Edwards, Richard · published 1571 · first performed or written 1564 [1564-1568] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 488 words
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Shall I tell you by what slight I got all this money Then ich wear a noddy in deed: not, not, I warrant ye, Yet in few words I tell you this one thing, He is a very fool that can not gain by the King. Well said father Grim, you are a wily Colier & a brave, I see now there is no knave to the old knave. Such knaves have money, when courtiers have none, But tell me, is it true that a broad is blown? What is that? Hath the King made those fair Damsels his daughters, To be come now fine and trim Barbers. Yea truly to his own person. Good fellows believe me, as the case now stands, I would give one sack of Coals, to be washed at their hands: If ich came so near them, for my wit chould not give three chips, If ich could not steal one swap at their lips. Will, this knave is drunk, let us dress him, Let us riffell him so that he have not one penny to bless him, And steal away his Debenters too. Content, invent the way, and I am ready. Faith, and I will make him a noddy: Father Grim, if you pray me well, I will wash you & shave you too even after the same fashion as the kings daughters do: In all points as they handle Dionysius, I will dress you trim & fine Chuld vain learn y: come on then, I'll give thee a whole pint of wine At Tavern for thy labour, when cha money for my Be●nters hear. Come mine own Father Grim, sit down. Mass to begin withal, hear is a trim chair. What man I will use you like a prince: sir boy, fetch me my gear. Here sir. Hold up father Grim. Me seem my head doth swim. My Costly perfumes make that, away with this sir Bay: be quick. Aloyse, aloyse, how how pretty it is, is not here a good face? A fine Oules eyes, a mouth like an Oven, Father you have good Butter teeth, full seen, You wear weaned, else you would have been a great Calf, Ah trim lips to sweep a Manger, here is a chin, As soft as the hoof of an horse. Doth the kings daughters rub so hard? Hold your head strait man, else all will be marred, By'r lady, you are of a good complexion, A right Croyden sanguine, beshrew me, Hold up father Grim, Will can you bestir ye? Me thinks after a marvelous fashion you do besmoure me. It is with VNGVENTUM of Daucus Maucus', that is very costly, I give not this washing ball to every body: After you have ben dressed so finely at my hand, You may kiss any Lady's lips within this land: A, you are trimly washed, how say you, is not this trimm water?
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Shall I tell you by what lite I got all this money Then ich weare a noddy in déede: no, no, I warrant ye, Yet in few words I tell you this one thinge, He is a very foole that can not gayne by the Kinge. Well sayde father Grimme, you are a wilie Colier & a braue, I sée now there is no knaue to the olde knaue. Suche knaues haue mony, when courtiers haue none, But tell me, is it true that a brode is blowne? What is that? Hath the Kinge made those fayre Damsels his daughters, To be come now fine and trimme Barbers. Yea truly to his owne person. Good fellowes beleue me, as the case now standes, I would geue one sacke of Coles, to be washt at their hands: If ich came so neare them, for my wyt chould not geue three chippes, If ich could not steale one swap at their lippes. Wyll, this knaue is drunke, let vs dresse him, Let vs riffell him so that he haue not one pennie to blesse him, And steale away his Debenters too. Content, inuent the waye, and I am readie. Faith, and I wyll make him a noddie: Father Grimme, if you praie me well, I wyll wash you & shaue you too Een after the same fashion as the Kinges daughters doo: In all poyntes as they handle Dionisius, I wyll dresse you trim & fine Chuld vayne learne y•: come on then, chil geue thée a whol pint of win At Tauerne for thy labour, when cha mony for my Benters heare. Com mine owne Father Grimme, sit downe. Mas to beginne withall, heare is a trimme chayre▪ What man I wyll vse you like a prince: sir boy, fetche me my geare. Here syr. Holde vp father Grimme. Me séeme my head doth swimme. My Costly perfumes make that, away with this sir Bay: e quicke▪ Aloyse, aloyse, how how pretie it is, is not here a good face? A fine Oules eyes, a mouth lyke an Ouen, Father you haue good Butter téeth, full séene, You weare weaued, els you would haue ben a great Calfe▪ Ah trimme lippes to swéepe a Manger, here is a chinne, As softe as the hoose of an horse. Doth the Kinges daughters rubbe so harde? Hold your head straite man, els all wyll be marde, Byr ladie, you are of a good complexion, A right Croyden sanguine, beshrew mee, Hould vp father Grimme, Wyll can you besturre ye? Me thinks after a maruelous fashion you do besmoure me. It is with VNGVENTVM of Daucus Maucus, that is very costly, I geue not this washinge ball to euery body: After you haue ben drest so finely at my hande, You may kisse any Ladies lippes within this lande: A, you are trimly washt, how say you, is not this trimm water?