Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 477 words
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O that e'er I was begot, or bred, or borne. Be content sweet Wife. What's here to do now? I hold my life she's in deep passion For the imprisonment of veal and Mutton Now kept in garrets, weeps for some calf's Head now, methinks her husband's Head might serve with Bacon. Hist. Patience sweet Wife. Brother I have sought you strangely. Why what's the business? With all speed thou canst procure a Licence for me. How, a Licence? Cuds-foot she's lost else, I shall miss her ever. Nay sure thou shalt not miss so fair a mark For thirteen shillings four pence. Thanks by hundreds. Nay pray thee cease, I'll be at more cost yet, Thou know'st we are rich enough. All but in blessings, And there the Beggar goes beyond us. O, o, o, To be seven years a Wife and not a Child, o not a Child. Sweet Wife have patience. Can any Woman have a greater cut? I know 'tis great, but what of that Wife? I cannot do with all, there's things making By thine own doctor's advice at Pothecaries, I spare for nothing Wife, no if the price Were forty marks a spoonful, I'd give a thousand pound to purchase fruitfulness, 'Tis but bating so many good works In the erecting of Bridewells and Spittle-houses, And so fetch it up again, for having none I mean to make good deeds my Children. Give me but those good deeds, and I'll find Children. Hang thee, thou hast had too many. Thou liest brevity. O horrible, dar'st thou call me brevity? Dar'st thou be so short with me? Thou deservest worse. Think but upon the goodly Lands and Livings That's kept back through want on't. Talk not on't pray thee, Thou'lt make me play the Woman, and weep too. 'Tis our dry barrenness puffs up Sir Walter, None gets by your not-getting, but that Knight, He's made by th' means, and fats his fortunes, shortly In a great Dowry with a goldsmith's Daughter. They may be all deceived, Be but you patient Wife. I have suffered a long time. Suffer thy Heart out, a Pox suffer thee. Nay thee, thou desertless Slave. Come, come, I ha' done, You'll to the Gossipping of Mr Allwit's Child? Yes, to my much joy, Every one gets before me, there's my Sister Was married but at Barthomew-eve last, And she can have two Children at a birth, O one of them, one of them would ha' served my turn. Sorrow consume thee, thou art still crossing me, And know'st my nature. O Mistress, weeping or railing, That's our House harmony. What sayst Iugg? The sweetest news. What is't Wench? Throw down your doctor's drugs, They're all but Heretics, I bring certain remedy That has been taught, and proved, and never failed. O that, that, that or nothing.
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O that e're I was begot, or bred, or borne. Be content ſweet Wife. What's here to doe now? I hold my life ſhe's in deepe paſſion For the impriſonment of Veale and Mutton Now kept in Garets, weepes for ſome Calues Head now, Me thinkes her Husbands Head might ſerue with Bacon. Hiſt. Patience ſweet Wife. Brother I haue ſought you ſtrangely. Why what's the buſineſſe? With all ſpeed thou canſt procure a Licence for me. How, a Licence? Cuds-foot ſhe's loſt elſe, I ſhall miſſe her euer. Nay ſure thou ſhalt not miſſe ſo faire a marke▪ For thirteene ſhillings foure pence. Thankes by hundreds. Nay pray thee ceaſe, I'le be at more coſt yet, Thou know'ſt we are rich enough. All but in bleſſings, And there the Begger goes beyond vs. O, ô, ô, To be ſeuen yeeres a Wife and not a Child, ô not a Child. Sweet Wife haue patience. Can any Woman haue a greater cut? I know 'tis great, but what of that Wife? I cannot doe with all, there's things making By thine owne Doctors aduice at Poticaries, I ſpare for nothing Wife, no if the price Were fortie markes a ſpoone-full, I'de giue a thouſand pound to purchaſe fruitfulneſſe, 'Tis but bating ſo many good workes In the erecting of Bridewels and Spittle-houſes, And ſo fetch it vp againe, for hauing none I meane to make good deeds my Children. Giue me but thoſe good deeds, and I'le find Children. Hang thee, thou haſt had too many. Thouly'ſt breuitie. O horrible, dar'ſt thou call me breuitie? Dar'ſt thou be ſo ſhort with me? Thou deſerueſt worſe. Thinke but vpon the goodly Lands and Liuings That's kept backe through want on't. Talke not on't pray thee, Thou'lt make me play the Woman, and weepe too. 'Tis our dry barrenneſſe puffes vp Sr Walter, None gets by your not-getting, but that Knight, He's made by th' meanes, and fats his fortunes, ſhortly In a great Dowry with a Gold-Smiths Daughter. They may be all deceiued, Be but you patient Wife. I haue ſuffred a long time. Suffer thy Heart out, a Poxe ſuffer thee. Nay thee, thou deſertleſſe Slaue. Come, come, I ha' done, You'le to the Goſſiping of Mr Allwits Child? Yes, to my much ioy, Euerie one gets before me, there's my Siſter Was married but at Bartholmew-eeue laſt, And ſhe can haue two Children at a birth, O one of them, one of them would ha' ſeru'd my turne. Sorrow conſume thee, thou art ſtill croſſing me, And know'ſt my nature. O Miſtris, weeping or rayling, That's our Houſe harmony. What ſay'ſt Iugg? The ſweeteſt newes. What iſt Wench? Throw downe your Doctors Drugges, They're all but Heretikes, I bring certaine remedy That has beene taught, and proued, and neuer fayl'd. O that, that, that or nothing.