A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 25 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.77 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Richard, have you any further news yet from our shipping? Not yet, Sir; but by account from the last, when they Put from Dover, this Tide should bring them into Saint Catherine's Pool; the wind has been friendly. Listen their arrival, and bid the Gunner speak it In his loud thunder all the City over; Tingle the Merchants ears at the report Of my abundant wealth; now go with George. I shall do both, Sir. I must plainly now confess, Master Alderman, I shall gain much by you. The half of your Ship defrays my full cost. Beshrew me if I grudge it, being myself a Sufficient gainer by my venture, Sir. Still flows the Tide of my unhappiness, The stars shoot mischief, and every hour Is critical to me. How now woman? wracked in the heaven of felicity? What ail'st thou? I think the devil's mine enemy I hope so too; his hate is better than his friendship. Your brother, your good brother, Sir. What of him? he's in Ludgate again. No, he's in Highgate; he struts it bravely, An Alderman's pace at least. Why, these are Oracles, doubtful Enigma's! Why, I'm sure you have heard the news; he's married forsooth. How, married? no woman of repute would choose So slightly. A woman, in whose breast, I had thought had lived The very quintessence of discretion; and who is't, Think you? nay you cannot guess, though I should give You a day to riddle it; 'tis my Gossip, Man, the rich Widow of Cornhill. Fie, fie, 'tis fabulous. Are you my husband? then is she his wife; How will this upstart beggar shoulder up, And take the wall of you? his new found pride Will know no eldership. But wife, my wealth will five times double his, ere This Tide ebb again; I wonder I hear not the Brazen Cannon proclaim the Arrival of my Infinite substance. But beggars will be proud of little, and shoulder at the best. Let him first pay his old score, and then reckon; But that she:— ay, that's it mads me too. Would any woman, less to spite herself, So much profane the sacred name of wedlock: A Dove to couple with a Stork, or a Lamb a Viper? Content thee; Forgive her; she'll do so no more; She was a rich widow, a wife he'll make her poor. So Sir, you have closed it well; if so ill it prove, Leave it to proof, and wish not misery Unto your enemy look, here he comes. You say true 'tis my enemy indeed. Save you Master Alderman, I have some business with you. With me, Sir, and most welcome, I rejoice to see you. Do you observe, Sir; he will not know you now? jockey's a Gentleman now. Well fare rich widows, when such beggars flourish; But ill shall they fare, that flourish o'er such beggars. Ha, ha, ha. He laughs at you.
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Richard, have you any further newes yet from our shipping? Not yet, Sir; but by account from the last, when they Put from Dover, this Tide should bring them into Saint Catharins Poole; the winde has bin friendly. Listen their arrivall, and bid the Gunner speake it In his lowd thunder all the Citty over; Tingle the Merchants eares at the report Of my abundant wealth; now goe with George. I shall doe both, Sir. I must plainely now confesse, Master Alderman, I shall gaine much by you. The halfe of your Ship defrayes my full cost. Beshrew me if I grudge it, being my selfe a Sufficient gainer by my venter, Sir. Still flowes the Tide of my unhappinesse, The stars shoote mischiefe, and every houre Is criticall to me. How now woman? wrackt in the heaven of felicity? What ayl'st thou? I thinke the divel's mine enemy I hope so too; his hate is better than his friendship. Your brother, your goodbrother, Sir. What of him? hee's in Ludgate againe. No, hee's in Hye-gate; he struts it bravely, An Aldermans pace at least. Why, these are Oracles, doubtfull Enigmaes! Why, I'm sure you have heard the newes; Hee's marryed forsooth. How, marryed? no woman of repute would choose So slightly. A woman, in whose brest, I had thought had liv'd The very quintessence of discretion; and who is't, Thinke you? nay you cannot ghesse, though I should give You a day to riddle it; 'tis my Gossip, Man, the rich Widdow of Cornehill. Fye, fye, 'tis fabulous. Are you my husband? then is shee his wife; How will this upstart beggar shoulder up, And take the wall of you? his new found pride Will know no eldership. But wife, my wealth will five times double his, e'r This Tide ebbe againe; I wonder I heare not the Brazen Cannon proclame the Arrivall of my Infinite substance. But beggars will be proud of little, and shoulder at the best. Let him first pay his old score, and then reckon; But that shee:— I, that's it mads me too. Would any woman, lesse to spite her selfe, So much prophane the sacred name of wedlock: A Dove to couple with a Storke, or a Lambe a Viper? Content thee; Forgive her; shee'l doe so no more; She was a rich widdow, a wife hee'l make her poore. So Sir, you have clos'd it well; if so ill it prove, Leave it to proofe, and wish not misery Vnto your enemy looke, here he comes. You say true 'tis my enemy indeede. Save you Master Alderman, I have some businesse with you. With me, Sir, and most welcome, I rejoyce to see you. Doe you observe, Sir; he will not know you now? Iockeye's a Gentleman now. Well fare rich widowes, when such beggars flourish; But ill shall they fare, that florish o're such beggars. Ha, ha, ha. He laughes at you.