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    The Puritan Widow or the Puritaine Widdow, Shakespeare Apocrypha
    The Puritan Widow or the Puritaine Widdow, Shakespeare Apocrypha
    The Puritan Widow or the Puritaine Widdow, Shakespeare Apocrypha
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    The Puritan Widow or the Puritaine Widdow, Shakespeare Apocrypha

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    Elizabethan play, sometimes attributed in part to Shakespeare. According to Wikipedia: "William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564 – died 23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon" (or simply "The Bard"). His surviving works consist of 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language, and are performed more often than those of any other playwright."
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSeltzer Books
    Release dateMar 1, 2018
    ISBN9781455365296
    The Puritan Widow or the Puritaine Widdow, Shakespeare Apocrypha
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare was born in April 1564 in the town of Stratford-upon-Avon, on England’s Avon River. When he was eighteen, he married Anne Hathaway. The couple had three children—an older daughter Susanna and twins, Judith and Hamnet. Hamnet, Shakespeare’s only son, died in childhood. The bulk of Shakespeare’s working life was spent in the theater world of London, where he established himself professionally by the early 1590s. He enjoyed success not only as a playwright and poet, but also as an actor and shareholder in an acting company. Although some think that sometime between 1610 and 1613 Shakespeare retired from the theater and returned home to Stratford, where he died in 1616, others believe that he may have continued to work in London until close to his death.

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      The Puritan Widow or the Puritaine Widdow, Shakespeare Apocrypha - William Shakespeare

      The Puritaine Widdow, Attributed in Part to William Shakespeare

      published by Samizdat Express, Orange, CT, USA

      established in 1974, offering over 14,000 books

      Other plays partially attributed to William Shakespeare:

      Cromwell

      Edward III

      Faire Em

      Fairy Tale in Two Acts

      London Prodigal

      Merry Devil

      Sir John Oldcastle

      Sir Thomas More

      Tragedy of Locrine

      Two Noble Kinsmen

      All's One

      feedback welcome: info@samizdat.com

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      THE

      ACTORS

      NAME

      In the Play Intitled

      The Puritan Widow.

      The Scene London.

      Lady Plus, a Citizens Widow.

      Frances,

      Moll, her two Daughters.

      Sir Godfrey, Brother-in-Law to the Widow Plus.

      Master Edmond, Son to the Widow Plus.

      George Pye-boord, a Scholar and a Citizen.

      Peter Skirmish, an old Soldier.

      Captain Idle, a Highway-man.

      Corporal Oath, a vain-glorious Fellow.

      Nichols St. Antlings,

      Simon St. Mary Overies,

      Frailty, Serving-men to the Lady Plus.

      Sir Oliver Muck-hill, a Suitor to the Lady Plus.

      Sir John Penny-Dub, a Suitor to Moll.

      Sir Andrew Tipstaff, a Suitor to Frances.

      The Sheriff of London.

      Puttock,

      Ravenshaw, Two of the Sheriffs Sergeants.

      Dogson, a Yeoman.

      A Noble-man.

      A Gentleman Citizen.

      Officers.

      ACTUS PRIMUS.

      Scene I.  A Garden behind the widow's house.

      [Enter the Lady Widdow-Plus, her two daughters Frank and Moll,

      her husband's Brother an old Knight Sir Godfrey, with her Son

      and heir Master Edmond, all in mourning apparel, Edmond in a

      Cyrpess Hat.  The Widdow wringing her hands, and bursting out

      Into passion, as newly come from the Burial of her husband.

      WIDOW.

      Oh, that ever I was borne, that ever I was borne!

      SIR GODFREY.

      Nay, good Sister, dear sister, sweet sister, be of good

      comfort; show your self a woman, now or never.

      WIDOW.

      Oh, I have lost the dearest man, I have buried the sweetest

      husband that ever lay by woman.

      SIR GODFREY.

      Nay, give him his due, he was indeed an honest, virtuous,

      Discreet, wise man,--he was my Brother, as right as right.

