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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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so And much about the age of our Girl there For both were nurs'd together Moth 'T is so fresh In my remembrance now y' have wakned it As if twelve years were but a twelve hours dream Sir Ol. That Girl is now a proper Gentlewoman As fine a body wife as ere was measured With an Indenture cut in farthing steaks Suns O say not so Sir Oliver you shall pardon me Sir Y'faith Sir you are too blame Sir Ol. Sings dances plays Touches an Instrument with a Motherly Grace Suns 'T is your own daughter that you mean that by Sav. There 's open Dutch indeed and he could take it Sir Ol. This wench under your leave Suns You have my love in 't Sir Ol. Is my sons wife that shall be Sav. Thus I 'd hold with 't Is your sons wife that should be Mr Sandfields Moth I come in happy time to a feast of marriages Sir Ol. And now you put 's i' th' minde the hour draws on At the new married Widows there we 're look'd for There will be entertainments sports and banquets There these yong lovers shall clap hands together The seed of one feast shall bring forth another Suns Well said Sir Oliver Sir Ol. Y' are a stranger Sir Your welcome will be best Dutch M. Good Sir excuse me Sir Ol. You shall along y'faith you must not refuse me Exit Manent Mother Sister Philip and Savorwit Phil. O Mother these new joys that sets my soul up Which had no means nor any hope of any Has brought me now so far in debt to you I know not which way to begin to thank you I am so lost in all I cannot ghess Which of the two my service most constrains Your last kinde goodness or your first deer pains Moth Love is a Mothers duty to a son As a sons duty is both love and fear Sav. I ow you a poor life Madam that 's all Pray call for 't when you please it shall be ready for you Moth Make much on 't Sir till then Sav. If Butter'd Sack will Moth Me thinks the more I look upon her son The more thy sisters face runs in my minde Phil. Belike she 's somewhat like her It makes the better Madam Moth Was Antwerp say you the first place you found her in Phil Yes Madam Why do you ask Moth Whose daughter were you Grace I know not rightly whose to speak truth Madam Sav. The Mother of her was a good twigger the whilst Moth No with whom were you brought up then Grace With those Madam To whom •'ve often heard the enemy sold me Moth What 's that Grace Too often have I heard this piteous story Of a distressed Mother I had once Whose comfortable sight I lost at Sea But then the years of childhood took from me Both the remembrance of her and the sorrows Moth Oh I begin to feel her in my blood My heart leaps to be at her What was that Mother Grace Some said an English Lady But I know not Moth What 's thy name Grace Grace Moth May it be so in Heaven For thou art mine on Earth welcome dear childe Unto thy Fathers house thy Mothers arms After thy forein sorrows Sav. 'T will prove gallant Moth What son such earnest work I bring thee joy now Will make the rest show nothing 't is so glorious Phil. Why 't is not possible Madam that mans happiness Should take a greater height then mine aspires Moth No now you shall confess it this shall quit thee From all fears present or hereafter doubts About this business Phil. Give me that sweet Mother Moth Here take her then and set thine arms a work There needs no ' fection 't is indeed thy sister Phil. My sister Sav. Cuds me I feel the razor Moth Why how now son how comes a change so soon Phil. Oh I beseech you Mother wound me anywhere But where you pointed last That 's present death Devise some other miserable torment Though ne'r so pittiless and I 'll run and meet it Some way more merciful let your goodness think on May steal away my joys but save my soul I 'll willingly restore back every one Upon that milde condition any thing But what you spake last will be comfortable Moth Y' are troubled with strange fits in England here Your first suit to me did entreat me hardly To say 't was she to have old wrath appeas'd And now 't is known your sister y' are not pleas'd How should I show my self Phil. Say 't is not she Moth Shall I deny my daughter Phil. O you kill me Beyond all tortures Moth Why do you deal thus with me Phil. She is my wife I married her at Antwerp I have known the way unto her Bed these three moneths Sav. And that 's too much by twelve weeks for a sister Moth I understand you now too soon too plain Phil. O Mother if you love my peace for ever Examine her again finde me not guilty Moth 'T is now too late her words make that too true Phil. Her words shall bare words overthrow a soul A body is not cast away so lightly How can you know 't is she let Sense decide it She then so yong and both so long divided Moth She tells me the sad story Phil. Does that throw me Many a distress may have the face of yours Tha• never was kin to you Moth But however Sir I trust you are not married Phil. Here 's the witness And all the wealth I had with her this Ring That joyn'd our hearts together Moth Oh too clear now Thou••• brought in evidence to o'rthrow thy self Had no one word been spoke onely this shown T 'had been enough to approv'd her for mine own See here two Letters that begun my name Before I knew thy Father this I gave her And as a Jewel fastned to her ear Grace Pardon me Mother that you finde it stray I kept it till I gave my heart away Phil. Oh to what Mountain shall I take my flight To hide the monster of my sin from sight Sav. I 'll to Wales presently there 's the best Hills To hide a poor knave in Moth Oh heap not desperation upon guilt Repent yet and all 's sav'd 't was but hard chance Amongst all sins Heaven pities ignorance She 's still the first that has her pardon sign'd All sins else see their faults she 's onely blinde Go to thy Chamber pray leave off and win One hours repentance cures a twelve moneths sin Exit cum Filia Grace O my distressed husband my dear Brother Phil. O Savorwit never came sorrow yet To mankinde like it I 'm so far distrest I 've no time left to give my heart attendance Too little all to wait upon my soul Before this empest came how well I stood Full in the beams of blessedness and joy The memory of man could never say So black a storm fell in so bright a day I am that man that ev'n life surfeits of Or if to live
