Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
O Snaphance, have I found you. How Snaphance? Do you see your workmanship, Nay turn not from it, nor offer to escape, for if you do, I'll cry it through the Streets, and follow you. Your name may well be called Tuchwood, a Pox on you, You do but touch and take, thou hast undone me, I was a Maid before, I can bring a Certificate for it, From both the churchwardens. I'll have the Parsons Hand too, or I'll not yield to't. Thou shalt have more thou Villain, nothing grieves me, but Ellen my poor cousen in Derbyshire, thou hast cracked her marriage quite, she'll have a bout with thee. Faith when she will I'll have a bout with her. A Law 'bout Sir I mean. True, Lawyers use such bouts as other Men do, And if that be all thy grief, I'll tender her a Husband, I keep of purpose two or three Gulls in pickle To eat such mutton with, and she shall choose one. Do but in courtesy faith Wench excuse me, Of this half yard of Flesh, in which I think it wants A Nail or two. No, thou shalt find Villain It hath right shape, and all the Nails it should have. Faith I am poor, do a charitable deed Wench, I am a younger Brother, and have nothing. Nothing, thou hast too much thou lying villain Unless thou wert more thankful. I have no dwelling, I broke up House but this morning, Pray thee pity me, I am a good Fellow, faith have been too kind To people of your Gender, if I hait Without my Belly, none of your Sex shall want it, That word has been of force to move a Woman. There's tricks enough to rid thy Hand on't Wench, Some rich man's Porch, tomorrow before day, Or else anon i'the evening, twenty devices, Here's all I have, i'faith, take purse and all, And would I were rid of all the Ware i'the Shop so. Where I find manly dealings I am pitiful, This shall not trouble you. And I protest Wench, the next I'll keep myself. Soft, let it be got first. This is the fifth, if e'er I venture more Where I now go for a Maid, may I ride for a Whore. what shift she'll make now with this piece of flesh In this strict time of Lent, I cannot imagine, Flesh dare not peep abroad now, I have known This City now above this seven years, But I protest in better state of government, I never knew it yet, nor ever heard of, There has been more religious wholesome Laws In the half circle of a year erected For common good, than memory ever knew of, Setting apart corruption of Promoters, And other poisonous Officers that infect And with a venomous breath taint every goodness.
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O Snaphance, haue I found you. How Snaphance? Doe you ſee your workemanſhip, Nay turne not from it, nor offer to eſcape, for if you doe, I'le cry it through the Streets, and follow you. Your name may well be called Tuchwood, a Pox on you, You doe but touch and take, thou haſt vndone me, I was a Mayd before, I can bring a Certificate for it, From both the Church-Wardens. I'le haue the Parſons Hand too, or I'le not yeeld to't. Thou ſhalt haue more thou Villaine, nothing grieues me, but Ellen my poore couſen in Darbiſhiere, thou haſt crack't her marriage quite, ſhe'le haue a bout with thee. Faith when ſhe will I'le haue a bout with her. A Law bout Sir I meane. True, Lawyers vſe ſuch bouts as other Men doe, And if that be all thy griefe, I'le tender her a Husband, I keepe of purpoſe two or three Gulls in pickle To eat ſuch Mutten with, and ſhe ſhall chuſe one. Doe but in courteſie faith Wench excuſe me, Of this halfe yeard of Fleſh, in which I thinke it wants A Nayle or two. No, thou ſhalt find Villaine It hath right ſhape, and all the Nayles it ſhould haue. Faith I am poore, doe a charitable deed Wench, I am a younger Brother, and haue nothing. Nothing, thou haſt too much thou lying villaine Vnleſſe thou wert more thankefull. I haue no dwelling, I brake vp Houſe but this morning, Pray thee pittie me, I am a good Fellow, faith haue beene too kind To people of your Gender, if I ha'te Without my Belly, none of your Sexe ſhall want it, That word has beene of force to moue a Woman. There's trickes enough to rid thy Hand on't Wench, Some rich-mans Porch, to morrow before day, Or elſe anone i'the euening, twentie deuiſes, Here's all I haue, I faith, take purſe and all, And would I were rid of all the Ware i'the Shop ſo. Where I find manly dealings I am pitifull, This ſhall not trouble you. And I proteſt Wench, the next I'le keepe my ſelfe. Soft, let it be got firſt. This is the fifth, if e're I venture more Where I now goe for a Mayd, may I ride for a Whore. what ſhift ſhele make now with this peece of fleſh In this ſtrict time of Lent, I cannot imagine, Fleſh dare not peepe abroad now, I haue knowne This Citie now aboue this ſeuen yeers, But I proteſt in better ſtate of gouernement, I neuer knew it yet, nor euer heard of, There has beene more religious wholeſome Lawes In the halfe cirkle of a yeere erected For common good, then memorie euer knew of, Setting apart corruption of Promoters, And other poyſonous Officers that infect And with a venemous breath taint euerie goodneſſe.