Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Rarely. what lure canst thou cast to fetch her off? Leave that to me, give me your purse. Do you hear Madam! The fatal Ball is cast, and though it fires All Spain, burn let it, hot as my desires: Have you dispatched? Yes. I assure your worship, my master will be a looser by you. It may be so, but your Mistress will not say so. Son I tell her of the rich embroidered stuff at home for the tops of gloves, and to make me muffs, if it please the Gentlewoman to take her man along, she shall not only see them, but certain stones, which I will have set only in one pair, I can tell you, you may so deal with me, you shall gain more than you think of. Mistress strike in with her. My Husband is from home, and I want skill To trade in such Commodities, but my man Shall wait upon your Ladyship. Nay, nay, come you, Your man shall go along to note my House, To fetch your Husband, you shall dine with us. Faith do forsooth, you'll not repent your match. Come, come you shall. I'll wait upon you Madam, Sirrah your cloak. Make up that ware, look to th'shop. If your Master come in, request him to stay till your fellow come for him. Come Mistress, on Son, nay, nay indeed you shall not, My Glove, one of my gloves lost in your shop. Run back sirrah. Do we'll softly afore. Make haste. A Glove! I saw none. Nor I, it dropped from her somewhere else then. I am called up to Dinner Bilbo. Are you, then make fast the shop door, and play out your set at Maw, for the Mistress of my Master's alley is trundled before, and my bowls must rub after. Fly then and a great one. She's out a'th' Alley, i'th' crank belike, run, run, run. Low stools, pray sit, my man shall fetch the stuffs And after Dinner you shall have those stones: A cup of wine; what drink you! Love you bastard! I'll give you the best in Spain. No wines at all. Have you been married long? Not long. I think your wedding shoes have not been oft untied. Some three times. Pretty Soul; No more! indeed You are the youngest Vine I e'er saw planted, So full of hope for bearing; methinks 'tis pity A Citizen should have so fair a Tree Grow in his Garden. I think him best worthy, To pluck the fruit, that sets it. Oh you'd ha' shone At Court like a full Constellation, Your Eyes are orbs of Stars. Muse my man stays. Your man is come, and sent to fetch your Husband, Trust me you shall not hence, till you have filled This banqueting room with some sweet thing or other: Your Husband's wondrous kind to you.
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Rarely. what lure canst thou cast to fetch her off? Leaue that to me, giue me your purse. Doe you heare Madam! The fatall Ball is cast, and though it fires All Spaine, burne let it, hot as my desires: Haue you dispatch'd? Yes. I assure your worship, my master will be a looser by you. It may be so, but your Mistris will not say so. Sonne I tell her of the rich imbrodered stuffe at home for the tops of gloues, and to make mee muffes, if it please the Gentlewoman to take her man along, shee shall not onely see them, but certaine stones, which I will haue set onely in one paire, I can tell you, you may so deale with me, you shall gaine more then you thinke of. Mistris strike in with her. My Husband is from home, and I want skill To trade in such Commodities, but my man Shall wait vpon your Ladiship. Nay, nay, come you, Your man shall goe along to note my House, To fetch your Husband, you shall dine with vs. Faith doe forsooth, you'l not repent your match. Come, come you shall. Ile wait vpon you Madam, Sirrah your cloake. Make vp that ware, looke to th'shop. If your Master come in, request him to stay till your fellow come for him. Come Mistris, on Sonne, nay, nay indeed you shall not, My Gloue, one of my gloues lost in your shop. Runne backe sirrah. Doe wee'll softly afore. Make haste. A Gloue! I saw none. Nor I, it drop'd from her somewhere else then. I am call'd vp to Dinner Bilbo. Are you, then make fast the shop doore, and play out your set at Maw, for the Mistris of my Masters alley is trundled before, and my bowles must rub after. Flye then and a great one. She's out a'th Alley, i'th Cranck belike, run, run, run. Low stooles, pray sit, my man shall fetch the stuffes And after Dinner you shall haue those stones: A cup of wine; what drinke you! Loue you bastard! Ile giue you the best in Spaine. No wines at all. Haue you beene married long? Not long. I thinke your wedding shooes haue not beene oft vnty'd. Some three times. Pretty Soule; No more! indeed You are the youngest Vine I e're saw planted, So full of hope for bearing; me thinks 'tis pitty A Citizen should haue so faire a Tree Grow in his Garden. I thinke him best worthy, To plucke the fruit, that sets it. Oh you'd h'a shon At Court like a full Constellation, Your Eyes are orbes of Starres. Muse my man stayes. Your man is come, and sent to fetch your Husband, Trust me you shall not hence, till you haue fill'd This banqueting roome with some sweet thing or other: Your Husband's wonderous kind to you.