R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.71 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Was ferry exceeding dark, but here is high pumps, sure here is two copy of cross ways, and there was the street where Grace dwells, one hundred pound in mornings in round shillings, and wife worth one thousand ere her go to bed. Randalls fortunes comes tumbling in, like lawyer's Fees, huddle upon huddle. Oh sweet Ancient, keep thy word, and win my heart, They say, a Moonshine night is good to run away with another man's wife, but I am sure a dark night is best to steal away my Father's daughter. Mary. Oh, are ye come Sir? there's a box of Land and livings, I know not what ye call it. Lands, and livings? Nay, nay, and we talk, we are undone, do ye not see the Watch coming up Gracious-street yonder, this Cross way was the worst place we could have met at, but that is yours, and I am yours, but good Sir do not blame me, that I so suddenly yielded to your love, alas you know what a match an't I should have tomorrow else. Her means the scurvy Ancient. I'th' morning we shall be Man and Wife, and then, alas I am undone, the Watch are hard upon us, got you back through Cornhill, I'll run round about the Change, by the Church corner: down Cat-eaten street, and meet you at Bartholomew Lane end. cat's street was call her, sure Randalls was wrapped in mother's smock. Keep straight towards Bishopsgate, I am deceived and I heard not somebody run that way. Stay Sir, here's somebody come from Aldgate-ward? Alas, I shall be hanged for staying so long for this Cuff. Come before the Constable here. Let the Constable come before me and he please. How, how, where ha' you been pray Dame, ha? For my Mistress Ruff, at her Seamstress Sir, she must needs use it tomorrow, and that made me stay till 'twas done. Pray who's your Mistress, where dwell ye? With one Mistress Wag in Blackfriars, next to the sign of the Feathers and the Fool sir. Oh, I know her very well, make haste home, 'tis late. Come, come, let's back to Gracechurch, all's well, all's well. I scaped the Watch at Bishopsgate with ease, there is somebody turning down the Church corner towards the Exchange, it may be Mistress Mary. Ancient. Yes. Are ye here again, you have nimbly followed me; what said the Watch to ye? I passed them easily, the gates are but now shut in. As we go, I'll tell you such a tale of a Welsh wooer, and a lamentable Love-letter. Yes, Sim told me of such a Rat, and where he lodges, I thought I should have met him here. Here, out upon him:— But the Watches walk their station, and in few words is safety, I hope you will play fair, and lodge me with the Maid ye told me of.
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Was ferry exceeding darke, but here is high pumps, sure here is two copie of crosse wayes, and there was the street where Grace dwells, one hundred pound in mornings in round shillings, and vvife worth one thousand ere her goe to bed. Randalls fortunes comes tumbling in, like Lawyers Fees, hudole vpon huddle. Oh sweet Antient, keepe thy word, and winne my heart, They say, a Moone-shine night is good to runne away with another mans wife, but I am sure a darke night is best to steale away my Fathers daughter. Mary. Oh, are ye come Sir? there's a boxe of Land and livings, I know not what ye call it. Lands, and livings? Nay, nay, and wee talke, we are undone, doe ye not see the Watch comming up Gracious-streete yonder, this Crosse way was the worst place wee could have met at, but that is yours, and I am yours, but good Sir doe not blame me, that I so suddenly yeelded to your love, alas you know what a match an't I should have to morrow else. Her meanes the scurvy Ancient. I'th morning wee shall bee Man and Wife, and then, alas I am undone, the Watch are hard upon us, got you backe through Cornehill, Ile runne round about the Change, by the Church corner: downe Cat-eaten streete, and meete you at Bartholomew Lane end. Cats streete was call her, sure Randalls was wrapt in mothers smocke. Keepe streight towards Bishops-gate, I am deceived and I heard not somebody run that way. Stay Sir, here's somebody come from Aldgae-ward? Alas, I shall bee hang'd for staying so long for this Cuffe. Come before the Constable here. Let the Constable come before mee and hee please. How, how, where ha you bin pray Dae, ha? For my Mistresse Ruffe, at her Sempstris Sir, she must needes use it to morrow, and that made mee stay till 'twas done. Pray who's your Mistris, where dwell ye? With one Mistris Wagge in Black-Fryers, next to the signe of the Feathers and the Foole sir. Oh, I know her very well, make hast home, tis late. Come, come, let's backe to Gracechurch, all's well, all's well. I scapt the Watch at Bishopsgate with ease, there is some body turning downe the Church corner towards the Exchange, it may be Mistris Mary. Antient. Yes. Are yee heere againe, you haue nimbly followed me; vvhat said the Watch to yee? I past them easily, the gates are but now shut in. As wee goe, I'le tell you such a tale of a Welch wooer, and a lamentable Loue-letter. Yes, Sim told mee of such a Rat, and where hee lodges, I thought I should haue met him here. Here, out vpon him:—But the Watches vvalke their station, and in few words is safety, I hope you will play faire, and lodge mee with the Mayd ye told me of.