Jonson, Ben · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
O' the Sennora. O, Don, That is the Lioness, which you shall see Also● my Don. 'Slid, Subtle, how shall we do? For what? Why, Dol's employed, you know. That's true. 'Fore heaven I know not: He must stay, that's all. Stay? That he must not, by no means. No, Why? Unless you'll mar all. 'Slight, Hee'li suspect it. And then he will not pay, not half so well. This is a travelled Punque-Master, and does know All the delays: a notable hot Rascal, And looks, already, Rampant. 'Sdeath, and Mammon Must not be troubled. Mammon, in no case! What shall we do then? Think: you must be sudden. Entiendo, que la Sennora es tan her mosa, qu 〈◊〉 tan à ver la, como la bien 〈◊〉 de mi vida, Mi vida? 'Slid, Subtle, he puts me in mind o'the Widow. What dost thou say to draw her 〈◊〉 Ha? And tell her, it is her Fortune. All our venture Now lies upon't. It is but one man more. Which on's chance to have her. And beside, There is no Maiden head, to be feared, or lost. What dost thou think on't, 〈◊〉? Who I? Why— The Credit of our house 〈◊〉 is engaged. You made me an offer for my share ere while. What wilt thou g ? O, by that light, I'll not buy now. You know your doom to me. Even take your lot, obey your chance, Sir; win her, And wear her, out for me. 'Slight. I'll not work her then. It is the common cause, therefore bethink you. Dol else must know it, as you said. I care not. per que se tàrdatànta? Faith, I am not fit, I am old. That's now no reason, Sir. Puede, ser, de hazer burla de miamor. You hear the Don, too? By this air, I call, And lose the hinges. ●ol. A plague of Hell— Will you then do? Ye are a terrible Rogue, I'll think of this: will you, Sir, call the Widow? Yes And 'llle take her too, with all her faults, Now, I do think on't better. With all my heart, Sir. Am I discharged o'the lot. As you please. Hands. Remember, now, that, upon any change, You never claim her. Much good joy, and health to you Sir. Marry a Whore? Fate, let me wed a Witch, first. Por estas 〈◊〉 barbas. He swears by his beard. Dispatch, and call the Brother too. Tiengo dùd●, Sennores, Que no me hágan algunatraycion. How, Issue on? Yes, praesto Sennor. Please you Entratha the 〈◊〉, worthy Don; Where if it please the Fates, in your B●thada, You shall be soaked, and stroked, and tubed, and rubbed, And scrubbed, and fubbed, dear Don, before you go. You shall in faith, my sciruie Baboon Don; Be curried, clawed, and flawed, and tawed, indeed. I will the heartilier go about it now, And make the Widow a Punk, so much the sooner, To be revenged on this impetuous Face: The quickly doing of it is the grace.
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O' the Sennora. O, Don, That is the Lionesse, which you shall see Also my Don. 'Slid, Subtle, how shall we doe? For what? Why, Dol's employ'd, you know. That's true. 'Fore heau'n I know not: He must stay, that's all. Stay? That he must not, by no meanes. No, Why? Vnlesse you'll marre all. 'Slight, Hee'li suspect it. And then he will not pay, not halfe so well. This is a trauell'd Punque-Master, and do's know All the delayes: a notable hot Raskall, And lookes, already, Rampant. S'death, and Mammon Must not be troubled. Mammn, in no case! What shall we do then? Thinke: you must be sodaine. Entiendo, que la Sennora es tan her mosa, q tan à ver la, como la bien de mi vida, Mi vida? 'Slid, Suble, he puts me in mind o'the Widdow. What dost thou say to draw her Ha? And tell her, it is her Fortune. All our venter Now lies vpon't. It is but one man more. Which on's chance to haue her. And beside, There is no Maiden head, to be fear'd, or lost. What dost thou thinke on't, ? Who I? Why— The Credit of our house is engag'd. You made me an offer for my share e're while. What wilt thou g ? O, by that light, Ile not buy now. You know your doome to me. E'en take your lot, obey your chance, Sir; winne her, And weare her, out for me. 'Slight. I'll not work her then. It is the common cause, therefore bethinke you. Dol else must know it, as you said. I care not. , pr que se tàrdatànta? Faith, I am not fit, I am old. That's now no reason, Sir. Puede, ser, de hazr burla de miamor. You heare the Don, too? By this ayre, I call, And loose the hinges. ol. A plague of Hell— Will you then doe? Yo' are a terrible Rogue, Ile thinke of this: will you, Sir, call the Widdow? Yes And le take her oo, with all her faults, Now, I doe thinke on't better. With all my heart, Sir. Am I discharg'd o'the lot. As you please. Hands. Remember, now, that, vpon any change, You neuer claime her. Much good ioy, and health to'you Sir. Marry a Whore? Fate, let me wed a Witch, first. Por estas barbas. He sweares by his beard. Dispatch, and call the Brother too. Tiengo dùd, Sennores, Que no me hágan algunatraycion. How, Issue on? Yes, praesto Sennor. Please you Entratha the , worthy Don; Where if it please the Ftes, in your Bthada, You shall be ok'd, and strok'd, and tub'd, and rub'd, And scrub'd, and fub'd, deare Don, before you goe. You shall in faith, my sciruie Babion Don; Be curried, claw'd, and flaw'd, and taw'd, indeed. I will the heartilier goe about it now, And make the Widdow a Punke, so much the sooner, To be reueng'd on this impetuous Face: The quickly doing of it is the grace.