Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Begone, begone, my juggy, my puggy, begone my love, my dear. The weather is warm, 'twill do thee no harm, thou canst not be lodged here. Be merry boys, some light music, and more wine. He's not in earnest, I hope George, is he? What if he be, sweet heart? Marie if he be George, I'll make bold to tell him he's an ingrate old man, to use his bedfellow so scurvily. What how does he use her honey? Marie come up sir saucebox, I think you'll take his part, will you not? Lord how hot you are grown: you are a fine man an you had a fine dog, it becomes you sweetly. Nay prithee Nell chide not: for as I am an honest man, and a true Christian Grocer, I do not like his doings. I cry you mercy then George; you know we are all frail, and full of infirmities. D'ee hear Mr. Merrithought, may I crave a word with you? Strike up lively lads. I had not thought in truth, Mr. Merrithought, that a man of your age and discretion (as I may say) being a Gentleman, and therefore known by your gentle conditions, could have used so little respect to the weakness of his wife: for your wife is your own flesh, the staff of your age, your yoke-fellow, with whose help you draw through the mire of this transitory world: Nay, she's your own rib. And again— I come not hither for thee to teach, I have no pulpit for thee to preach, I would thou hadst kissed me under the breech, As thou art a Lady gay. Marie with a vengeance. I am heartily sorry for the poor gentlewoman: but if I were thy wife, I'faith graybeard, I'faith— I prithee sweet honeysuckle, be content. Give me such words that am a gentlewoman borne, hang him hoary rascal. Get me some drink George, I am almost molten with fretting: now beshrew his knaves heart for it. Play me a light Lavalto: come, be frolic, fill the good fellows wine. Why Mr. Merrithought, are you disposed to make me wait here: you'll open I hope, I'll fetch them that shall open else. Good woman if you will sing I'll give you something, if not- You are no love for me Marg'ret, I am no love for you. Come aloft Boys, aloft. Now a churls fart in your teeth sir: Come Mick, we'll not trouble him, a shall not ding us i'th' teeth with his bread and his broth: that he shall not: come boy, I'll provide for thee, I warrant thee: we'll go to master Venterwel's the Merchant, I'll get his letter to mine Host of the Bell in Waltham, there I'll place thee with the Tapster; will not that do well for thee Mick? and let me alone for that old Cuckoldly knave your father, I'll use him in his kind, I warrant ye.
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Begone, begone, my Iuggy, my puggy, begone my loue, my deere. The weather is warme, twill do thee no harme, thou canst not be lodged heere. Be merry boyes, some light musicke, and more wine. He's not in earnest, I hope George, is he? What if he be, sweet heart? Marie if hee be George, Ile make bold to tell him hee's an Ingrant old man, to vse his bed-fellow so scuruily. What how does he vse her hunny? Marie come vp sir sauce-box, I thinke you'l take his part, will you not? Lord how hot you are growne: you are a fine man an you had a fine dogge, it becomes you sweetly. Nay pre'thee Nell chide not: for as I am an honest man, and a true Christian Grocer, I doe not like his doings. I cry you mercie then George; you know we are all fraile, and full of infirmities. Dee heare Mr. Merri-thought, may I craue a word with you? Strike vp liuely lads. I had not thought in truth, Mr. Merrithought, that a man of your age and discretion (as I may say) being a Gentleman, and therefore knowne by your gentle conditions, could haue vsed so little respect to the weaknesse of his wife: for your wife is your owne flesh, the staffe of your age, your yoke-fellow, with whose helpe you draw through the mire of this transitory world: Nay, she's your owne ribbe. And againe— I come not hither for thee to teach, I haue no pulpit for thee to preach, I would thou hadst kist me vnder the breech, As thou art a Lady gay. Marie with a vengeance. I am hartely sorry for the poore gentlewoman: but if I were thy wife, I'faith gray-beard, I'faith— I pre'thee sweet hunny-suckle, be content. Giue me such words that am a gentlewoman borne, hang him hoary rascall. Get mee some drinke George, I am almost molten with fretting: now beshrew his knaues heart for it. Play me a light Laualto: come, bee frolicke, fill the good fellowes wine. Why Mr. Merrithought, are you disposed to make me wait here: you'l open I hope, Il'e fetch them that shall open else. Good woman if you wil sing Il'e giue you something, if not- You are no loue for me Margret, I am no loue for you. Come aloft Boyes, aloft. Now a Churles fart in your teeth sir: Come Micke, wee'l not trouble him, a shall not ding vs i'th teeth with his bread and his broth: that he shall not: come boy, Il'e prouide for thee, I warrant thee: wee'l goe to maister Venterwels the Merchant, Il'e get his letter to mine Host of the Bell in Waltham, there Il'e place thee with the Tapster; will not that doe well for thee Micke? and let me alone for that old Cuckoldly knaue your father, Il'e vse him in his kinde, I warrant yee.