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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I hope sir you find none feeding there but your own, if there be any you suspect, they have nothing to champion, but the Bridle. Sirrah, whose jade is that tied to the Rack? The Mare you mean sir? Yes, that old Mare. Old do you call her? You shall find the mark still in her mouth, when the Bridle is out of it? I can assure you 'tis your own Beast. A beast thou art to tell me so, hath the wine Not yet left working? not the Mitre wine? That made thee to believe witchcraft? Prithee persuade me, To be a drunken Sot like to thyself; And not to know mine own. I'll not persuade you to any thing, you will believe nothing but what you see, I say the Beast is your own, and you have most right to keep her, she hath cost you more the currying, than all the Combs in your Stable are worth. You have paid for her Provender this twenty years and upwards, and furnished her with all the Caparisons that she hath worn, of my Knowledge, and because she hath been ridden hard the last Night, do you renounce her now? Sirrah, I fear some stolen jade of your own That you would have me keep. I am sure I found her no jade the last time I rid her, she carried me the best part of a hundred Miles in less than a quarter of an hour. The devil she did! Yes so I say, either the devil or she did; an't please you walk in and take off her Bridle, and then tell me who hath more right to her, you or I. Well Robert, for this once I'll play the Groom, And do your office for you. I pray do Sir, but take heed lest when the Bridle is out of her mouth, she put it not into yours; if she do, you are a gone man: if she but say once— Horse, horse, see thou be. Be you rid (if you please) for me. My blood is turned to Ice, and my all vitals Have ceased their working! dull stupidity Surpriseth me at once, and hath arrested That vigorous agitation; Which till now Expressed a life within me: I methinks Am a mere Marble statue, and no man; Unweave my age O time, to my first thread; Let me lose fifty years in ignorance spent: That being made an infant once again, I may begin to know, what? or where am I To be thus lost in wonder. Sir. Amazement still pursues me, how am I changed Or brought ere I can understand myself, Into this new World. You will believe no Witches? This makes me believe all, I any thing; And that myself am nothing: prithee Robin Lay me to my self open, what art thou, Or this new transformed Creature? I am Robin, and this your wife, my Mrs.
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I hope sir you find none feeding there but your owne, if there be any you suspect, they have nothing to champeon, but the Bridle. Sirrah, whose jade is that ty'd to the Racke? The Mare you meane sir? Yes, that old Mare. Old doe you call her? You shall finde the marke still in her mouth, when the Bridle is out of it? I can assure you 'tis your owne Beast. A beast thou art to tell me so, hath the wine Not yet left working? not the Myter wine? That made thee to beleeve VVitcherat? Prithee perswade me, To be a d unken Sot like to thy selfe; And not to know mine owne. Ile not perswade you to any thing, you will beleeve nothing but what you see, I say the Beast is your owne, and you have most right to keepe her, shee hath cost you more the currying, then all the Combs in your Stable are worth. You have paid for her Provender this twentie yeares and upwards, and furnisht her with all the that she hath worne, of my Knowledge, and because she hath been ridden hard the last Night, doe you renounce her now? