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 · 529 words
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Well fare your hearts,— the dresser calls in Gentlemen, 'Tis a busy time, yet will I review the Bill of fare, for this day's dinner— (Reads) for 40. people of the best quality, 4. messes of meat; viz. a leg of Mutton in plum-broth, a dish of Marrowbones, a Capon in white-broth, a Sirloin of beef, a Pig, a Goose, a Turkie, and two Pies: for the second course, to every mess 4. Chickens in a dish, a couple of rabbits, Custard, Flawn, Florentines, and stewed prunes,— all very good Country fare, and for my credit,— The service enters, O well said music, play up the meat to the Table till all be served in, I'll see it pass in answer to my bill. Hold up your head Mr. Bridegroom. On afore Fiddlers, my double cewles in my honds. Inprime, a leg of Mutton in plum-broth,— how now Mr. Bridegroom, what carry you? 'Twere hot even now, but now it's cawed as a stone. A stone, 'tis horn man. Awe— It was Mutton, but now 'tis the horns on't. Awe where's my Bride— 'Zookes, I brought as good a sirloin of Beef from the Dresser as Knife could be put to, and see— I'll stay i' this house no longer. And if this were not a Capon in white broth, I am one i' the Coop. All, all's transformed, look you what I have! And I. And I! Yet I fear nothing thank my Aunt. I had a Pie that is not opened yet, I'll see what's in that— live Birds as true as I live, look where they fly! Witches, live Witches, the house is full of witches, if we love our lives let's out on't. O husband, O guests, O son, O Gentlemen, such a chance in a Kitchen was never heard of, all the meat is flown out o' the chimney top I think, and nothing instead of it, but Snakes, Bats, Frogs, Beetles, Hornets, and Humble-bees; all the Salads are turned to Jews-ears, Mushrooms, and Puck fists; and all the Custards into Cow shards! What shall we do, dare we stay any longer? Dare we! why not, I defy all Witches, and all their works; their power on our meat, cannot reach our persons. I say so too, and so my Aunt ever told me, so long I will fear nothing; be not afraid Mr. Doughty. zooks, I fear nothing living that I can see more than you, and that's nothing at all, but to think of these invisible mischiefs, troubles me I confess. Sir I will not go about to overrule your reason, but but for my part I will not out of a house on a Bridal day, till I see the last man borne. zooks thou art so brave a fellow that I will stick to thee, and if we come off handsomely, I am an old Bachelor thou know'st, and must have an heir, I like thy spirit, where's the Bride? where's the Bridegroom? where's the Music? where be the Lasses? ha' you any wine i' the house, though we make no dinner, let's try if we can make an afternoon.
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VVell fare your hearts,—the dresser calls in Gentlemen, 'Tis a busie time, yet will I review the Bill of fare, for this dayes dinner—(Reades) for 40▪ people of the best quality, 4. messes of meat; viz. a leg of Mutton in plum-broth, a dis of Marrowbones, a white-broth, a Surlovne of beefe, a Pig, a Goose, a Turki, and two Pyes: for the second course, to every messe 4. Chickens in a dish, a couple of Rabbets, Custard, Flawn, Florentines, and stewd pruines,—all very good Country fare, and for my credit,— The service enters, O well sayd , play up the meat to the Table till all be serv'd in, e see it passe in answer to my bill. Hold up your head Mr. Bridegroome. On afore Fidlers, my in my honds. Inprim, a leg of Mutton in plum-broth,—how now Mr. Bridegroome, what carry you? 'Twere hot ne now, but now it's caw'd as a steane. A stone, 'tis horne man. Aw— It was Mutton, but now 'tis the horns . Aw where's my Bride— 'Zookes, I brought as good a Surloyne of Beefe from the Dresser as Knife coo'd be put to, and see—Ile stay i' this house no longer. And if this were not a Capon in white broth, I am one i' the Coope. All, all's transform'd, looke you what I have! And I. And I! Yet I feare nothing thank my Aunt. I had a Pie that is not open'd yet, Ile see what' in that—live Birds as true as I live, look where they flye! Witches, live Witches, the house is full of witches, if we love our lives let's out on't. O husband, O guests, O sonne, O Gentlemen, such a chance in a Kitchin was never heard of, all the meat is flowne out o' the chimney top I thinke, and nothing instead of it, but Snakes, Bats, Frogs, Beetles, Hornets, and Humble-bees; all the Sallets are turn'd to Iewes-eares, Mushromes, and Puck fists; and all the Custards into Cow sheards! VVhat shall we doe, dare we stay any longer? Dare we! why not, I defie all VVitches, and all their workes; their power on our meat, cannot reach our persons. I say so too, and so my Aunt ever told me, so long I will feare nothing; be not afrayd Mr. Doughty. Zookes, I feare nothing living that I can see more then you, and that's nothing at all, but to thinke of these invisible mischiefes, troubles me I confesse. Sir I will not goe about to over-rule your reason, but but for my part I will not out of a house on a Bridall day, till I see the last man borne. Zookes thou art so brave a fellow that I will stick to thee, and if we come off handsomely, I am an old Batchelour thou know'st, and must have an heyre, I like thy spirit, where's the Bride? where's the Bridegroome? where's the Musicke? where be the Lasses? ha' you any wine i' the house, though we make no dinner▪ lets try if we can make an afternoone.