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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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all the wealth this day has brought me And thus I hug it Mrs Low Prethee Wid. Thus I kiss it Mrs Low I can't abide these kissings Wid. How Sir not I 'll try that sure I 'll kiss you out of that humor Mrs Low Push by my troth I cannot Wid. What cannot you Sir Mrs Low Not toy nor bill and imitate House-Pigeons A married man must think of other matters Wid. How other matters Sir what other matters Mrs Low Why are there no other matters that belong to 't Do you think y' have married onely a Cock-sparrow And fit but for one business like a fool You shall not finde it so Wid. You can talk strangely Sir Come will you to bed Mrs Low No faith will not I. Wid. What not to bed Sir Mrs Low And I do hang me not to bed with you Wid. How not to bed with me Sir with whom else Mrs Low Why am not I enough to lie with my self Wid. Is that the end of marriage Mrs Low No by my faith 't is but the beginning yet death is the end on 't Unless some trick come i' th' middle and dash all Wid. Were you so forward lately and so youthful That scarce my modest strength could save me from you And are you now so cold Mrs Low I 've thought on 't since It was but a rude part in me y'faith To offer such bold tricks to any woman And by degrees I shall well break my self from 't I feel my self well chastned since that time And not the third part now so loosely minded O when one sees their follies 't is a comfort My very thoughts take more staid years upon 'em Oh marriage is such a serious divine thing It makes youth grave and sweetly nips the Spring Wid. If I had chose a Gentleman for care And worldly business I had ne'r took you I had the offers of enough more fit For such employment I chose you for love Youth and content of heart and not for troubles You are not ripe for them after y' have spent Some twenty years in dalliance youths affairs Then take a Book in your hand and sum up cares As for wealth now you know that 's got to your hands Mrs Low But had I known 't had been so wrongfully got As I heard since you should have had free leave To have made choice of another Master for 't Wid. Why can that trouble you Mrs Low It may too soon but go My sleeps are sound I love not to be started With an ill conscience at the fall of midnight And have mine eyes torn ope with poor mens curses I do not like the fate on 't 't is still apt To breed unrest dissention wilde debate And I 'm the worst at quarrels upon Earth Unless a mighty injury should provoke me Get you to bed go Wid. Not without you in troth Sir Mrs Low If you could think how much you wrong your self In my opinion of you you would leave me now With all the speed you might I like you worse For this fond heat and drink in more suspition of you You high-fed Widows are too cunning people For a poor Gentleman to come simply to Wid. What 's that Sir Mrs Low You may make a youth on him 'T is at your courtesie and that 's ill trusted You could not want a friend beside a Suiter To sit in your husbands gown and look over your writings Wid. What 's this Mrs Low I say there is a time when women Can do too much and understand too little Once more to bed I 'd willingly be a Father To no more Noses then I got my self And so good night to you Wid. Now I see the infection A yellow poyson runs through the sweet Spring Of his fair youth already 't is distracted Jealous of that which Thought yet never acted O dear Sir on my knees I swear to thee Mrs Low I prethee use them in thy private Chamber As a good Lady should spare 'em not there 'T will do thee good faith none 't will do thee here Wid. Have I yet married poverty and must love What Fortune has my heart that 's all I crav'd And that lies now a dying it has took A speeding poyson and I 'm ignorant how I never knew what beggery was till now My wealth yeelds me no comfort in this plight Had want but brought me love I 'd happen'd right Exit Widow Mrs Low So this will serve now for a preparative To ope the powers of some dislike at first The Physick will pay 't home How dost thou Sir How goes the work Enter Mr Low-water Mr Low Your Brother has the Letter Mrs Low I finde no stop in 't then it moves well hitherto Did you convey it closely Mr Low He ne'r set eye of me Bev. I cannot read too often Above Mrs Low Peace to your office Bev. What blessed fate took pitty of my heart But with her presence to relieve me thus All the large volumes that my time hath master'd Are not so precious to adorn my spirit As these few lines are to inrich my minde I thirst again to drink of the same Fountain KInde Sir I found your care and love so much in the performance of a little wherein your wit and art had late employment that I dare now trust your bosome with business of more weight and eminence Little thought the world that since the Wedding dinner all my mirth was but dissembled and seeming joys but counterfeit The truth to you Sir is I finde so little signs of content in the bagain I made i' th' morning that I began to repent before Evening Prayer and to shew some fruits of his wilful neglect and wilde disposition more then the day could bring forth to me has now forsook my Bed I know no cause for 't Mrs Low But I 'll be sworn I do Bev. Being thus distrest Sir I desire your comfortable presence and councel whom I know to be of worth and judgment that a Lady may safely impart her griefs to you and commit 'em to the Vertues of Commiseration and Secrecy Your unfortunate Friend The Widow Wife I have took order for your private admittance With a trusty servant of mine own whom I have Plac'd at my Chamber-door to attend your coming He shall not wait too long and curse my slowness Mr Low I would you 'd come away then Bev. How much am I beguil'd in that yong Gentleman I would have sworn had been the perfect abstract Of honesty and mildness 'T is not so Mrs Low I pardon you sweet Brother there 's no hold Of what you speak now you 're in Cupids pound Bev. Blest be the secret hand that brought thee hither But the dear hand that writ it ten times blest Mr Low That 's I still has blest me now ten times at twice Away I hear him coming Mrs Low Strike it sure now Exit Mr Low I warrant thee sweet Kate chuse your best Enter Mr Beveril Bev. Who 's