      WIDOW.

      O, I shall never forget him, never forget him; he was a man

      so well given to a woman--oh!

      SIR GODFREY.

      Nay, but, kind Sister, I could weep as much as any woman,

      but, alas, our tears cannot call him again:  me thinks you

      are well read, Sister, and know that death is as common as

      Homo, a common name to all men:--a man shall be taken when

      he's making water.--Nay, did not the learned Parson, Master

      Pigman, tell us e'en now, that all Flesh is frail, we are

      borne to die, Man ha's but a time:  with such like deep and

      profound persuasions, as he is a rare fellow, you know, and

      an excellent Reader:  and for example, (as there are

      examples aboundance,) did not Sir Humfrey Bubble die tother

      day?  There's a lusty Widdow; why, she cried not above half

      an hour--for shame, for shame! Then followed him old Master

      Fulsome, the Usurer:  there's a wise Widdow; why, she cried

      ne'er a whit at all.

      WIDOW.

      O, rank not me with those wicked women:  I had a husband

      Out-shined 'em all.

      SIR GODFREY.

      Aye, that he did, yfaith:  he out-shined 'em all.

      WIDOW.

      Doost thou stand there and see us all weep, and not once

      shed a tear for thy father's death? oh, thou ungratious son

      and heir, thou!

      EDMOND.

      Troth, Mother, I should not weep, I'm sure; I am past a

      child, I hope, to make all my old School fellows laugh at

      me; I should be mocked, so I should.  Pray, let one of my

      Sisters weep for me.  I'll laugh as much for her another

      time.

      WIDOW.

      Oh, thou past-Grace, thou! out of my sight, thou graceless

      imp, thou grievest me more than the death of thy Father! oh,

      thou stubborn only son! hadst thou such an honest man to thy

      Father--that would deceive all the world to get riches for

      thee--and canst thou not afford a little salt water? he that

      so wisely did quite over-throw the right heir of those lands,

      which now you respect not:  up every morning betwixt four

      and five; so duly at Westminster Hall every Term-Time, with

      all his Cards and writings, for thee, thou wicked Absolon--

      oh, dear husband!

      EDMOND.

      Weep, quotha?  I protest I am glad he's Churched; for now

      he's gone, I shall spend in quiet.

      FRANCES.

      Dear mother, pray cease; half your Tears suffice.

      Tis time for you to take truce with your eyes;

      Let me weep now.

      WIDOW.

      Oh, such a dear knight! such a sweet husband have I lost,

      have I lost!--If Blessed be the coarse the rain rains upon,

      he had it pouring down.

      SIR GODFREY.

      Sister, be of good cheer, we are all mortal our selves.  I

      come upon you freshly.  I near speak without comfort, hear

      me what I shall say:--my brother ha's left you wealthy,

      y'are rich.

      WIDOW.

      Oh!

      SIR GODFREY.

      I say y'are rich:  you are also fair.

      WIDOW.

      Oh!

      SIR GODFREY.

      Go to, y'are fair, you cannot smother it; beauty will come

      to light; nor are your years so far enter'd with you, but

      that you will be sought after, and may very well answer

      another husband; the world is full of fine Gallants, choice

      enow, Sister,--for what should we do with  all our Knights,

      I pray, but to marry rich widows, wealthy Citizens' widows,

      lusty fair-browed Ladies? go to, be of good comfort, I say:

      leave snobbing and weeping--Yet my Brother was a kind hearted

      man--I would not have the Elf see me now!--Come, pluck up a

      woman's heart--here stands your Daughters, who be well

      estated, and at maturity will also be enquir'd after with

      good husbands, so all these tears shall be soon dried up and

      a better world than ever--What, Woman? you must not weep

      still; he's dead, he's buried--yet I cannot choose but weep

      for him!

      WIDOW.

      Marry again! no! let me be buried quick then!

      And that same part of Quire whereon I tread

      To such intent, O may it be my grave;

      And

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