S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.83 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
As close, as beggary follows drunkenness. Let me see your hand, widow— Oh the case is clear. A yellow spot doth on your hand appear. Gather up your heels, widow: justice Surly dwells hard by. How now? my mother guarded? with two rogues? Sword, thou didst feign to kill her— but— Sirrah— you— deliver me this woman, or I'll make thy yellow starched face serve me for a cutwork band. Oh Sir, you're well met; you broke from the jail last night. Apprehend him master Nice. I'm somewhat dainty and shy on him, Sir. He looks vile sharp on't. Let him look as sharp, as an Apparitors nails, we'll blunt him I warrant ye. Sirrah, I charge you stand. Sirrah, you see I stand charged already. Will you have me run? Oh help, help— Hold, hold, I ha' not made my will. No matter for thy prayers; dispatch it quickly then. You'll give me leave, Sir, to make my will. Yes. Then my will is— to run away. Thanks, son; but now do you not, like the Lion, Save the distressed Lamb from the Wolves paws, For sacrifice to his own bloody laws? Dear mother, pardon; be secure— This way, this way: here— Oh have we found you? How do these mischiefs flutter in thick heaps! And cloud my understanding from the light, I looked the Sun should shine, find it dark night I cannot stand t' examine circumstances. Now master Bromley, whither are you bound? Your father gave us charge to have the widow To master justice Surly's; he suspects her To have some hand i'th' robbery tonight. Sir it concerns you; he has lost 300. pound. Umh. My father robbed? the widow charged with it? Her son unjailed himself? these are harsh turns. Well, go you two before, prepare the justice. You have my word for their appearance. Go. Widow, and Robin, now here's none but friends: You'll give me leave to wonder at these ends. Of that anon. Mean time I here present you with a gift, Dearer to me, then is the Sun to earth. So; narrow up your passions for a space: Ha'youyou the mortgage-deeds? give them my hands. Yet the success on my invention stands. Mother, and brother, (so I hope your titles) myself, and friend here, whom you do not know, Will bail you both. That done, I have an Inn, Now void of Tenant; there dwell all together. My friendship to the power shall pledge your faith. Measure good deeds by what man would, not hath. What Damned fortune's this, that I cannot smell out these thieves? I would sweat them to the Gallous, as well as they swore me out of my money. An oath like a strong charm, should conjure their necks into the circle of a rope. Oh, here comes my fellow-Patient; we both took Physic together; purged, purged: but I have a cordial for him. Save you, brother Gripe. Mr. Bromley, news, good news. It's reported, that Sager's dead.
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As cloſe, as beggery followes drunkenneſſe. Let me ſee your hand, widdow—Oh the caſe is cleare. A yellow ſpot doth on your hand appeare. Gather vp your heeles, widdow: Iuſtice Surly dwels hard by. How now? my mother guarded? with two rogues? Sword, thou didſt faine to kill her—but—Sirrah—you—deliuer me this woman, or Ile make thy yellow ſtarch'd face ſerue me for a cut-worke band. Oh Sir, y' are well met; you broke from the Iayle laſt night. Apprehend him maſter Nice. I'am ſomewhat dainty and ſhy on him, Sir. He lookes vile ſharpe on't. Let him looke as ſharpe, as an Apparitors nailes, we'll blunt him I warrant ye. Sirrah, I charge you ſtand. Sirrah, you ſee I ſtand charg'd already. Will you haue me run? Oh helpe, helpe— Hold, hold, I ha' not made my will. No matter for thy prayers; diſpatch it quickely then. You'l giue me leaue, Sir, to make my will. Yes. Then my will is—to runne away. Thankes, ſonne; but now do you not, like the Lion, Saue the diſtreſſed Lambe from the Wolfes pawes, For ſacrifice to his owne bloudie lawes? Deare mother, pardon; be ſecure— This way, this way: here—Oh haue we found you? How do theſe miſchiefes flutter in thicke heapes! And cloud my vnderſtanding from the light, I look'd the Sunne ſhould ſhine, find it darke night I cannot ſtand t' examine circumſtances. Now maſter Bromley, whither are you bound? Your father gaue vs charge to haue the widdow To maſter Iuſtice Surly's; he ſuſpects her To haue ſome hand i'th robberie to night. Sir it concernes you; he has loſt 300. pound. Vmh. My father robd? the widdow charg'd with it? Her ſonne vniayld himſelfe? theſe are harſh turnes. Well, go you two before, prepare the Iuſtice. You haue my word for their appearance. Go. VViddow, and Robin, now here's none but friends: You'l giue me leaue to wonder at theſe ends. Of that anone. Meane time I here preſent you with a gift, Dearer to me, then is the Sunne to earth. So; narrow vp your paſſions for a ſpace: H'you the morgage-deeds? giue them my hands. Yet the ſucceſſe on my innention ſtands. Mother, and brother, (ſo I hope your titles) My ſelfe, and friend here, whom you do not know, VVill baile you both. That done, I haue an Inne, Now voyd of Tennant; there dwell all together. My friendſhip to the power ſhall pledge your faith. Meaſure good deeds by what man would, not hath. VVhat Damn'd fortune's this, that I cannot ſmell out theſe theeues? I would ſweate them to the Gallous, as well as they ſwore me out of my money. An oath like a ſtrong charme, ſhould coniure their neckes into the circle of a rope. Oh, here comes my fellow-Patient; wee both tooke Phyſicke together; purg'd, purg'd: but I haue a cordiall for him. Saue you, brother Gripe. Mr. Bromley, newes, good newes. It's reported, that Sager's dead.