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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
But now and she speak she spoils all, or if he call her by my Mistress his name, hast thou no: tricks to enjoin them both to silence till they come sure. Phaw, that's a stale one, she shall speak to him in her own accent, he shall call her by her own name leaving out the Bawd, yet she shall violently believe he loves her, and he shall confidently believe the same which he requires, and she but presents. Fall off, she comes. Iaruis. Here I have discovered him, 'tis he by his coughs, remember your instructions, & use few words, for though till tonight you knew it not, and will he married early in the morning, to prevent a vintner's Widow, that lays claim to him. Iaruis. Good old man, I know him by his tongue. Is she come? is she come Iaruis? Ask her if she wood live sir, she walks a loose yonder. We shall cozen all her wooers. Nay, amongst all of you, we'll cozen one great one, that had laid a pernicious plot this night, with a cluster of his roaring friends to surprise her, carry her down to the water side, pop her in at Puddle-dock, and carry her to graves's end in a pair of Oars. What, what is his name I prithee. he's a Knight abounding in deeds of charity, his name Sir Nicholas Name. And wood he pop her in at Puddle-dock? And he could but get her down there. By my troth we shall pop him fairly, where is she? where is she? Ha, do you not perceive a fellow walk up and down muffled yonder? There is something walks. That fellow has dogged us all the way, and I fear all is frustrate. Not I hope man. This 'tis to be in love, if I do not dwindle. I know him now. 'tis none of Sir Nicholas spies, is't? He serves him. He wonot murder me, will he? He shall not touch you, only I remember this afternoon, this Fellow by what he had gathered by caves dropping, or by frequent observation, asked me privately if there were no meeting betwixt you and my Mistress tonight in this place, for a Widow he said he knew you were to meet. Good. Now I handsomely threw dust in's eyes, and yet kept the plot swift a foot too, I told him you were here to meet a Widow too, whom you long loved, but would not let her know't till this afternoon, naming to him one of my Ants, a Widow by Fleet-ditch, her name is Mistress Grey, and she keeps diverse Gentlewomen lodgers. Good again. To turn the scent then, and to cheat Inquisition the more ingeniously. And to bob Sir Nicholas most neatly. be sure all this night studably in the hearing of any that ye shall but suspect to be within hearing to call her nothing but Mistress Coote. Or Widow Coote.
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But now and shee speake shee spoiles all, or if hee call her by my Mistris his name, hast thou no: trickes to enioyne them both to silence till they come sure. Phaw, that's a stale one, she shall speake to him in her owne accent, hee shall call her by her owne name leauing out the Bawd, yet she shall violently beleeue he loues her, and hee shall confidently beleeue the same which hee requires, and she but presents. Fall off, shee comes. Iaruis. Here I haue discouered him, 'tis he by his coughes, remember your instructions, & vse few words, for though till to night you knew it not, and will he married early in the morning, to preuent a Vintners Widdow, that layes clay me to him. Iaruis. Good old man, I know him by his tongue. Is shee come? is shee come Iaruis? Aske her if shee wood liue sir, shee walkes a loose yonder. We shall cozen all her woers. Nay, amongst all of you, weele cozen one great one, that had layd a pernitious plot this night, with a cluster of his roaring friends to surprize her, carry her downe to the water side, pop her in at Puddle-dock, and carry her to Graues end in a payre of Oares. What, what is his name I prithee. Hee's a Knight abounding in deedes of charity, his name Sir Nicholas Name. And wood he pop her in at Puddle-dock? And he cood but get her downe there. By my troath we shall pop him fairely, where is shee? where is shee? Ha, doe you not perceiue a fellow walke vp and downe muffled yonder? There is something walkes. That fellow has dogd vs all the way, and I feare all is frustrate. Not I hope man. This tis to be in loue, if I doe not dwindle. I know him now. Tis none of Sir Nicholas spies, is't? Hee serues him. He wonnot murder mee, will hee? He shall not touch you, onely I remember this after-noone, this Fellow by what he had gathered by caues dropping, or by frequent obseruation, ask'd me priuately if there were no meeting betwixt you and my Mistris to night in this place, for a Widdow hee said hee knew you were to meete. Good. Now I hansomly threw dust in's eyes, and yet kept the plot swift a foote too, Itold him you were heere to meete a Widdow too, whom you long loued, but would not let her know't till this after-noone, naming to him one of my Aunts, a Widdow by Fleete-Ditch, her name is Mistris Gray, and she keepes diuers Gentlewomen lodgers. Good agen. To turne the sent then, and to cheat Inquisition the more ingeniously. And to bob Sir Nicholas most neatly. Bee sure all this night studably in the hearing of any that ye shall but suspect to be within hearing to call her nothing but Mistris Coote. Or Widdow Coote.