The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 45 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Your son with his fair Bride is near at hand, Fair may their fortunes be. Now you're resolved sir, it was never she, I find it in the music of my heart, See where they come. A proper lusty presence sir. Now has he pleased me right, I always counselled him To choose a goodly personable creature, Just of her pitch was my first wife his mother. Before I dare discover my offence, I kneel for pardon. My heart gave it thee, before thy tongue could ask it, Rise, thou hast raised my joy to greater height. Then to that seat where grief dejected it, Both welcome to my love, and care for ever, Hide not my happiness too long, als pardoned, Here are our friends, salute her, Gentlemen. Heart, who this Moll? O my reviving shame, is't I must live, To be struck blind, be it the work of sorrow, Before age take't in hand. Darkness and death. Have you deceived me thus? did I engage My whole estate for this. You asked no favour, And you shall find as little, since my comforts, Play false with me, I'll be as cruel to thee As grief to father's hearts. Why what's the matter with you? Less too much joy, should make your age forgetful, Are you too well, too happy? With a vengeance. methinks you should be proud of such a daughter, As good a man, as your son. O monstrous impudence. You had no note before, an unmarked Knight, Now all the town will take regard on you, And all your enemies fear you for my sake, You may pass where you list, through crowds most thick, And come of bravely with your purse unpicked, You do not know the benefits I bring with me, No cheat dares work upon you, with thumb or knife, While you'ave a roaring girl to your sons wife. A devil rampant. Have you so much charity? Yet to release me of my last rash bargain, And I'll give in your pledge. No sir, I stand to't, I'll work upon advantage, As all mischiefs do upon me. Content, bear witness all then His are the lands, and so contention ends. Here comes your sons Bride, twixt two noble friends. Now are you gulled as you would be, thank me for't, I'd a fore-finger in't. Forgive me father, Though there before your eyes my sorrow feigned, This still was she, for whom true love complained. Blessings eternal, and the joys of Angels, Begin your peace here, to be signed in heaven, How short my sleep of sorrow seems now to me, To this eternity of boundless comforts, That finds no want but utterance, and expression. My Lord your office here appears so honourably: So full of ancient goodness, grace, and worthiness, I never took more joy in sight of man, Then in your comfortable presence now.
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Your sonne with his faire Bride is neere at hand, Faire may their fortunes be. Now you'r resolu'd sir, it was neuer she, I finde it in the musicke of my heart, See where they come. A proper lusty presence sir. Now has he pleas'd me right, I alwaies counseld him To choose a goodly personable creature, Iust of her pitch was my first wife his mother. Before I dare discouer my offence, I kneele for pardon. My heart gaue it thee, before thy tongue could aske it, Rise, thou hast rais'd my ioy to greater height. Then to that seat where griefe deiected it, Both welcome to my loue, and care for euer, Hide not my happinesse too long, al's pardoned, Here are our friends, salute her, Gentlemen. Heart, who this Mol? O my reuiuing shame, is't I must liue, To be strucke blind, be it the worke of sorrow, Before age take't in hand. Darkenesse and death. Haue you deceau'd mee thus? did I engage My whole estate for this. You askt no fauour, And you shall finde as little, since my comforts, Play false with me, I'le be as cruell to thee As griefe to fathers hearts. Why what's the matter with you? Lesse too much ioy, should make your age forgetfull, Are you too well, too happy? With a vengeance. Me thinkes you should be proud of such a daughter, As good a man, as your sonne. O monstrous impudence. You had no note before, an vnmarkt Kinght, Now all the towne will take regard on you, And all your enemies feare you for my sake, You may passe where you list, through crowdes most thicke, And come of brauely with your pursse vnpickt, You do not know the benefits I bring with mee, No cheate dares worke vpon you, with thumbe or knife, While y'aue a roaring girle to your sonnes wife. A diuell rampant. Haue you so much charity? Yet to release mee of my last rash bargaine, And I'le giue in your pledge. No sir, I stand to't, I'le worke vpon aduantage, As all mischiefes do vpon mee. Content, beare witnesse all then His are the lands, and so contention ends. Here comes your sonnes Bride, twixt two noble friends. Now are you gull'd as you would be, thanke me for't, I'de a fore-singer in't. Forgiue mee father, Though there before your eyes my sorrow fain'd, This still was shee, for whom true loue complain'd. Blessings eternall, and the ioyes of Angels, Beginne your peace heere, to be sign'd in heauen, How short my sleepe of sorrow seemes now to me, To this eternity of boundlesse comforts, That finds no want but vtterance, and expression. My Lord your office heere appeares so honourably: So full of ancient goodnesse, grace, and worthinesse, I neuer tooke more ioy in sight of man, Then in your comfortable presence now.