S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 484 words
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He shakes as if he had the burning ague. Perplexed Cousin, perplexed. I had rather a good Lordship had fallen toward me. Tut man, salt seasons all things; fish or flesh. And troth, thou needest it: for thy wit's but fresh. Here blood, I drink to thee. Now could I dance like a Dutch Froe: my heels are as light as my head. Oh I recant. Cousin, I will marry. What meant you Sir, to spill the wine upon him? 'Twas a mischance Sir. No: it was good hap. 'tis a good sign, t' have wine spilled in ones lap: This makes amends for the salt, Sir. I thought this dock would fetch your nettle out. I see. small wind turns a fools mill about. Let's go. Yonder comes my Physician and his potion. I have here two papers: one of sugar, and that's for myself: another of poison, and that's for my Ostice. Let me be right-right. I should make fair work, if I were mistaken now. Ha widow! th' art a churl a— very churl, that wouldst not keep company with thy guests. I ha' brought thee a cup of wine here: health and blood to thee, sweet Widow. A miracle: An Usurer drunk at's own cost. There's a whole cup for thee: pledge me chuck. Nay tarry, tarry: thou must have sugar to 't; women love sweet things, I know. So, off with't bottom and all: the deeper the sweeter. Ha Ostice, my son shall give thee a lease of thine Inn. I would he could grant me a lease of my life: for I grow sick sir. Robin, look in. (Excellent ratsbane) it works already. Widow, dost remember since thou wast in my study? and i'faith what foundst there? Nothing, but what I left behind me, Sir. I'm very sick. (I'll near trust poison else.) This cottons well yet. No sooner dead, but my son shall cease on all the goods. Search the coffers for my mortgage. If it be lost, yet now she I keep counsel. This wine hath made me thirsty: I'm not well. high thee to bed and sweat. A little posset with twopenny worth of horse-spice. O 'tis excellent to put one into a sweat. Farewell widow. So I'm recovered now: thy absence cures me. O earth! thou centre of the world and sin; Tsty Paradise is lost t'th'art only now A larger stable, where all vices dwell. Did not the Sun shine, I should think thee hell. Lucky! here comes the cheater. Sir, the money is asked for by the Gentlemen, your friends: They threaten to arrest me, but I hope sir, you'll be my quittance. Yes: on this condition. Let me enjoy thy love on this soft ground: I'll pay it back, were it three hundred pound. Stir not: this chargeth you: are you not content? Come, with a silent kiss seal your consent.
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Hee ſhakes as if he had the gurning agew. Perplexed Couſin, perplexed. I had rather a good Lordſhip had falne toward me. Tut man, ſalt ſeaſons all things; fiſh or fleſh. And troth, thou need'ſt it: for thy witte's but freſh. Here bloud, I drinke to thee. Now could I dance like a Dutch Froe: my heeles are as light as my head. Oh I recant. Couſin, I will marry. What meant you Sir, to ſpill the wine vpon him? 'Twas a miſchance Sir. No: it was good hap. Tis a good ſigne, t' haue wine ſpilt in ones lappe: This makes amends for the ſalt, Sir. I thought this docke would fetch your nettle out. I ſee. ſmall wind turnes a fooles mill about. Let's goe. Yonder comes my Phyſician and his potion. I haue here two papers: one of ſugar, and that's for my ſelfe: another of poyſon, and that's for my Oſtice. Let me be right-right. I ſhould make faire worke, if I were miſtaken now. Ha widow! th' art a Churle-a very churle, that wouldſt not keepe companie with thy gueſts. I ha' brought thee a cup of wine here: health and bloud to thee, ſweete Widow. A miracle: An Vſurer drunke at's owne coſt. There's a whole cup for thee: pledge mee chucke. Nay tarry, tarry: thou muſt haue ſugar to 't; women loue ſweet things, I know. So, off with't bottome and all: the deeper the ſweeter. Ha Oſtice, my ſonne ſhall giue thee a leaſe of thine Inne. I would hee could grant me a leaſe of my life: for I grow ſick ſir. Robin, looke in. (Excellent ratteſ-bane) it workes already. Widow, doſt remember ſince thou waſt in my ſtudie? and y faith what foundſt there? Nothing, but what I left behinde me, Sir. I'm very ſicke. (Ile nere truſt poyſon els.) This cottons wel yet. No ſooner dead, but my ſonne ſhall ceaze on all the goods. Search the coffers for my morgage. If it be loſt, yet now ſhee I keepe counſell. This wine hath made me thirſty: I'm not well. Hye thee to bedde and ſweat. A little poſſet with two-penny worth of horſe-ſpice. O tis excellent to put one into a ſweat. Farewell widow. So I'm recouerd now: thy abſence cures me. O earth! thou center of the world and ſinne; Tſty Paradiſe is loſt t'th'art only now A larger ſtable, where all vices dwell. Did not the Sunne ſhine, I ſhould thinke thee hell. Lucky! here comes the cheater. Sir, the money is askt for by the Gentlemen, your friends: They threaten to arreſt me, but I hope ſir, you'l be my quittance. Yes: on this condition. Let me enioy thy loue on this ſoft ground: Ile pay it backe, were it three hundred pound. Stirre not: this chargeth you: are you not content? Come, with a ſilent kiſſe ſeale your conſent.