Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 43 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.81 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Never, never: When ere my tongue shall speak but well of thee, It proves no faithful servant to my heart. False traitor to thy master, and to me, Thou liest, there's no such thing within thee. May I be burned to ugliness, to that Which you and all men hate, but I speak truth. May I be turned a monster, and the shame Of all my Sex,— and if I not believe thee, Take me unto thee, these, and all that's mine, Were it thrice trebled, thou wert worthy all: And do not blame this trial, cause it shows I give myself unto thee, am not forced, And with't alone, that ne'er shall be divorced. I am glad 'tis come to this yet, by this light Thou puttest me into a horrible fear: But this is my excuse: know that my thoughts Were not so desperate as my actions seemed, For fore my dagger should ha' drawn one drop Of thy chaste blood, it should have sluiced out mine: And the cold point struck deep into my heart: Nor better be my fate, if I shall move To any other pleasure but thy love. It shall be in my Creed: but let's away, For night with her black Steeds draws up the day. Softly Boy, softly, you think you are upon firm ground, but it is dangerous; you'll never make a good thief, you rogue, till you learn to creep upon all four: if I do not swear with going this pace: every thing I see, methinks, should be my father in his white beard. It is the property of that passion, for fear Still shapes all things we see to that we fear. Well said Logic, sister, I pray lay hold of him, For the man I see is able to give the Watch an answer, if they should come upon him with Interrogatories: 'zounds we are discovered, boy, come up close, and use the property of your lantern: what dumb show should this be? They take their way directly, intend nothing 'gainst us. Can you not discern who they are? One is Spendall. The other is the Widow as I take it. 'tis true, and that's her maid before her. What a night of conspiracy is here, more villainy? there's another goodly mutton going, my father is fleeced of all, grief will give him a box i'faith, but 'tis no great matter, I shall inherit the sooner, nay soft sir, you shall not pass so currant with the matter, I'll shake you a little: who goes there? Out with the Candle, who's that asks the question? One that has some reason for't. It should be, by the voice, young Rash. Why we are honest folks. Pray where do you dwell? not in town I hope. Why we dwell, 'zounds where do we dwell? I know not where.
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Neuer, neuer: When ere my tongue shall speake but well of thee, It prooues no faithfull seruant to my heart. False traitor to thy maister, and to me, Thou liest, there's no such thing within thee. May I be burn'd to vglinesse, to that Which you and all men hate, but I speake truth. May I be turn'd a monster, and the shame Of all my Sex,—and if I not beleeue thee, Take me vnto thee, these, and all that's mine, Were it thrice trebled, thou wert worthy all: And doe not blame this triall, cause it shews I giue my elfe vnto thee, am not forc'd, And with't alone, that ne'r shall be diuorc'd. I am glad 'tis come to this yet, by this light Thou putt'st me into a horrible feare: But this is my excuse: know that my thoughts Were not so desperate as my actions seem'd, For fore my dagger should ha drawne one droppe Of thy chaste blood, it should haue sluc'd out mine: And the cold point strucke deepe into my heart: Nor better be my fate, if I shall moue To any other pleasure but thy loue. It shall be in my Creed: but lett's away, For night with her blacke Steeds drawes vp the day. Softly Boy, softly, you thinke you are vpon firme ground, but it is dangerous; you'l neuer make a good thiefe, you rogue, till you learne to creepe vpon all foure: if I do not sweare with going this pace: euery thing I see, mee thinkes, should be my father in his white beard. It is the property of that passion, for feare Still shapes all things we see to that we feare. Well said Logicke, sister, I pray lay hold of him, For the man I see is able to giue the Watch an answere, if they should come vpon him with Interrogatories: zownds wee are discouered, boy, come vp close, and vse the property of your Lanthorne: what dumbe shew should this be? They take their way directly, intend nothing gainst vs. Can you not discerne who they are? One is Spendall. The other is the Widdow as I take it. T'is true, and that's her maid before her. What a night of conspiracie is heere, more villanie▪ there's another goodly mutton going, my father i fleeced of all, griefe will giue him a box yfaith, but 'tis no great matter, I shall inherit the sooner, nay soft sir, you shall not pase so currant with the matter, I'le shake you alittle: who goes there? Out with the Candle, who's that askes the question? One that has some reason for't. It should be, by the voyce, yong Rash. Why we are honest folkes. Pray where do you dwell? not in towne I hope. Why we dwell, zownds where doe we dwell? I know not where.