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 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
I can saue Sim that labour Sir, I assure you the widdow is married to your sonne Alexander, and as a confirmation she is come her selfe to witnesse i. Your fair young daughter is wife to this Ancient, who is come likewise to witness it. The plain truth is Master Bloodhound, I would entreat you to keep the kennel, the younger dog being of the better sent, has borne the game before ye. We have clapped hands on't Sir, and the Priest that should have married you to her, is to marry her to me, so sister, talk for yourself. Ha brave tricks and conceits, can ye dance Master Earelack? Ha, ha: the old man's a little mad: but thou art not married Moll? Yes indeed Sir, and will lie with this Gentleman soon at night: do you think I wood chew ram mutton, when I might swallow Venison, that's none of Venus' documents Monsieur Dottevill? Pox of that Venus, she is a Whore I warrant her. And were not you the other juggler with Iaruis in this, heigh pass and repass. Good Sir be satisfied, the Widow and my sister sung both one song, and what was't, but Crabbed age and youth cannot live together. Now we persuaded them, and they could not live together, they wood never endure to lie together, this consequently descended, there was the Antecedent, we clapped hands, sealed lips, and so fell unto the relative, This was your bargain upon the Exchange Sir, and because you have ever been addicted to old proverbs, and pithy Saws, pray let me seal up the mistake with one that will appear very seasonably. And I pray let's hear it sir. You, a new fangled fowler, came to show your Art i'th' dark, but take this truth, you catched in truth a cuckoo for't. Heyday, we are cheated by the rule i'faith, now sirrah, they say you are to be married too. Yes indeed Father, I am going to the business, and Gentlemen all, I am come whether you will or no, to invite ye all to my marriage, to this Gentlewoman, who though a good face need no Mask; she's masked to make a man think she has a scurvy face, when I know she has a good face, this is Sack to them and out of their Element. But sirrah, setting aside marriages, where's my hundred Mark you went to receive? Hum. upon such a match of mine, talk of a hundred Mark, this is to drink ignoble son shillings beer, a hundred Mark, why your Lawyer there can clear such a trifle in a Term, and his Clients ne'er the better. Such a match, I pray discover her, what is she? What is she, here's my Brother knows what she is well enough, come hither Dab, and be known unto you, her name is Lindabrades, descended from the Emperor Tribatio of Greece, and half Niece, some six and fifty descents to most unvanquished Claridiana. Who's this? pox on't, what makes that Bawd yonder?
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I can saue Sim that labour Sir, I assure you the widdow is married to your sonne Alexander, and as a confirmation she is come her selfe to witnesse i. our faire young daughter is wife to this Antient, who is come likewise to witnesse it. The plaine truth is Master Bloodhound, I would entreate you to keepe the kennell, the younger dogge being of the better sent, has borne the game before yee. We haue clapt hands on't Sir, and the Priest that shood haue married you to her, is to marry her to me, so sister, talke for your selfe. Ha braue tricks and conceits, can yee dance Master Earelack? Ha, ha: the old man's a little mad: but thou art not married Moll? Yes indeed Sir, and will lye with this Gentleman soone at night: doe you thinke I wood chew Ramme mutton, when I might swallow Venison, that's none of Venus documents Monsieur Dottevill? ox of that Venus, see is a Whore I warrant her. And were not you the tother Iugler with Iaruis in this, hey passe and repasse. Good Sir be satisfied, the Widdow and my sister sung both one song, and what was't, but Crabbed age and youth cannot liue together. Now wee perswaded them, and they coo'd not live together, they wood never indure to lie together, this consequently descended, there was the Antecedent, wee clapt hands, sealed lippes, and so fell unto the relative, This was your bargaine upon the Exchange Sir, and because you have ever beene addicted to old proverbs, and pithy Sawes, pray let mee seale up the mistake with one that will appeare very seasonably. And I pray let's heare it sir. You, a new fangled fowler, came to shew your Art i'th darke, but take this trueth, you catcht in trueth a Cookow for't. Heyday, wee are cheated by the rule faith, now sirrah, they say you are to be married too. Yes indeed Father, I am going to the busines, and Gentlemen all, I am come whether you will or no, to muite ye all to my marriage, to this Gentlewoman, who though a good face need no Maske; shee's maskt to make a man thinke she has a scurvy face, when I know has a good face, this is Scke to them and out of their Element. But sirrah, setting aside marriages, where's my hundred Marke you went to receive? Hum, upon such a match of mine, talke of a hundred Marke, this is to drinke ignoble onre shillings beere, a hundred Marke, why your Lawyer there can cleere such a trifle in a Tearme, and his Clients ne're the better. Such a match, I pray discover her, what is she? What is shee, heere's my Brother knowes hat shee is well enough, come hither Dab, and bee knowne unto you, her name is Lindabrades, descended from the Emperour Tribatio of Greece, and halfe Neece, some sixe and fiftie descents to most unvanquisht Claridiana. Who's this? poxe on't, what makes that Bawd yonder?