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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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years wages and an Livery-cloak Wid How will you shame me had you not both last week fool Clow. I but there 's another year past since that Wid. Would all your wit could make that good Sir Clow. I am sure the Sun has run through all the twelve Signs since and that 's a year this Gentlemen can witness Weath The fool will live Madam Clow. I as long as your eyes are open I warrant him Mrs Low Sirrah Mr Low Does your worship call Mrs Low Commend my love and service to the Widow Desire her Ladiship to taste that morsel Mr Low This is the bit I watcht for all this while But it comes duly Lambst And wherein has this name of mine offended That y 're so liberal of your infamous titles I but a stranger to thee it must be known Sir Ere we two part Mrs Low Marry and reason good Sir Wid. O strike me cold this should be your hand Sir Gilbert Lambst Why make you question of that Madam 't is one of the Letters I sent you Wid. Much good do you Gentlemen All How now what 's the matter Weath Look to the Widow she paints white some Aqua Coelist is for my Lady run vilain Clow. Aqua Solister can no body help her case but a Lawyer and so many Suiters here Wid. O treachery unma ch't unheard of Lambst How do you Madam Wid Oh impudence as foul does my disease Ask how I do can it torment my heart And look with a fresh colour in my face Lambst What 's this what 's this Weath I am sorry for this qualm Widow Wid. He that would know a villain when he meets him Let him ne'r go to a Conjurer here 's a glass Will show him without money and far truer Preferver of my state pray tell me Sir That I may pay you all my thanks together What blest hap brought that Letter to your hand From me so fast lockt in mine enemies power Mrs Low I will resolve you Madam I have a Kinsman Somewhat infected with that wanton pitty Which men bestow on the distress of women Especially if they be fair and poor With such hot Charity which indeed is Lust He sought t' entice as his repentance told me Her whom you call your enemy the wife To a poor Gentleman one Low water Wid. Right right the same Mr Low Had it been right 't'ad now been Mrs Low And according to the common rate of sinners Offer'd large maintenance which with her seem'd nothing For if she would consent she told him roundly There was a Knight had bid more at one minute Then all his wealth could compass and withal Pluckt out that Letter as it were in scorn Which by good fortune he put up in jest With promise that the Writ should be returnable The next hour of his meeting But sweet Madam Out of my love and zeal I did so practise The part upon him of an urgent wooer That neither he nor that return'd more to her Lambst Plague a that Kinsman Weath Here 's a gallant Rascal Wid. Sir you have appear'd so noble in this action So full of worth and goodness that my thanks Will rather shame the Bounty of my minde Then do it honor Oh thou treacherous villain Does thy Faith bear such fruit are these the blossoms of a hundred Oaths Shot from thy bosom was thy love so spightful It could not be content to mock my heart Which is in love a misery too much But must extend so far to the quick ruine Of what was painfully got carefully left me And mongst a world of yeilding-needy women Chuse no one to make merry with my sorrows And spend my wealth on in adulterous surfeits But my most mortal enemy O despightful Is this thy practice follow it 't will advance thee Go beguile on have I so happily found What many a Widow has with sorrow tasted Even when my Lip touch't the contracting Cup Ev'n then to see the Spider 't was miraculous Crawl with thy poysons hence and for thy sake I 'll never covet Titles and more Riches To fall into a gulf of hate and laughter I 'll marry Love hereafter I 've enough And wanting that I have nothing There 's thy way Overd Do you hear Sir you must walk Peppert Hear 't thrust him down stairs Weath Out of my house you treacherous lecherous Rascal Lambst All curses scatter you Weath Life do you thunder here if you had staid a little longer I 'd have rip't out some of my Bull out of your Belly again Peppert 'T was a most noble discovery we must love you for ever for 't Wid. Sir for your Banquet and your mirth we thank you You Gentlemen for your kinde company But you for all my merry days to come Or this had been the last else Mrs Low Love and Fortune Had more care of your safety peace and state Madam Weath Now will I thrust in fo'rt Peppert I 'm for my self now Overd What 's fifty years 't is mans best time and season Now the nights gone the Widow will hear reason Mr Low Now now the Suiters flatter hold on Kate The Hen may pick the meat while the Cocks prate Exeunt Enter Mr Sandfield Philip Sir Oliver Twilights Son with Savorwit Phil. If thou talk'st longer I shall turn to Marble And death wil stop my hearing Sandf Horrible fortune Sav. Nay Sir our building is so far defac'd There is no stuff left to raise up a hope Phil. Oh with more patience could my flesh endure A score of wounds and all their several searchings Then this that thou hast told me Sav. Would that Flemmish Ram Had ne'r come near our house there 's no going home As long as he has a Nest there and his yong one A little Flanders Egg new fleg'd they gape for Pork and I shall be made meat for 'em Phil. 'T is not the bare news of my Mothers life May she live long and happy that afflicts me With half the violence that the latter draws Though in that news I have my share of grief As I had share of sin and a foul neglect It is my Loves betraying that 's the sting That strikes through flesh and spirit and sence no• wit From thee in whom I ne'r saw ebb till now Nor comforts from a faithful friend can ease me I 'll try the goodness of a third companion What he 'll do for me Sandf Hold why friend Sav. Why Master is this all your kindness Sir offer to steal into another Country and ne'r take your leave on 's T•oth I take it unkindly at your hands Sir but I 'll put it up for once Faith there was no Conscience in this Sir leave me here to endure all weathers whilst you make your •oul d••••e like a Juglers Egg upon the point of a Rap•er By my troth Sir y 're too blame in 't you might have given us an inckling of your journey perhaps others would as fain have gone as you Phil. Burns