A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 35 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Well Sir, I shall. Spend what he will, my purse shall pay it all; And at his parting hence, the poorest prisoner, And all free Citizens that live in Ludgate, Shall bless his coming in; I'll for his sake Do something now, that whilst this City stands, Shall keep the Foster's name engraven so high, As no black storm shall cloud their memory. Heaven bless your purpose, Sir. Sister, there's no way to make sorrow light But in the noble bearing; be content; Blows given from heaven are our due punishment; All ship wracks are no drownings, you see buildings Made fairer from their Ruins; he that I married, The brother to your husband, lay, you know, On the same bed of misery, yet now he's ranked with the best Citizens. O you were borne to wealth and Happiness; ay, to want and scorn! Come, I will work my husband; stay this grief. The longest sorrow finds at last relief. Now Sir, your business. Marry mistress here are two creatures Se able to make one man, desires to speake With you. What are they, know their names. Nay, I know that already; the one is a Thing that was placed into the World, by the head and shoulders to be Wondered at, and 'tis called a knight; the other Is a coach-horse of the same overriden race; And that's a foolish Gentleman. O, they are my old debtors, Speedwell and Lambskin Go call them in, and my gentle sister Comfort yourself and my imprisoned brother, To whom commend me give to him this gold, What good I can, I'll do for him be bold. May heavenly blessings guard you from all ill: Never was woman vexed as I am still. Now good Sir Godfrey and Master Innocent. I put my innocent case into your hands Mistress, as a simple country Client thrusts his money Into a lawyer's, who stands upon no great rmes to take it. We come about the old business, the sickness of the purse Lady And they'd be loath to keep their beds i'th' counter Mistress; they are afraid of Sergeants, Master Lambskin, Knows that Mace is a binder. No truly it makes me lose for I never smell it, though It be two streets off, but it gives me a stool presently, ay, you have been a loose liver always, 'Tis time to look to you. Fair Lady, we are your debtors, and owe you money. Experience tells us that our bonds are forfeit, For which your husband threatened to arrest us; my Shoulders love no such clappings, I love Tobacco, but would be loath to drink in Woodstreet. Pipes; some money we will pay ere we go hence: I speak you see with grave experience. I know it well, Sir. Had not your husband (when we went about fowling For the Alderman's daughter) driven away the Bird We might have bidden you to a better breakfast; But now you must take what we can set before you.
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Well Sir, I shall. Spend what he will, my purse shall pay it all; And at his parting hence, the poorest prisoner, And all free Citizens that live in Ludgate, Shall blesse his comming in; I'l for his sake Doe something now, that whil'st this Citty stands, Shall keepe the Foster's name engraven so high, As no blacke storme shall cloud their memory. Heaven blesse your purpose, Sir. Sister, there's no way to make sorrow light But in the noble bearing; be content; Blowes given from heaven are our due punishment; All ship wracks are no drownings, you see buildings Made fairer from their Ruines; he that I married, The brother to your husband, lay, you know, On the same bed of misery, yet now Hee's ranckt with the best Citizens. O you were borne to wealth and Happinesse; I, to want and scorne! Come, I will worke my husband; stay this griefe. The longest sorrow findes at last reliefe. Now Sir, your businesse. Marry mistris here are two creatures Se able to make one man, desires to speake With you. What are they, know their names. Nay, I know that already; the one is a Thing that was pluc'd into the World, by the head and shoulders to be Wondered at, and 'tis cald a knight; the other Is a coach-horse of the same over-ridden race; And that's a foolish Gentleman. O, they are my old debtors, Speedwell and Lambskin Goe call them in, and my gentle sister Comfort your selfe and my imprison'd brother, To whom commend me give to him this gold, What good I can, I'l doe for him be bold. May heavenly blessings guard you from all ill: Never was woman vext as I am still. Now good Sir Godfry and Master Innocent. I put my innocent case into your hands Mistris, as a simple country Clyent thrusts his money Into a Lawyers, who stands upon no great rmes to take it. We come about the old businesse, the sicknesse of the purse Lady And they'd be loth to keepe their beds i'th'counter Mistris; they are affraid of Serjeants, Master Lambskin, Knowes that Mace is a binder. No truly it makes me loose for I never smell it, though It be two streetes off, but it gives me a stoole presently, I, you have bin a loose liver alwayes, 'Tis time to looke to you. Fayre Lady, we are your debtors, and owe you mony. Experience tels us that our bonds are forfeit, For which your husband threatned to arrest us; my Shoulders love no such clappings, I love Tobacco, but would be loth to drinke in Woodstreet. Pipes; some money we will pay ere we goe hence: I speake you see with grave experience. I know it well, Sir. Had not your husband (when we went about fowling For the Aldermans daughter) driven away the Bird We might have bidden you to a better breakefast; But now you must take what we can set before you.