Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
May we prove but as certain as you are confident in out other project, for recalling Constance to herself, and me then to her, these fetters being shaken off, may they prove golden ones to you, I shall not envy you. For her take no thought sir. The interest I have in her tutoress, with the work I have fashioned upon my Anvil, shall bring all to your wish. I expect to hear from him instantly. I'll freely resign your wish to you, and add half I have to augment her estate to you. Oh I tremble to think on her: her presence shakes the house like an earthquake: the outrage of Prentices is not so terrible to a Bawd or a Cutpurse, as her voice is to me. Yet to you she may be calm as the breath of friendship, and mild as the midnight whispers of chaste love. Sir, I profess my affection flies eagerly at her. she takes me deeply, however you have mistaken one another. Oh here comes my Anvil! methinks his very countenance invites me to strike him▪ though I know he does me good service now. 'tis done sir. I warrant she's placed, successfully, d'ee hear? How prithee? I have sent her before his Worship by a Constable. Who has he sent? before whose Worship? You shall know all. He has sent your cast whore before sir Paul. The Mystery, Gentlemen? The success shall unfold it in good time to your and my benefit? doubt not, if she but follow her instructions. Nay, if she be not Mistress of her Art, there is no deceit among Trade's men, no bribery among Officers, no bankrupt out of Ludgate, nor Whore out of Bridewell. And if I ha' not fitted her with a Second, my friend vex him, the Constable, then say there is no wit among Knaves, no want among Scholars, no rest in the grave, nor unquietness in Marriage, d'ee hear? Of which here comes the truest testimony. Out of my doors thou Miscreant. Nay sister. O governor, art here. Avoid my house, and that presently, I'll claw your skin off after your Livery else, and make you so much nakeder than time makes all other serving Creatures. Do you talk of turning away my Man? You shall give me leave to turn away your Howdee first, and then put off my, God a mercy how dost thou. Am I jeered? flouted to my face? Is this fit usage for a Wife? A Wife? a Witch. A Husband? a Hangman. Out puss. Nay sir, indeed the fault is yours most extremely now. Pray sir forbear to strain beyond a Woman's patience. Am I scorned and reviled? Ah, ha ha. Made a property for laughter? A ha, ha. Have I no friend, no Servant to command? Ah ha, ha, Has my Ladyship made me so lamentable a thing, that I have lost the power of a Mistress? You sir, run and call some friends to succour me, or I'll throttle you.
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May wee proue but as certaine as you are confident in out other proiect, for recalling Constance to her selfe, and mee then to her, these etters being shaken off, may they proe glden ones to you, I shall not envie you. For her take no thought sir. The intrest I haue in her Turesse, with the work I haue fashion'd vpon my Anvil, shall bring all to your wish. I expect to heare from him instantly. Ile freely resigne your wish to you, and adde halfe I haue to agment her estate to you. Oh I tremble o thinke on her: her presence shakes the house like an earthquake: the outrage of Prentizes is not so terrible to a Bawd or a Cutpurse, as her voyce is to me. Yet to you shee may be calme as the breath of friendship, and milde as the midnight whispers of chast loue. Sir, I professe my affection flies eagerly at her. Shee takes me deepely, how euer you haue mistaken one another. Oh here comes my Anvile! Mee thinkes his very countenance invites me to strike him▪ though I know hee dos me good service now. Tis done sir. I warrant shee's plac'd, succesfully, dee heare? How prithee? I haue sent her before his Worship by a Constable. Who has he sent? before whose Worship? You shall know all. He has sent your cast whore before sir Paul. The Mistery, Gentlemen? The successe shall vnfold it in good time to your and my benefit? doubt not, if she but follow her instructions. Nay, if shee be not Mistris of her Art, there is no deceit among Trades men, no bribery among Officers, no bankrupt out of Ludgate, nor Whore out of Bridewell. And if I ha' not fitted her with a Second, my friend vex hm, the Constable, then say there is no wit among Knaes, no want among Schollers, no rest in the graue, nor vnquietnesse in Mariage, dee heare? Of which here comes the truest testimony. Out of my doores thou Miscreant. Nay sister. O governour, art here. Avoyd my house, and that presently, Ile claw your skin off after your Liuory else, and make you so much nakeder then time makes all other seruing Creatures. Doe you talke of turning away my Man? You shall give me leaue to turne away your Howdee first, and then put off my, God a mercy how dost thou. Am I ieerd? flowted to my face? Is this fit vsage for a Wife? A Wife? a Witch. A Husband? a Hangman. Out pusse. Nay sir, indeed the fault is yours most extreamly now. Pray sir forbeare to straine beyond a Womans patience. Am I scornd and reuild? Ah, ha ha. Made a property for laughter? A ha, ha. Haue I no friend, no Seruant to command? Ah ha, ha, Has my Ladiship made me so lamentable a thing, that I haue lost the power of a Mistris? You sir, run and call some frends to succour me, or Ile thratle you.