Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.87 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
He is coming up, and looks the swaggeringst, & has such glorious clothes. Bac: Let all the house see me sad, and see all handsome. Nay widow fly not back, we come not now to chide, stand up and bid me welcome. To a poor widow's house that knows no end Of her ill fortune: your Highness is most welcome. Come kiss me then, this is but manner's widow: near fling your head aside, I have more cause of grief than you: my Daughter's dead: but what? 'tis nothing, is the rough French horse brought to the door? They say he is a high goer, I shall soon try his metal. He will be sir, and the grey Barbary, they are fiery both. They are the better: Before the gods I am lightsome, very lightsome: How dost thou like me Widow? As a person in whom all graces are, Come, Come, ye flatter: I'll clap your cheek for that, and you shall not be angry. Hast no Music? Now could I cut three times with ease, and do a cross point, should shame all your gallants. I do believe you, and yourself too: Lord what a fine old Zany my Love has made him? is mine, I am sure: Heaven make me thankful for him. Tell me how old thou art, my pretty sweet heart? Your Grace will not buy her, she may trip Sir? My sorrow shows me Elder than I am by many years? Thou art so witty I must kiss again. In deed her Age lies not in her mouth: near look it there Sir she has a better register, if it be not burnt. I will kiss thee, I am afire Timanthus. Can you choose Sir, having such heavenly Fire before you? Widow, guess why I come, I prithee do. I cannot Sir, unless you be pleased to make a mirth out of my rudeness: and that I hope your pity will not let ye, the subject is so barren: Bite King Bite, I'll let you play a while. Now as I am an honest man, I'll tell thee truly, how many foot did I jump yesterday Timanthus? Fourteen of your own, & some three fingers. This Fellow lies as lightly, as if he were in cut Taffeta. Alas good Almanac get thee to Bed, and tell what weather we shall have tomorrow. Widow I am come in short to be a Suitor. For whom? Why by my troth, I come to woo thee wench: And win thee for myself: Nay, look upon me: I have about me that will do it. Now Heaven defend me, your whore shall never: I thank the Gods, I have a little left me to keep me warm, and honest: if your grace take not that, I seek no more. I am so far from taking any thing, I'll add unto thee. Such Additions may be for your ease Sir, Not my honesty: I am well in being single, good Sir seek another, I am no meat for money.
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Hee is comming vp, and lookes the swaggeriugst, & has such glorious cloathes. Bac: Let all the house see me sad, and see all handsome. Nay widdow flie not back, we come not now to chide, stand vp and bidde me welcome. To a poore widdows house that knowes no end Of her ill fortune: your Highnes is most welcome. Come kisse me then, this is but manners widdow: Nere fling your head aside, I haue more cause of griefe then you: my Daughters dead: but what? Tis nothing, is the rough French horse brought to the dore? They say he is a high goer, I shall soone try his mettall. Hee will be sir, and the gray Barbary, they are fiery both. They are the better: Before the gods I am lightsome, very lightsome: How doest thou like mee Widdowe? As a person in whome all graces are, Come, Come, yee flatter: Ile clappe your cheeke for that, and you shall not be angry. Hast no Musicke? Now could I cutte three times with ease, and doe a crosse point, should shame all your gallants. I doe belieue you, and your selfe too: Lorde what a fine olde Zany my Loue has made him? Is' mine, I am sure: Heauen make mee thankfull for him. Tell mee how olde thou art, my pretty sweet heart? Your Grace will not buye her, shee may trippe Syr? My sorrowe showes mee Elder then I am by many yeares? Thou art so witty I must kisse agen. In deed her Age lyes not in her mouth: nere looke it there Syr she has a better register, if it be not burnt. I will kisse thee, I am a fire Timanthus. Can you chuse Syr, hauing such heauenly Fire before you? Widdow, guesse why I come, I prethee doe. I cannot Syr, vnles you bee pleasde to make a myrth out of my rudenesse: and that I hope your pittie will not let yee, the subiect is so barren: Bite King Bite, Ile let you play a while. Now as I am an honest man, Ile tell thee truly, how many foote did I iump yesterday Timanthus? Fourteen of your owne, & some three fingers. This Fellow lyes as lightly, as if hee were in cutte Taffata. Alas good Almanacke get thee to Bedde, and tell what weather wee shall haue to morrow. Widdow I am come in short to be a Suiter. For whome? Why by my troth, I come to woo thee wench: And winne thee for my selfe: Nay, looke vpon mee: I haue about mee that will doe it. Now Heauen defend mee, your whore shall neuer: I thanke the Gods, I haue a little left mee to keepe me warme, and honest: if your grace take not that, I seeke no more. I am so farre from taking any thing, Ile adde vnto thee. Such Additions may bee for your ease Syr, Not my honestie: I am well in being single, good Syr seeke another, I am no meate for money.