The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 24 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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
It shall be so, because a crafty knave Shall not out reach me, nor walk by my door With my wife arm in arm, as 'twere his whore, I'll give him a golden coxcomb, thirty pound: Tush Pru what's thirty pound? sweet duck look cheerly. Thou art worthy of my heart thou buy'st it dearly. Uds light the tide's against me, a pox of your apothecaryship: oh for some glister to set him going; 'tis one of Hercules' labours, to tread one of these City hens, because their cocks are still crowing over them; there's no turning tale here, I must on. Oh, husband see he comes. Let me deal with him. Bless you sir. Be you blessed too sir if you come in peace. Have you any good pudding Tobacco sir? Oh pick no quarrels gentle sir, my husband Is not a man of weapon, as you are, He knows all, I have opened all before him, concerning you. zounds has she shown my letters. Suppose my case were yours, what would you do. At such a pinch, such batteries, such assaults, O father, mother, kinred, to dissolue The knot you tied, and to be bound to him? How could you shift this storm off? If I know hang me. Besides a story of your death was read Each minute to me. What a pox means this riddling? Be wise sir, let not you and I be tossed On lawyers pens; they have sharp nibs and draw Men's very heart blood from them; what need you sir To beat the drum of my wife's infamy, And call your friends together sir to prove Your precontact, when sh'has confessed it? umh sir,— has she confessed it? Sh'has i'faith to me sir, upon your letter sending. I have, I have. If I let this iron cool call me slave, Do you hear, you dame Prudence? think'st thou vile woman I'll take these blows and wink? Upon my knees. Out impudence. Good sir. You goatish slaves, No wild foul to cut up but mine? Alas sir, You make her flesh to tremble, fright her not, She shall do reason, and what's fit. I'll have thee, wert thou more common Than an hospital, and more diseased.— But one word good sir. So sir. I married her, haue line with her, and goy Two children on her body, think but on that; Have you so beggarly an appetite When I upon a dainty dish have fed To dine upon my scraps, my leavings? ha sir? Do I come near you vow sir? Be Lady you touch me. Would not you scorn to wear my clothes sir? Right sir. Then pray sir wear not her, for she's a garment So fitting for my body, I'm loath Another should put it on, you will undo both. Your letter (as she said) complained you had spent In quest of her, some thirty pound, I'll pay it; Shall that sir stop this gap up twixt you two?
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It shall be so, because a crafty knaue Shall not out reach me, nor walke by my dore With my wife arme in arme, as 'twere his whoore, I'le giue him a golden coxcombe, thirty pound: Tush Pru what's thirty pound? sweete ducke looke cheerely. Thou art worthy of my heart thou bui'st it deerely. Vds light the tide's against me, a pox of your Potticarishp: oh for some glister to set him going; 'tis one of Hercules labours, to tread one of these Cittie hennes, because their cockes are stil crowing ouer them; there's no turning tale here, I must on. Oh, husband see he comes. Let me deale with him. Blesse you sir. Be you blest too sir if you come in peace. Haue you any good pudding Tobacco sir? Oh picke no quarrels gentle sir, my husband Is not a man of weapon, as you are, He knowes all, I haue opned all before him, concerning you. Zounes has she showne my letters. Suppose my case were yours, what would you do. At such a pinch, such batteries, such assaultes▪ O father, mother, kinred, to dissolue The knot you tyed, and to be bound to him? How could you shift this storme off? If I know hang me. Besides a story of your death was read Each minute to me. What a pox meanes this ridling? Be wise sir, let not you and I be tost On Lawiers pens; they haue sharpe nibs and draw Mens very heart bloud from them; what need you sir To beate the drumme of my wifes infamy, And call your friends together sir to prooue Your precontact, when sh'has confest it? Vmh sir,—has she confest it? Sh'has 'faith to me sir, vpon your letter sending. I haue, I haue. If I let this yron coole call me slaue, Do you heare, you dame Prudence? think'st thou vile woman I'le take these blowes and winke? Vpon my knees. Out impudence. Good sir. You goatish slaues, No wilde foule to cut vp but mine? Alas sir, You make her flesh to tremble, frighr her not, Shee shall do reason, and what's fit. I'le haue thee, wert thou more common Then an hospitall, and more diseased.— But one word good sir. So sir. I married her, haue line with her, and goy Two children on her body, thinke but on that; Haue you so beggarly an appetite When I vpon a dainty dish haue fed To dine vpon my scraps, my leauings? ha sir? Do I come neere you uow sir? Be Lady you touch me. Would not you scorne to weare my cloathes sir? Right sir. Then pray sir weare not her, for shee's a garment So fitting for my body, I'me loath Another should put it on, you will vndoe both. Your letter (as shee said) complained you had spent In quest of her, some thirty pound, I'le pay it; Shall that sir stop this gap vp twixt you two?