R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 515 words
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Come, come, we'll to Church presently: Prithee Iaruis whilst the Music plays just upon the delicious close, usher in the Brides, the Widow, and my Moll. I tell ye true Gallants, I have seen neither of them today. Shall I give him the lie? They are both locked up i'faith, trimming of one another. Oh these women, they are so secret in their business, they will make very Coxcombs of us men, and do't at pleasure to, 'tis well said friends, play, play, where's Sim? How he bestirs him. Yes, he will sweat by and by. Here is the sign of Sim Sir. Have the guest's Rosemary without? They have Risen the Cookmaid without, but they say you have Mistress Mary within. Well said Rascal. Marie's above goodman Blockhead. Call my son Earelack, bid him for shame make haste. He shall make haste for shame. I am so busied, you must bear with me Gentlemen, they leave it all to me here. But I will go charge some of the inferior guests in the king's name to fill some wine. No, no, good Master Busy, we will first usher the brides. Oh Gentlemen, where are you? where are you? Where are you Gentlemen? What's the matter? Where's Moll Sim, the Widow Sim, the dainty Widow? There is no Moll, there is no dainty young Widow, but a damnable Bawd we found a-bed with a face like an Apple half roasted. How's this? Why Gentlemen? Now it works. Iaruis y'are a Rogue, a Cutpurse Iaruis, run Sim, call my son Earelack, he shall put her into the Spiritual Court for this. Nay, has put her in there already, for we found him a-bed with her. Possible. Ha Boys, the Informer and the Bawd, the Bawd and the Informer have got a devil betwixt them Gentlemen. Nay Sir, the jest was, that they should fall asleep together, and forget themselves, for very lovingly we found them together, like the jemini, or the two Winter mornings met together: Look, look, look where they come Sir, and Iaruis between them, just like the picture of knavery, betwixt fraud and lechery. Tim is a puling Sirrah, I may tell it thee, a midnight surfeit too may cut off Sander, I'll cozen their Wives, make all mine own, and then, Oh Iaruis what a moneyed generation shall I get, upon this widow Coote that hath two teeth. Did we bring you to Music with a mischief Earlack? thou art a Goat, thou hast abused the best bed in my house, I'll set a Sumner upon thee. Bloodhound, thou art a Usurer, and takest forty in the hundred, I'll inform against thee. Are you a Bawd housewife, ha? Alas Sir, I was merely envied, betrayed by Iaruis, but as I have been Bawd to the flesh, you have been Bawd to your money; so set the Hare Pie against the Goose giblets, and you and I are as daintily matched as can be sir. Sim, run to the widow wags, tell her we are both abused, this Iaruis is a Juggler, say.
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Come, come, weele to Church presently: Prithee Iaruis whilst the Musicle playes iust vpon the delicious close, vsher in the Brides, the Widdow, and my Moll. I tell yee true Gallants, I haue seene neither of them to day. Shall I giue him the lye? They are both lockt vp itaith, trimming of one another. Oh these vvomen, they are so secret in their businesse, they will make very Coxcombs of vs men, and doo't at pleasure to, 'tis well said friends, play, play, where's Sim? How he bestirres him. Yes, he will sweat by and by. Here is the signe of Sim Sir. Haue the guests Rosemary without? They haue Rose the Cooke-mayd without, but they say you haue Mistris Mary within. Well said Rascall. Marie's aboue good-man Blockhead. Call my sonne Earelack, bid him for shame make hast. He shall make hast for shame. I am so busied, you must beare with me Gentlemen, they leaue it all to me here. But I will goe charge some of the inferiour guesse in the Kings name to fill some vvine. No, no, good Master Busie, wee will first vsher the brides. Oh Gentlemen, where are you? where are you? Where are you Gentlemen? What's the matter? Where's Moll Sim, the Widdow Sim, the dainty Widdow? There is no Moll, there is no dainty young Widdow, but a damnable Bawd we found a bed with a face like an Apple halfe rosted. How's this? Why Gentlemen? Now it workes. Iaruis y'are a Roague, a Cut-purse Iaruis, runne Sim, call my sonne Earelack, hee shall put her into the Spirituall Court for this. Nay, has put her in there already, for wee found him a bed with her. Possible. Ha Boyes, the Informer and the Bawd, the Bawd and the Informer haue got a deuill betwixt them Gentlemen. Nay Sir, the iest was, that they should fall asleepe together, and forget themselues, for very louingly wee found them together, like the Iemini, or the two Winter mornings met together: Looke, looke, looke where they come Sir, and Iaruis betweene them, iust like the picture of knauery, betwixt fraud and leachery. Tim is a puling Sirrah, I may tell it thee, a midnight surfet too may cut off Sander, I'le cozen their Wiues, make all mine owne, and then, Oh Iaruis what a moneyed generation shall I get, vpon this vviddow Coote that hath two teeth. Did wee bring you to Musick with a mischiefe Earlack? thou art a Goat, thou hast abus'd the best bed in my house, I'le set a Sumner vpon thee. Bloodhound, thou art a Vsurer, and takest forty in the hundred, e informe against thee. Are you a Bawd huswife, ha? Alas Sir, I was meerely nuied, betray'd by Iaruis, but as I haue beene Bawd to the flesh, you haue beene Bawd to your money; so set the Hare Pye against the Goose gbles, and you and I are as daintily matcht as can be sir. Sim, runne to the widdow Wagges, tell her wee are both abu'd, this Iaruis is a ugler, say.