R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Let's ha''t, let's hait. Mark Moll. Young, say she be young, young Mutton's sweet, content is above Gold, if like an old Cock he with young Mutton meets, he feeds like a Cuckold. A very pretty pithy one, I protest, look and Moll d'ee not laugh, shalt have a pair of gloves for thee, what leather dost love? Calf Sir, sheep's too simple for me. Nay, 'tis a witty notable knave, he should never serve me else. My Mistress remembers her love, and requests you would endure her so much to your patience, as to read that. Love letters, love lies, dost mark Sim, these Women are violent, Sim, whilst I read the lie, do you rail to him upon the Brewer, swear has deceived us, and save a cup of Beer by't. I will save you a cup at that rate fir. I can make thee a hundred a year jointure wench, at the first indeed, I began with petty businesses wench, and here I picked, and there I picked, but now I run through none but things of Value. Sir, many thoughts trouble me, and your words carry such weight, that I will choose a time, when I have nothing else to do, to think on 'em. By my troth, she talks the wittiliest, and I wood understand her. Oh nimble, nimble Widow, I am sorry we have no better friends, but pray commend me, though in a blunt dry Commendations at the time and place appointed, I wonot fail, I know she has a nest of suitors, and would carry't close, because she fears surprisal. What news Father? Shalt lie there all night son. Was that the first news I heard on't. I must meet a friend i'th' dark soon, let me see, we lovers are all a little mad, do you and Moll take a turn or two i'th' garden, whilst Sim and I go up into the Garret and device, the guests come. He's a little mad, and I had best hang him upon the cross beam in the Garret. Come Moll, come Molkin, we'll even to the camomile bed, and talk of household stuff, and be sure thou remember'st a Trade. Please ye go before Sir? Nay, an old Ape has an old eye, I shall go before, and thou wilt show me a Love-trick, and lock me into the Garden, butterflies, I will come discreetly behind Moll. Out upon him, what a suitor have I got, I am sorry you are so bad an Archer sir. Why Bird, why Bird? Why, to shoot at butts, when you should use prick-shafts, short shooting will lose ye the game, I allow you sir. Her mind runs sure upon a Fletcher, or a Bowyer, howsoever, I'll inform against both the Fletcher, for taking whole money for piec't arrows, the Bowyer for horning the head men of his Parish, and taking money for his pains. Some rich Canary boy. Anon, anon Sir.
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Let's ha't, lets ha'te. Marke Moll. Young, say she be yong, young Mutton's sweete, content is above Gold, if like an old Cocke he with yong Mutton meetes, he feedes like a Cuckold. A very pretty pithy one, I protest, looke and Moll dee not laugh, shalt have a payre of gloves for thee, what leather do'st love? Calfe Sir, shp's too simple for me. Nay, 'tis a witty notable knave, he should never serve me else. My Mistresse remembers her love, and requests you would endure her so much to your patience, as to reade that. Love letters, love lies, do'st marke Sim, these Women are violent, Sim, whilst I reade the lie, doe you rayle to him upon the Brewer, sweare has deceiv'd us, and saue a cup of Beere by't. I will save you a cup at that rate fir. I can make thee a hundred a yeere joynture wench, at the first indeed, I began vvith petty businesses wench, and here I pickt, and there I pickt, but novv I runne through none but things of Value. Sir, many thoughts trouble me, and your words carry such vveight, that I will chuse a time, when I have nothing else to doe, to thinke on 'em. By my troth, she talkes the vvittiliest, and I wood understand her. Oh nimble, nimble Widdow, I am sorry wee haue no better friends, but pray commend me, tho in a blunt dry Commendations at the time and place appointed, I wonnot faile, I know she has a nest of suters, and wo'd carry't close, because she feares surprisall. What newes Father? Shalt lie there all night sonne. VVas that the first nevves I heard on't. I must meete a friend i'th darke soone, let me see, we lovers are all a little mad, doe you and Moll take a turne or two i'th garden, whilest Sim and I goe up into the Garret and device, the guesse come. He's a little mad, and I had best hang him upon the crosse beame in the Garret. Come Mol, come Molkin, wee'le even to the Camamile bed, and talke of houshold stuffe, and bee sure thou remembrest a Trade. Please ye goe before Sir? Nay, an old Ape has an old eye, I shall goe before, and thou vvoo't shevv mee a Love-tricke, and locke mee into the Garden, butterflies, I will come discreetely behind Moll. Out upon him, what a suiter have I got, I am sorry you are so bad an Archer sir. VVhy Bird, why Bird? VVhy, to shoote at Buts, vvhen you shou'd prick-shafts, short shooting vvill loose ye the game, I a you sir. Her minde runnes sure upon a Fletcher, or a Bowyer, hovvsoeuer, Ile informe against both the Fletcher, for taking vvhole money for piec't arrovves, the Bowyer for horning the head men of his Parish, and taking money for his paines. Some rich Canarie boy. Anon, anon Sir.