Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 23 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 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
He brings me word my wife is new fallen sick, And that my daughter cannot come tonight: Or if she does, it will be very late. Believe me I am then more sorry for it. But for your daughter come she soon or late, Some of us will be up to let her in, For here be three means not to sleep tonight: Well you must be gone? commend me to your wife, Take heed how you go down, the stairs are bad, Bring here a light. 'tis well I thank you sir. Good night master Moore farewell honest friend, Come, come to bed, to bed 'tis nine and past, Do not stand prating here to make me fetch you, But get you to your Chambers. by’r lady here's short work, hark you Girls, Will you tomorrow marry with the strangers. i' faith sir no I'll first leap out at window, Before Marina marry with a stranger, Yes but your father swears, you shall have one. Yes but his daughters, swears they shall have none, These whoreson Cannibals, these Philistines, These tango-mongoes shall not rule o'er me, I'll have my will and Ned, or I'll have none. How will you get him? how will you get him? I know no other way except it be this, That when your fathers in his soundest sleep, You open the Door and run away with them, So we will rather then miss of them. 'tis well resolved i'fath and like yourselves, But hear you? to your Chambers presently, lest that your father do descry our drift, Mistress Susan should come but she cannot, Nor perhaps shall not, yet perhaps she shall, Might not a man conceit a pretty jest? And make as mad a Riddle as this is, If all things fadge not, as all things should do, we shall be sped i'faith, Matt. have hue. Wear be you mester Frisco. Here sir, here sir, now if I could cozen him, take heed sir hers a post. Ick be so groterly hot, datt ick sweat, Oh wen sal we come dare. Be you so hot sir, let me carry your Cloak, I assure you it will ease you much. Dare here, dare, 'tis so Dark eye can neit see. ay, so so: now you may travel in your Hose and Doublet: now look I as like the Dutchman, as if I were spit out of his mouth: I'll straight home, & speak groote and brood, and toot and gibberish; and in the dark I'll have a fling at the Wenches. Well, I say no more; farewell M. Mendall, I must go seek my fortune. Mester Frisco, mester Frisco, wat sal you no speak; make you de Fool? Why mester Frisco; Oh de skellum, he be ga met de Cloak, me sal seg his mester, han mester Frisco, waer sidy mester Frisco.
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Hee brings me word my wife is new falne ſicke, And that my daughter cannot come to night: Or if ſhe does, it will be very late. Beleeue me I am then more ſorry for it. But for your daughter come ſhe ſoone or late, Some of vs will be vp to let her in, For heere be three meanes not to ſleepe to night: Well you muſt be gone? commende me to your wife, Take heede how you goe downe, the ſtaires are bad, Bring here a light. Tis well I thanke you ſir. Good night maiſter Moore farwell honeſt friend, Come, come to bed, to bed tis nine and paſt, Doe not ſtand prating here to make me fetch you, But gette you to your Chambers. Birlady heres ſhort worke, harke you Girles, Will you to morrow marry with the ſtrangers. Y fayth ſir no Ile firſt leape out at window, Before Marina marry with a ſtranger, Yes but your father ſweares, you ſhall haue one. Yes but his daughters, ſwears they ſhall haue none, Theſe horeſon Canniballs, theſe Philiſtines, Theſe tango mongoes ſhall not rule Ore me, Ile haue my will and Ned, or Ile haue none. How will you get him? how will you get him? I know no other way except it be this, That when your fathers in his ſoundeſt ſleepe, You ope the Dore and runne away with them, So wee will rather then miſſe of them. Tis well reſolude yfayth and like your ſelues, But heare you? to your Chambers preſently, Leaſt that your father doe diſcry our drift, Miſtres Suſan ſhould come but ſhe cannot, Nor perhaps ſhall not, yet perhaps ſhe ſhall, Might not a man conceipt a prettie ieſt? And make as mad a Riddle as this is, If all thinges fadge not, as all thinges ſhould doe, Wee ſhall be ſped y'fayth, Matt ſhall haue hue. Wear be you meſter Friſco. Here ſir, here ſir, now if I could couſen him, take heede ſir hers a poſt. Ick be ſo groterly hot, datt ick ſwette, Oh wen ſal we come dare. Be you ſo hotte ſir, let me carry your Cloake, I aſſure you it will eaſe you much. Dare here, dare, tis ſo Darke ey can neit ſee. I, ſo ſo: now you may trauell in your Hoſe and Doublet: now looke I as like the Dutchman, as if I were ſpit out of his mouth: Ile ſtraight home, & ſpeake groote and broode, and toot and gibriſh; and in the darke Ile haue a fling at the Wenches. Well, I ſay no more; farewell M. Mendall, I muſt goe ſeeke my fortune. Meſter Friſco, meſter Friſco, wat ſal you no ſpeak; make you de Foole? Why meſter Friſco; Oh de ſkellum, he be ga met de Cloake, me ſal ſeg his meſter, han meſter Friſco, waer ſidy meſter Friſco.