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A50795
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No wit, [no] help like a womans a comedy / by Tho. Middleton, Gent.
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Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.
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1657
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Wing M1985; ESTC R16728
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I am as free by my Fathers copy Sir Gilb. This will do excellent Sir Weath And moreover I 'll give the world thus much to understand beside that if I had not lain with the Widow in the wain of the Moon at one of my Seven Stars houses when Venus was about business of her own and could give no attendance she had been brought a bed with two roaring boys by this time and the Gemini being Infants I 'd have made away with them like a step-mother and put mine own boys in their places Sir Gilb. Why this is beyond talk you out-run your Master Enter Clown Clow. Whoop draw home next time here are all the old shooters that have lost the game at pricks what a fair mark had Sir Gilbert on 't if he had shot home before the last Arrow came in methinks these show to me now for all the world like so many lousie beggars turn'd out of my Ladies Barn and have ne'r a hole to put their heads in Weath Mass here 's her Ladiships Ass he tells us any thing Sir Gilb. Ho Pickadille Clow. What Sir Gilbert Lambston Gentlemen Out-laws all how do you do Sir Gilb. How what do'st call us how goes the world at home Lad What strange news Clow. This is the state of prodigals as right as can be when they have spent all their means on brave feasts their glad to scrape to a serving-man for a meals meat So you that whilome like four prodigal rivals Could Goose or Capon Crane or Woodcock chuse Now're glad to make up a poor meal with news A lamentable hearing Weath He 's in passion up to the Eyebrows for us Clow. O Mr Weatherwise I blame none but you you are a Gentleman deeply read in Ponds Almanack methinks you should not be such a shallow fellow you knew this day the twelf of June would come when the Sun enters into the Crabs room and all your hopes would go aside aside Weath The fool says true y'faith Gentlemen I knew 't would come all to this pass I 'll show 't you presently Clow. If you had spar'd but four of your twelve Signs now You might have gone to a Tavern and made merry with 'em Weath H 'as the best Moral meaning of an Ass that ere I heard speak with tongue Look you here Gentlemen fifth day neither Fish nor Flesh Clow. No nor good Red-herring and you look again Weath Sixth day privily prevented Clow. Marry faugh Weath Seventh day shrunk in the wetting Clow. Nay so will the best Ware bought for love or money Weath The eighth day over head and ears Clow. By my faith he come home in a sweet pickle then Weath The ninth day scarce sound at heart Clow. What a pox ail'd it Weath The tenth day a Courtiers welcome Clow. That 's a cup of Bear and you can get it Weath The eleventh day stones against the wind Clow. Pox of an Ass he might have thrown 'em better Weath Now the twelf day Gentlemen that was our day Past all redemption Clow. Then the Devil go with 't Weath Now you see plainly Gentlemen how we 're us'd The Kalender will not lie for no mans pleasure Sir Gilb. Push y' are too confident in Almanack Posies Peppert Faith so said we Sir Gilb They 're meer delusions Weath How You see how knavishly they happen Sir Sir Gilb. I that 's because they 're foolishly bely'd Sir Weath Well take your courses Gentlemen without 'em and see what will come on 't you may wander like masterless-men there 's ne'r a Planet will •are a half-penny for you If they look after you I 'll be hang'd when you scorn to bestow two pence to look after them Sir Gilb. How a device at the wedding say'st thou Clow. Why have none of you heard of that yet Sir Gilb. 'T is the first news y'faith Lad. Clow. Oh there 's a brave travelling Schollar entertain'd into the house a purpose one that has been all the world over and some part of Jerusalem h 'as his Chamber his dyet and three Candles allow'd him after Supper Weath By my faith he need not complain for victuals then what ere he be Clow. He lies in one of the best Chambers i' th' house bravely matted and to warm his wits as much a cup of Sack and an Aqua Vitae Bottle stands just at his elbow Weath He 's shroudly hurt by my faith if he catch an Ague of that fashion I 'll be hang'd Clow. He 'll come abroad anon Sir Gilb. Art sure on 't Clow. Why he ne'r stays a quarter of an hour in the house together Sir Gilb No how can he study then Clow. Pha best of all he talks as he goes and writes as he runs besides you know 't is death to a traveller to stand long in one place Sir Gilb. It may hit right boys Honest Pickadille Thou wast wont to love me Clow. I 'd good cause Sir then Sir Gilb. Thou shalt have the same still take that Clow. Will you believe me now I ne'r lov'd you better in my life then I do at this present Sir Gilb. Tell me now truly who are the Presenters What Parsons are employed in the Device Clow. Parsons not any Sir my Mistress will not be at the charge she keeps none but an old Welsh Vicar Sir Gilb. Prethee I mean who be the Speakers Clow. Troth I know none but those that open their mouths Here he comes now himself you may ask him Enter Mr Beveril Weath Is this he by my faith one may pick a Gentleman out of his Calves and a Schollar out on 's Cheeks one may see by his looks what 's in him I warrant you there has ne'r a new Almanack come out these douzen years but he has studied it over and over Sir Gilb. Do not reveal us now Clow. Because you shall be sure on 't you have given me a nine-pence here and I 'll give you the slip for 't Exit Sir Gilb. Well said now the Fool 's pleas'd we may be bold Bev. Love is as great an enemy to Wit As Ignorance to Art I finde my powers So much employ'd in business of my heart That all the time 's too little to dispatch Affairs within me Fortune too remiss I suffer for thy slowness had I come Before a Vow had chain'd their souls together There might have been some hope though ne'r so little Now there 's no spark at all nor ere can be But dreadful ones struck from Adultery And if my Lust were smothered with her will Oh who could wrong a Gentleman so kinde A stranger made up with a Brothers minde Sir Gilb. Peace peace enough let me alone to manage it A quick invention and a happy one Reward your study Sir Bev. Gentlemen I thank you Sir Gilb. We understand your wits are in employment Sir In honor of this wedding Bev. Sir the Gentleman To whom that worthy Lady is betroth'd Vouchsafes t' accept the power of my good will in 't Sir