The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 32 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Faith thou shalt have'em 'tis my father's gift, Never was man beguiled with better shift. He that can take me for a male musitian, I cannot choose but make him my instrument, And play upon him. Is then that bird of yours (Master Goshawk) so wild? A Goshawk, a Puttock; all for prey: he angles for fish, but he loves flesh better. Is't possible his smooth face should have wrinkles in't, and we not see them? Possible? why have not many handsome legs in silk stockings villainous splay feet for all their great roses? Troth sirrah thou sayst true. Didst never see an archer (as thou'st walked by Bun-hill) look asquint when he drew his bow? Yes, when his arrows have flin'e toward Islington, his eyes have shot clean contrary towards Pimlico. For all the world so does Master Goshawk double with me. Oh fie upon him, if he double once he's not for me. Because Goshawk goes in a shag-ruff band, with a face sticking up in't, which shows like an agate set in acrampe ring, he thinks I'm in love with him. 'Las I think he takes his mark amiss in thee. He has by often beating into me made me believe that my husband kept a whore. Very good. Swore to me that my husband this very morning went in a boat with a tilt over it, to the three pigeons at Brainford, and his punk with him under his tilt. That were wholesome. I believed it, fell a swearing at him, cursing of harlots, made me ready to hoist up sail, and be there as soon as he. So, so. And for that voyage Goshawk comes hither incontinently, but sirrah this water-spaniel dives after no duck but me, his hope is having me at Brainford to make me cry quack. Art sure of it? Sure of it? my poor innocent Openwork came in as I was poking my ruff, presently hit I him i'the teeth with the three pigeons: he forswore all, I up and opened all, and now stands he (in a shop hard by) like a musket on a rest, to hit Goshawk i'the eye, when he comes to fetch me to the boat. Such another lame Gelding offered to carry me through thick and thin, (Laxton sirrah) but I am rid of him now. Happy is the woman can be rid of 'em all; 'las what are your whisking gallants to our husbands, weigh 'em rightly man for man. Troth mere shallow things. Idle simple things, running heads, and yet let 'em run over us never so fast, we shopkeepers (when all's done) are sure to have 'em in our pursnets at length, and when they are in, Lord what simple animals they are. Then they hang head. Then they droop. Then they write letters. Then they cog. Then they deal under hand with us, and we must ingle with our husbands a-bed, and we must swear they are our cousins, and able to do us a pleasure at Court.
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Faith thou shalt haue'em 'tis my fathers guift, Neuer was man beguild with better shift. Hee that can take mee for a male musitian, I cannot choose but make him my instrument, And play vpon him. Is then that bird of yours (Maister Goshawke) so wild? A Goshawke, a Puttocke; all for prey: he angles for fish, but he loues flesh better. Is't possible his smoth face should haue wrinckles in't, and we not see them? Possible? why haue not many handsome legges in silke stockins villanous splay feete for all their great roses? Troth firra thou saist true. Didst neuer see an archer (as tho'ast walkt by Bunhill) looke a squint when he drew his bow? Yes, when his arrowes haue flin'e toward Islington, his eyes haue shot cleane contrary towards Pimlico. For all the world so does Maister Goshawke double with me. Oh fie vpon him, if he double once he's not for me. Because Goshawke goe▪ in a shag-ruffe band, with a face sticking vp in't, which showes like an agget set in acrampe ring, he thinkes I'me in loue with him. 'Las I thinke he takes his marke amisse in thee. He has by often beating into me made mee beleeue that my husband kept a whore. Very good. Swore to me that my husband this very morning went in a boate with a tilt ouer it, to the three pidgions at Brainford, and his puncke with him vnder his tilt. That were wholesome. I beleeu'd it, fell a swearing at him, curssing of harlots, made me ready to hoyse vp saile, and be there as soone as hee. So, so. And for that voyage Goshawke comes hither incontinently, but sirra this water-spaniell diues after no ducke but me, his hope is hauing mee at Braineford to make mee cry quack. Art sure of it? Sure of it? my poore innocent Openworke came in as I was poking my ruffe, presently hit I him i'the teeth with the three pidgions: he forswore all, I vp and opened all, and now stands he (in a shop hard by) like a musket on a rest, to hit Goshawke i'the eie, when he comes to fetch me to the boate. Such another lame Gelding offered to carry mee through thicke and thinne, (Laxton sirra) but I am ridd of him now. Happy is the woman can bee ridde of 'em all; 'las what are your whisking gallants to our husbands, weigh 'emrightly man for man. Troth meere shallow things. Idle simple things, running heads, and yet let 'emrun ouer vs neuer so fast, we shop-keepers (when all's done) are sure to haue 'em in our pursnets at length, and when they are in, Lord what simple animalls they are. Then they hang head. Then they droupe. Then they write letters. Then they cogge. Then they deale vnder hand with vs, and wee must ingle with our husbands a bed, and wee must sweare they are our cosens, and able to do vs a pleasure at Court.