The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 36 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 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Trust me I thought sir this storm long ago had been full laid, when (if you be remembered) I paid you the last fifteen pound, besides the thirty you had first,— for then you swore. Tush, tush sir, oaths, Truth yet I'm loath to vex you,— tell you what; Make up the money I had an hundred pound, And take your belly full of her. An hundred pound? What a 100 pound? he gets none: what a 100 pound? Sweet Pru be calm, the Gentleman offers thus, If I will make the moneys that are past A 100 pound, he will discharge all courts, And give his bond never to vex us more. A 100 pound? 'Las; take sir but threescore, Do you seek my undoing? I'll not bate one sixpence,— I'll maul you puss for spitting. Do thy worst, Will fourscore stop thy mouth? No. You're a slave, Thou Cheat, I'll now tear money from thy throat, Husband lay hold on yonder tawnycoat. Nay Gentlemen, seeing your women are so hot, I must lose my hair in their company I see. His hair sheds off, and yet he speaks not so much in the nose as he did before. He has had the better Chirurgeon, Master Greenwit, is your wit so raw as to play no better a part then a sumner's? I pray who plays a knack to know an honest man in this company? Dear husband, pardon me, I did dissemble, Told thee I was his precontracted wife, When letters came from him for thirty pound, I had no shift but that. A very clean shift: but able to make me lousy, On. Husband, I plucked (when he had tempted me to think well of him) Get feathers from thy wings, to make him fly more lofty. A'the top of you wife: on. He having wasted them, comes now for more, Using me as a ruffian doth his whore, Whose sin keeps him in breath: by heaven I vow, Thy bed he never wronged, more than he does now. My bed? ha, ha, like enough, a shopboard will serve to have a Cuckold's coat cut out upon: of that we'll talk hereafter: you're a villain. Hear me but speak sir, you shall find me none. Pray sir, be patient and hear him. I am muzzled for biting sir, use me how you will. The first hour that your wife was in my eye, myself with other Gentlemen sitting by, (In your shop) tasting smoke, and speech being used, That men who have fairest wives are most abused, And hardly scaped the horn, your wife maintained That only such spots in City dames were stained, justly, but by men's slanders: for her own part, She vowed that you had so much of her heart; No man by all his wit, by any wile, Never so fine spun, should yourself be guile, Of what in her was yours. Yet Pru 'tis well: play out your game at Irish sir: Who wins? The trial is when she comes to bearing:
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Trust me I thought sir this storme long ago had bene full laid, when (if you be remembred) I paid you the last fifteene pound, besides the thirty you had first,—for then you swore. Tush, tush sir, oathes, Truth yet I'me loth to vexe vou,—tell you what; Make vp the mony I had an hundred pound, And take your belly full of her. An hundred pound? What a 100 pound? he gets none: what a 100 pound? Sweet Pru be calme, the Gentleman offers thus, If I will make the monyes that are past A 100 pound, he will discharge all courts, And giue his bond neuer to vexe vs more. A 100 pound? 'Las; take sir but threescore, Do you seeke my vndoing? I'le not bate one sixpence,—I'le mall you pusse for spitting. Do thy worst, Will fourescore stop thy mouth? No. Y'are a slaue, Thou Cheate, I'le now teare mony from thy throat, Husband lay hold on yonder tauny-coate. Nay Gentlemen, seeing your woemen are so hote, I must loose my haire in their company I see. His haire sheds off, and yet he speaks not so much in the nose as he did before. He has had the better Chirurgion, Maister Greenewit, is your wit so raw as to play no better a part then a Somners? I pray who playes a knacke to know an honest man in this company? Deere husband, pardon me, I did dissemble, Told thee I was his precontracted wife, When letters came from him for thirty pound, I had no shift but that. A very cleane shift: but able to make mee lowsy, On. Husband, I pluck'd (when he had tempted mee to thinke well of him) Get fethers from thy wings, to make him flie more lofty. A'the top of you wife: on. He hauing wasted them, comes now for more, Vsing me as a ruffian doth his whore, Whose sinne keepes him in breath: by heauen I vow, Thy bed he neuer wrong'd, more then he does now. My bed? ha, ha, like enough, a shop-boord will serue to haue a cuckolds coate cut out vpon: of that wee'l talke hereafter: y'are a villaine▪ Heare mee but speake sir, you shall finde mee none. Pray sir, be patient and heare him. I am muzzled for biting sir, vse me how you will. The first howre that your wife was in my eye, My selfe with other Gentlemen sitting by, (In your shop) tasting smoake, and speech beng vsed, That men who haue fairest wiues are most abused, And hardly scapt the horne, your wife maintain'd That onely such spots in Citty dames were stain'd, Iustly, but by mens slanders: for her owne part, Shee vow'd that you had so much of her heart; No man by all his wit, by any wile, Neuer so fine spunne, should your selfe be guile, Of what in her was yours. Yet Pru 'tis well: play out your game at Irish sir: Who winnes? The triall is when shee comes to bearing: