The Works of Thomas Middleton, Now First Collected: Trick to catch the old one. The family of love. Your five gallants. A mad world, my masters. The roaring girl, by Middleton and Dekker
E. Lumley, 1840
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Alex Brothel cant language chain of pearl Club Cour Court Courtesan dost Dryfat Enter Exeunt Exit Faith falling bands Familists Fitsgrave Follywit friends Fulk gallants gentlemen Gerardine give Glister Gudgeon gull Harebrain hast hath hear heart Hoard honest Host husband i'faith is't knave lady Laxton leiger Lipsalve lord marry master Bouser master doctor mistress Purge Moll Moll Cutpurse ne'er nephew never night Old eds on't Onesiphorus pawn Placket play pound pray prithee Pursenet rascal Re-enter roaring girl rogue SCENE Servant shame shew sir Bounteous sirrah sweet Tailby tell thee there's thou thou'rt Tiltyard to't Trap troth twill uncle wench what's whore widow wife Witgood woman word worship
Page 108 - Ball, to which repair, As to the court of pleasure, all your gallants And ladies, thither bound by a subpoena Of Venus and small Cupid's high displeasure; 'Tis but the Family of Love translated Into more costly sin.
Page 84 - Note but the misery of this usuring slave : here he lies, like a noisome dunghill, full of the poison of his drunken blasphemies ; and they to whom he bequeaths all, grudge him the very meat that feeds him, the very pillow that eases him. Here may a usurer behold his end : what profits it to be a slave in this world, and a devil i' th
Page 519 - Thou'rt worthy of my heart, thou buy'st it dearly. Enter LAXTON muffled. Lax. Uds light, the tide's against me ; a pox of your 'pothecaryship ! O for some glister to set him going ! 'Tis one of Hercules' labours to tread one of these city hens, because their cocks are still crowing over them.
Page 536 - In thee I defy all men, their worst hates And their best flatteries, all their golden witchcrafts, With which they entangle the poor spirits of fools, Distressed needle-women and trade-fallen wives; Fish that must needs bite, or themselves be bitten ; . Such hungry things as these may soon be took With a worm fastened on a golden hook : Those are the lecher's food, his prey ; he watches For quarrelling wedlocks 3 and poor shifting sisters ; Tis the best fish he takes. But why, good fisherman, Am...
Page 422 - O for a plump, fat leg of mutton, Veal, lamb, capon, pig, and coney! None is happy but a glutton, None an ass, but who wants money. Wines, indeed, and girls are good; But brave victuals feast the blood; For wenches, wine, and lusty cheer, Jove would come down to surfeit here.
Page 564 - The older they wax, Moll, troth I speak seriously, As some have a conceit their drink tastes better In an outlandish cup than in our own, So methinks every kiss she gives me now In this strange form is worth a pair of two.
Page 448 - Hum — ha — let me see — This knave shall be the axe to hew that down At which I stumble ; has a face that promiseth Much of a villain : I will grind his wit, And, if the edge prove fine, make use of it.
Page 453 - I protest I'm in extreme want of money ; if you can supply me now with any means, you do me the greatest pleasure, next to the bounty of your love, as ever poor gentleman tasted. Mis. G. What's the sum would pleasure ye, sir? though you deserve nothing less at my hands. 1 A quibble on " manners" and
Page 462 - Oħ the gallants of these times are shallow lechers ! they put not their courtship home enough to a wench : 'tis impossible to know what woman is throughly honest, because she's ne'er thoroughly tried ; I am of that certain belief, there are more queans in this town of their own making than of any man's provoking : where lies the slackness then ? many a poor soul would down, and there's nobody will push 'em : 338 Women are courted, but ne'er soundly tried, As many walk in spurs that never ride.
Page 536 - Moll. To teach thy base thoughts manners : thou'rt one of those That thinks each woman thy fond flexible whore ; If she but cast a liberal eye upon thee, Turn back her head, she's thine ; or amongst company By chance drink first to thee, then she's quite gone...