Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Show me the mischief, that hath abused us all. Can you conceal him longer? In thus much▪ to conjure you by your Manhood; to do nothing that law may question, to your, or our disvantage: we shall not need, For our own ●ight, to do ourselves misdeed. Therefore take this in hand.— You do instruct me well. Pray let me see him. Oh for a large Window, one of the last edition, to leap out with half my life or limbs. Lo ye lo ye, the worst like man to Sir Philip ye saw in all your days. Mischievous Devil! What magical madness conjured you into this shape? Indeed I'll conjure you out on't. Oh hold: for heaven's sake hold. I'll confess. Nay, indeed I'll beat you a little first, you'll confess the better. 'twill come the easier from you. 'tis a good preparative. Oh! oh, I'll confess any thing. No sir, not any thing. But the truth the truth sir. The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth to help me— You would be swearing now would you? there's for that. No indeed, indeed, and indeed la I will not. Good sir no more. What may this poor thing be, that br●●' it y but now? I'll tell you Lady. The most notorious, base, beaten Rascal about the Town. 'twere lost breathe to say more by him. He is as you see▪ Only is name is Anvil: and they that know him not, call him Captain. Anvil? Pray sit let me try in▪ blade on him too. I pray thee do, to lave me a labour: for he is not half beaten yet. Oh, oh. Ladies speak for me. ha' you no mercy? Hold. No more. Well sir, thank the Ladies. Now sir, put this lady's favour here in your pocket; and keep it there till I call for it. And mark what I say, if ever I find thee without this Instrument or the like, when I shall call for it, to beat them (mark me) indeed I'll beat thee dead. And now to your examination. How got your rotten Mutton ship into this Lion's case? was it by the Owners knowledge? was the Master of these Clothes privy to your undertaking? Answer sirrah, bonafide, I or no. No upon my life; only his Man abused me for my Money. What presumption made you think so vilely of these Gentlewomen? Sir Phillips own words to his Man, upon a letter this Lady delivered to him this Morning. The Error's found. Her name you say is Constance, which likewise is the name of a prostituted Strumpet, with whom, 'tis thought, the wantonness of his youth hath held former familiarity; and now it seems makes doubt, imagining that letter to be hers, that she pretends a claim to him. Right sir: which he took so contemptuously, that instantly he resolved to marry the Widow, Mistress Fitchow; and was this Morning married privately in a Chamber, within an hour after you saw him. And I undone than. And I if it be so.
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Shew me the mischiefe, that hath abus'd vs all. Can you conceale him longer? In thus much▪ to coniure you by your Manhood; to doe nothing that law may question, to your, or our disuantage: we shall not need, For our owne ight, to doe our selues misdeed. Therefore take this in hand.— You doe instruct me well. Pray let me see him. Oh for a large Window, one of the last edition, to leape out with halfe my life or limbs. Lo yee lo yee, the worst like man to Sir Phillip yee saw in all your dayes. Mischeiuous Diuell! What magicall madnesse coniur'd you ito this shape? Indeed Ile coniure you out on't. Oh hold: for heauens sake hold. Ile confesse. Nay, indeed Ile beat you a little first, you'll confesse the better. Twill come the easier from you. Tis a good preparatie. Oh! oh, ile cofsse any thing. No sir, nt any thing. But the truth the truth sir. The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth hlpe me— You would be swearig now would you? there's for tht. No indeed, indeed, and indeed la I will not. God sir no more. What may this poore thing bee, that br' it o bu nw? Ile tll you Lady. The most notorious, base, beatn Rascall out the Towne. Twere lst breath to say more by him. He is as you see▪ Onely is name is Anvile: and they that know him not, call im Capaine. Anvile? Pray sit let me try in▪ blade on him too. I pray thee doe, to laue me a lbour: for hee is not hlf batn yet. Oh, oh. Ladies speake for me. ha' you no mercy? Hold. No more. Well sir, thanke the Ladies. Now sir, put this Ladies fauour here in your pcket; and keepe it there till I call fr it. And marke what I say, if ever I find thee without this Instrument or the like, when I shall call for it, to beat the (marke me) indeed le eat thee . And now to your xamination. How got your rotten Mutton ship into this Lyos case? was it by the Owners knowledge? was the Master of these Cloathes priuy to your vndertaking? Answer sirah, bonafide, I or no. No vpon my life; only his Man abus'd mee for my Moey. What presumption made you thinke so vilely of thee Getlewomen? Sir Phillips owne words to his Man, vpon a letter this Lady deliuer'd to him this Morning. The Error's found. Her name you say is Constance, which likewise is the name of a prostituted Strumpet, with whom, tis thought, the wantonnesse of his youth hath held former familiarity; and now it seemes makes doubt, imagining that letter to be hers, that she pretends a claime to him. Right sir: which hee tooke so contemptuously, that instantly he resolued to mary the Widow, Mistris Fitchow; and was this Morning married priuately in a Chamber, within an houre after you saw him. And I vndone than. And I if it bee so.