Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 30 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 T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
I'll put the Light out, lest I be espied, For closely I have stolen me forth a doors, That I might know, how my three Sons have sped. Now (afore God) my heart is passing light, That I have overreached the Englishmen: Ha, ha, Master Vandal, many such nights Will suage your bog swollen bulk, and make it lank: When I was young; yet though my Hairs be grey, I have a Young man's spirit to the death, And can as nimbly trip it with a Girl, As those which fold the springtide in their Beards: Lord how the very thought of former times, Supples these near dried limbs with activeness: Well, thoughts are shadows, sooner lost than seen, Now to my Daughters, and their merry night, I hope Alvaro and his company, Have read to them moral Philosophy, And they are full with it: Here I'll stay, And tarry till my gallant youths come forth. You madman, wild-oats, madcap, where art thou? Here afore. Oh ware what love is? Ned hath found the scent; And if the coney chance to miss her burrow, she's overborne i', she cannot stand it. I know that voice, or I am much deceived. Come, why loiter we? this is the Door: But soft, here's one asleep. Come, let me feel: Oh 'tis some Rogue or other; spurn him, spurn him. Be not so wilful, prithee let him lie. Come back, come back, for we are past the house Yonder's Matheas' Chamber with the light. Well fare a head, or I had been descried. God's me, what make the Youngsters here so late? I am a rogue, and spurn him: well Jack sauce, The Rogue is waking yet, to mar your sport. Matt. Mistress Mathea; where be these Girls? Who's there below? Thy Ned, kind Ned, thine honest trusty Ned. No, no, it is the Frenchman in his stead, That monsieur motley-coat that can dissemble: Hear you Frenchman, pack to your Whores in France; Though I am Portingale by the Father's side, And therefore should be lustful, wanton, light; Yet goodman Goosecap, I will let you know, That I have so much English by the Mother, That no base slavering French shall make me stoop: And so, sir Dandelion fare you well. What speechless, not a word: why how now Ned? The Wench hath ta'en him down, He hangs his head. You dandelion, you that talk so well: Hark you a word or two good Mistress Matt. Did you appoint your Friends to meet you here, And being come, tell us of Whores in France, A Spanish jennet, and an English Mare, A mongrel, half a Dog and half a Bitch; With Tran-dido, Dil-dido, and I know not what? Hear you, if you'll run away with Ned, And be content to take me as you find me, Why so law, I am yours: if otherwise, You'll change your Ned, to be a Frenchman's Trull? Why then, Madame Delion, je vous lassera a Die, et la bon fortune.
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Ile put the Light out, leaſt I be eſpied, For cloſely I haue ſtolne me foorth a doares, That I might know, how my three Sonnes haue ſped. Now (afore God) my heart is paſsing light, That I haue ouerreach'd the Engliſhmen: Ha, ha, Maiſter Ʋandalle, many ſuch nights Will ſwage your bigg ſwolne bulke, and make it lancke: When I was young; yet though my Haires be gray, I haue a Young mans ſpirit to the death, And can as nimbly trip it with a Girle, As thoſe which fold the ſpring-tide in their Beards: Lord how the verie thought of former times, Supples theſe neere dried limbes with actiueneſſe: Well, thoughts are ſhaddowes, ſooner loſt then ſeene, Now to my Daughters, and their merrie night, I hope Aluaro and his companie, Haue read to them morrall Philoſophie, And they are full with it: Heere Ile ſtay, And tarry till my gallant youths come foorth. You mad-man, wild-oats, mad-cap, where art thou? Heere afore. Oh ware what loue is? Ned hath found the ſcent; And if the Connie chaunce to miſſe her Burrough, Shee's ouer-borne y fayth, ſhe cannot ſtand it. I know that voyce, or I am much deceiued. Come, why loyter wee? this is the Dore: But ſoft, heere's one aſleepe. Come, let mee feele: Oh tis ſome Rogue or other; ſpurne him, ſpurne him. Be not ſo wilfull, prethee let him lie. Come backe, come backe, for wee are paſt the houſe Yonder's Matheas Chamber with the light. Well fare a head, or I had been diſcride. Gods mee, what make the Youngſters heere ſo late? I am a Rouge, and ſpurne him: well Iacke ſauce, The Rogue is waking yet, to marre your ſport. Matt, Miſtris Mathea; where be theſe Girles? VVho's there below? Thy Ned, kind Ned, thine honeſt truſty Ned. No, no, it is the Frenchman in his ſtead, That Mounſieur motlicoate that can diſſemble: Heare you Frenchman, packe to your Whores in Fraunce; Though I am Portingale by the Fathers ſide, And therefore ſhould be luſtfull, wanton, light; Yet goodman Gooſecap, I will let you know, That I haue ſo much Engliſh by the Mother, That no bace ſlauering French ſhall make me ſtoope: And ſo, ſir Dan-delion fare you well. What ſpeachleſſe, not a word: why how now Ned? The Wench hath tane him downe, He hanges his head. You Dan-de-lion, you that talke ſo well: Harke you a word or two good Miſtris Matt, Did you appoynt your Friends to meete you heere, And being come, tell vs of Whores in Fraunce, A Spaniſh lennet, and an Engliſh Mare, A Mongrill, halfe a Dogge and halfe a Bitch; VVith Tran-dido, Dil-dido, and I know not what? Heare you, if you'le run away with Ned, And be content to take me as you find me, VVhy ſo law, I am yours: if otherwiſe, Youle change your Ned, to be a Frenchmans Trull? VVhy then, Madame Delion, Ie vous laſſera a Di, et la bon fortune.