Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 494 words
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He hath spied us, there is no way to evade him. That's my grief; a most notorious liar, out upon him. Let's set the best face on't. What Gentlemen? all mine old acquaintance? A whole triplicity of friends together? nay then 'Tis three to one we shall not soon part Company. Sweet Mr. Whetstone. Dainty Mr. Whetstone. Delicate Master Whetstone. You say right, Mr. Whetstone I have been, Mr. Whetstone I am, and Mr. Whetstone I shall be, and those that know me, know withal that I have not my name for nothing, I am he whom all the brave Blades of the Country use to whet their wits upon; sweet Mr. Shakton, dainty Mr. Bantham, and dainty Mr. Arthur, and how, and how, what all lustick, all froligozone? I know, you are going to my uncles to dinner, and so am I too, What shall we all make one rendezvous there, You need not doubt of your welcome. No doubt at all kind Mr. Whetstone; but we have not seen you of late, you are grown a great stranger amongst us, I desire sometimes to give you a visit; I pray where do you lie? Where do I lie? why sometimes in one place, and then again in another, I love to shift lodgings; but most constantly, whatsoe'er I dine or sup, there do I lie? I never heard that word proceed from him I durst call truth till now. But wheresoever I lie 'tis no matter for that, I pray you say, and say truth, are not you three now Going to dinner to my uncles? I think you are a Witch Master Whetstone. How? A Witch Gentlemen? I hope you do not mean to abuse me, though at this time (if report be true there are too many of them here in our Country) but I am sure I look like no such ugly Creature. It seems then you are of opinion that there are Witches, for mine own part, I can hardly be induced to think there is any such kind of people. No such kind of people! I pray you tell me Gentlemen, did never any one of you know my Mother? Why was your Mother a Witch? I do not say as Witches go nowadays, for they for the most part are ugly old Beldames, but she was a lusty young Lass, and by her own report, by her beauty and fair looks bewitched my Father. It seems then your Mother was rather a young wanton wench, than an old withered witch. You say right, and know withal I come of two ancient Families, for as I am a Whetstone by the Mother-side, so I am a byblow by the Fathers. It appears then by your discourse, that you came in at the window. I would have you think I scorn like my Granam's Cat to leap over the Hatch. He hath confessed himself to be a Bastard.
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He hath spy'd us, there is no way to evade him. That's my griefe; a most notorious lyar, out upō him. Let's set the best face on't. What Gentlemen? all mine old acquaintance? A whole triplicity of friends together? nay then 'Tis three to one we shall not soone part Company. Swcet Mr. Whetstone. Dainty Mr. Whetstone. Dlicate Master Whetstone. You say right, Mr. Whetstone I have bin, Mr. Whetstone I am, and Mr. Whetstone I shall be, and those that know me, know withall that I have not my name for nothing, I am hee whom all the brave Blades of the Country use to whet their wits upon; sweet Mr. Shakton, dainty Mr. Bantham, and dainty Mr. Arthur, and how, and how, what all lustick, all froligozone? I know, you are going to my Vncles to dinner, and o am I too, What shall we all make one randevous there, You need not doubt of your welcome. No doubt at all kind Mr. Whetstone; but we have not seene you of late, you are growne a great stranger amongst us, I desire sometimes to give you a visit; I pray where do you lye? Where doe I lye? why sometimes in one place, and then againe in another, I love to shift lodgings; but most constantly, wheresoere I dine or sup, there doe I lye? I never heard that word proceed from him I durst call truth till now. But where so ever I lye 'tis no matter for that, I pray you say, and say truth, are ot you three now Going to dinner to my Vncles? I thinke you are a Witch Master Whetstone. ow? A Witch Gentlemen? I hope you doe not meane to abuse me, though at this time (if report be true there are too many of them here in our Country) but I am sure I look like no such ugly Creature. It seemes then you are of opinion that there are Witches, for mine own part, I can hardly be induc'd to think there any such kinde of people. No such kinde of people! I pray you tell me Gentlemen, did never any one of you know my Mother? Why was your Mother a Witch? I doe not say as Witches goe now a dayes, for they for the most part are ugly old Beldas, but she was a lusty young Lasse, and by her owne report, by her beauty and faire lookes bewitcht my Father. It seemes then your Mother was rather a yong wanton wench, than an old wither'd witch. You say right, and know withall I come of two ancient Families, for as I am a Whetstone by the Mother-side, so I am a By-blow by the Fathers. It appeares then by your discourse, that you came in at the window. I would have you thinke I scorne like my Granams Cat to leape over the Hatch. He hath confest himselfe to be a Bastard.