S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.85 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Help her to bear it in, and see't laid up. Zlid, my wife takes degrees; she rises fairly. I sold her hither whore some tricks to do. Now she's turned whore, and Bawd, and Hostess too. Stand close dear wits, and shadow me disguise. She cast me down, and by her fall I'll rise. Husbands that love your honour as your life; Learn now to be revenged, on a false wife. Your friends expect you Sir. Sweet, I would go. But here's a charming beauty, that says no. Will you walk off a little— to the meadow? I have a tiny business with you, widow? What is your will, Sir? I'm in haste: be short. The thing thou wotst on, half a minute's sport. Forbear, libidinous Groom. Groom? I'm a man. And can do, Hostess, what another can. Come, shall I speak in gold, and action? Be damned, enchanter, with thy golden spells. Thou thinkst, gold can buy lust, when nothing else. Yet I do love thy soul. Think, think, how dear, A moment's joy is bought with endless fear. How ill the flesh steals his unjust delight, When the soul suffers an eternal night. Flatter thy glowing hopes with heat no more. Be not deceived; thy Hostess is no whore. So: spoke my outside brave; did my rich husk Allow me impudent; and my undowned chin Promise my blood unsucked out by this sin, You would run mad on me. Sooth, thou much errest. I never saw that person (except one, Who justly claimed my love, now dead and gone) In whose embracements I would sooner lock the treasures of my heart. Now, now, she's coming. If you had moved my ears with a chaste suit, I should have listened. Brave! she's mine already. I cannot love thee now. No? No, I cannot conceive a good thought of thee. No? I hate thee. Heigh? handy, dandy, fast and loose, brave devil. I'll conjure you for this. Come, will you love me? Or no matter for your love, will you lie with me? Do, or lie alone i'th' meadow here. I shall leave your tempting eyes for the Crows to pick out. Defend me goodness. Whistle not so loud, lest I cut your pipe, Come on. Honour or life, how shall I save you both? Sir, I shall spoil you. I ha' been long a sinner. A common sinner, Sir, and am not sound. You cannot scape infection, if you touch me. Humh! the pox, say you? well, you'll not reveal me. You need not, Sir, distrust my silence. Wrongs That scape heavens hand, need not fear mortal tongues. This world's turned Bedlam, raving, desperate-bad. It staggered drunk before, now it runs mad. More customers? But, Sir, respect your life, your conscience. Thou sayst well, for my life. But for my conscience, 'tis like a surgeons, that takes money for letting out blood. Think o' my mortgage.
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Helpe her to beare it in, and ſee't layd vp. Zlid, my wife takes degrees; ſhe riſes fairely. I ſold her hither whore ſome trickes to do. Now ſhe's turn'd whore, and Bawd, and Hoſtice too. Stand cloſe deare wits, and ſhadow me diſguiſe. She caſt me downe, and by her fall Ile riſe. Husbands that loue your honour as your life; Learne now to be reueng'd, on a falſe wife. Your friends expect you Sir. Sweet, I would go. But here's a charming beauty, that ſayes no. Will you walke off a little—to the meddow? I haue a tiny buſineſſe with you, widdow? What is your will, Sir? I'm in haſte: be ſhort. The thing thou wotſt on, halfe a minutes ſport. Forbeare, libidinous Groome. Groome? I'm a man. And can do, Hoſtice, what another can. Come, ſhall I ſpeake in gold, and action? Be damn'd, inchanter, with thy golden ſpelss. Thou thinkſt, gold can buy luſt, when nothing els. Yet I do loue thy ſoule. Think, ethinke, how deare, A moments ioy is bought with endleſſe feare. How ill the fleſh ſteales his vniuſt delight, When the ſoule ſuffers an eternall night. Flatter thy glowing hopes with heate no more. Be not deceiu'd; thy Hoſtice is no whore. So: ſpoke my out-ſide braue; did my rich huske Allow me impudent; and my vndown'd chinne Promiſe my bloud vnſuck'd out by this ſinne, You would runne madde on me. Sooth, thou much erreſt. I neuer ſaw that perſon (except one, Who iuſtly claim'd my loue, now dead and gone) In whoſe embracements I would ſooner locke the treaſures of my heart. Now, now, ſhe's comming. If you had mou'd my eares with a chaſt ſuite, I ſhould haue liſtn'd. Braue! ſhe's mine already. I cannot loue theenow. No? No, I cannot conceiue a good thought of thee. No? I hate thee. Heigh? handy, dandy, faſt and looſe, braue diuell. Ile coniure you for this. Come, will you loue me? Or no matter for your loue, will you lie with me? Doe, or lie alone i'th meddow here. I ſhall leaue your tempting eyes for the Crowes to picke out. Defend me goodneſſe. Whiſtle not ſo lowd, leſt I cut your pipe, Come on. Honour or life, how ſhall I ſaue you both? Sir, I ſhall ſpoyle you. I ha'bene long a ſinner. A common ſinner, Sir, and am not ſound. You cannot ſcape infection, if you touch me. Humh! the poxe, ſay you? well, you'l not reueale me. You need not, Sir, diſtruſt my ſilence. Wrongs That ſcape heauens hand, need not feare mortall tongs. This world's turn'd Bedlam, rauing, deſperate-badde. It ſtagger'd drunke before, now it runs mad. More cuſtomers? But, Sir, reſpect your life, your conſcience. Thou ſaiſt well, for my life. But for my conſcience▪ Tis like a Surgions, that takes money for letting out blood. Thinke o' my morgage.