Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 36 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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Whom Anthony our friend, our Schoolmaster? Now help us Gentle Anthony, or never. What is your hasty running changed to prayer, Say, where were you going? even to our father, To know what he intends to do with us. 'tis bootless trust me, for he is resolved To marry you to. The Strangers. i' faith he is. i' faith he shall not. Frenchman, be sure we'll pluck a Crow together, Before you force me give my hand at Church. Come to our Father speech this comfort finds, That we may scold out grief, and ease our minds. Stay, Stay Marina, and advise you better, It is not Force, but Policy must serve: The Doors are locked, your Father keeps the Key, Wherefore unpossible to scape away: Yet have I plotted, and devised a drift, To frustrate your intended marriages, And give you full possession of your joys: Laurentia, ere the morning's light appear, You must play Anthony in my disguise. Anthony, what of us? What shall we wear? Anthony, what of us? What shall we wear? Soft, soft, you are too forward Girls, I swear, For you some other drift devised must be? One shadow for a substance: this is she. Nay weep not sweets, repose upon my care, For all alike, or good or bad shall share: You will have Haruie, you Heigham, and you Ned; You shall have all your wish, or be I dead: For sooner may one day the Sea lie still, Then once restrain a Woman of her will. Sweet Anthony, how shall we quit thy hire? Not gifts, but your contentments I desire: To help my Countrymen I cast about, For Strangers loves blaze fresh, but soon burn out: Sweet rest dwell here, and frightful fear objure, These eyes shall wake to make your rest secure: For ere again dull night the dull eyes charms, Each one shall fold her Husband in her arms: Which if it chance, we may avouch it still, Women & Maids will always have their will. Are Wood & Coals brought up to make a fire? Is the Meat spitted ready to lie down: For Bakemeats I'll have none, the world's too hard: There's Geese too, now I remember me; Bid Maudlin lay the Giblets in Past, Here's nothing thought upon, but what I do. Stay Frisco, see who rings: look to the Door, Let none come in I charge, were he my Father, I'll keep them whilst I have them: Frisco, who is it? She is come ynfayth. Who is come? Mistress Sushaunce, Mistress Moores daughter. Mistress Susan, Ass? Oh she must come in. Hang him, if he keep out a Wench: If the Wench keep not out him, so it is. Welcome Mistress Susan, welcome; I little thought you would have come tonight; But welcome (trust me) are you to my house: What, doth your Mother mend? doth she recover? I promise you I am sorry for her sickness.
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Whom Anthony our friend, our Schoole-maiſter? Now helpe vs Gentle Anthony, or neuer. What is your haſtie running chang'd to prayer, Say, where were you going? Euen to our father, To know what he intendes to doe with vs. Tis bootleſſe truſt mee, for he is reſolu'd To marry you to. The Strangers. Y fayth he is. Y fayth he ſhall not. Frenchman, be ſure weele plucke a Crow together, Before you force mee giue my hand at Church. Come to our Father ſpeach this comfort finds, That we may ſcould out griefe, and eaſe our mindes. Stay, Stay Marina, and aduiſe you better, It is not Force, but Pollicie muſt ſerue: The Dores are lockt, your Father keepes the Keye, Wherefore vnpoſsible to ſcape away: Yet haue I plotted, and deuiſ'd a drift, To fruſtrate your intended mariages, And giue you full poſſeſsion of your ioyes: Laurentia, ere the mornings light appeare, You muſt play Anthony in my diſguiſe. Anthony, what of vs? What ſhall we weare? Anthony, what of vs? What ſhall we weare? Soft, ſoft, you are too forward Girles, I ſweare, For you ſome other drift deuiſd muſt bee? One ſhaddow for a ſubſtance: this is ſhee. Nay weepe not ſweetes, repoſe vpon my care, For all alike, or good or bad ſhall ſhare: You will haue Haruie, you Heigham, and you Ned; You ſhall haue all your wiſh, or be I dead: For ſooner may one day the Sea lie ſtill, Then once reſtraine a Woman of her will. Sweete Anthony, how ſhall we quit thy hire? Not gifts, but your contentments I deſire: To helpe my Countrimen I caſt about, For Strangers loues blaſe freſh, but ſoone burne out: Sweete reſt dwell heere, and frightfull feare obiure, Theſe eyes ſhall wake to make your reſt ſecure: For ere againe dull night the dull eyes charmes, Each one ſhall fould her Husband in her armes: Which if it chaunce, we may auouch it ſtill, Women & Maydes will alwayes haue their will. Are Wood & Coales brought vp to make a fire? Is the Meate ſpitted ready to lie downe: For Bakemeates Ile haue none, the world's too hard: There's Geeſe too, now I remember mee; Bid Mawdlin lay the Giblets in Paſt, Here's nothing thought vpon, but what I doe. Stay Friſco, ſee who ringes: looke to the Dore, Let none come in I charge, were he my Father, Ile keepe them whilſt I haue them: Friſco, who is it? She is come ynfayth. Who is come? Miſtris Suſhaunce, Miſtris Moores daughter. Miſtris Suſan, Aſſe? Oh ſhe muſt come in. Hang him, if he keepe out a Wench: Yf the Wench keepe not out him, ſo it is. Welcome Miſtris Suſan, welcome; I little thought you would haue come to night; But welcome (truſt me) are you to my houſe: What, doth your Mother mende? doth ſhe recouer? I promiſe you I am ſorry for her ſickneſſe.