Publications Volume 13; No. 30; No. 42 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1853 edition. Excerpt: ...shall be partaker of the match. Ralph. Nay, sir, if you mean to have partners in the match, I hope Ralph can help to serve your wife's turn as well as another, what e'er he be. How say you, mistress? Moll. All's one to me, whom he pleases. Bow. Come then, sweet Moll; we'll to the Drawer, There to despatch what I further intend. Moll. And well remember'd, husband. Ralph. A forward maiden by this light " husband," before the clerk hath said Amen Moll. He hath work of mine; I pray forget it not. Bow. I will not, Moll. Now, you lame rogue; where is this maiden's work my wife's work, you rascal quick, give it her. Crip. Sweet signior the sweet nymph's work is almost finished; but, sweet blood you drive me into admiration with your latter words. Your sweet wife's work. I admire it. Bow. Ay, ye halting rascal my wife's work. She's my wife before God and Ralph. How say'st thou, Moll, art thou not? Moll. Yes, forsooth; and to confirm the same, Here, in this presence, I plight my faith again. And speak again what erst before was said, That none but you shall have my maidenhead. Bow. A good wench, Moll I'faith, now will I to thy father for his good will. Cripple, see you remember what is past; for I will call thee in question for a witness, if need require. Farewell, cur farewell, dog Exeunt Bowdler and Ralph. Crip. Adieu, fond humourist parenthesis of jests Whose humour like a needless cypher fills a room But now, Moll Berry a word or two with you. Hast thou forgotten Bernard? thy thoughts were bent on him. Moll. On him, Cripple? for what? was it for marriage? Crip. It was for love; why not for marriage? 0 monstrous I Were I a maid, and should be so bewitch'd, I'd pull my eyes out that did lend me light, Exclaim against my fortune, ban my...