The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 28 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Stand Mistress do you not smell carrion? carrion? no, yet I spy ravens. Some poor windshaken gallant will anon fall into sore labour, and these men-midwives must bring him to bed i'the counter, there all those that are great with child with debts, lie in. Stand up. Like your new maypole. Whist, whew. Hump, no. Peeping? it shall go hard huntsmen, but I'll spoil your game, they look for all the world like two infected maltmen coming muffled up in their cloaks in a frosty morning to London. A course, Captain; a bear comes to the stake. It should be so, for the dogs struggle to be let loose. Whew. Hemp. Hark Trapdore, follow your leader. Gul. Master. Didst ever see such an ass as I am boy? No by my troth sir, to lose all your money, yet have false dice of your own, why 'tis as I saw a great fellow used tother day, he had a fair sword and buckler, and yet a butcher dry beat him with a cudgel. Honest Sergeant fly, fly Master Dapper you'll be arrested else. Run Gul and draw. Run Master, Gull follows you. I know you well enough, you're but a whore to hang upon any man. Whores then are like sergeants, so now hang you, draw rogue, but strike not: for a broken pate they'll keep their beds, and recover twenty marks damages. You shall pay for this rescue, run down shoelane and meet him. Shu, is this a rescue Gentlemen or no? Rescue? a pox on 'em, Trapdore let's away, I'm glad I have done perfect one good work today, If any Gentleman be in Scriveners bands, Send but for Moll, she'll bail him by these hands. unhappy in the follies of a son, Led against judgement, sense, obedience, And all the powers of nobleness and wit; Oh wretched father, now Trapdore will she come? In man's apparel sir, I am in her heart now, And share in all her secrets. Peace, peace, peace. Here take my German watch, hang't up in sight, That I may see her hang in English for't. I warrant you for that now, next Sessions rids her sir, This watch will bring her in better than a hundred constables. Good Trapdore sayst thou so, thou cheerest my heart After a storm of sorrow,— my gold chain too, Here take a hundred marks in yellow links. That will do well to bring the watch to light sir. And worth a thousand of your headboroughs lanterns. Place that a'the Court cubbart, let it lie Full in the view of her thief-whorish eye. She cannot miss it sir, I see't so plain, that I could steal't myself. Perhaps thou shalt too, That or something as weighty; what she leaves, Thou shalt come closely in, and filch away, And all the weight upon her back I'll lay. You cannot assure that sir. No, what lets it? Being a stout girl, perhaps she'll desire pressing, Than all the weight must lie upon her belly. Belly or back I care not so I've one.
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Stand Mistresse do you not smell carrion? Carryon? no, yet I spy rauens. Some poore winde-shaken gallant will anon fall into sore labour, and these men-midwiues must bring him to bed i'the counter, there all those that are great with child with debts, lie in. Stand vp. Like your new maypoll. Whist, whew. Hump, no. Peeping? it shall go hard huntsmen, but I'le spoyle your game, they looke for all the world like two infected maltmen comming muffled vp in their cloakes in a frosty morning to London. A course, Captaine; a beare comes to the stake. It should bee so, for the dogges struggle to bee let loose. Whew. Hemp. Harke Trapdore, follow your leader. Gul. Maister. Did'st euer see such an asse as I am boy? No by my troth sir, to loose all your mony, yet haue false dice of your owne, why 'tis as I saw a great fellow vsed t'other day, he had a faire sword and buckler, and yet a butcher dry beate him with a cudgell. Honest Serieant fly, flie Maister Dapper you'l be arrested else. Run Gul and draw. Run Maister, Gull followes you. I know you well enough, you'r but a whore to hang vpon any man. Whores then are like Seriants, so now hang you, draw rogue, but strike not: for a broken pate they'l keepe their bds, and recouer twenty markes damages. You shall pay for this rescue, runne downe shoelane and meete him. Shu, is this a rescue Gentlemen or no? Rescue? a pox on 'em, Trapdore let's away, I'me glad I haue done perfect one good worke to day, If any Gentleman be in Scriueners bands, Send but for Mol, she'll baile him by these hands. Vnahppy in the follies of a sonne, Led against iudgement, sence, obedience, And all the powers of noblenesse and wit; Oh wretched father, now Trapdore will she come? In mans apparell sir, I am in her heart now, And share in all her secrets. Peace, peace, peace. Here take my Germane watch, hang't vp in sight, That I may see her hang in English for't. I warrant you for that now, next Sessions rids her sir, This watch will bring her in better then a hundred constables. Good Trapdore saist thou so, thou cheer'st my heart After a storme of sorrow,—my gold chaine too, Here take a hundred markes in yellow linkes. That will do well to bring the watch to light sir. And worth a thousand of your Headborowes lanthornes. Place that a'the Court cubbart, let it lie Full in the veiw of her theefe-whoorish eie. Shee cannot misse it sir, I see't so plaine, that I could steal't my selfe. Perhaps thou shalt too, That or something as weighty; what shee leaues, Thou shalt come closely in, and filch away, And all the weight vpon her backe I'le lay. You cannot assure that sir. No, what lets it? Being a stout girle, perhaps shee'l desire pressing, Then all the weight must ly vpon her belly. Belly or backe I care not so I'ue one.