would any husband suspect that a woman crying, Buy any scurui-grasse, should bring loue letters amongst her herbes to his wife, pretty tricke, fine conueyance? had iealousy a thousand eyes, a silly woman with scuruy-grasse blinds them all; Laxton with bayes crown I thy wit for this, it deserues praise. This makes me affect thee more, this prooues thee wise, Lacke what poore shift is loue forc't to deuise? (toth' point) Alas poore Gentleman, troth I pitty him, How shall I raise this money? thirty pound? Tis thirty sure, a 3 before an 0, I know his threes too well; my childbed linnen? Shall I pawne that for him? then if my marke Be knowne I am vndone; it may be thought My husband's bankrout: which way shall I turne? Laxton, what with my owne feares, and thy wants, I'me needle twixt two adamants.