R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.90 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
He makes at you forsooth. Let him come, I have ever an English virtue to put by a Welsh. O noble widows, her heart was full of woes. No noble Welshman, her heart was in her hose. ' Sounds, was that her manners to take away Randalls cups? No, it showed scurvy. take't you at worst then. Whelp of the Devil, thou shalt see thy Sire for't. Gentlemen what mean ye? Let her come, let her come, Randalls will redeem reputations her warrant her. Redeem your wit sir, first for you Sir, you are a stranger, and see you,— but you, fie Master Bloodhound. Ha, Bloodhound, good sir let me speak with you. Sounds, what do Randalls amongst bloodhounds, good widows lend her an ear. Ancient Young, how false our memories have played through long discontinuance, but why met here man, is Mars so bad a paymaster, that our Ancients fight under Cupid's Banner? Faith this was but a sudden start begotten from distraction of some fortunes, I pursue this Widow but for want of wiser work. The Welshman labours at it. A pair of a hundred of seepes, thirty brave Cows, and twelve dozen of Runts. Twelve dozen of Goose. Give her but another hark? He has the mortgage still, and I have a handsome sister, do but meet at the Fountain in Fleetstreet after dinner, o I will read thee a History of happiness, and thou shalt thank me. A, reade all's well, or weapons. A word Iarvis? Oh brave widows, her will meet her there, her know her times and her seasons, her warrant her, Randalls will make these brave Gallants hang her selfes in those garters of willow Garlands about her pates, mark her now, and remember. Adieu sweet widow, for my ordinary— 'twas not so much worth Sir. You mean, 'twere worth more then, and that's another handsomely begged. You conclude women cunning beggars then. Yes, and men good benefactors, my best wishes wait on so sweet a Mistress— will ye walk? I'll follow ye, wilt think on't soon at night, or not at all? I wood not have my wishes wronged, if I should bring it about handsomely, you can be honest? Can, dost conclude me a sattin cheat? No, a smooth Gallant sir, do not you fail to be here soon at nine, still provided, you will be honest, if I convey you not under her bed, throw me atop o'th' Tester, and lay me out o'th' way like a rusty bilbo. Enough, drink that, fare well, Widow, Fate, the Destinies, and the three ill favoured Sisters, have concluded the means, and when I am thy Husband? I shallbe your wife. Do but remember these cross Capers, than ye pitter sweet one? Till then adieu ye bitter sweet one. This dinner would have showed better in bed-lane, and she a other side, holdeth her whole nest of suitors play, what Art decks the dark Labyrinth of a woman's heart.
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He makes at you forsooth. Let him come, I have ever an English vertue to put by a welch. O noble Widdowes, her heart was full of woes. No noble Welchman, her heart was in her hose. 'Sounds, was that her manners to take away Randalls cups? No, it shewed scurvy. Tak't you at worst then. Whelpe of the Devill, thou shalt see thy Sire for't. Gentlemen what meane ye? Let her come, let her come, Randals will redeeme reputations her warrant her. Redeeme your wit sir, first for you Sir, you are a stranger, and see you,—but you, fie Master Bloodhound. Ha, Bloodhound, good sir let me speake with you. Sounds, what doe Randals amongst ploodhounds, good Widdowes lend her an eare. Ancient Young, how false our memories have plaid through long discontinuance, but why met here man, is Mars so bad a pay-master, that our Ancients fight under Cupids Banner? Faith this was but a sudden start begotten from distraction of some fortunes, I pursue this Widow but for want of wiser worke. The Welchman labours at it. A payre of a hundred of seepes, thirtie prave Cowes, and twelue dozen of Runts. Twelve dozen of Goose. Give her but another harke? He has the morgage still, and I have a handsome sister, doe but meet at the Fountaine in Fleetestreete after dinner, ô I will reade thee a History of happines, and thou shalt thanke me. A, reade all's well, or vveapons. A word Iarvis? Oh prave VViddowes, her vvill meete her there, he know her times and her seasons, her warrant her, Randalls will make these prave Gallants hang her selfes in those garters of willow Garlands apout her pates, marke her now, and remember. Adiew sweet widdow, for my ordinary— Twas not so much worth Sir. You meane, 'tvvas worth more then, and that's another handsomely beg'd. You conclude women cunning beggers then. Yes, and men good benefactors, my best wishes wait on so sweet a Mistris—will ye walke? Ile follow yee, woo't thinke on't soone at night, or not at all? I wood not have my wishes wrong'd, if I should bring it about handsomely, you can be honest? Can, do'st conclude me a'satt in cheate? No, a smooth Gallant sir, doe not you faile to bee here soone at nine, still provided, you wil be honest, if I convey you not under her bed, throvv me a top o'th Tester, and say mee o o'th way like a rusty Bilboe. Enough, drinke that, fare el, Widdovv, Fate, the Destinies, and the three ill favoured Sisters, have concluded the meanes, and vvhen I am thy Husband? I shalbe your vvife. Doe but remember these crosse Capers, then yee pitter sweete one? Till then adiew ye bitter sweete one. This dinner would have shewed better in bed-lane, and shee a tother side, holdeth her whole nest of suters play, vvhat Art decks the darke Labyrinth of a womans heart.