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Whats that to you sir, I was this morning at his Honours lodging, Ere such a snake as you crept out of your shell. How now, greetings, love terms with a pox between you, have I found out one of your haunts, I send you for hollands, and you're ith the low countries with a mischief, I'm served with good beware byth shift, that makes it lie dead so long upon my hands, I were as good shut up shop, for when I open it I take nothing. Get you from my shop. I'll fell you nothing, I warn ye my house and Marry hang thee, I never asked forgiveness in my life. Oh spittle dealing, I came to him a Gentlewo man born. I'll show you mine arms when you please sir. Theres a friend worth a Million. I have no joy of my life Master Gallipot. Lord how she's changed? Sister lie down a little, that always does me good. She has a horrible high colour indeed. It cannot sink into me, that he feeds upon stale mutten abroad, having better and fresher at home. I'll saddle him in's kind, and spur him till he kick again. Here's my hand. A Goshawk, a Puttock; all for prey: he angles for fish, but he loves flesh better. Possible? why have not many handsome legs in silk stockings villainous splay feet for all their great roses? For all the world so does Master Goshawk dou ble with me. Because Goshawk go in a shag-ruff band, with a face sticking up in't, which shows Like and agget set in acrampe ring, he thinks I'm in love with him. He has by often beating into me made me be leave that my husband kept a whore. Swore to me that my husband this very morning went in a boat with a tilt over it, to the three pigeons at Brainford, and his punk with him under his tilt. I believed it, fell a swearing at him, cursing of harlots, made me ready to hoist up sail, and be there as soon as he. And for that voyage Goshawk comes hither in continently, but sirrah this water-spaniel dives after no duck but me, his hope is having me at Braineford to make me cry quack. Sure of it? my poor innocent Openworke came in as I was poking my ruff, presently hit I him i'the teeth with the three pigeons: he forswore all, I up and opened all, and now stands he (in a shop hard by) Like a musket on a rest, to hit Goshawk i'the eye, when he comes to fetch me to the boat. Happy is the woman can be rid of they all; alas what are your whisking gallants to our husbands, weigh 'emrightly man for man. Idle simple things, running heads, and yet let 'emrun over us never so fast, we shopkeepers (when all's done) are sure to have they in our pursnets at length, and when they are in, Lord what simple animals they are. Then they hang head. Then they write letters. Then they deal under hand with us, and we must ingle with our husbands a bed, and we must swear they are our cosens, and able to do us a pleasure at Court. O if it were the good Lords will, there were a law made, no Citizen should trust any of'em all. Nay are you ready? a little thing you see makes us ready. O by any means, do I know how my hus band will handle me? Does a mask grieve you sir? Then you're best get you a mumming. I will not. Sail? (eyes: Th'are here sir in my brows if any rise. Westward hoe. It's Westward hoe she says. Is't Market day at Braineford, and your beware not sent up yet? Apy with three pigeons in't, it's drawn and stays your cutting up. Yes lecherous goat; Baboon. Do I it well? Did I for this lose all my friends? refuse Rich Hope's, and golden Fortune's, to be made A stale to a common whore? O God, o God, feed at reversion now? A Strumpets leaving? Thou hast struck ten thousand daggers through my heart. Go devil go; that which thou swearest by, damnes Why stay you here? the star, by which you sail, shines yonder above Chelsy; you lose your shore if this moon light you: seek out your light whore. With whom you tilted in a pair of oars, this very morning. At Brainford sir. It's one to thy face shall justify all that I speak. No sir I will not. Sister know you this varlet? My husband titles him. Come, come, you lie. Print thine own then, Didst not thou swear to me he kept his whore? Thou spider, that hast woven thy cunning web In mine own house t'insnare me: hast not thou Sucked nourishment even underneath this roof, And turned it all to poison? spittiug it, On thy friends face (my husband?) he as t'were sleeping: Only to leave him ugly to mine eyes, That they might glance on thee. No more, he's stung; Who'd think that in one body there could dwell Deformity and beauty, (heaven and hell) Goodness I see is but outside, we all set, In rings of Gold, stones that be counterfeit: I thought you none. I thought you had be born perfect. Troth do not, they'll overreach thee. The trial is when she comes to bearing: Gentlemen what is't you lack. What is't you buy, see fine bans and ruffs, fine lawns, fine cambrickes, what is't you lack Gentlemen, what is't you buy? Here lies the cambricke sir, but wants I fear me. Haida, o audacious groom, Dare you presume to noble women's linen, Keep you your yard to measure shepherds holland, I must confine you I see that. O abominable. 'Tis well known he took me from a La die service, where I was well beloved of the steward, I had my Lattine tongue, and a spice of the French before I came to him, and now does he keep a subberbian whore under my nostrils. You'll deal upon men's wives no more? His hair sheds off, and yet he speaks not so much in the nose as he did before. Didst never see and archer (as tho'ast walked by Bun hill) look a squint when he drew his bow?
Plot summary
Plot — The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse
Sebastian Wengrave was contracted to marry Mary Fitzallard until his father, dissatisfied with the dowry, cancelled the arrangement; Sebastian plans to reverse 1611 his father’s decision by pretending infatuation with Moll Cutpurse. Sir Alexander employs Trapdoor to enter Moll’s service as a spy and agent provocateur. Trapdoor forewarns Sir Alexander of an assignation between Sebastian and Moll, and they plot to entrap her in.a false charge of theft. In fact, Moll uses the meeting to bring Sebastian together with Mary. Sir Alexander eavesdrops on them and gives Moll counterfeit coins. Moll recognizes Trapdoor as a spy and sacks him. He turns to begging, posing as an discharged soldier, but she sees through his disguise and buys his true allegiance. Sir Alexander hears that Sebastian has absconded with Moll to get married, but is stymied when Trapdoor brings him additional, contradictory (and false) information about their movements. This enables Sebastian to carry out his clandestine marriage with Mary unmolested. Relieved that his son has not married into the criminal classes after all, Sir Alexander settles lands on the couple and forgives Moll. In the second plot, Laxton and Goshawk are having adulterous affairs with the citizen wives, Mistress Gallipot and Mistress Openwork. Laxton also has a date with Moll, but changes his mind about it when she turns up cross-dressed. He sends Mistress Gallipot a love-letter and asks her for money. Gallipot catches her reading it, and she lies that Laxton had a prior claim to marry her but was thought to be dead. She persuades him to buy off his rival with the money Laxton had asked for. As a practical joke, Laxton pretends to use the deception to extort further money, but then repays the thirty pounds he first received from Gallipot. Meanwhile, Openwork outmanoeuvres Goshawk by claiming to be an adulterer himself. Goshawk tells Mistress Openwork, but she sees through it as merely a seduction gambit, proving her fidelity and enabling her husband to shame the rake into penitence. In the third plot, Sir Davy Dapper attempts to discipline his son’s prodigality by having him arrested and imprisoned, but Moll and Trapdoor help him to escape. Afterwards Moll saves him and his friends from being robbed by some cutpurses, whom she recognizes. She explains that her knowledge of petty criminals and their practices does not make her a cutpurse herself.