are poor Sir Ol. Blest be the goodness of his minde for ever That did redeem thy life may it return Upon his fortunes double that worthy Gentleman Kinde Mr Beveril showre upon him Heaven Some unexpected happiness to requite him For that my joys unlook'd for O more kinde And juster far is a meer strangers goodness Then the sophistick faith of natural sons Here 's one could juggle with me take up the ransom He and his loose companion Sav. Say you me so Sir I 'll eat hard Eggs for that t•ick Sir Ol. Spend the money And bring me home false news and empty pockets In that yong gallants tongue there you were dead Ten weeks before this day had not this Merchant Brought first the truth in words your self in substance Moth Pray let me stay you here ere you proceed Sir Did he report me dead say you Sir Ol. Else you live not Moth See now Sir you may lay your blame too rashly When no body look'd after it let me tell you Sir A Fathers anger should take great advice Ere it condemn flesh of so dear a price He 's no way guilty yet for that report The general tongue of all the Countrey spred For being remov'd ' far off I was thought dead Phil. Can my faith now be taken into favor Sir Is' t worthy to be trusted Sav. No by my troth is' t not 't would make shift to spend another ransom yet Sir Ol. Well Sir I must confess y 'ave here dealt well with me And what is good in you I love again Sav. Now am I half ways in just to the girdle But the worst part 's behinde Sir Ol. Marry I fear me Sir This weather is too glorious to hold long Moth I see no cloud to interpose it Sir If you place confidence in what I have told you Sir Ol. Nay 't is clear skie on that side would 't were so All over his obedience I see that And so does this good Gentleman Moth Do you Sir Sir Ol. That makes his honesty doubtful Moth I pray speak Sir The truth of your last kindness makes me bold with you Dutch M. The Knight your husband Madam can best speak He trul•est can show griefs whose heart they break Moth I 'm sorry yet for more pray let me know 't Sir That I may help to chide him though 't would grieve me Sir Ol. Why then prepare for 't you came over now In the best time to do 't you could pick out Not onely spent my money but to blinde me He and his wicked Instrument Sav. Now he fiddles me Sir Ol. Brings home a Minion here by great chance known Told me she was his sister she proyes none Moth This was unkindly done Sir now I 'm sorry My good opinion lost it self upon you You are not the same son I left behinde me More grace took him O let me end in time For fear I should forget my self and chide him Where is he Sir though he beguil'd your eyes He cannot deceive mine we 're now too hard for him For since our first unfortunate separation I 've often seen the Girl would that were true By many a happy accident many a one But never durst acknowledge her for mine own And therein stood my joys distrest again Sir Ol. You rehearse miseries wife call the Maid down Sav. She 's been too often down to be now called so She 'll lie down shortly and call some body up Moth He 's now to deal with one Sir that knows truth He must be sham'd or quit there 's no mean saves him Sir Ol. I hear her come Moth You see how hard 't is now To redeem good opinion being once gone Be careful then and keep it when 't is won Now see me take a poyson with great joy Which but for thy sake I should swoun to touch Enter Grace Grace What new affliction am I set to sale For any one that bids most shame for me Sir Ol. Look you do you see what stuff they 've brought me home here Moth Oh bless her eternal powers my life my comforts My nine years grief but everlasting joy now Thrice welcome to my heart 't is she indeed Sir Ol. What is it Phil. I 'm unfit to carry a ransom Sav. Down on your knees to save your Belly harmless Ask blessing though you never mean to use it But give 't away presently to a Beggar-wench Phil. My faith is blemish'd I 'm no man of trust Sir Moth Rise with a Mothers blessing Sav. All this while sh 'as rise with a sons Sir Ol. But soft ye soft ye wife I pray take heed you place your blessing right now This honest Dutchman here told me he saw her At Antwerp in an Inn. Moth True she was so Sir Dutch M. Sir 't is my quality what I speak once I affirm ever in that Inn I saw her That lets her not to be your daughter now Sir Ol. Oh Sir is' t come to that Suns Here 's joys ne'r dreamt on Sir Ol. O Mr Sunset I am at the rising Of my refulgent happiness now son Sandfield Once more and ever Sandf I am proud on 't Sir Sir Ol. Pardon me boy I have wrong'd thy faith too much Sav. Now may I leave my shell and peep my head forth Sir Ol. Where is this Savorwit that honest whoreson That I may take my curse from his knaves shoulders Sav. O Sir I feel you at my very blade here Your curse is ten stone weight and a pound over Sir Ol. Come thou' rt a witty Varlet and a trusty Sav. You shall still finde me a poor faithful fellow Sir If you have another ransome to send over Or daughter to finde out Sir Ol. I 'll do thee right boy I ne'r yet knew thee but speak honest English Marry in Dutch I found thee a knave lately Sav. That was to hold you but in play a little Till farther truths came over and I strong You shall ne'r finde me a knave in mine own tongue I have more grace in me I go out of England Still when I take such courses that shows modesty Sir Sir Ol. Any thing full of wit and void of harm I give thee pardon for so was that now Sav. Faith now I 'm quit I finde my self the nimbler To serve you so again and my will 's good Like one that lately shook off his old Irons And cuts a purse at Bench to deserve new ones Sir Ol. Since it holds all the way so fortunate still And strikes so even with my first belief This is the Gentleman wife yong Mr Sandfield here A man of worthy parts beside his Lands Whom I make choice of for my daughters Bed Sav. But he 'll make choice there of another Bed-fellow Moth I wish 'em both the happiness of love Sir Sir Ol. 'T was spoke like a good Lady And your memory can reach it wife but 't is so long ago too Old Mr Sunset he had a yong daughter When you unluckily left England