R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.82 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Strange, mine's a good face i'faith, prithee Buss. Why here's one comes to the business now. Sirrah, wilt have the old fellow? Your Father, yes. I tell thee thou shalt not, no, no, I have such— There's but one raw bit Sir? Thy jester sure shall have a coat. Let it be of your own cut Sir? Nay, nay, nay, two to one is extremity— but as I was telling thee, I have such a husband for thee, so knowing, so discreet, so sprightly, fill a Cup of Claret, so; Admirably, in desires so excellently, Admirably deserving, that an old man, fie, fie, prithee— ha to thee. The man's mad sure. Mad, by this hand, a witty Gallant. Prithee peace, shalt hear a Song. What copes-mate's this trow, who let him is? By this light, a fellow of an excellent breeding. He came unbidden, and brought his stool with him. Look Mistress, how they stare one at another? Yes, and swell like a couple of gibbed Cats, met both by chance i'th' dark, in an old Garret. Look, look, now there's no fear of the wild beasts, they have forgot their spleens, and look prettily, they fall to their pasture, I had thought they had been angry, and they are hungry. Are they none of Duke Humfrey's furies, do you think, that they devised this plot in Paul's to get a dinner? Time may produce as strange a truth. Let's note them. Her loved her once, her loved her no more, Saint Travis so well as her loved her then. Another Bar, this is the Cook-maids leaving, open the door, and this is the daintiest dish she has sent in, a Widgia in Welsh sauce— pray let's make a merry day on't. What do her keep open house, had her heard her was widows that dwelled here, are you widows good womans? I want a husband Sir. Angle Randalls comes in very good times, you keep Ordinaries her think, what have you set a cat before gallants there? They will eat him for the second course— these are suitors to my Mistress sure, things that she sleights, set your fear boldly in, Widows are not caught as maids kiss, faintly, but as Mastiffs fight, valiantly. Is her so, I pray bid her Mistress observe Randalls for valours, and brave adventures? Some Beer. Let them want nothing. Here Widow. I thank you Sir. Some Wine. Here is Wine for you Sir. Randalls will not be outbraved I warrant her. Here Widow. I thank you too Sir, Sounds some Metheglings here. What does he call for? Here are some eggs for you Sir. Eggs man, some Metheglings, the wine of Wales. Troth sir here's none i'th' house, pray make a virtue of necessity, and drink to her in this glass of Claret. Well, because her will make a great deals of necessities of virtues, mark with what a grace Randalls will drink to her Mistress.
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Strange, mine's a good face ifaith, prithee Busse. Why here's one comes to the businesse now. Sirrah, woot have the old fellow? Your Father, yes. I tell thee thou shalt not, no, no, I have such— There's but one raw bit Sir? Thy Iester sure shall have a coate. Let it be of your owne cut Sir? Nay, nay, nay, two to one is extremitie—but as was telling thee, I have such a husband for thee, so knowing, so discreete, so sprightly, fill a Cup of Claret, so; Admirably, in desires so excellently, Admirably deserving, that an old man, fie, fie, prethe—ha to thee. The man's mad sure. Mad, by this hand, a witty Gallant. Prithee peace, shalt heare a Song. What copes-mate's this trow, who let him is? By this light, a fellow of an excellent breeding. He came unbidden, and brought his stoole with him. Looke Mistresse, how they stare one at another? Yes, and swell like a couple of gib'd Cats, met both by chance i'th darke, in an old Carret. Look, looke, now ther's no feare of the wild beasts, they have forgot their spleenes, and looke prettily, they fall to their pasture, I had thought they had bin angry, and they are hungry. Are they none of Duke Humsreyes furies, doe you thinke, that they devis'd this plot in Pauls to get a dinner? Time may produce as strange a trueth. Let's note them. Her loved her once, her loved her no more, Saint Tauis so well as her loved her then. Another Barre, this is the Cooke-maids leaving, ope the doore, and this is the daintiest dish shee has sent in, a Widgia in Welch sawce—pray lets make a merry day on't. What doe her keepe open house, had her heard her was Widdovves that dwelt here, are you Widdowes good wons? I want a husband Sir. Augle Randalls comes in very good times, you keep Ordinaries her thinke, what have you set a cat before gallants there? They will eate him for the second course—these are suters to my Mistris sure, things that she sleights, set your feere boldly in, Widowes are not caught as maids kisse, faintly, but as Mastiffes fight, valiantly. Is her so, I pray bid her Mistresse observe Randals for valours, and prave adventures? Some Beere. Let them want nothing. Here VVidow. I thanke you Sir. Some Wine. Here is Wine for you Sir. Randals will not be outprav'd I warrant her. Here VVidow. I thanke you too Sir, Sounds some Metheglings here. What does he call for? Here are some egges for you Sir. Egges man, some Metheglings, the wine of Wales. Troth sir here's none i'th house, pray make a versue of necessitie, and drinke to her in this glasse of Claret. Well, because her will make a great deales of necessities of vertues, marke with what a grace Randals will drinke to her Mistresse.