Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens typicality 0.77 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I mar'le what this Gentlewoman should be, That I should have in marriage, she's a stranger to me: I wonder what my Parents mean i'faith, To match me with a stranger so: A Maid that's neither kiss nor kin to me: Life do they think I have no more care of my Body, Then to lie with one that I ne'er knew, A mere stranger, One that ne'er went to School with me neither, Nor ever playfellows together, They're mightily o'erseen in't methinks, They say she has Mountains to her marriage, She's full of Cattle, some two thousand Runts, Now what the meaning of these Runts should be, My Tutor cannot tell me, I have looked in Riders dictionary for the Letter R, And there I can hear no tidings of these Runts neither, Unless they should be Rumford Hogs, I know them not, And here she comes, If I know what to say to her now In the way of marriage, I'm no Graduate, methinks i'faith 'tis boldly done of her To come into my Chamber being but a stranger, She shall not say I'm so proud yet, but I'll speak to her, Marry as I will order it, She shall take no hold of my words I'll warrant her, She looks and makes a curtsy, Salve tu quoque pvella puleherima, Quid vis nescio nec sane curo, Tully's own phrase to a Heart. I know not what he means, A Suitor quoth 'a? I hold my life he understands no English. Ferter me hercule tu virgo, Wallia vt opibus abundis maximis. What's this fertur and abundundis? He mocks me sure, and calls me a bundle of Farts. I have no Latin word now for their Runts, I'll make some shift or other: Itterum dico opibus abundat maximis montibus & fontibus & vt ita dicam Rontibus, attamen vero homauculus ego sum natura simule arte bachalarius lecto profecto non parata. This is most strange, may be he can speak Welsh, Auedera whee comrage, der due cog foginis. Cog foggin, I scorn to cog with her, I'll tell her so too in a word near her own Language: Ego non cogo. Rhegosin a whiggin harle ron corid ambre. By my faith she's a good scholar, I see that already She has the tongue's plain, I hold my life she has traveled, What will folks say? There goes the learned couple, Faith if the truth were known, she hath proceeded. How now, how speeds your business? I'm glad my Mother's come to part us. How do you agree forsooth? As well as e'er we did before we met. How's that? You put me to a Man I understand not, Your son's no English Man methinks. No English Man, bless my Boy, And borne i'the Heart of London? I ha' been long enough in the chamber with him, And I find neither Welsh nor English in him. Why Tim, how have you used the Gentlewoman? As well as a Man might do Mother, in modest Latin.
seed 43: T56 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I mar'le what this Gentlewoman ſhould be, That I ſhould haue in marriage, ſhe's a ſtranger to me: I wonder what my Parents meane I faith, To match me with a ſtranger so: A Mayd that's neither kiſſe nor kin to me: Life doe they thinke I haue no more care of my Body, Then to lye with one that I ne're knew, A meere ſtranger, One that ne're went to Schoole with me neither, Nor euer play-fellowes together, They'r mightily o're-ſeene in't me thinkes, They ſay ſhe has Mountaines to her marriage, She's full of Cattell, ſome two thouſand Runts, Now what the meaning of theſe Runts ſhould be, My Tutor cannot tell me, I haue look't in Riders Dixcionarie for the Letter R, And there I can heare no tydings of theſe Runts neither, Vnleſſe they ſhould be Rumford Hogges, I know them not, And here ſhe comes, If I know what to ſay to her now In the way of marriage, I'me no Graduate, Me thinkes I faith 'tis bouldly done of her To come into my Chamber being but a ſtranger, She ſhall not ſay I'me ſo proud yet, but I'le ſpeake to her, Marry as I will order it, She ſhall take no hold of my words I'le warrant her, She lookes and makes a courſey, Salue tu quo que puella puleherima, Quid vis neſcio nec ſane curo, Tully's owne phraſe to a Hart. I know not what he meanes, A Sutor quoth a? I hold my life he vnderſtands no Engliſh. Ferter me hercule tu virgo, Wallia vt opibus abundis maximis. What's this fertur and abundundis? He mockes me ſure, and calles me a bundle of Farts. I haue no Latine word now for their Runts, I'le make ſome ſhift or other: Itterum dico opibus abundat maximis montibus & fontibus & vt ita dicam Rontibus, attamen vero homauculus ego ſum natura ſimule arte bachalarius lecto profecto non parata. This is moſt ſtrange, may be he can ſpeake Welch, Auedera whee comrage, der due cog foginis. Cog foggin, I ſcorne to cog with her, I'le tell her ſo too in a word neere her owne Language: Ego non cogo. Rhegoſin a whiggin harle ron corid ambre. By my faith ſhe's a good ſcholler, I ſee that already She has the Tongues plaine, I hold my life ſhe has traueld, What will folkes ſay? There goes the learned couple, Faith if the truth were knowne, ſhe hath proceeded. How now, how ſpeeds your buſineſſe? I'me glad my Mothers come to part vs. How doe you agree forſooth? As well as e're we did before we met. How's that? You put me to a Man I vnderſtand not, Your Sonne's no Engliſh Man me thinkes. No Engliſh Man, bleſſe my Boy, And borne i'the Heart of London? I ha' been long enough in the chamber with him, And I find neither Welch nor Engliſh in him. Why Tim, how haue you vs'd the Gentlewoman? As well as a Man might doe Mother, in modeſt Latine.