The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 43 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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
The Sluice? come Gentlemen, 'Tis Lambeth works against us. And that Lambeth, joins more mad matches, than your six wet towns, twixt that and Windsor-bridge, where fares lie soaking. Delay no time sweet Gentlemen: to Black Friars, we'll take a pair of Oars and make after 'em. Your son, and that bold masculine ramp My mistress, are landed now at Tower. Hoyda, at Tower? I heard it now reported. Which way Gentlemen shall I bestow my care? I'm drawn in pieces betwixt deceit and shame. Sir Alexander. You're well met, and most rightly served, My daughter was a scorn to you. Say not so fir. A very abject, she poor Gentlewoman, Your house had been dishonoured. Give you joy sir, Of your son's Gascoin-bride, you'll be a Grandfather shortly To a fine crew of roaring sons and daughters, 'Twill help to stock the suburbs passing well sir. O play not with the miseries of my heart, Wounds should be dressed and healed, not vexed, or left Wide open, to the anguish of the patient, And scornful air let in: rather let pity And advise charitably help to refresh 'em. Who'd place his charity so unworthily. Like one that gives alms to a cursing beggar, Had I but found one spark of goodness in you Toward my deserving child, which then grew fond Of your sons virtues, I had cased you now. But I perceive both fire of youth and goodness, Are raked up in the ashes of your age, Else no such shame should have come near your house, Nor such ignoble sorrow touch your heart, If not for worth, for pities sake assist me. You urge a thing past sense, how can he help you? All his assistance is as frail as ours, Full as uncertain, where's the place that holds 'em? One brings us water-news; then comes another With a full charged mouth, like a culverin's voice, And he reports the Tower; whose sounds are truest? In vain you flatter him sir Alexander. I flatter him, Gentlemen you wrong me grossly. He does it well i'faith. Both news are false, Of Tower or water: they took no such way yet. (plunges? Oh strange: hear you this Gentlemen, yet more theyare nearer than you think for yet more close, then if they were further off. How am I lost in these distractions? For your speeches Gentlemen, In taxing me for rashness; 'fore you all, I will engage my state to half his wealth, Nay to his sons revenues, which are less, And yet nothing at all, till they come from him; That I could (if my will stuck to my power), Prevent this marriage yet, nay banish her For ever from his thoughts, much more his arms. Slack not this goodness, though you heap upon me Mountains of malice and revenge hereafter: I'd willingly resign up halfe my state to him, So he would marry the meanest drudge I hire. He talks impossibilities, and you believe 'em.
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The Sluce? come Gentlemen, 'Tis Lambith workes against vs. And that Lambith, ioynes more mad matches, then your sixe wet townes, twixt that and Windsor-bridge, where fares lye soaking. Delay no time sweete Gentlemen: to Blacke Fryars, Wee'l take a paire of Oares and make after 'em. Your sonne, and that bold masculine rampe My mistresse, are landed now at Tower. Hoyda, at Tower? I heard it now reported. Which way Gentlemen shall I bestow my care? I'me drawne in peeces betwixt deceipt and shame. Sir Alexander. You'r well met, and most rightly serued, My daughter was a scorne to you. Say not so fir. A very abiect, shee poore Gentlewoman, Your house had bene dishonoured. Giue you ioy sir, Of your sons Gaskoyne-Bride, you'l be a Grandfather shortly To a fine crew of roaring sonnes and daughters, 'Twill helpe to stocke the suburbes passing well sir. O play not with the miseries of my heart, Wounds should be drest and heal'd, not vext, or left Wide open, to the anguish of the patient, And scornefull aire let in: rather let pitty And aduise charitably helpe to refresh 'em. Who'd place his charity so vnworthily. Like one that giues almes to a cursing beggar, Had I but found one sparke of goodnesse in you Toward my deseruing child, which then grew fond Of your sonnes vertues, I had cased you now. But I perceiue both fire of youth and goodnesse, Are rak'd vp in the ashes of your age, Else no such shame should haue come neere your house, Nor such ignoble sorrowe touch your heart, If not for worth, for pitties sake assist mee. You vrge a thing past sense, how can he helpe you? All his assistance is as fraile as ours, Full as vncertaine, where's the place that holds 'em? One brings vs waer-newes; then comes an other With a full charg'd mouth, like a culuerins voyce, And he reports the Tower; whose sounds are truest? In vaine you flatter him sir Alexander. I flatter him, Gentlemen you wrong mee grosly. Hee doe's it well i'faith. Both newes are false, Of Tower or water: they tooke no such way yet. (plundges? Oh strange: heare you this Gentlemen, yet more Th'are neerer then you thinke for yet more close, then if they were further off. How am I lost in these distractions? For your speeches Gentlemen, In taxing me for rashnesse; fore you all, I will engage my state to halfe his wealth, Nay to his sonnes reuenewes, which are lesse, And yet nothing at all, till they come from him; That I could (if my will stucke to my power), Preuent this mariage yet, nay banish her For euer from his thoughts, much more his armes. Slacke not this goodnesse, though you heap vpon me Mountaines of malice and reuenge hereafter: I'de willingly resigne vp halfe my state to him, So he would marry the meanest drudge I hire. Hee talkes impossibilites, and you beleeue 'em.