The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 29 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
You're of my mind for that sir. Hang up my ruff band with the diamond at it, It may be she'll like that best. It's well for her, that she must have her choice, he thinks nothing too good for her, if you hold on this mind a little longer, it shall be the first work I do to turn thief myself; would do a man good to be hanged when he is so well provided for. So, well said; all hangs well, would she hung so too, The sight would please me more, than all their glisterings: Oh that my mysteries to such straits should run, That I must rob myself to bless my son. Thou hast done me a kind office, without touch Either of sin or shame, our loves are honest. I'd scorn to make such shift to bring you together else. Now have I time and opportunity Without all fear to bid thee welcome love. Never with more desire and harder venture. How strange this shows one man to kiss another. I'd kiss such men to choose Moll, methinks a woman's lip tastes well in a doublet: Many an old madam has the better fortune then, Whose breathes grew stale before the fashion came, If that will help 'em, as you think 'twill do, They'll learn in time to pluck on the hose too. The older they wax Moll, troth I speak seriously, As some have a conceit their drink tastes better In an outlandish cup then in our own, So methinks every kiss she gives me now In this strange form, is worth a pair of two, Here we are safe, and furthest from the eye Of all suspicion, this is my father's chamber, Upon which floor he never steps till night. Here he mistrusts me not, nor I his coming, At mine own chamber he still pries unto me, My freedom is not there at mine own finding, Still checked and curbed, here he shall miss his purpose. And what's your business now, you have your mind sir; At your great suit I promised you to come, I pitied her for name's sake, that a Moll Should be so crossed in love, when there's so many, That owes nine lays a piece, and not so little: My tailor fitted her, how like you his work? So well, no Art can mend it, for this purpose, But to thy wit and help we're chief in debt, And must live still beholding. Any honest pity I'm willing to bestow upon poor Ringdoves. I'll offer no worse play. Nay and you should sir, I should draw first and prove the quicker man, Hold, there shall need no weapon at this meeting, But cause thou shalt not lose thy fury idle, Here take this vial, run upon the guts, And end thy quarrel singing. Like a swan above bridge, For look you here's the bridge, and here am I. Hold on sweet Moll. I've heard her much commended sir, for one that was near taught.
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You'r of my minde for that sir. Hang vp my ruffe band with the diamond at it, It may be shee'l like that best. It's well for her, that shee must haue her choice, hee thinkes nothing too good for her, if you hold on this minde a little longer, it shall bee the first worke I doe to turne theefe my selfe; would do a man good to be hang'd when he is so wel prouided for. So, well sayd; all haugs well, would shee hung so too, The sight would please me more, then all their gilsterings: Oh that my mysteries to such streights should runne, That I must rob my selfe to blesse my sonne. Thou hast done me a kind office, without touch Either of sinne or shame, our loues are honest. I'de scorne to make such shift to bring you together else▪ Now haue I time and opportunity Without all feare to bid thee welcome loue. Neuer with more desire and harder venture. How strange this shewes one man to kisse another. I'de kisse such men to chuse Moll, Me thinkes a womans lip tasts well in a dublet: Many an old madam has the better fortune then, Whose breathes grew stale before the fashion came, If that will help 'em, as you thinke 'twill do, They'l learne in time to plucke on the hose too. The older they waxe Moll, troth I speake seriously, As some haue a conceit their drinke tasts better In an outlandish cup then in our owne, So me thinkes euery kisse she giues me now In this strange forme, is worth a paire of two, Here we are safe, and furthest from the eie Of all suspicion, this is my fathets chamber, Vpon which floore he neuer steps till night. Here he mistrusts me not, nor I his comming, At mine owne chamber he still pries vnto me, My freedome is not there at mine owne finding, Still checkt and curb'd, here he shall misse his purpose. And what's your businesse now, you haue your mind sir; At your great suite I promisd you to come, I pittied her for names sake, that a Moll Should be so crost in loue, when there's so many, That owes nine layes a peece, and not so little: My taylor fitted her, how like you his worke? So well, no Art can mend it, for this purpose, But to thy wit and helpe we're chiefe in debt, And must liue still beholding. Any honest pitty I'me willing to bestow vpon poore Ring-doues. I'le offer no worse play. Nay and you should sir, I should draw first and prooue the quicker man, Hold, there shall neede no weapon at this meeting, But cause thou shalt not loose thy fury idle, Heere take this viall, runne vpon the guts, And end thy quarrell singing. Like a swan aboue bridge, For looke you heer's the bridge, and heere am I. Hold on sweete Mol. I'ue heard her much commended sir, for one that was nere taught.