The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 31 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 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
My father, 'twas like a sight of his, I must be wary, No wilt not be, am I alone so wretched That nothing takes? I'll put him to his plunge for't. Life, here he comes,— sir I beseech you take it, Your way of teaching does so much content me, I'll make it four pound, here's forty shillings sir. I think I name it right: help me good Moll, Forty in hand. Sir you shall pardon me, I have more of the meanest scholar I can teach, This pays me more, than you have offered yet. At the next quarter When I receive the means my father' allows me. You shall have other forty, This were well now, Were't to a man, whose sorrows had blind eyes, But mine behold his follies and untruths, With two clear glasses— how now? Sir. What's he there? You're come in good time sir, I've a suit to you, I'd crave your present kindness. What is he there? A Gentleman, a musitian sir, one of excellent fingering. ay, I think so, I wonder how they scaped her. Has the most delicate stroke sir, A stroke indeed, I feel it at my heart, Puts down all your famous musicians. ay, a whore may put down a hundred of 'em. Forty shillings is the agreement sir between us, Now sir, my present means, mounts but to half on't. And he stands upon the whole. I indeed does he sir. And will do still, he'll near be in other tail, Therefore I'd stop his mouth sir, and I could, Hum., there is no other way indeed, His folly hardens, shame must needs succeed. Now sir I understand you profess music. I am a poor servant to that liberal science sir. Where is it you teach? Right against Clifford's Inn. Hum that's a fit place for it: you have many scholars. And some of worth, whom I may call my masters. I true, a company of whoremasters; you teach to sing too? Marry do I sir. I think you'll find an apt scholar of my son, especially for pricksong. I have much hope of him. I am sorry for't, I have the less for that: you can play any lesson. At first sight sir. There's a thing called the witch, can you play that? I would be sorry any one should mend me in't. ay, I believe thee, thou hast so bewitched my son, No care will mend the work that thou hast done, I have bethought myself since my art fails, I'll make her policy the Art to trap her. Here are four Angels marked with holes in them Fit for his cracked companions, gold he will give her, These will I make induction to her ruin, And rid shame from my house, grief from my heart Here son, in what you take content and pleasure, Want shall not curb you, pay the Gentleman His latter half in gold. I thank you sir. Oh may the operation an't, end three, In her, life: shame, in him; and grief, in me.
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My father, 'twas like a sight of his, I must be wary, No wilt not be, am I alone so wretched That nothing takes? I'le put him to his plundge for't. Life, heere he comes,—sir I beseech you take it, Your way of teaching does so much content me, I'le make it foure pound, here's forty shillings sir. I thinke I name it right: helpe me good Mol, Forty in hand. Sir you shall pardon me, I haue more of the meanest scholler I can teach, This paies me more, then you haue offred yet. At the next quarter When I receiue the meanes my father 'lowes me. You shall haue tother forty, This were well now, Wer't to a man, whose sorrowes had blind eies, But mine behold his follies and vntruthes, With two cleere glasses—how now? Sir. What's he there? You'r come in good time sir, I'ue a suite to you, I'de craue your present kindnesse. What is he there? A Gentleman, a musitian sir, one of excellent fingring▪ I, I thinke so, I wonder how they scapt her. Has the most delicate stroake sir, A stroake indeed, I feele it at my heart, Puts downe all your famous musitians. I, a whoore may put downe a hundred of 'em. Forty shillings is the agrement sir betweene vs, Now sir, my present meanes, mounts but to halfe on't. And he stands vpon the whole. I indeed does he sir. And will doe still, hee'l nere be in other taile, Therefore I'de stop his mouth sir, and I could, Hum true, there is no other way indeed, His folly hardens, shame must needs succeed. Now sir I vnderstand you professe musique. I am a poore seruant to that liberall science sir. Where is it you teach? Right against Cliffords Inne. Hum that's a fit place for it: you haue many schollers. And some of worth, whom I may call my maisters. I true, a company of whooremaisters; you teach to sing too? Marry do I sir. I thinke you'l finde an apt scholler of my sonne, especially for pricke-song. I haue much hope of him. I am sory for't, I haue the lesse for that: you can play any lesson. At first sight sir. There's a thing called the witch, can you play that? I would be sory any one should mend me in't. I, I beleeue thee, thou hast so bewitcht my sonne, No care will mend the worke that thou hast done, I haue bethought my selfe since my art failes, I'le make her pollicy the Art to trap her. Here are foure Angels markt with holes in them Fit for his crackt companions, gold he will giue her, These will I make induction to her ruine, And rid shame from my house, griefe from my heart Here sonne, in what you take content and pleasure, Want shall not curbe you, pay the Gentleman His latter halfe in gold. I thanke you sir. Oh may the operation an't, end three, In her, life: shame, in him; and griefe, in mee.