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 T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
He means those they owe money too. Pray Sir what news at Court? Faith Sir the old stale news, black jacks are filled, and standing Cups emptied. I see then jacks are saucy in every corner, I have given it him under the list of the ear. 'Twas soundly, you see he's struck dead. Dancing Baboon! Farewell. To Coach, away. The Welsh Ambassador, has a Message to you sir. He will be with you shortly, when the moon's Horns are i'th' full. What's that they talk! Nothing but this, they have given it me soundly, I feel it under the lists of both ears, where's my wife! She's fall'n sick sir. The Nightmare rides her. Ha! sick! how sick! Of the falling sickness; you and my Master have used her to run away, that she has showed you another light pair of heels, she's gone Sir. Thou liest. It may be she lies by this time, but I stand to my words, I say again She's gone sir; cast your Cap at her, but she's gone hurried into a Coach drawn with four Horses. These her oaths, vows, protestations, damnations, a Serpent kissed the first woman; and ever since the whole sex have given suck to Adders. Run into th' Street, and if thou seest the privileged Bawdy house she went into, That runs on four wheels, the caroche sir. Cry to the whole City to stop her. I will sir, 'tis every man's case i'th' City, to have his wife stopped.— Well; what wilt thou say, if this be a plot, Of merriment betwixt thy wife and them, For them to come thus, and disguise her thus, Thus whorry her away to some by-town, But four or five miles distance from the City, Then must we hunt on Horseback, find our game See and not know her in this strange disguise, But the jest smelled out, shouts, and plaudities Must ring about the Table where she sits, Than you kissing her, I must applaud their wits. Well, I will once be gulled in this your Comedy, A while I'll play the wittol, I will wink Sir, One Bird you see is flown out of the nest, What Bird! A wagtail, after, fly all the rest. Come then. Pacheco. My Lord. It shall be so, to the King presently See my caroche be ready, furnish me To go to Court sir. Well Sir. Why my Lord? What sayst thou? You will overthrow the state Of that dear health which so much cost and time Have been a building up, your pores lying open Colds, Agues, and all enemies to pure bloods Will enter and destroy life. I will to Court. Pray my Lord stir not forth. Lay down, begone. The Air will pierce you. I ha' took cold already. When sir? When you counselled me to ride my horse. Nay that was well, how slept you the next night? Not a wink. All the better.
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He meanes those they owe money too. Pray Sir what newes at Court? Faith Sir the old stale newes, blacke Iackes are fill'd, and standing Cups emptyed. I see then Iackes are sawcie in euery corner, I haue giuen it him vnder the list of the eare. 'Twas soundly, you see he's strucke dead. Dauncing Baboone! Farewell. To Coach, away. The Welch Embassador, has a Message to you sir. Hee will bee with you shortly, when the Moones Hornes are i'th full. What's that they talke! Nothing but this, they haue giuen it me soundly, I feele it vnder the lists of both eares, where's my wife! She's falne sicke sir. The Night-mare rides her. Ha! sicke! how sicke! Of the falling sicknesse; you and my Master haue vs'd her to runne away, that she has shew'd you another light paire of heeles, she's gon Sir. Thou lyest. It may be she lyes by this time, but I stand to my words, I say agen She's gon sir; cast your Cap at her, but she's gon hurried into a Coach drawne with foure Horses. These her oathes, vowes, protestations, damnations, a Serpent kist the first woman; and euer since the whole sexe haue giuen sucke to Adders. Run into th' Street, and if thou seest the priuiledg'd Bawdy house she went into, That runs on foure wheeles, the Caroach sir. Cry to the whole City to stop her. I will sir, 'tis euery mans case i'th City, to haue his wife stop'd.— Well; what wilt thou say, if this be a plot, Of merriment betwixt thy wife and them, For them to come thus, and disguise her thus, Thus whorry her away to some by-Towne, But foure or fiue miles distance from the City, Then must we hunt on Horsebacke, find our game See and not know her in this strange disguise, But the jest smelt out, showts, and plandities Must ring about the Table where she sits, Then you kissing her, I must applaud their wits. Well, I will once be gull'd in this your Comedy, A while Ile play the Wittall, I will winck Sir, One Bird you see is flowne out of the nest, What Bird! A wagtaile, after, flye all the rest. Come then. Pacheco. My Lord. It shall be so, to the King presently See my Caroach be ready, furnish me To goe to Court sir. Well Sir. Why my Lord? What sayst thou? You will ouerthrow the state Of that deare health which so much cost and time Haue beene a building vp, your pores lying open Colds, Agues, and all enemies to pure bloods Wil enter and destroy life. I will to Court. Pray my Lord stirre not forth. Lay downe, begon. The Ayre will pierce you. I ha tooke cold already. When sir? When you councell'd me to ride my horse. Nay that was well, how slept you the next night? Not a winck. All the better.