Vulgar words in The Fatal Jealousie (1673) (Page 1)
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_To you, great Sovereign Wits, that have such sway, Without Controul to save, or damn a Play; That with a pish, my Anthony, or so, Can the best Rally'd sence at once or'e throw; And by this pow'r, that none must question now, Have made the most Rebellious Writers bow, Our Author, here his low Submission brings, Begging your pass, calls you the Stages Kings; He sayes, nay, on a Play-Book, swears it too, Your pox uppo'nt damn it, what's here to do?
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_Anto._ Come, come, these are but wyles to Palliate things, Can you believe me stupid, or an Ass?
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Dost think I am so hot to make Love to a Monument?
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_Flor._ Ay, hear him, Nurse, he'l be sure to recant and Swear you're as sweet as--a--fogh--so sweet-- _Nurse._ What, Hussy, dare you abuse me--I that gave suck To my Lady before thou wast born--you Young Whore.
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_Flor._ Young Whore!
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why not Old Whore, Nurse, as well as Young Whore?
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_Nurse._ You damn'd Young Slut, I'le tear out your Eyes.
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_Nurse._ I, sure, for he makes Love to her, and she's so hot Upon't, that she vows after this Night never to meet _Francisco_ any more; but I'le go Live with her, And so shalt thou.
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_Nurse._ Why, 'tis not so, I dare not tell my Lord so damn'd a Lye.
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Y'are a Fool, there shall no hurt come of it, Only we'l be Reveng'd of _Pedro_, and that Slut, for They're our Enemies; besides, if you won't, I'le swear You told me so, and moreover, let him know all the Rest y'have told me.
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Nay, I am forc't to say so now to please her; Some heavenly Angel make me Chaste again, Or make me nothing, I am resolv'd to try, Before I'de still live Whore, I'de choose to dye.
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Tell me, you Bawd, Who Whores my Wife?
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For Whore I know she is, And you're her Bawd.
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_Witch._ These things you speak of, people think I do, And so I'de have e'm; for tis the only way I have to Live: The Vulgar People love to be deluded; And things the most unlikely they most dote on; A strange Disease in Cattle, Hogs or Pigs, Or any Accident in Cheese or Butter; Though't be but Natural, or a Sluts fault, Must strait be Witchcraft!
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_Fran._ By heav'n I'le be his Death, and hers to boot; Can she slight me for him, he Whore our Kindred!
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The Moon begins to drown her self in Clouds, Leaving a duskish horror every where, My sickly fancy makes the Garden seem Like those benighted Groves in _Plato's_ Kingdoms, Which Poets fancy that the damn'd inhabit.
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_Ger._ Oh, damn'd Villain, he shall not long survive To boast of it.
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_Anto._ Damn'd Letcher, so it is!
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Nay, then Hell take it's Quarry; this for _Don Lewis_, This for _Don Francisco_; and take this last For thy insatiate Lust with that damn'd Hind.
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_Nurse._ O thou damn'd Rogue!
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_Jasp._ You lying Witch, be damn'd-- [Offers at her again.
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But you'l lose my story; which in short is this: That Lady lov'd me not, and therefore I Made her Lord Jealous, took him to a Witch, And there I fool'd him finely: Till the Jade, Who was my Aunt indeed, at your approach Would have discover'd all; which I prevented, And stopt her Mouth with this: Then I contriv'd To kill _Eugenia_, knowing she would meet _Francisco_ in the Garden; that I did Because she call'd me Villain, and refus'd To let me Whore her too, as did her Couzen; And more, I knew the simple Lord I serv'd When he had Murder'd her, as I should make him, Would thank my Care, and well reward it too: Nay, I'd have him do't for his own safety, That still the Murder might be thought _Francisco_'s; You know the rest i'th' Garden.
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I taught besides That damn'd Old Hagg, whose fear has made me thus, To put this trick on _Pedro_: I bid her call him When she should hear us whistle, then in haste, And all undrest send him to _Cælia_'s Chamber, Whilst we, let in, might meet him coming thence, Thinking the Cuckold's Rage would murder all, And never hear 'em speak; but there I fail'd, Their dying words betray'd me, that's the worst, Or I had liv'd to glory in their Deaths; But this my Comfort is, he'l not survive me, I have done his bus'ness too before I dye.
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To let me Whore her too, as did her Couzen; _text reads_ To lent me The Comick part fit only for a Farse; _text reads_ fit only for Fase ]