A CHASTE MAID IN CHEAPSIDE

A monologue from the play by Thomas Middleton


  • NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from A Chaste Maid in Cheapside. Thomas Middleton. London: Francis Constable, 1630.
  • ALLWIT: The founder's come to town: I'm like a man
    Finding a table furnish'd to his hand,
    As mine is still to me, prays for the founder--
    Bless the right worshipful the good founder's life!
    I thank him, has maintain'd my house this ten years;
    Not only keeps my wife, but 'a keeps me
    And all my family; I'm at his table:
    He gets me all my children, and pays the nurse
    Monthly or weekly; puts me to nothing, rent,
    Nor church-duties, not so much as the scavenger:
    The happiest state that ever man was born to!
    I walk out in a morning; come to breakfast,
    Find excellent cheer; a good fire in winter;
    Look in my coal-house about midsummer eve,
    That's full, five or six chaldron new laid up;
    Look in my backyard, I shall find a steeple
    Made up with Kentish faggots, which o'erlooks
    The water-house and the windmills: I say nothing,
    But smile and pin the door. When she lies in,
    As now she's even upon the point of grunting,
    A lady lies not in like her; there's her embossings,
    Embroiderings, spanglings, and I know not what,
    As if she lay with all the gaudy-shops
    In Gresham's Burse about her; then her restoratives,
    Able to set up a young 'pothecary,
    And richly stock the foreman of a drug-shop;
    Her sugar by whole loaves, her wines like rundlets.
    I see these things, but, like a happy man,
    I pay for none at all; yet fools think's mine;
    I have the name, and in his gold I shine:
    And where some merchants would in soul kiss hell
    To buy a paradise for their wives, and dye
    Their conscience in the bloods of prodigal heirs
    To deck their night-piece, yet all this being done,
    Eaten with jealousy to the inmost bone--
    As what affliction nature more constrains,
    Than feed the wife plump for another's veins?
    These torments stand I freed of; I'm as clear
    From jealousy of a wife as from the charge:
    O, two miraculous blessings! 'tis the knight
    Hath took that labour all out of my hands:
    I may sit still and play; he's jealous for me,
    Watches her steps, sets spies; I live at ease,
    He has both the cost and the torment: when the string
    Of his heart frets, I feed, laugh, or sing,
    La dildo, dildo la dildo, la dildo dildo de dildo!

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