The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 33 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 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
And yet when we have done our best, als but put into a riven dish, we are but frumped at and libeled upon. Oh if it were the good Lords will, there were a law made, no Citizen should trust any of'em all. Hush sirrah, Goshawk flutters. How now, are you ready? Nay are you ready? a little thing you see makes us ready. Us? why, must she make one i'the voyage? Oh by any means, do I know how my husband will handle me? 'Foot, how shall I find water, to keep these two mills going? Well since you'll needs be clapped under hatches, if I sail not with you both till all split, hang me up at the main yard, & duck me; it's but lickering them both soundly, & then you shall see their cork heels fly up high, like two swans when their tails are above water, and their long necks under water, diving to catch gudgeons: come, come, oars stand ready, the tide's with us, on with those false faces, blow winds and thou shalt take thy husband, casting out his net to catch fresh Salmon at Brainford. I believe you'll eat of a cods head of your own dressing, before you reach half way thither. So, so, follow close, pin as you go. Do you hear? Yes, I thank my ears. I must have a bout with your pothecaryship, At what weapon? I must speak with you. No. No? you shall. Shall? away soused Sturgeon, half fish, half flesh. i'faith gib, are you spitting, I'll cut your tail puss-cat for this, 'Las poor Laxton, I think thy tail's cut already: your worst; If I do not,— Come, ha'you done? 'sfoot Rosamond, your husband. welcome, How now? sweet mayst Goshawk, none more I have wanted your embracements: when friends meet, The music of the spheres sounds not more sweet, Then does their conference: who is this? Rosamond: Wife: how now sister? Silence if you love me. Why masked? Does a mask grieve you sir? It does. Then you're best get you a mumming. S'foot you'll spoil all. May not we cover our bare faces with masks As well as you cover your bald heads with hats? No masks, why, theyare thieves to beauty, that rob Of admiration in which true love lies, (eyes Why are masks worn? why good? or why desired? Unless by their gay covers wits are fired To read the vildest looks; many bad faces, (Because rich gems are treasured up in cases) Pass by their privilege currant, but as caves damn miser's Gold, so masks are beauty's graves, Men near meet women with such muffled eyes, But they curse her, that first did masks devise, And swear it was some beldame. Come off with't. I will not. Good faces masked are jewels kept by spirits. Hide none but bad ones, for they poison men's sights, Show then as shopkeepers do their broidered stuff, (By owl light) fine wares cannot be open enough, Prithee (sweet Rose) come strike this sail. Sail? (eyes:
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And yet when wee haue donc our best, al's but put into a riuen dish, wee are but frumpt at and libell'd vpon. Oh if it were the good Lords will, there were a law made, no Cittizen should trust any of'em all. Hush sirra, Goshawke flutters. How now, are you ready? Nay are you ready? a little thing you see makes vs ready. Vs? why, must shee make one i'the voiage? Oh by any meanes, do I know how my husband will handle mee? 'Foot, how shall I find water, to keepe these two mils going? Well since you'l needs bee clapt vnder hatches, if I sayle not with you both till all split, hang mee vp at the maine yard, & duck mee; it's but lickering them both soundly, & then you shall see their corke heeles flie vp high, like two swannes when their tayles are aboue water, and their long neckes vnder water, diuing to catch gudgions: come, come, oares stand ready, the tyde's with vs, on with those false faces, blow winds and thou shalt take thy husband, casting out his net to catch fresh Salmon at Brainford. I beleeue you'l eate of a coddes head of your owne dressing, before you reach halfe way thither. So, so, follow close, pin as you go. Do you heare? Yes, I thanke my eares. I must haue a bout with your Poticariship, At what weapon? I must speake with you. No. No? you shall. Shall? away soust Sturgion, halfe fish, halfe flesh. 'Faith gib, are you spitting, I'le cut your tayle puscat for this, 'Las poore Laxton, I thinke thy tayle's cut already: your worst; If I do not,— Come, ha'you done? Sfoote Rosamond, your husband. welcome, How now? sweete Maist. Goshawke, none more I haue wanted your embracements: when friends meete, The musique of the spheares sounds not more sweete, Then does their conferenc: who is this? Rosamond: Wife: how now sister? Silence if you loue mee. Why maskt? Does a maske grieue you sir? It does. Then y'are best get you a mumming. S'footeyou'l spoyle all. May not wee couer our bare faces with maskes As well as you couer your bald heads with hats? No maskes, why, th'are theeues to beauty, that rob Of admiration in which true loue lies, (eies Why are maskes worne? why good? or why desired? Vnlesse by their gay couers wits are fiered To read the vild'st lookes; many bad faces, (Because rich gemmes are treasured vp in cases) Passe by their priuiledge currant, but as caues Dambe misers Gold, so maskes are beauties graues, Men nere meete women with such muffled eies, But they curse her, that first did maskes deuise, And sweare it was somebeldame. Come off with't. I will not. Good faces maskt are Iewels kept by spirits. Hide none but bad ones, for they poyson mens sights, Show then as shop-keepers do their broidred stuffe, (By owle light) fine wares cannot be open enough, Prithee (sweete Rose) come strike this sayle. Saile? (eyes: