Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
You'd look then, Just like the Devil striding over a night mare. Made of a miller's daughter. A pox on you, were you so nigh, I'm taken Like a Blackbird in the great snow, this white Pawn grinning over me. And now because I will not foul my clothes Ever hereafter? for white quickly soils you know. I prithee get thee gone, Than I shall smut thee. I'll put that to venture, now I have Snapped thee, thou shalt do all the dirty drudgery, That slavery was ever put too. I shall cozen you, You may chance come and find your work undone, For I'm too proud to labour, i'll starve first, I tell you that before hand. I will fit you then with a black Whip, that shall not be behind hand. Pish, I have been used to whipping, I have whipped myself three miles out of Town In a morning, I can fast a fortnight, and Make all your meat stink, and lie upon your hands. To prevent that, your food shall be Black berries, and upon gaudy days a pickled Spider cut out like Anchovies: I'm not to Learn a month's ordinary, come fir, will you firk. Soft, soft you, you have no such Bargain on't, if you look well about you. I'm snapped too, a black Pawn in the breech of me: we three look like a bird spit, a white Chick Between two russet Woodcocks. I'm glad of this. But you shall have small cause, for i'll firk you. And i'll firk you again. And I'll firk you again. Mas here will be old firking, I shall Have the worst on't, for I can firk nobody, we draw together now for all the world. Like three flies with one straw through their buttocks. This is the room he did appear to me in, And look you, this the Magical glass, that showed him. I find no motion yet, what should I Think on't? a sudden fear invades me, A faint trembling under this omen As oft felt the panting of a Turtle, Under a stroking hand. That bodes good luck still, Sign you shall change state speedily: for that trembling Is always the first symptom of a bride, For any vain fears that may accompany His apparition, by my truth to friendship I quite you of the least, never was object More gracefully presented, the very air Conspires to do him honour, and treats Sweet vocal sin as if a bridegroom enters: Which argues the blessed harmony of your loves. And will the using of my name produce him. Nay of yours only, else the wonder halted, To clear you of that doubt: i'll put the difference In practice, the first thing I do, and make His invocation in the name of others. That will satisfy me much.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You'd looke then, Iuſt like the Diuell ſtriding ouer a night mare. Made of a Millers daughter. A pox on you, were you ſo nigh, I'me taken Like a Blacke-bird in the great ſnow, this white Pawne grinning ouer me. And now becauſe I will not foule my clothes Euer hereafter? for white quickly ſoyles you know. I prethe get thee gone, Then I ſhall ſmut thee. Ile put that to venture, now I haue Snapt thee, thou ſhalt do all the durty drugery, That ſlauery was euer put too. I ſhall couſen you, You may chance come and finde your worke vndone, For I'me too proud to labour, ile ſtarue firſt, I tell you that before hand. I will fit you then with a blacke Whip, that ſhall not be behind hand. Piſh, I haue beene vſed to whipping, I haue whipt my ſelfe three miles out of Towne In a morning, I can faſt a fortnight, and Make all your meate ſtinke, and lye vpon your hands. To preuent that, your foode ſhall be Blacke berries, and vpon gaudy daies a pickled Spider cut out like Anchouis: Ime not to Learne a monthes ordinary, come fir, will you firke. Soft, ſoft you, you haue no ſuch Bargaine on't, if you looke well about you. I'me ſnapt too, a blacke Pawne in the breech of me: Wee three looke like a bird ſpit, a white Chick Betweene two ruſſet Wood-cockes. I'me glad of this. But you ſhal haue ſmal cauſe, for ile firke you. And ile firke you agen. And Ile firke you againe. Mas here will be old firking, I ſhall Haue the worſt on't, for I can firke no body, Wee draw together now for all the world. Like three flies with one ſtraw throgh their buttocks. This is the roome he did appeare to me in, And looke you, this the Magicall glaſſe, that ſhew'd him. I finde no motion yet, what ſhould I Thinke on't? a ſuddaine feare inuades me, A faint trembling vnder this omen As oft felt the panting of a Turtle, Vnder a ſtroaking hand. That boads good lucke ſtill, Signe you ſhall chang ſtate ſpeedily: for that trembling Is alwayes the firſt ſymptome of a bride, For any vaine feares that may accompany His apparitian, by my truth to friendſhip I quite you of the leaſt, neuer was obiect More gracefully preſented, the very ayre Conſpires to do him honor, and treats Sweet vocall ſinne as if a bride-groome enters: Which argues the bieſt harmony of your loues. And will the vſing of my name produce him. Nay of yours only, els the wonder halted, To cleare you of that doubt: ile put the difference In practiſe, the firſt thing I do, and make His inuocation in the name of others. That will ſatiſfie me much.