R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.76 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
You will restore that box? Her will not restore her, 'twas Mary Bloodhounds gave her the box, Randalls have married Mary Bloodhounds and guled Ancients, mark her now. Mark him good Sir, methinks he says he has married Mary Bloodhound. Hang him, he's mad! 'zounds, make Tog of Randalls? come out here Maries. Look here was Mary Bloodhounds. Enter Maid & Hugh. now, I pray tumble down of her Marybones, and ask her father blessing? This, why this is your Maid Widow, This is Mary the Widow's Maid man. And here is Mary Ploodhound, my choleric shred of Cadwallader, married to this Gentleman, who has a hundred a year dangling at your girdle there. I pray Mistress are you married to this Gentleman? By six i'th' morning forsooth, he took me for Mary Ploodhound, having it seems, never seen any on's before, and I being something amorously affected, as they say to his Welsh ditties, answered to her name, lay with him all night, and married him this morning, so that as he took me for her, I took him as he was forsooth. she means for a fool, I am fain to answer for you. Ha, ha, ha, Cupid this twenty four hours has done nothing but cut cross capers. Do ye hear, sir Bartholomew Bayard, that leap before ye look, it will handsomely become you, to restore the Box to that Gentleman, and the Magnitude of your desire, upon this dainty, that is so amorously taken with your ditties. Her wail in woe, her plunge in pain. And yet begar her do not neither, Randalls will prove herself Prittaines borne, and because her understands Ancients was brave fellows, and great Travellers, there is her box for her. I thank ye. And because was no remedies, before her aule, here will Randals embrace Maries, and take a pusse— Save ye gallants, do ye want any guess? Call me thy Coz, and carry it handsomely. Who have we here trow? Dost thou know the Gentleman that whispered to thee? Oh wondrous well, he bid me call him Coz, and carry it handsomely. Widow, wood I were off again. Know all, this Gentleman has to obtain his Lust, and loose desires, served me this seven months, under the shape and name of Iarvis. Possible? Look well, do ye not know him? The very face of Iarvis. I truly Father, and he were any thing like him, I would swear 'twere he. I must cast my skin; and am catched— why Coz. Come y'are cozened, And with a Noble craft, he tempted me In mine own house, and I bid him keep's disguise But till this morning and he should perceive, I loved him truly, intending here before ye, To let him know't, especially i'th' presence Of you Sir, that intend me for your Wife. What should this mean? Some witty trick I warrant thee, prithee dispatch him presently, that we were at Church. First, then know ye for truth sir, I mean never to marry. How Woman?
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You will restore that boxe? Her will not restore her, 'twas Mary Ploodhounds gave her the box, Randals have married Mary Ploodhounds and gul'd Ancients, marke her now. Marke him good Sir, me thinkes he sayes hee has married Mary Bloodhound. Hang him, hee's mad! Zoun's, make Tog of Randalls? come out here Maries. Looke here was Mary Ploodhounds. Enter Maid & Hugh. now, I pray tumble downe of her Mary-poes, and aske her father plessing? This, why this is your Maid Widdow, This is Mary the Widdowes Maid man. And here is Mary Ploohound, my chollericke shredde of Cadwallader, married to this Gentleman, who has a hundred a yeere dangling at your girdle there. I pray Mistresse are you married to this Gentleman? By sixe'th morning forsooth, hee toke mee for Mary Ploodhound, having it seemes, never seene any on's before, and I being something amorously affected, as they say to his Welch ditties, answered to her name, lay with him all night, and married him this morning, so that as he tooke me for her, I tooke him as he vvas forsooth. Shee meanes for a foole, I am faine to answere for you. Ha, ha, ha, Cupid this twentie foure houres has done nothing but cut crosse capers. Doe ye heare, sir Bartholomew Bayard, that leape before ye looke, it will hansomly become you, to restore the Boxe to that Gentleman, and the Magnitude of your desiree, upon this daintie, that is so amoroslie taken vvith your ditties. Her waile in woe, her plunge in paine. And yet becat her doe not neither, Randalls will prove her selfe Prittaines borne, and because her understands Ancients was prave fellowes, and great Travailers, there is her boxe for her. I thanke yee. And because was no remedies, before her aule, here vvill Randals embrace Maries, and take a pusse— Save ye gallants, doe ye want any guesse? Call me thy Coz, and carrie it hansomelie. Who have we here trow? Do'st thou know the Gentleman that whisper'd to thee? Oh wondrous vvell, hee bid mee call him Coz, and it hansomely. Widdow, wood I were off againe. Know all, this Gentleman has to obtaine his Lust, and loose desires, seru'd me this seven moneths, under the shape and name of Iarvis. Possible? Looke well, doe ye not know him? The very face of Iarvis. I truely Father, and he were any thing like him, I would svveare 'tvvere he. I must cast my skinne; and am catcht—why Coz. Come y'are cozened, And with a Noble craft, he tempted mee In mine owne house, and I bid him keep's disguise But till this morning and he shoo'd perceive, I loved him truely, intending here before ye, To let him know't, especially i'th presence Of you Sir, that intend me for your Wife. What shoo'd this meane? Some witty tricke I warrant thee, prithee dispatch him presently, that vve vvere at Church. First, then know ye for trueth sir, I meane never to marry. How Woman?