The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 25 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 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Well if I swallow this wrong, let her thank you: The money being paid sir, I am gone: Farewell, oh women happy's he trusts none. Dispatch him hence sweet husband. Yes dear wife: pray sir come in, ere Master Thou shalt in wine drink to him, With all my heart;— how dost thou like my wit? Rarely, that wile By which the Serpent did the first woman beguile, Did ever since, all women's bosoms fill; You're apple eaters all, deceivers still. Out with your tale Sir Davy, to Sir Adam. A Knave is in mine eye deep in my debt. Nay: if he be a knave sir, hold him fast. Speak softly, what egg is there hatching now. A duck's egg sir, a duck that has eaten a frog, I have cracked the shell, and some villainy or other will peep out presently; the duck that sits is the bouncing Ramp (that Roaring Girl my Mistress) the drake that must tread is your son Sebastian. Be quick. As the tongue of an oyster wench. And see thy news be true. As a barbers every Saturday night— mad Moll. Ah. Must be let in without knocking at your back gate. So. Your chamber will be made bawdy. Good. she comes in a shirt of male. How shirt of male? Yes sir or a male shirt, that's to say in man's apparel. To my son. Close to your son: your son and her Moon will be in conjunction, if all Alminacks lie not, her black safeguard is turned into a deep slop, the holes of her upper body to button holes, her waistcoat to a doublet, her placket to the ancient seat of a codpiece, and you shall take 'em both with standing collars. Art sure of this? As every throng is sure of a pickpocket, as sure as a whore is of the clients all Michaelmas Term, and of the pox after the Term. The time of their tilting? Three. The day? This. Away ply it, watch her. As the devil doth for the death of a bawd, I'll watch her, do you catch her. she's fast: here weave thou the nets; hark, They are made. (maintain't. I told them thou didst owe me money; hold it up: Stiffly; as a Puritan does contention, Fox I owe thee not the value of a halfpenny halter. Thou shalt be hanged in't ere thou scape so. Varlet I'll make thee look through a grate. I'll do't presently, through a Tavern grate, drawer: pish. Has the knave vexed you sir? Asked him my money, He swears my son received it: oh that boy Will near leave heaping sorrows on my heart, Till he has broke it quite. Is he still wild? As is a russian Bear. But he has left His old haunt with that baggage. Worse still and worse, He lays on me his shame, I on him my curse. My son Jack Dapper then shall run with him, All in one pasture. Proves your son bade too sir?
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Well if I swallow this wrong, let her thanke you: The mony being paid sir, I am gon: Farewell, oh women happy's hee trusts none. Dispatch him hence sweete husband. Yes deere wife: pray sir come in, ere Maister Thou shalt in wine drinke to him, With all my heart;—how dost thou like my wit? Rarely, that wile By which the Serpent did the first woman beguile, Did euer since, all womens bosomes fill; Y'are apple eaters all, deceiuers still. Out with your tale Sir Dauy, to Sir Adam. A Knaue is in mine eie deepe in my debt. Nay: if hee be a knaue sir, hold him fast. Speake softly, what egge is there hatching now. A Ducks egge sir, a ducke that has eaten a frog, I haue crackt the shell, and some villany or other will peep out presently; the ducke that sits is the bouncing Rampe (that Roaring Girle my Mistresse) the drake that must tread is your sonne Sebastian. Be quicke. As the tongue of an oister wench. And see thy newes be true. As a barbars euery satterday night—mad Mol. Ah. Must be let in without knocking at your backe gate. So. Your chamber will be made baudy. Good. Shee comes in a shirt of male. How shirt of male? Yes sir or a male shirt, that's to say in mans apparell. To my sonne. Close to your sonne: your sonne and her Moone will be in coniunction, if all Alminacks lie not, her blacke saueguard is turned into a deepe sloppe, the holes of her vpper body to button holes, her wastcoate to a dublet, her placket to the ancient seate of a codpice, and you shall take 'em both with standing collers. Art sure of this? As euery throng is sure of a pick-pocket, as sure as a whoore is of the clyents all Michaelmas Tearme, and of the pox after the Tearme. The time of their tilting? Three. The day? This. Away ply it, watch her. As the diuell doth for the death of a baud, I'le watch her, do you catch her. Shee's fast: heere weaue thou the nets; harke, They are made. (maintain't. I told them thou didst owe mee money; hold it vp: Stifly; as a Puritan does contention, Foxe I owe thee not the value of a halfepenny halter. Thou shalt be hang'd in't ere thou scape so. Varlet I'le make thee looke through a grate. I'le do'tpresently, through a Tauerne grate, drawer: pish. Has the knaue vext you sir? Askt him my mony, He sweares my sonne receiu'd it: oh that boy Will nere leaue heaping sorrowes on my heart, Till he has broke it quite. Is he still wild? As is a russian Beare. But he has left His old haunt with that baggage. Worse still and worse, He laies on me his shame, I on him my curse. My sonne Iacke Dapper then shall run with him, All in one pasture. Proues your sonne bad too sir?