Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Convey me to my bed send for a Priest And a Physician, your Bride I fear, In stead of Epithalamions shall need A Dirge, or Epitaph, oh lead me in, My body dies for my soul's perjured sin. Hymen comes towards us in a mourning rob. I hope friend, we shall have the better day. I'll fetch the Parson and Physician They are both ready for you. Madam, this is the Gentlewoman. Who something bashful does desire your pardon, that she Does not unmask. Good Master Well-tried, I would not buy her face, and for her manners if they were worse, they shall not displease me. I thank your Ladyship. Look, how the old Ass my father stands, he looks like the Bear in the play, he has killed the Lady with his very sight as God help me, I have the most to do to forbear unmasking me, that I might tell him his own, as can be. Fie, by no means. The Widow comes towards you. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Servant, God give you joy, and Gentlewoman, Or Lady as full joy, I wish to you, Nor doubt that I will hinder you, your love, But here am come to do all courtesy To your fair self, and husband that shall be. I thank you heartily. S'hart, speak smaller man. I thank you heartily. You're going to this gear to Mr. Bold, umh, umh, umh. Not to your couching gear my Lord, though I be not so old, or rich as your Lordship, yet I love a young wench as well. As well, as my Lord, nay by my faith, that you do not, love a young wench as well as he, I wonder you will be unmannerly to say so. Faith Master Well-tried, troth is I love them well, but they love not me, umh, umh, umh, you see, what ill luck, I have with them, ump, ump, ump, a pox a this cold still say I. Where got you this cold my Lord? it can get in nowhere that I can see, but at your nostrils, or eyes, all the other parts are so barricadoed with fur. It got in at his eyes, and made that bird-lime there where Cupid's wings do hang entangled. Is this your wife, that (umh, umh, umh) shall be, Ma. Bold, i'll be so bold as kiss her. Sir, forbear, I have one bold enough to kiss my lips, oh old coxcomb, kiss thine own natural son, 'tis worse than a justices lying with his own daughter, but Mr. Well-tried when will the Widow break this matter to me? Not till the very close of all, she dissembles it yet, because my Lord your Father is here, and her other suitor Bold. That's all one, he's o'th plot a my de:
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Conuey me to my bed send for a Priest And a Physition, your Bride I feare, In stead of Epithalamious shall neede A Dirge, or Epitaph, oh lead me in, My bodie dies for my soules periur'd sinne. Hymen comes towards vs in a mourning robe. I hope friend, we shall haue the better day. I'le fetch the Parson and Physition They are both readie for you. Madam, this is the Gentlewoman. Who something bashfull does desire your pardon, that shee Does not vnmasque. Good Master Wel-tri'd, I would not buie her face, and for her manners if they were worse, they shall not displease me. I thanke your Ladyship. Looke, how the old Asse my father stands, he looks like the Beare in the play, he has kil'd the Ladie with his verie sight as God helpe me, I haue the most to do to forbeare vnmasquing me, that I might tell him his owne, as can be. Fie, by no meanes. The Widdow comes towards you. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Seruant, God giue you joy, and Gentlewoman, Or Ladie as full joy, I wish to you, Nor doubt that I will hinder you, your loue, But heere am come to doe all curtesie To your faire selfe, and husband that shall be. I thank you heartilie. S'hart, speak smaller man. I thanke you heartilie. You're going to this geere to Mr. Bould, vm, vm, vm. Not to your couching geere my Lord, though I be not so olde, or rich as your Lordship, yet I loue a yong wench as well. As well, as my Lord, nay by my faith, that you do not, loue a yong wench as well as he, I wonder you will be vnmannerly to say so. Faith Master Wel-tri'd, troth is I loue them well, but they loue not me, vm, vm, vm, you see, what ill luck, I haue with them, vmp, vmp, vmp, a poxe a this cold still say I. Where got you this cold my Lord? it can get in no where that I can see, but at your nostrels, or eies, all the other parts are so barricado'd with furre. It got in at his eies, and made that birdlime there where cupids wings doe hang intangled. Is this your wife, that (vm, vm, vm) shall be, Ma. Bould, i'le be so bould as kisse her. Sir, forbeare, I haue one bould enough to kisse my , oh olde coxcombe, kisse thine owne naturall sonne, t'is worse then a Iustices lying with his own daughter, but Mr. Wel-tri'd when will the Widdow breake this matter to me? Not till the very close of all, she dissembles it yet, because my Lo your Father is heere, and her other suitor Bould. That's all one, he's o'th plot a my de: