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 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
She stays up for us Wench, in the word of a Gentleman, all shall be fair and civil. I believe you. zounds was another Fire Drake walk in Shange, we'll run pack, mass Maryes have saved her labours, and was come after Randalls, Maryes was Randall that loves her mightily Maryes. Master Randall. How did Watch let her go at grace's street? They knew me, and let me pass. Well now, her understands Maryes loves Randalls so mighty deal. If Iohn have not told him, I'll be hanged. Maryes shall go with Randalls to lodgings, and that her Father work no divorcements, he will lie with her all t'night, and marry her betimes next morning, mean time her will make Lands and Livings fast. How Father? this is a mistake sure, and to fashion it fit for mine own following, I will both question and answer in ambiguities, that if he snap me any way, I may make myself good i'th' tother, and as he shall discover himself, I'll pursue the conceit accordingly: but will ye not deceive me, many minds are many men's Almanacs, the dates of your desire's out, we serve for nothing but to light Tobacco. If Randall false to Maryes prove, Then let not Maryes Randalls love: For Randalls was so true as Jove, And Maryes was her joy. If Randalls was not Pritaine borne, Let Maryes Randalls prow adorn. And let her give a foul great horn to Randalls, Her will love her cret deal of much her warrant her. And 'tis but venturing a maidenhead, if the worst come to the worst, it may come back with advantage. Is not Mary come home yet? No forsooth. 'tis a fine time of night, I shall thank her for't, 'tis past eleven I am sure. Fetch, the prayer-book lies within upon my bed. Yes forsooth. I wonder what this Gentleman should be that catched me so like Iarvis, he say he has fitted old Bloodhound according to his quality— but I must not let him dally too long upon my daily company, Lust is a hand-wolf, who with daily feeding, one time or other takes a sudden start upon his benefactor. Oh Mistress, mistress. What's the matter wench? A man, a man under your bed Mistress. A man, what man? A neat man, a proper man, a well-favoured man, a handsome man. Call up Iohn, where's Iarvis? Alas, I had no power to speak, his very looks are able to make a woman stand as still as a miller's horse when he's lading, o he comes, he comes. How came you hither Sir? how got you in? As Citizens wives do into Masks, whether I wooed or no nay, nay, do not doubt the discretion of my constitution: I have brought ne'er a groat in my bosom, and by this hand, I lay under thy bed, with a heart as honest, and a blood as cold, as had my sister lay near top— will ye have me yet?
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She stayes vp for vs Wench, in the word of a Gentleman, all shall be faire and ciuill. I beleeue you. Zounes was another Fyer Drake walke in Shange, weele run packe, mas Maryes haue saued her labours, and vvas come after Randalls, Maryes vvas Randall that loues her mightily Maryes. Master Randall. How did Watch let her goe at Graces street? They knew me, and let me passe. Well now, her vnderstands Maryes loues Randalls so mighty deale. If Iohn haue not told him, I'le be hang'd. Maryes shall goe vvith Randalls to lodgings, and that her Father vvorke no diuorcements, hee vvill lye vvith her aule t'night, and marry her betimes next morning, meane time her vvill make Lands and Livings fast. How Father? this is a mistake sure, and to fashion it fit for mine owne following, I vvill both question and ansvvere in ambiguities, that if hee snap me any vvay, I may make my selfe good ith tother, and as hee shall discouer himselfe, I'le pursue the conceit accordingly: but will yee not deceiue mee, many mindes are many mens Almanacks, the dates of your desire's out, wee serue for nothing but to light Tobacco. If Randall false to Maryes proue, Then let not Maryes Randalls loue: For Randalls was so true as Ioe, And Maryes was her ioy. If Randalls was not Pritaine borne, Let Maryes Randalls prowe adorne. And let her giue a foule great horne to Randalls, Her will loue her cret deale of much her warrant her. And 'tis but venturing a maydenhead, if the worst come to the worst, it may come backe vvith aduantage. Is not Mary come home yet? No forsooth. Tis a fine time of night, I shall thanke her for't, 'tis past eleuen I am sure. Fetch, the prayer-booke lyes within vpon my bed. Yes forsooth. I wonder vvhat this Gentleman shood bee that catcht me so like Iarvis, hee saye hee has fitted old Bloodound according to his qualitic—but I must not let him day too long upon my daily company, Lust is a hand-woolse, who with daily seeding, one time of other takes a suddaine start upon his benefactor. Oh Mistresse, Mistresie. What's the matter wench? A man, a man under your bed Mistresse. A man, what man? A neate man, a proper man, a welfavoured man, a haome man. Call up Iohn, where's Iarvis? Alas, I had no power to speake, his very lookes are able to make a woman stand as still as a Millers horse when hees lading, ô he comes, he comes. How came you hither Sir? how got you in? As Citizens wives doe into Maskes, whether I woo'd or no nay, nay, doe not doubt the discretion of my constitution: I have brought nere a groat in my bosome, and by this hand, I lay under thy d, with a heart as houest, and a blood as cold, as had my sister lay near top—will ye have me yet?