Theater paragraph for A Chaste Maid in Cheapside Essay

Theater Paragraph for A Chaste Maid In Cheapside
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Original: (A Chaste Maid In Cheapside ACT I.[i

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I.[i. A street in front of Yellowhammer's shop.]
Enter Maudlin and Moll, a shop being discovered.
MAUDLIN
Have you played over all your old lessons o' the virginals?
MOLL
Yes.
MAUDLIN
Yes, you are a dull maid alate, methinks you had need have somewhat to quicken your green sickness; do you weep? A husband. Had not such a piece of flesh been ordained, what had us wives been good for? To make
salads, or else cried up and down for samphire. To see the difference of these seasons! When I was of your youth,
I was lightsome, and quick, two years before I was married. You fit for a knight's bed−−drowsy−browed,
dull−eyed, drossy−spirited! I hold my life you have forgot your dancing: when was the dancer with you?
MOLL
The last week.
MAUDLIN
Last week? When I was of your bord, he missed me not a night, I was kept at it; I took delight to learn, and he to
teach me, pretty brown gentleman, he took pleasure in my company; but you are dull, nothing comes nimbly from
you, you dance like a plumber's daughter, and deserve two thousand pounds in lead to your marriage, and not in
goldsmith's ware.
Enter Yellowhammer.
YELLOWHAMMER
Now what's the din betwixt mother and daughter, ha?
MAUDLIN
Faith, small, telling your daughter Mary of her errors.
YELLOWHAMMER
Errors! Nay, the city cannot hold you, wife, but you must needs fetch words from Westminster; I ha' done, i'faith.
Has no attorney's clerk been here alate and changed his half−crown−piece his mother sent him, or rather cozened
you with a gilded twopence, to bring the word in fashion for her faults or cracks in duty and obedience, term 'em
e'en so, sweet wife? As there is no woman made without a flaw, your purest lawns have frays, and cambrics bracks.
MAUDLIN
But 'tis a husband solders up all cracks.
MOLL
What is he come, sir?
YELLOWHAMMER
Sir Walter's come.
He was met at Holborn Bridge, and in his company
A proper fair young gentlewoman, which I guess
By her red hair, and other rank descriptions,
To be his landed niece brought out of Wales,
Which Tim our son (the Cambridge boy) must marry.
'Tis a match of Sir Walter's own making
To bind us to him, and our heirs for ever.
MAUDLIN
We are honoured then, if this baggage would be humble,
And kiss him with devotion when he enters.
I cannot get her for my life
To instruct her hand thus, before and after,
Which a knight will look for, before and after.
I have told her still, 'tis the waving of a woman
Does often move a man, and prevails strongly.
But sweet, ha' you sent to Cambridge,
Has Tim word on't?
YELLOWHAMMIER
Had word just the day after when you sent him the silver spoon to eat his broth in the hall, amongst the gentlemen
commoners.
MAUDLIN
O, 'twas timely.
Enter Porter.
YELLOWHAMMER
How now?
PORTER
A letter from a gentleman in Cambridge.
YELLOWHAMMER
O, one of Hobson's porters, thou art welcome. I told thee, Maud, we should hear from Tim. [Reads letter]
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