Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Pox a this virtue and this chastity, Do you know fair Mistress, a young Gentleman About this town called Bold, where did he lie Last night, sweet Mistress, oh oh, are you catched, I saw him slip out of the house this morn, As naked as this truth, and for this cause I have told your Husband that you yielded to me, And he I warrant you, will blaze it thoroughly, As good do now then as be thought to do. No, 'twill not be yet, thou injurious man, How wilt thou right me in my husband's thoughts, That on a false surmise, and spite haste told, A tale to breed uncurable discontent? Bold was that old wench that did serve the Widow, and thinking by this way to gain her love Missed of his purpose, and was thus cashiered, Nor cares she to proclaim it to the world. zounds, I have wronged you Mistress. On my knees I ask you pardon, and will never more, Attempt your purity, but neglect all things Till that soul wrong I have bred in your Knight I have expelled, and let your loves aright. Which now is done already madam wife, Upon my knees, with weeping eyes, heaved hands, I ask thy pardon, oh sweet virtuous creature, I prithee break my head. Rise, rise, Sir pray: You have done no wrong to me, at least I think so; Heaven hath prevented all my injury, I do forgive and marry you a new. Come, we are all invited to the weddings, The Lady Honour to the old rich Count. Young Bold unto another Gentlewoman, We and the Widow are invited thither, Embrace and love, henceforth more really, Not so like worldlings. Here then ends all strife Thus false friends are made true, by a true wife. HEalth and all joy unto this fair assembly, My brother, who last tide is gone for France, A branch of willow feathering his hat, bade me salute you Lady, and present you With this same letter written in his blood, He prays no man, for his sake evermore To credit woman, nor no Lady ever To believe man, so either sex shall rest Uninjured by the other, this is all, and this I have delivered. I and well, you pronounce rarely did you never play? Yes, that I have, the fool, as some Lords do. Set forward there. Oh, oh, oh, a pox a this cold. A cold a this pox you might say, I am afraid. How full of ghastly wounds this letter shows, oh, oh. Look to my sister. S'hart the Lady swoons. Strong-water there. If strong breath would recover her, I am for her. alas good Lady, hum, hum, hum. coughs perpetually He has fet her again with coughing.
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Poxe a this vertue and this chastetie, Doe you know faire Mistresse, a young Gentleman About this towne cald Bould, where did he lie Last night, sweet Mistris, oh oh, are you catch'd, I saw him slip out of the house this morne, As naked as this truth, and for this cause I haue tould your Husband that you yeelded to me, And he I warrant you, will blaze it throughly, As good doe now then as bee thought to doe. No, twill not be yet, thou iniurious man, How wilt thou right me in my Husbands thoughts, That on a false surmise, and spight hast tould, A tale to breed vncurable discontent? Bould was that ould wench that did serue the Widdow, and thinking by this way to gaine her loue Mist of his purpose, and was thus cashier'd, Nor cares shee to proclame it to the world. Zoons, I haue wrong'd you Mistris. On my knees I aske you pardon, and will neuer more, Attempt your puritie, but neglect all things Till that soule wrong I haue bred in your Knight I haue expeld, and let your loues aright. Which now is done alreadie Madame wife, Vpon my knees, with weeping eies, heau'd hands, I aske thy pardon, oh sweet vertuous creature, I prithee breake my head. Rise, rise, Sir pray▪ You haue done no wrong to me, at least I thinke so; Heauen hath preuented all my iniurie, I doe forgiue and marrie you a new. Come, we are all inuited to the weddings, The Ladie Honor to the old rich Connt. Yong Bould vnto another Gentlewoman, We and the Widdow are inuited thither, Embrace and loue, henceforth more really, Not so like worldlings. Heere then ends all strife Thus false friends are made true, by a true wife. HEalth and all joy vnto this faire assemblie, My brother, who last tide is gone for France, A branch of willow feathering his hat, Bad me salute you Ladie, and present you With this same letter written in his blood, He prayes no man, for his sake euermore To credit woman, nor no Ladie euer To beleiue man, so either sexe shall rest Vniur'd by the other, this is all, and this I haue deliuer'd. I and well, you pronounce rarely did you neuer play? Yes, that I haue, the foole, as some Lords doe. Set forward there. Oh, oh, oh, a pox a this cold. A cold a this poxe you migt say, I am a feard. How full of ghastly wounds this letter shewes, oh, oh. Looke to my sister. S'hart the Ladie swoons. Strong-water there. If strong breath would recouer her, I am for her. Ahlas good Ladie, hum, hum, hum. coughs perpetually He has fet her againe with coughing.