A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 28 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Experience must bear with folly; Thou art all innocent, And thy name is Lambskin; grave Sapience guides me, And I care not a pin for thy squibs, and thy Crackers, My old dry wood shall make a lusty bonfire, when Thy green Chips shall lie hissing in the Chimney- Corner. Remember Mistress, I can make you a Lady by Mine own experience. Prithee do not stand troubling the Gentlewoman With thy musty sentences, but let her love be laid Down betwixt us like a pair of Cudgels, and into Whose hands she thrusts the weapons first, let him Take up the Bucklers. A match between us Must I be stickler then? We are both to run at the Ring of your setting Up, and you must tell us who deserves most favour. But will you stand both at my disposing? Else let me never stand but in a Pillory. You love me both you say? By this hand.— Hand? Zounds by the four and twenty Elements. Pray spare your oaths; I do believe you do You would not else make all this stir to woo. Sir Godfrey, you are a knight both tough and old, A rotten building cannot long time hold. Speedwell, live well, die well, and be hanged well. Revenge your copy well, your experience will not carry it else. Y'are rich too, at least yourself so say; What though? y'are but a gilded man of clay. A man of Gingerbread; i'faith I could find in My heart to eat him. Should I wed you, the fire with frost must marry Ianuary and May; I for a younger tarry. That's l; introth I'll be thy young Lambskin; thou shalt Find me as innocent as a sucking Dove: speak, Sweet mistress, am I the youth in a basket? You are the sweet youth Sir, whose pretty eyes Would make me love; but you must first be wise. Ah, hah, is your coxcomb cut? I see experience must Board this fair Pinnace: a word in private, I'll have no words in private, unless I hear too. Come Gentlemen, we'll make few Winds about it; Merchants in Bargaining must not, like Soldiers lying at a siege, stay Months, weeks, days, but strike at the first parley. Broad-clothes, and Wools, and other rich Commodities, I Lately from your brother bought, are all your own. 'Tis well. Then be not angry gentle Sir, If now a string be touched, which hath too long Sounded so harshly over all the City; I now would wind it to a musical height. Good Master Alderman I think that string will still Ostend mine ear; You mean the jarring Twixt me and my brother? In troth the same. I hate no poison like that brother's name O Fie, not so. uncivil churl, when all his sails were up. And that his proud heart danced on golden ways: As heaven be thanked it still does.
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Experience must beare with folly; Thou art all innocent, And thy name is Lambskin; grave Sapience guides me, And I care not a pin for thy squibs, and thy Crackers, My old dry wood shall make a lusty bonefire, when Thy greene Chips shall lye hissing in the Chimney- Corner. Remember Mistris, I can make you a Lady by Mine owne experience. Prethee doe not stand troubling the Gentlewoman With thy musty sentences, but let her love be laid Downe betwixt us like a paire of Cudgells, and into Whose hands she thrusts the weapons first, let him Take up the Bucklers. A match betweene us Must I be stickler then? We are both to run at the Ring of your setting Vp, and you must tell us who deserves most favour. But will you stand both at my disposing? Else let me never stand but in a Pillory. You love me both you say? By this hand.— Hand? Zoundes by the foure and twenty Elements. Pray spare your oathes; I doe believe you doe You would not else make all this stir to wooe. Sir Godfry, you are a knight both tough and old, A rotten building cannot long time hold. Speedewell, livewell, dye well, and be hang'd well. your coppy well, your experience will not carry it else. Y'are rich too, at least your selfe so say; What though? y'are but a gilded man of clay. A man of Ginger-bread; y'faith I could finde in My heart to eate him. Should I wed you, the fire with frost must marry Ianuary and May; I for a younger tarry. That's l; introth I'le be thy young Lambskin; thoushalt Finde me as innocent as a sucking Dove: speake, Sweete , am I the youth in a basket? You are the sweete youth Sir, whose pretty eyes Would make me love; but you must first be wise. Ah, hah, is your coxcombe cut? I see experience must Boord this faire Pinnace: a word in private, I'l have no words in private, unlesse I heare too. Come Gentlemen, we'l make few Winds about it; Merchants in Bargaining must not, like Souldiors lying at a siege, stay Moneths, weekes, daies, but strike at the first parley. Broad-clothes, and Woolls, and other rich Commodities, I Lately from your brother bought, are all your owne. 'Tis well. Then be not angry gentle Sir, If now a string be touch'd, which hath too long Sounded so harshly over all the Citty; I now would winde it to a musicall height. Good Master Alderman I thinke that string will still Ostend mine eare; You meane the jarring Twixt me and my brother? In troth the same. I hate no poyson like that brothers name O Fye, not so. Vncivill churle, when all his sailes were up. And that his proud heart danc'd on golden wayes: As heaven be thank'd it still does.