The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 23 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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
So black a day (poor wretch) went o'er thee never. If thou shouldst wrestle with him at the law, thouart sure to fall, no odd slight, no prevention. I'll tell him thouart with child. Umh. Or give out one of my men was ta'en a-bed with thee. umh, umh. Before I lose thee my dear Pru; I'll drive it to that push. Worse, and worse still, You embrace a mischief, to prevent an ill. I'll buy thee of him, stop his mouth with Gold, Thinkest thou 'twill do. Oh me, heavens grant it would, Yet now my senses are set more in tune, He writ, as I remember in his letter, That he in riding up and down had spent, (Ere he could find me) thirty pounds, send that, Stand not on thirty with him. Forty Pru, say thou the word 'tis done, we venture lives for wealth, but must do more to keep our wives, thirty or forty Pru. Thirty good sweet Of an ill bargain let's save what we can, I'll pay it him with my tears, he was a man When first I knew him of a meek spirit, All goodness is not yet dried up I hope. He shall have thirty pound, let that stop all: Loves sweets taste best, when we have drunk down Gall. God's so, our friends; come, come, smooth your cheek; After a storm the face of heaven looks sleek. Did I not tell you these turtles were together? How dost thou sirrah? why sister Gallipot? Lord how she's changed? Is your wife ill sir? Yes indeed la sir, very ill, very ill, never worse, How her head burns, feel how her pulses work. Sister lie down a little, that always does me good. In good sadness I find best ease in that too, Has she laid some hot thing to her Stomach? No, but I will lay something anon. Come, come fools, you trouble her, shall's go Master Goshawk? Yes sweet Master Tiltyard; sirrah Rosamond I hold my life Gallipot hath vexed his wife. She has a horrible high colour indeed. we shall have your face painted with the same red soon at night, when your husband comes from his rubbers in a false alley; thou wilt not believe me that his bowls run with a wrong bias. It cannot sink into me, that he feeds upon stale mutton abroad, having better and fresher at home. What if I bring thee, where thou shalt see him stand at rack and manger? I'll saddle him in's kind, and spur him till he kick again. Shall thou and I ride our journey then. here's my hand. No more; come Master Tiltyard, shall we leap into the stirrups with our women, and amble home? Yes, yes, come wife. Introth sister, I hope you will do well for all this. I hope I shall: farewell good sister: sweet Master Goshawk. Welcome brother, most kindly welcome sir. Thanks sir for our good cheer.
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So black a day (poore wretch) went ore thee neuer. If thou shouldst wrastle with him at the law, Th'art sure to fall, no odde slight, no preuention. Ile tell him th'art with child. Vmh. Or giue out one of my men was tane a bed with thee. Vmh, vmh. Before I loose thee my deere Pru; Ile driue it to that push. Worse, and worse still, You embrace a mischiefe, to preuent an ill. Ile buy thee of him, stop his mouth with Gold, Think'st thou twill do. Oh me, heauens grant it would, Yet now my sences are set more in tune, He writ, as I remember in his letter, That he in riding vp and downe had spent, (Ere hee could finde me) thirty pounds, send that, Stand not on thirty with him. Forty Pru, say thou the word tis done, wee venture liues for wealth, but must do more to keepe our wiues, thirty or forty Pru. Thirty good sweete Of an ill bargaine lets saue what we can, Ile pay it him with my teares, he was a man When first I knew him of a meeke spirit, All goodnesse is not yet dryd vp I hope. He shall haue thirty pound, let that stop all: Loues sweets tast best, when we haue drunke downe Gall. Gods so, our friends; come, come, smoth your cheeke; After a storme the face of heauen looks sleeke. Did I not tell you these turtles were together? How dost thou sirra? why sister Gallipot? Lord how shee's chang'd? Is your wife ill sir? Yes indeed la sir, very ill, very ill, neuer worse, How her head burnes, feele how her pulses work. Sister lie downe a little, that alwaies does mee good. In good sadnesse I finde best ease in that too, Has shee laid some hot thing to her Stomach? No, but I will lay something anon. Come, come fooles, you trouble her, shal's goe Maister Goshawke? Yes sweete Maister Tiltyard; sirra Rosamond I hold my life Gallipot hath vext his wife. Shee has a horrible high colour indeed. Wee shall haue your face painted with the same red soone at night, when your husband comes from his rubbers in a false alley; thou wilt not beleeue me that his bowles run with a wrong byas. It cannot sinke into mee, that hee feedes vpon stale mutten abroad, hauing better and fresher at home. What if I bring thee, where thou shalt see him stand at racke and manger? Ile saddle him in's kind, and spurre him till hee kicke againe. Shall thou and I ride our iourney then. Heere's my hand. No more; come Maister Tiltyard, shall we leape into the stirrops with our women, and amble home? Yes, yes, come wife. Introth sister, I hope you will do well for all this. I hope I shall: farewell good sister: sweet Maister Goshawke. Welcome brother, most kindlie welcome sir. Thankes sir for our good cheere.