Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 40 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.85 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
What else man? why 'tis a question to be asked; For I can assure you, there is another kind of love: But come follow me, I must be your good Angel still: 'tis in this brain how to prevent my Father, and his brace Of Beagles: you shall none of you be bid tonight: Follow but my direction, if I bring you not, To have and to hold, for better for worse, let me be held an Eunuch in wit, and one that was never Father to a good Feast. we'll be instructed by you. Well, if you be, it will be your own another day. Come follow me. How ruthless men are to adversity, My acquaintance scarce will know me, when we meet They cannot stay to talk, they must be gone; And shake me by the hand as if I burned them: A man must trust unto himself, I see; For if he once but halt in his estate, Friendship will prove but broken Crutches to him: Well, I will lean to none of them, but stand Free of myself: and if I had a spirit Daring to act what I am prompted too, I must thrust out into the world again, Full blossomed with a sweet and golden Spring: It was an argument of love in her To fetch me out of Prison, and this night, She clasped my hand in hers, as who should say, Thou art my Purchase, and I hold thee thus: The worst is but repulse, if I attempt it: I am resolved, my Geneus whispers to me Go on and win her, thou art young and active; Which she is apt to catch at, for there's nought That's more unsteadfast, than a woman's thought. here's ill lodging Widow: but you must know, If we had better, we could afford it you. The lodging Sir, might serve better Guests. Not better, Widow, nor yet welcomer: But we will leave you to it; and the rest. Phillis, pray let your Mistress want not any thing, Once more Good night, I'll leave a kiss with you, As earnest of a better Gift tomorrow. Sirrah, a Light. Good rest to all. Et tu quoque, forsooth. God give you good-night, forsooth, And send you an early resurrection. Good-night to both. Come, come away, each Bird unto his nest, Tomorrow night's a time of little rest. Here untie: soft, let it alone, I have no disposition to sleep yet: Give me a Book, and leave me for a while, Some half hour hence, look into me. I shall forsooth. How now, what makes this bold intrusion? Pardon me Lady, I have business to you. Business, from whom, is it of such importance That it craves present hearing? It does. Then speak it, and be brief. Nay gentle Widow, be more pliant to me. My suit is soft and courteous: full of love. Of love? Of love.
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What else man? why tis a question to be askt; For I can assure you, there is an other kind of loue: But come follow mee, I must be your good Angell still: Tis in this braine how to preuent my Father, and his brace Of Beagles: you shall none of you be bid to night: Follow but my direction, if I bring you not, To haue and to hold, for better for worse, let me be held an Eunuch in wit, and one that was neuer Father to a good Feast. Wee'le be instructed by you. Well, if you bee, it will be your own another day. Come follow mee. How ruthlesse men are to aduersitie, My acquaintance scarce will know mee, when wee meet They cannot stay to talke, they must be gone; And shake mee by the hand as if I burnt them: A man must trust vnto himselfe, I see; For if hee once but halt in his estate, Friendship will prooue but broken Crutches to him: Well, I will leane to none of them, but stand Free of my selfe: and if I had a spirit Daring to act what I am prompted too, I must thrust out into the world againe, Full blossomd with a sweete and golden Spring: It was an argument of loue in her To fetch mee out of Prison, and this night, She claspt my hand in hers, as who should say, Thou art my Purchase, and I hold thee thus: The worst is but repulse, if I attempt it: I am resolud, my Geneus whispers to mee Goe on and win her, thou art young and actiue; Which she is apt to catch at, for there's nought That's more vnsteadfast, then a womans thought. Heere's ill lodging Widdow: but you must know, If wee had better, wee could affoord it you. The lodging Sir, might serue better Guestes. Not better, Widdow, nor yet welcommer: But wee will leaue you to it; and the rest. Phillis, pray let your Mistris want not any thing, Once more Good night, Ile leaue a kisse with you, As earnest of a better Guift to morrow. Sirrah, a Light. Good rest to all. Et tu quoque, forsooth. God giue you good-night, forsooth, And send you an early resurrection. God-might to both. Come, come away, each Bird vnto his nest, To morrow night's a time of little rest. Heere vntie: soft, let it alone, I haue no diposition to sleepe yet: Gue mee a Booke, and leaue mee for a while, Some halfe houre hence, looke into mee. I shall forsooth. How now, what makes this bold intrusion? Pardon me Lady, I haue busines to you. Busines, from whom, is it of such importance That it craues present hearing? It does. Then speake it, and be briefe. Nay gentle Widdow, be more plyant to mee. My suite is soft and courtious: full of loue. Of loue? Of loue.