Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.80 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Full fourteen years I lived a weary maid, Thinking no joy till I had got a husband. That was a tedious time indeed. I had one loved me well, and then ere long I grew into my longing peevishness. There was some pleasure ere you came to that. Then all the kindness that he would apply, Nothing could please; soon after it he died. That could be but little grief. Then worldly care did so o'erload my weakness, That I must have a second stay; I chose again, And there begins my griefs to multiply. It cannot be, friend; your husband's kind. A man of fair condition, well reputed. But it may be he has not that should please her. Peace Sirrah: how can your sorrows increase from him? How can they but o'erwhelm me? he keeps a Son That makes my state his prodigality; To him a brother, one of the City scandals; The tone the hand, the tother is the maw; And between both my goods are swallowed up; The full quantity that I brought amongst'em Is now consumed to half. The fire of your spleen wastes it; Good sooth Gossip, I could laugh at thee, and only grieve I have not some cause of sorrow with thee: Prithee be temperate, and suffer. 'tis good counsel mistress, receive it so. Canst thou devise to lay them half on me, And I'll bear ''em willingly. Would I could, that I might laugh another while: But you are wise to heed at others harms; You'll keep you happy in your widowhood. Not I in good faith, were I sure marriage Would make me unhappy. Try, try, you shall not need to wish; You'll sing another song, and bear a part In my grief's descant, when y'are vexed at heart: Your second choice will differ from the first: So oft as widows marry they are accursed. ay, cursed widows are; but if they had all stiff husbands To tame ''em, they'd be quiet enough. You'll be gone Sir, and see dinner ready. I care not if I do mistress, now my stomach's ready; Yet I'll stay a little and be but to vex you. When go you, Sirrah? I will not go yet. Ha, ha, ha, thou makest me laugh at thee; prithee stay, Nay then I'll go to vex you. You have a light heart Gossip. So should you Woman, would you be ruled by me: Come, we'll dine together, after walk abroad Unto my suburb garden, where if thou'lt hear, He read my heart to thee, and thou from thence Shalt learn to vex thy cares with patience. WElcome still my merchants of bona Speranza; What's your traffic bullies? What aware deal you in? Cards, Dice, Bowls, or Pigeon-holes; sort ''em yourselves; either Passage, Novum, or Mumchance? Say my brave Bursmen, what's your recreation? Dice mine Host: Is there no other room empty? Not a hole unstopped in my house, but this my Thrifts.
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Full fourteene yeeres I liv'd a weary mayde, Thinking no joy till I had got a husband. That was a tedious time indeede. I had one lov'd me well, and then ere long I grew into my longing peevishnesse. There was some pleasure ere you came to that. Then all the kindenesse that he would apply, Nothing could please; soone after it he died. That could be but little griefe. Then worldly care did so o'reload my weakenesse, That I must have a second stay; I chose againe, And there begins my griefes to multiply. It cannot be, friend; your husband's kinde. A man of faire condition, well reputed. But it may be he has not that should please her. Peace Sirra: how can your sorrowes encrease from him? How can they but o'rewhelme me? he keepes a Son That makes my state his prodigality; To him a brother, one of the Citty scandals; The tone the hand, the tother is the maw; And betweene both my goods are swallowed up; The full quantity that I brought amongst'm Is now consum'd to halfe. The fire of your spleene wasts it; Good sooth Gossip, I could laugh at thee, and onely grieve I have not some cause of sorrow with thee: Pthee be temperate, and suffer. Tis good counsell mistris, receive it so. Canst thou devise to lay them halfe on me, And e beare'm willingly. Would I could, that I might laugh another while: But you are wise to heede at others harmes; You'l keepe you happy in your widdowhood. Not I in good faith, were I sure marriage Would make me unhappy. Try, try, you shall not neede to wish; You'l sing another song, and beare a part In my griefes descant, when y'are vext at heart: Your second choyse will differ from the first: So oft as widdowes marry they are accurst. I, curst widdowes are; but if they had all stiffe husbands To tame'm, they'd be quiet enough. You'l be gone Sir, and see dinner ready. I care not if I doe mistris, now my stomack's ready; Yet Ile stay a little and be but to vex you. When goe you, Sirra? I will not goe yet. Ha, ha, ha, thou makest me laugh at thee; prethee stay, Nay then Ile goe to vex you. You have a light heart Gossip. So should you Woman, would you be ruld by me: Come, we'l dine together, after walke abroad Vnto my suburbe garden, where if thou'lt heare, He read my heart to thee, and thou from thence Shalt learne to vex thy cares with patience. VVElcome still my merchants of bona Speranza; What's your trafficke Bulleyes? What ware deale you in? Cards, Dice, Bowles, or Pigeon-holes; sort'm Your selves; either Passage, Novum, or Mumchance? Say my brave Bursmen, what's your recreation? Dice mine Host: Is there no other roome empty? Not a hole unstopt in my house, but this my Thrists.