Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 22 of 43
Haughton, William · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 [Feb 18-May 9, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Anthony, thanks Is too too small a guerdon for this news; You must be English: Well sir signior sowse, I'll teach you tricks for coming to our house. Are you so crafty, oh that night were come, That I might hear my Dutchman how he'd swear In his own mother Language, that he loves me: Well, if I quit him not, I here pray God, I may lead Apes in Hell, and die a Maid; And that were worser to me then a hanging. Well said old honest huddles; here's a heap Of merry Lasses: Well, for myself, I'll hie me to your Lovers, bid them mask With us at night, and in some corner stay Near to our house, where they may make some play Upon your rivals, and when they are gone, Come to your windows. Do so good Master. Peace, begone; for this our sport, somebody soon will mourn. How favourable Heaven and Earth is seen, To grace the mirthful complot that is laid, night's Candles burn obscure, and the pale Moon Favouring our drift, lies buried in a Cloud: I can but smile to see the simple Girls, Hoping to have their sweethearts hear tonight, Tickled with extreme joy, laugh in my face: But when they find, the Strangers in their steads, They'll change their note, and sing another song. Where be these Girls here? what, to bed, to bed: Maudlin make fast the Doors, rake up the Fire; Gods me, 'tis nine o'clock, hark Bow-bell rings: Some look down below, and see who knocks: And hark you Girls, settle your hearts at rest, And full resolve you, that tomorrow morn, You must be wed to such as I prefer; I mean Alvaro and his other friends: Let me no more be troubled with your nays. You shall do what I'll have, and so resolve. Welcome M. Moore, welcome, What wind a-gods name drives you forth so late? Faith sir, I am come to trouble you, My wife this present night is brought to bed. To bed, and what hath God sent you? A jolly Girl, sir. And God bless her: But what's your will sir? Faith sir, my house being full of Friends, Such as (I thank them) came to see my wife? I would request you, that for this one night, My daughter Susan might be lodged here. Lodge in my house, welcome with all my heart, Matt. you, she shall lie with you, Trust me she could not come in fitter time. For hear you sir, tomorrow in the morning. All my three Daughters must be married, Good master Moore let's have your company, What say you sir; Welcome honest friend. How now sirrah what's the news with you? Mowche hear you, stir betimes tomorrow, For then I mean your Scholars shall be wed: What news, what news man that you look so sad,
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Anthony, thankes Is too too ſmall a guerdon for this newes; You muſt be Engliſh: Well ſir ſignor ſowſe, Ile teach you trickes for comming to our houſe. Are you ſo craftie, oh that night were come, That I might heare my Dutchman how hee'd ſweare In his owne mother Language, that he loues me: Well, if I quit him not, I here pray God, I may lead Apes in Hell, and die a Mayde; And that were worſer to me then a hanging. Well ſaid old honeſt huddles; here's a heape Of merrie Laſſes: Well, for my ſelfe, Ile hie mee to your Louers, bid them maske With vs at night, and in ſome corner ſtay Neere to our houſe, where they may make ſome play Vpon your riuals, and when they are gon, Come to your windowes. Doe ſo good Maiſter. Peace, begon; for this our ſport, Some body ſoone will moorne. How fauourable Heauen and Earth is ſeene, To grace the mirthfull complot that is laide, Nights Candles burne obſcure, and the pale Moone Fauouring our drift, lyes buried in a Cloude: I can but ſmile to ſee the ſimple Girles, Hoping to haue their ſweete-hearts here to night, Tickled with extreame ioy, laugh in my face: But when they finde, the Strangers in their ſteades, Theyle change their note, and ſing an other ſong. Where be theſe Girles heere? what, to bed, to bed: Mawdlin make faſt the Dores, rake vp the Fire; Gods me, tis nine a clocke, harke Bow-bell rings: Some looke downe below, and ſee who knockes: And harke you Girles, ſettle your hearts at reſt, And full reſolue you, that to morrow morne, You muſt be wedd to ſuch as I preferre; I meane Aluaro and his other friendes: Let me no more be troubled with your nayes. You ſhall doe what Ile haue, and ſo reſolue. Welcome M. Moore, welcome, What winde a-gods name driues you foorth ſo late? Fayth ſir, I am come to trouble you, My wife this preſent night is brought to bed. To bed, and what hath God ſent you? A iolly Girle, ſir. And God bleſſe her: But what's your will ſir? Fayth ſir, my houſe being full of Friends, Such as (I thanke them) came to ſee my wife? I would requeſt you, that for this one night, My daughter Suſan might be lodged here. Lodge in my houſe, welcome withall my heart, Matt harke you, ſhe ſhall lye with you, Truſt me ſhe could not come in fitter time. For heere you ſir, to morrow in the morning. All my three Daughters muſt be married, Good maiſter Moore lets haue your company, What ſay you ſir; Welcome honeſt friend. How now ſirra whats the newes with you? Mowche heare you, ſtirre betimes to morrow, For then I meane your Schollers ſhall be wed: What newes, what newes man that you looke ſo ſad,