Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 21 (gar, shillings, alii, yongrave, ogenes, nat…). Matches are highlighted.
Brother's, that swear refuse them, and drink nothing but wicked Sack, when we swear nothing but niggers noggers, make a meal of a bloat Herring, water it with four shillings Beer, and then swear we have dined as well as my Lord Mayor. Ye should have put her money by her self, for fear of wronging of the whole heap. All these petty pawns
turn goodman file? What upon a spare vice to lend a Noble? That is no noble vice I assure you. Look you being a neighbour, and born one for another. There is five shillings upon't, which at the fortnights end goodman File you must make five shillings six pence. Nay and it were not to do you a courtesy— And then I had forgotten three
and it were not to do you a courtesy— And then I had forgotten three pence for my Bill, so there is four pence, and nine pence, which you are to tender back, five shillings six pence, goodman File at the end of the fortnight. Sim, because the man's and honest man, I pray lay up his Vice, as safe as it were your own. Pray forsooth—what's
well, he cannot in conscience but do us the courtesy and kill him for us, come gallants, what shall we do? I'll never go home to go to bed with my guts full of shillings beer, when I may replenish them with Sack,—Hay, now am I as lusty, me thinks we two have blue eards, is there never a wench to be had? Drawer bring us up impossibilities,
know has a good face, this is S cke to them and out of their Element. Hum, upon such a match of mine, talk of a hun dreaded Mark, this is to drink ignoble onre shillings beer, a hundred Mark, why your Lawyer there can clear such a trifle in a Term, and his Clients never the better. What is she, here's my Brother knows hat she is
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Morrow Sim, my father stirring Sim? Hum, I am sorry the old man should lie by the hour, but o, these wicked Elder Brother's, that swear refuse them, and drink nothing but wicked Sack, when we swear nothing but niggers noggers, make a meal of a bloat Herring, water it with four shillings Beer, and then swear we have dined as well as my Lord Mayor. Ye should have put her money by her self, for fear of wronging of the whole heap. All these petty pawns sirrah, my Father commits to to my managing, to instruct me in this craft, that when he die, the commonwealth may wantam good member. Why, why? What the Widow Nag. Niggers noggers, I thought he had be sick and had not be up Sim. Whats that lies by the books? Prithee lends a sleeve of that, had a Noble on't last night, and never paid me my Bill money. Who's this, goodman file the blacksmith, I thought'had been our old collier: did you go to bed with that dirty face goodman file? What have you bumming out there goodman file? Why how will you do to work then goodman file? Hum, ye did not buy this spare vice of a lean Courtier, did ye? Nay, nay, Sim, we must doo't sometime. And what wood serve your turn goodman file? What upon a spare vice to lend a Noble? That is no noble vice I assure you. Look you being a neighbour, and born one for another. There is five shillings upon't, which at the fortnights end goodman File you must make five shillings six pence. Nay and it were not to do you a courtesy— And then I had forgotten three pence for my Bill, so there is four pence, and nine pence, which you are to tender back, five shillings six pence, goodman File at the end of the fortnight. Sim, because the man's and honest man, I pray lay up his Vice, as safe as it were your own. Pray forsooth—what's a cl cke. I wonnot kiss indeed. I wonnot kiss truly. Wood my girdle may break if I do. Niggers noggers I wonnot. Your boy forsooth Father. Better then yourself forsooth father. Two and twenty years, three moneths', three days, and three quarters of and hour, forsooth Father. Caput. Caput blockhead. Aura. Occules. Occulies, occulies. Oh monster Father, look if he be not drunk, the very sighed of him makes me long for a cup of six. Yowl be at the fountain after dinner? Here's a noble now, and I'll bring you tother as I come by to the Tavern, but I'll make you swear, I shall drink no thing but small Betre. Ah, prithee Sim bid the maid eat my breakfast her self. Mass that's true. No forsooth. To the Devil father? Sniggers, what does the Devil and a Saint both in a sign? To the devil as fast I can Sir, the world shall know who's son I am. Exit. Nay I love to be as good as my say, see brother, look, there's the rest or your money upon the Ring, I can not spend a penny, for I have never a penny left, what are these, what are these? Of the Poultry, or of Woodstreete. I'll take my leave brother, I am in g would . Fough this Tobacco. Sh looks ust upon e. No, no, no pray: Sweeter then Ginger. Pish I tell you, I do no , I know my time, pray what's her name? Niggers I have read of her in the Mirr r of Kaighthood. Nay brother. Let me go down and wash my face first. That word has 'ne conque worser me. Indeed but you shall not Sir, I went out early, and forgotten to wash e'm. What is't brother four or six? I with do no courtesy at this time Sir, yet for one cup I care not, because it comes from b yond the Seas. I think it's Outlandish win . Now truly the Gentleman drinks as Like one Ma ster Widgen a kinsman of mine. I have herd of that Widgin, I have been taken for him, and now I think on't, A cup of this is better then our four shilling Beer at home. Is it the law, that if a man drinks to no body, he must drink again. Why, then I will drink to no body once more, because I will drink again. Me thinks this glass was better then the to'ther Gentlemen. Do ye think so? Why then I pray give me tother cup that I may drink to some body. Mistress Lindabrides. Pox on you for a Coxcomb. Here Boys, give us some more wine. There's hundred Marks Gallants. It's your own. And do but let me bear on Office amongst ye. I know as great a matter has been done for as small a sum. Pray let me follow the fashion. Round. And this go not round. Some wine there Tapster. Is there never a Tapster i'th house? Corporal Codshead health sir. This is a cruel Ancient. Well, here's your Corporal, and you looks out can be quiet. Is he gone that called us butterflies? Thats well, he cannot in conscience but do us the courtesy