Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 499 words
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You that have tricks can counterfeit. Hold, hold Maudlin. I have brought your jewel by the Hair. She's here Knight. Forbear or I'll grow worse. Look on her Tutor, she hath brought her from the Water like a Mermaid, she's but half my Sister now, as far as the Flesh goes, the rest may be sold to Fishwives. Dissembling cunning baggage. Impudent Strumpet. Either give over both, or I'll give over: Why have you used me thus unkind Mistress? Wherein have I deserved? You talk too fondly Sir, we'll take another course and prevent all, we might have done't long since, we'll lose no time now, nor trust to't any longer, tomorrow morn as early as Sun rise we'll have you joined. O bring me Death tonight, Love pitying Fates, Let me not see tomorrow up upon the World. Are you content Sir, till then she shall be watched? Baggage you shall. Why Father, my Tutor and I will both watch in Armour. How shall we do for Weapons? Take you no care for that, if need be I can send for conquering metal Tutor, ne'er lost day yet, 'tis but at Westminster, I am acquainted with him that keeps the Monuments, I can borrow Harry the Fifth's Sword, 'twill serve us both to watch with. I never was so near my wish, as this chance Makes me, ere tomorrow noon, I shall receive two thousand pound in Gold, And a sweet Maidenhead Worth forty. O thy news splits me. Half drowned, she cruelly tugged her by the Hair, Forced her disgracefully, not like a Mother. Enough, leave me like my joys, Sir saw you not a wretched Maid pass this way? Heart Villain, is it thou? Yes Slave, 'tis I. I must break through thee then, there is no stop That checks my Tongue, and all my hopeful fortunes, That Breast excepted, and I must have way. Sir I believe 'twill hold your life in play. Sir you'll gain the Heart in my Breast at first? There is no dealing then, think on the Dowry for two thousand pounds. O now 'tis quit Sir. And being of even hand, I'll play no longer. No longer Slave? I have certain things to think on, Before I dare go further. But one bout? I'll follow thee to death, but ha''t out. A misery of a House. What shall become of us? I think his wound be mortal. Thinkest thou so Davy? Then am I mortal too, but a dead Man Davy, This is no world for me, whene'er he goes, I must e'en truss up all, and after him Davy, A Sheet with two knots, and away. O see Sir, How faint he goes, two of my Fellows lead him. O me! Hyday, my wife's laid down too, here's like to be A good House kept, when we are altogether down, Take pains with her good Davy, cheer her up there, Let me come to his Worship, let me come.
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You that haue trickes can counterfeit. Hold, hold Maudline. I haue brought your Iewell by the Hayre. She's here Knight. Forbeare or I'le grow worſe. Looke on her Tutor, ſhe hath brought her from the Water like a Mermayd, ſhe's but halfe my Siſter now, as farre as the Fleſh goes, the reſt may be ſold to Fiſhwiues. Deſembling cunning baggage. Impudent Strumpet. Either giue ouer both, or I'le giue ouer: Why haue you vſde me thus vnkind Miſtris? Wherein haue I deſerued? You talke too fondly Sir, we'le take another courſe and preuent all, we might haue don't long ſince, we'le looſe no time now, nor truſt to't any longer, to morrow morne as early as Sunne riſe we'le haue you ioyn'd. O bring me Death to night, Loue pittying Fates, Let me not ſee to morrow vp vpon the World. Are you content Sir, till then ſhe ſhall be watch't? Baggage you ſhall. Why Father, my Tutor and I will both watch in Armour. How ſhall we doe for Weapons? Take you no care for that, if need be I can ſend for conquering mettall Tutor, ne're loſt day yet, 'tis but at Weſtminſter, I am acquainted with him that keepes the Monuments, I can borrow Harry the Fifth's Sword, 'twill ſerue vs both to watch with. I neuer was ſo neere my wiſh, as this chance Makes me, ere to morrow noone, I ſhall receiue two thouſand pound in Gold, And a ſweet Mayden-head Worth fourtie. O thy newes ſplits me. Halfe drown'd, ſhe cruelly tug'd her by the Hayre, Forc't her diſgracefully, not like a Mother. Enough, leaue me like my Ioyes, Sir ſaw you not a wretched Mayd paſſe this way? Heart Villaine, is it thou? Yes Slaue, 'tis I. I muſt breake through thee then, there is no ſtop That checkes my Tongue, and all my hopefull fortunes, That Breaſt excepted, and I muſt haue way. Sir I beleeue 'twill hold your life in play. Sir you'le gaine the Heart in my Breſt at firſt? There is no dealing then, thinke on the Dowrie for two thouſand pounds. O now 'tis quit Sir. And being of euen hand, I'le play no longer. No longer Slaue? I haue certaine things to thinke on, Before I dare goe further. But one bout? I'le follow thee to death, but ha't out. A miſerie of a Houſe. What ſhall become of vs? I thinke his wound be mortall. Think'ſt thou ſo Dauy? Then am I mortall too, but a dead Man Dauy, This is no world for me, when e're he goes, I muſt e'ne truſſe vp all, and after him Dauy, A Sheet with two knots, and away. O ſee Sir, How faint he goes, two of my Fellowes lead him. O me! Hyday, my wife's layd downe too, here's like to be A good Houſe kept, when we are altogether downe, Take paynes with her good Dauy, cheere her vp there, Let me come to his Worſhip, let me come.