R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Why then I pray keep your quantity of your wit, from the quality of my maidenhead, and ye shall find my maidenhead more than your wit. A witty maidenhead by this hand. Is my Mistress ready for dinner? Yes, if dinner be ready for my Mistress. Half an hour ago man. But prithee sir, is't for certain, for yet it cannot sink into my head, that she is to be married tomorrow. Troth, she makes little preparation, but it may be she wood be wedded, as she wood be bedded, privately. Bedded call ye it, and she be bedded no better than he'll bed her, she may lie Tantalized and eat wishes. Pox on him, they say he's the arrantst miser, we shall never live good day with him. Well, and she be s●ipt by threescore and ten, may she live sixscore and eleven, and repent twelve times a that's once an hour. Set meat o'th' board. Yes. Why does your fellow grumble so? I do not know. They say y'are to marry one that will feed us. With horse-plums, instead of Beef and cabbage. And are you grieved at that? No, but my friends are. What friends are grieved? My guts. So it seems, you begone Clown? Yes, and shall conclude coxcomb, and I be fed with herring bones,' 'sfoot, I say no more, but if we do want as much bread of our daily allowance, as wood dine a Sparrow, or as much drink as wood fox a Fly, I know what I know. And what do ye know sir? Why, that there goes but a pair of sheets, a promoter, and a knave, if you know more, take your choice of either. 'tis well sir, set on dinner. O Mistress, yonder's the mad gallant, Master Alexander Bloodhound entered into the Hall. Ye should have kept him out. Alas, ne'er a wench in town could do't he's so nimble, I had no sooner opened the door, but he thrust in ere I was aware. And how does my little handsome dainty, delicate, well-favoured, straight, and comely delicious bewitching Widow. God's-foot here's one runs division before the Fiddlers. Sir, this is no seasonable time of visit. 'tis pudding time wench, pudding time, and a dainty time, dinner time my nimble eyed witty one, wilt be married tomorrow sirrah. She will be mad tomorrow sirrah. What, art thou a fortune teller. A chip of the same block, a fool Sir. Good fool, give me a cup of cool Beer. Fill your Master a cool cup of Beer. Pish, I spoke to the fool. I thought y''had brought the fool with you Sir. Fool, 'tis my man, shalt sit i'faith wench, For once I be as merry as you are mad, and learn fashions, I am set you see Sir, but you must pardon Sir our rudeness, Fridays fare for myself, a dish of eggs and a rabbit, I looked for no stranger faces.
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Why then I pray keepe your quantitie of your wit, from the quality of my maydenhead, and yee shall find my maydenhead more then your wit. A witty maydenhead by this hand. Is my Mistresse ready for dinner? Yes, if dinner be ready for my Mistresse. Halfe an houre agoe man. But prithe sir, is't for certaine, for yet it cannot sink into my head, that she is to be married to morrow. Troth, shee makes little preparation, but it may be she wood be wedded, as sh wood be bedded, privatly. Bedded call ye it, and she be bedded no better then heele bed her, she may lie antaliz'd and eate wishes. Pox on him, they say hee's the arrantst . i er, we shall never live good day with him. Wel, and she be sipt by threescore and ten, may she live sixescore and eleven, and repent twelve times a that's once an houre. Set meate o'th board. Yes. Why doe's your fellow grumble so? I doe not know. They say y'are to marry one that will feede us. With horse-plummes, instead of Beefe and Cabidge. And are you grieu'd at that? No, but my friends are. What friends are grieu'd? My guts. So it seemes, you begon Clowne? Yes, and shall conclude Coxecombe, and I be fed with herring bones, 'sfooe, I say no more, but if wee de want as much bread of our dany allowance, as wood dine a Sparrow, or as much drinke as wood foxe a Flie, I know what I know. And what doe ye know sir? Why, that there goes but a paire of sheetes, a promoter, and a knave, if you know more, take your choice of either. Tis well sir, set on dinner. O Mistresse, yonder's the mad gallant, Master Alexander Bloodhound entred into the Hall. Ye should have kept him out. Alas, nere a wench in towne could doo't hee's so nimble, I had no sooner opened the doore, but hee thrust in ere I was aware. And how does my little handsome daintie, delicate, welfavoured, streight, and comely delicious bewitching Widdow. 'Sfoote here's one runs division before the Fidlers. Sir, this is no seasonable time of visite. Tis pudding time wench, pudding time, and a daintie time, dinner time my nimble eyd witty one, woot be married to morrovv sirrah. Shee will be mad to morrovv sirrah. What, art thou a fortune teller. A chip of the same blocke, a foole Sir. Good foole, give me a cup of coole Beere. your Master a coole cup of Beere. Pish, I spoke to the foole. I thought y'had brought the foole with you Sir. Foole, 'tis my man, shalt sit i'faith wench, For once I be as merry as you are mad, and learne fashions, I am set you see Sir, but you must pardon Sir our rudenesse, Fridayes fare for my selfe, a dish of egges and a Rabbet, I lookt for no stranger faces.