Enter both the TOUCHWOODS
TOUCHWOOD SENIOR |
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I had been taken brother by eight sergeants, |
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But for the honest watermen; I am bound to them, |
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They are the most requiteful’st people living, |
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For as they get their means by gentlemen, |
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They are still the forwardest to help gentlemen. |
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You heard how one ’scaped out of the Blackfriars, |
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But a while since from two or three varlets |
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Came into the house with all their rapiers drawn, |
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As if they’d dance the sword dance on the stage, |
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With candles in their hands like chandlers’ ghosts, |
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Whilst the poor gentleman so pursued and bandied |
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Was by an honest pair of oars safely landed. |
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TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR |
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I love them with my heart for’t. |
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1 WATERMAN |
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Your first man sir. |
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2 WATERMAN |
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Shall I carry you gentlemen with a pair or oars? |
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TOUCHWOOD SENIOR |
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These be the honest fellows; |
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Take one pair, and leave the rest for her. |
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TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR |
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TOUCHWOOD SENIOR |
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No more brother. [Exit] |
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1 WATERMAN |
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Your first man. |
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2 WATERMAN |
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Shall I carry your worship? |
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TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR |
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Go, and you honest watermen that stay, |
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Here’s a French crown for you; |
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There comes a maid with all speed to take water, |
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Row her lustily to Barn Elms after me. |
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2 WATERMAN |
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To Barn Elms, good sir: make ready the boat Sam, |
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We’ll wait below. |
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Ex[eunt WATERMEN] |
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Enter MOLL
TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR |
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What made you stay so long? |
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MOLL |
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I found the way more dangerous than I looked for. |
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TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR |
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Away quick, there’s a boat waits for you, |
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And I’ll take water at Paul’s wharf, and overtake you. |
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MOLL |
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Good sir do, we cannot be too safe. |
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[Exeunt] |
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Enter SIR WALTER, YELLOWHAMMER, TIM and TUTOR
SIR WALTER |
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Life, call you this close keeping? |
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YELLOWHAMMER |
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She was kept under a double lock. |
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SIR WALTER |
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A double devil. |
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TIM |
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That’s a buff sergeant, tutor, he’ll ne’er wear out. |
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YELLOWHAMMER |
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How would you have women locked? |
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TIM |
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With padlocks father, the Venetian uses it, |
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My tutor reads it. |
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SIR WALTER |
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Heart, if she were so locked up, how got she out? |
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YELLOWHAMMER |
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There was a little hole looked into the gutter, |
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But who would have dreamt of that? |
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SIR WALTER |
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A wiser man would. |
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TIM |
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He says true, father, a wise man for love will seek every |
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hole: my tutor knows it. |
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TUTOR |
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Verum poeta dicit. |
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TIM |
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Dicit Virgilius, father. |
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YELLOWHAMMER |
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Prithee talk of thy gills somewhere else, she’s played the gill |
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with me: where’s your wise mother now? |
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TIM |
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Run mad I think, I thought she would have drowned herself; |
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she would not stay for oars, but took a smelt boat: sure |
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I think she be gone a-fishing for her. |
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YELLOWHAMMER |
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She’ll catch a goodly dish of gudgeons now, |
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Will serve us all to supper. |
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Enter MAUDLINE drawing MOLL by the hair, and WATERMEN
MAUDLINE |
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I’ll tug thee home by the hair. |
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WATERMEN |
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Good mistress, spare her. |
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MAUDLINE |
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Tend your own business. |
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WATERMEN |
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You are a cruel mother. |
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Ex[eunt WATERMEN]
MOLL |
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O my heart dies! |
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MAUDLINE |
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I’ll make thee an example for all the neighbours’ daughters. |
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MOLL |
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Farewell life. |
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MAUDLINE |
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You that have tricks can counterfeit. |
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YELLOWHAMMER |
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Hold, hold Maudline! |
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MAUDLINE |
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I have brought your jewel by the hair. |
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YELLOWHAMMER |
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She’s here knight. |
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SIR WALTER |
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Forbear or I’ll grow worse. |
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TIM |
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Look on her, tutor, she hath brought her from the water |
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like a mermaid; she’s but half my sister now, as far as the |
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flesh goes, the rest may be sold to fishwives. |
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Dissembling cunning baggage! |
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YELLOWHAMMER |
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Impudent strumpet! |
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SIR WALTER |
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Either give over both, or I’ll give over: |
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Why have you used me thus unkind mistress? |
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Wherein have I deserved? |
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YELLOWHAMMER |
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You talk too fondly sir. We’ll take another course and prevent |
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all; we might have done’t long since; we’ll lose no time |
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now, nor trust to’t any longer: tomorrow morn as early as |
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sunrise we’ll have you joined. |
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MOLL |
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O bring me death tonight, love pitying fates, |
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Let me not see tomorrow up upon the world. |
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YELLOWHAMMER |
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Are you content sir, till then she shall be watched? |
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MAUDLINE |
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Baggage you shall. |
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Exit [with MOLL and YELLOWHAMMER]
TIM |
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Why father, my tutor and I will both watch in armour. |
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TUTOR |
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How shall we do for weapons? |
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TIM |
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Take you no care for that, if need be I can send for conquering |
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metal tutor, ne’er lost day yet; ’tis but at |
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Westminster – I am acquainted with him that keeps the |
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monuments; I can borrow Harry the Fifth’s sword, ’twill |
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serve us both to watch with. |
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Exit [with TUTOR] |
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SIR WALTER |
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I never was so near my wish, as this chance |
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Makes me; ere tomorrow noon, |
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I shall receive two thousand pound in gold, |
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And a sweet maidenhead |
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Worth forty. |
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Enter TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR with a WATERMAN
TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR |
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O thy news splits me. |
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WATERMAN |
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Half drowned, she cruelly tugged her by the hair, |
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Forced her disgracefully, not like a mother. |
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TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR |
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Enough, leave me like my joys. |
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Exit WATERMAN |
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Sir, saw you not a wretched maid pass this way? |
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Heart villain, is it thou? |
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Both draw and fight |
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SIR WALTER Yes slave, ’tis I. |
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TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR |
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I must break through thee then, there is no stop |
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That checks my tongue and all my hopeful fortunes, |
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That breast excepted, and I must have way. |
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SIR WALTER |
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Sir, I believe ’twill hold your life in play. |
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[Wounds TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR] |
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TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR |
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Sir, you’ll gain the heart in my breast at first? |
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SIR WALTER |
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There is no dealing then? Think on the dowry for two |
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thousand pounds. |
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TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR [Wounds SIR WALTER] |
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O now ’tis quit sir. |
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SIR WALTER |
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Being of even hand, I’ll play no longer. |
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No longer, slave? |
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SIR WALTER |
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I have certain things to think on, |
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Before I dare go further. |
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TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR |
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But one bout? |
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I’ll follow thee to death, but ha’t out. |
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Ex[eunt] |
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