Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.84 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
You hear truth Sir. And with a Knight in Town, Sir Walter Whorehound. The very same Sir. I am the sorrier for't. The sorrier, Why cousen? 'Tis not too far past is't? It may be yet recalled? Recalled, why good Sir? Resolve me in that point ye shall hear from me. There's no Contract past. I am very joyful Sir. But he's the Man must bed her. By no means coz, she's quite undone then, And you'll curse the time that e'er you made the match, He's an arrant whoremaster, consumes his time and state,— whom in my knowledge he hath kept this 7 years, Nay coz, another Man's Wife too. O abominable! Maintains the whole house, apparels the husband, Pays servants wages, not so much, but— Worse and worse, & doth the husband know this? Knows? I and glad he may too, 'tis his living, As other Trades thrive, Butchers by selling Flesh, Poulters by venting coneys, or the like cous. What an incomparable wittol's this? Tush, what cares he for that? Believe me cous, no more than I do. What a base Slave is that? All's one to him, he feeds and takes his ease, Was ne'er the Man that ever broke his sleep, To get a Child yet by his own confession, And yet his Wife has seven. What, by Sir Walter? Sir Walter's like to keep 'em, and maintain 'em, In excellent fashion, he dares do no less Sir. Life has he Children too? Children? boy's thus high, In their Cato and Cordelius. What you jest Sir? Why, one can make a Verse, And is now at Eton College. O this news has cut into my Heart cous. It had eaten nearer if it had not been prevented. One Allwit's Wife. Allwit? 'Foot I have heard of him, He had a Girl Kursned lately? I that work did cost the Knight above a hundred mark. I'll mark him for a Knave and Villain for't, A thousand thanks and blessings, I have done with him. Ha, ha, ha, this Knight will stick by my ribs still, I shall not lose him yet, no Wife will come, where'er he woos, I find him still at home, Ha, ha, Well grant all this, say now his deeds are black, Pray what serves marriage, but to call him back, I have kept a Whore myself, and had a Bastard, By Mris Anne, in Anno I care not who knows it, he's now a jolly fellow, H'as been twice Warden, so may his fruit be, They were but base begot, and so was he, The Knight is rich, he shall be my son-in-law, No matter so the Whore he keeps be wholesome, My Daughter takes no hurt then, so let them wed, I'll have him sweat well ere they go to Bed. O Husband, Husband. How now Maudlin? We are all undone, she's gone, she's gone. Again, Death which way? Over the Houses: Lay the Waterside, she's gone for ever else.
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You heare truth Sir. And with a Knight in Towne, Sr Walter Whorehound. The verie ſame Sir. I am the ſorrier for't. The ſorrier, Why couſen? 'Tis not too farre paſt iſt? It may be yet recal'd? Recal'd, why good Sir? Reſolue me in that point ye ſhall heare from me. There's no Contract paſt. I am verie ioyfull Sir. But he's the Man muſt bed her. By no meanes cus, ſhe's quite vndone then, And you'le curſe the time that e're you made the match, He's an arrant whoremaſter, conſumes his time and ſtate, —whom in my knowledge he hath kept this 7 yeres, Nay cus, an other Mans Wife too. O ahbominable! Maintaines the whole houſe, apparels the husband, Payes ſeruants wadges, not ſo much, but — Worſe and worſe, & doth the husband know this? Knowes? I and glad he may too, 'tis his liuing, As other Trades thriue, Butchers by ſelling Fleſh, Poulters by venting Connies, or the like cous. What an incomparable Witall's this? Tuſh, what cares he for that? Beleeue me cous, no more then I doe. What a baſe Slaue is that? All's one to him, he feeds and takes his eaſe, Was ne're the Man that euer broake his ſleepe, To get a Child yet by his owne confeſſion, And yet his Wife has ſeuen. What, by Sr Walter? Sr Walter's like to keepe 'em, and maintaine 'em, In excellent faſhion, he dares doe no leſſe Sir. Life has he Children too? Children? Boyes thus high, In their Cato and Cordelius. What you ieſt Sir? Why, one can make a Verſe, And is now at Eaton Colledge. O this newes has cut into my Heart cous. It had eaten neerer if it had not beene preuented. One Allwit's Wife. Allwit? 'Foot I haue heard of him, He had a Girle Kurſned lately? I that worke did coſt the Knight aboue a hundred marke. I'le marke him for a Knaue and Villaine for't, A thouſand thankes and bleſſings, I haue done with him. Ha, ha, ha, this Knight will ſticke by my ribs ſtill, I ſhall not looſe him yet, no Wife will come, Where e're he woos, I find him ſtill at home, Ha, ha, Well grant all this, ſay now his deeds are blacke, Pray what ſerues marriage, but to call him backe, I haue kept a Whore my ſelfe, and had a Baſtard, By Mris Anne, in Anno I care not who knowes it, he's now a iolly fellow, H'as beene twice Warden, ſo may his fruit be, They were but baſe begot, and ſo was he, The Knight is rich, he ſhall be my Sonne-in-Law, No matter ſo the Whore he keepes be wholeſome, My Daughter takes no hurt then, ſo let them wed, I'le haue him ſweat well e're they goe to Bed. O Husband, Husband. How now Maudline? We are all vndone, ſhe's gone, ſhe's gone. Againe, Death which way? Ouer the Houſes: Lay the Water-ſide, ſhe's gone for euer elſe.