Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
He hath Ribbons of all the colours i' th' Rainbow; Points, more than all the Lawyers in Bohemia, can learnedly handle, though they come to him by th' gross: Inckles, Caddysses, Cambrics, Lawns: why he sings 'em over, as they were Gods, or Goddesses: you would think a Smock were a shee-Angell, he so chants to the sleeve-hand, and the work about the square on't: Prithee bring him in, and let him approach singing. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in's tunes. You have of these Pedlars, that have more in them, than you'd think (Sister.) I, good brother, or go about to think. Lawn as white as driven Snow, Cypress black as ere was Crow, Gloves as sweet as Damask Roses, Masks for faces, and for noses: Bugle-bracelet, Necke-lace Amber, Perfume for a Lady's Chamber: Golden Quoises, and Stomachers For my Lads, to give their deres: Pins, and poaking-stickes of steel. What Maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come: come buy, come buy, Buy Lads, or else your Lasses cry: Come buy. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take no money of me, but being enthralled as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain Ribbons and Gloves. I was promised them against the Feast, but they come not too late now. He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars. He hath paid you all he promised you:' May be he has paid you more, which will shame you to give him again. Is there no manners left among maids? Will they wear their plackets, where they should bear their faces? Is there not milking-time? When you are going to bed? Or kill-hole? To whistle of these secrets, but you must be tittle-tatling before all our guests? 'Tis well they are whispering: clamour your tongues, and not a word more. I have done; Come you promised me a tawdry-lace, and a pair of sweet Gloves. Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the way, and lost all my money. And indeed Sir, there are Cozeners abroad, therefore it behooves men to be wary. Fear not thou man, thou shalt lose nothing here I hope so sir, for I have about me many parcels of charge. What hast here? Ballads? Pray now buy some: I love a ballet in print, a life, for than we are sure they are true. Here's one, to a very doleful tune, how a Usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty money bags at a burden, and how she longed to eat Adders heads, and Toads carbonadoed. Is it true, think you? Very true, and but a month old. Bless me from marrying a Usurer. Here's the Midwives name to't: one Mist. Tale-Porter, and five or six honest Wives, that were present. Why should I carry lies abroad? Pray you now buy it. Come-on, lay it by: and let's first see more Ballads: we'll buy the other things anon.
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Hee hath Ribbons of all the colours i' th Rainebow; Points, more then all the Lawyers in Bohemia, can learnedly handle, though they come to him by th' groſſe: Inckles, Caddyſſes, Cambrickes, Lawnes: why he ſings em ouer, as they were Gods, or Goddeſſes: you would thinke a Smocke were a ſhee-Angell, he ſo chauntes to the ſleeue-hand, and the worke about the ſquare on't: Pre'thee bring him in, and let him approach ſinging. Forewarne him, that he vſe no ſcurrilous words in's tunes. You haue of theſe Pedlers, that haue more in them, then youl'd thinke (Siſter.) I, good brother, or go about to thinke. Lawne as white as driuen Snow, Cypreſſe blacke as ere was Crow, Gloues as ſweete as Damaske Roſes, Maskes for faces, and for noſes: Bugle-bracelet, Necke-lace Amber, Perfume for a Ladies Chamber: Golden Quoiſes, and Stomachers For my Lads, to giue their deers: Pins, and poaking-ſtickes of ſteele. What Maids lacke from head to heele: Come buy of me, come: come buy, come buy, Buy Lads, or elſe your Laſſes cry: Come buy. If I were not in loue with Mopſa, thou ſhouldſt take no money of me, but being enthrall'd as I am, it will alſo be the bondage of certaine Ribbons and Gloues. I was promis'd them againſt the Feaſt, but they come not too late now. He hath promis'd you more then that, or there be lyars. He hath paid you all he promis'd you: 'May be he has paid you more, which will ſhame you to giue him againe. Is there no manners left among maids? Will they weare their plackets, where they ſhould bear their faces? Is there not milking-time? When you are going to bed? Or kill-hole? To whiſtle of theſe ſecrets, but you muſt be tittle-tatling before all our gueſts? 'Tis well they are whiſpring: clamor your tongues, and not a word more. I haue done; Come you promis'd me a tawdry-lace, and a paire of ſweet Gloues. Haue I not told thee how I was cozen'd by the way, and loſt all my money. And indeed Sir, there are Cozeners abroad, therfore it behooues men to be wary. Feare not thou man, thou ſhalt loſe nothing here I hope ſo ſir, for I haue about me many parcels of charge. What haſt heere? Ballads? Pray now buy ſome: I loue a ballet in print, a life, for then we are ſure they are true. Here's one, to a very dolefull tune, how a Vſurers wife was brought to bed of twenty money baggs at a burthen, and how ſhe long'd to eate Adders heads, and Toads carbonado'd. Is it true, thinke you? Very true, and but a moneth old. Bleſſe me from marrying a Vſurer. Here's the Midwiues name to't: one Miſt. Tale-Porter, and fiue or ſix honeſt Wiues, that were preſent. Why ſhould I carry lyes abroad? 'Pray you now buy it. Come-on, lay it by: and let's firſt ſee moe Ballads: Wee'l buy the other things anon.