The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 46 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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Nor I more delight in doing grace to virtue, Then in this worthy Gentlewoman, your sons Bride, Noble Fitz-allard's daughter, to whose honour And modest fame, I am a servant vowed, So is this Knight. Your loves make my joys proud, Bring forth those deeds of land, my care laid ready, And which, old knight, thy nobleness may challenge, joined with thy daughter's virtues, whom I prize now, As dearly as that flesh, I call mine own. Forgive me worthy Gentlewoman, 'twas my blindness When I rejected thee, I saw thee not, Sorrow and wilful rashness grew like films Over the eyes of judgement, now so clear I see the brightness of thy worth appear. Duty and love may I deserve in those, And all my wishes have a perfect close, That tongue can never err, the sound's so sweet, Here honest son, receive into thy hands, The keys of wealth, possession of those lands, Which my first care provided, they're thine own, Heaven give thee a blessing with 'em, the best joys, That can in worldly shapes to man betide, Are fertile lands, and a fair fruitful Bride, Of which I hope thou'rt sped. I hope so too sir. Father and son, I ha'done you simple service here, For which thou shalt not part Moll unrequited. Thou art a mad girl, and yet I cannot now condemn thee. Condemn me? troth and you should sir, I'd make you seek out one to hang in my room, I'd give you the slip at Gallows, and cozen the people. Heard you this jest my Lord? What is it Jack? He was in fear his son would marry me, But never dreamed that I would near agree. Why? thou hadst a suitor once Jack, when wilt marry? Who I my Lord, I'll tell you when i'faith, When you shall hear, Gallants void from sergeant's fear, Honesty and truth unslandered, Woman manned, but never pandered, Cheats booted, but not coached, Vessels older ere they're broached. If my mind be then not varied, Next day following, I'll be married. This sounds like doomsday, Then were marriage best, For if I should repent, I were soon at rest. Introth thouart a good wench, I'm sorry now, The opinion was so hard, I conceived of thee. Some wrongs I've done thee. Is the wind there now? 'Tis time for me to kneel and confess first, For fear it come too late, and my brains feel it, Upon my paws, I ask you pardon mistress. Pardon? for what sir? what has your rogueship done now? I have been from time to time hired to confound you, by this old Gentleman. How? Pray forgive him, But may I counsel you, you should never do't. Many a snare to entrap your worship's life, Have I laid privily, chains, watches, jewels, And when he saw nothing could mount you up, four hollow-hearted Angels he then gave you, By which he meant to trap you, I to save you.
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Nor I more delight in doing grace to vertue, Then in this worthy Gentlewoman, your sonnes Bride, Noble Fitz-Alards daughter, to whose honour And modest fame, I am a seruant vow'd, So is this Knight. Your loues make my ioyes proud, Bring foorth those deeds of land, my care layd ready, And which, old knight, thy noblenesse may challenge, Ioyn'd with thy daughters vertues, whom I prise now, As deerely as that flesh, I call myne owne. Forgiue me worthy Gentlewoman, 'twas my blindnesse When I reiected thee, I saw thee not, Sorrow and wilfull rashnesse grew like filmes Ouer the eyes of iudgement, now so cleere I see the brightnesse of thy worth appeare. Duty and loue may I deserue in those, And all my wishes haue a perfect close, That tongue can neuer erre, the sound's so sweete, Here honest sonne, receiue into thy hands, The keyes of wealth, possession of those lands, Which my first care prouided, thei'r thine owne, Heauen giue thee a blessing with 'em, the best ioyes, That can in worldly shapes to man betide, Are fertill lands, and a faire fruitfull Bride, Of which I hope thou'rt sped. I hope so too sir. Father and sonne, I ha'done you simple seruice here, For which thou shalt not part Moll vnrequited. Thou art a madd girle, and yet I cannot now condemne thee. Condemne mee? troth and you should sir, I'de make you seeke out one to hang in my roome, I'de giue you the slip at Gallowes, and cozen the people. Heard you this iest my Lord? What is it Iacke? He was in feare his sonne would marry mee, But neuer dreamt that I would nere agree. Why? thou had'st a suiter once Iacke, when wilt marry? Who I my Lord, I'le tell you when ifaith, When you shall heare, Gallants voyd from Serieants feare, Honesty and truth vnslandred, Woman man'd, but neuer pandred, Cheates booted, but not coacht, Vessels older e're they'r broacht. If my minde be then not varied, Next day following, I'le be married. This sounds like domes-day, Then were marriage best, For if I should repent, I were soone at rest. Introth tho'art a good wench, I'me sorry now, The opinion was so hard, I conceiu'd of thee. Some wrongs I'ue done thee. Is the winde there now? 'Tis time for mee to kneele and confesse first, For feare it come too late, and my braines feele it, Vpon my pawes, I aske you pardon mistresse. Pardon? for what sir? what ha's your rogueship done now? I haue bene from time to time hir'd to confound you, by this old Gentleman. How? Pray forgiue him, But may I connsell you, you should neuer doo't. Many a snare to entrapp your Worships life, Haue I laid priuily, chaines, watches, Iewels, And when hee saw nothing could mount you vp, Foure hollow-hearted Angels he then gaue you, By which he meant to trap you, I to saue you.