and kill him for us, come gallants, what shall we do? I'll never go home to go to bed with my guts full of shillings beer, when I may replenish them with Sack,—Hay, now am I as lusty, me thinks we two have blue eards, is there never a wench to be had? Drawer bring us up impossibilities, and honest Whore, and a conscionable reckoning. Tempting handsome Sir, she is not married is she Gentlemen? Tempting handsome Sir, I have known a woe man of handsome tempting Fortune's, throw her self away upon a handsome tempting Sir. O, and a man were so, worthy tempting Sir. And when will you give it me again? There it's, send thee good luck with't, and go drunk to bed. I wonnot speak I tell you, till you hold up your finger, or fallen a whistling. He talks all sack, and he will drink no small Beer: O, is it so, I have herd there be more changes in a woman's heart in and hour, then can be rung up on six Bells', seven days, well go thy ways, little dost thou think how thou shalt be betrayed, within this four and twenty hours, thou shalt be mine own Wife, flesh and blood, by Father and Mother, o tempting handsome Sir. Would, would, would, Grandmother, I'll tell thee the best jest. Sirrah, whilst thou Wertenberg sent for into the next room, up came our second course, amongst others in a dish of blackbirds, there lay one, that I swore was a Wood cock, you were at Table Captain. Pish, we'll have as many more to morrow night, but still I swore it a Woodcock: she swore ' was a back-bird, ovv who shall we be tried by, but Sergeant Sliceman, Captain Carveguts Cozen here, a trifling uva her, a matter of the reckoning was laid, the Sergeant swore it a back-bird, I presently paid the reckoning, and she clapped of the breast presently, and swore 'twas a Wood cock, as if any other wood pass after the reckoning was paid. Made sure before such a mad crew of witnesses, sirrah, Granham, al's agreed, Sue's—. How, prithee Granham look to Dab, do you two but hold them in a talk, while I steal down and pay the reckoning. That's it I would have man, weel make them all drunk, they'le never leave us else, and still as it comes to a crown, I'll steal down and pay it in spite of their teeth, remember therefore that ye make them all drunk, but be sure you keep me sober to pay the reckonings. Yes indeed Father, I am going to the business, and Gentlemen all, I am come whither you will or no, to muite you all to my marriage, to this Gentlewoman, who though a good face needs no Mask; she's masked to make a man think she has a scurvy face, when I know has a good face, this is S cke to them and out of their Element. Hum, upon such a match of mine, talk of a hun dreaded Mark, this is to drink ignoble onre shillings beer, a hundred Mark, why your Lawyer there can clear such a trifle in a Term, and his Clients never the better. What is she, here's my Brother knows hat she is well enough, come hither Dab, and be known unto you, her name is Lindabrades, descended from the Em perour Tribatio of Greece, and half Niece, some six and fifty descents to most unvanquished Claridiana. I tell thee prattling Constable, it's a lie, Lindam braids a Drunkard? Where, why in Greece. Truly father, I have paid some sixteen recko nings, since I saw you, I was never sober since you sent me to the Devil yesterday, and for the rest of your money, I sent it to one Captain Carvegut, he swore to me his Father was my Lord Majors Cook, and that by Easter next, you should have the principal, and eggs for the use indeed sir. I truly Father, and he were any thing Like him, I would swear 'twere he. While I tie my Band, prithee stroke up my foretop a little, Niggers, and I had but dreamed of this and hour before I waked, I wood have put on my Sunday clothes, 'mailes my shoo S are as pale as the check of a stewd Pander, a clout, a clout Sim. But are a Chandlers ones worth so much Father? He will not make a Capon of me, will ee. Why I am none of your Father, brother, I am Time, do you know Time.
Plot summary
Plot — A Match at Midnight
Old Bloodhound is training his younger son Tim in the family pawnbroking business, since Alexander, the elder son, is a drunken wastrel. He intends to marry his daughter Mary to the informer Earlack, even though she prefers Ensign Young, while he himself will marry the young widow Wag. The widow has other suitors, including her servant Jarvis, but wants to get rid of them. She arranges a midnight assignation with Old Bloodhound, intending not to turn up. Jarvis arranges a substitute, and tells Bloodhound that his mistress has come incognito and must be addressed as Mistress Coot; in fact it really is a Mistress Coot, an old bawd, whom Bloodhound takes home that night in preparation for a wedding the next morning. Meanwhile, Mary plans to elope with Young that ' night, retrieving his mortgage from her father’s papers. 1622 The widow's Welsh suitor, Randall, hears about Mary and, though he has never met her, decides he prefers her to Wag. The servant Sim fixes Randall up with an assignation that night, but he ends up encountering Wag's maid, who is returning from a late errand and who also happens to be named Mary. Tim visits the tavern to give Alexander some pawn- money, and becomes enamoured of Sue Shortheels, thinking her a lady of noble descent. In fact, she is a prostitute. Alexander gets into the widow’s bedroom and hides under her bed, then forces her to agree to marry him by threatening to undress just as neighbours appear to be arriving. The various wedding plans unravel in the morning. Earlack has sneaked the opportunity to sleep with the widow — who is really Coot the bawd and a somewhat less desirable prospect in bed once seen in daylight. Meanwhile, Tim has married Sue, not knowing her true profession until it is too late, and Mary has married Young, to the dismay of Randall, who finds that he has accidentally married a servant. Only Alexander seems on course for the wedding he wants, until the widow points out that Jarvis has a prior claim: when he tried to seduce her months ago, she demanded that he should prove himself by living in her household as her servant. Now, however, she intends to honour her dead husband by never remarrying. Jarvis reveals his true identity: he is Wag himself, the widow’s husband, still alive, and satisfied that his ruse has proven his wife’s fidelity.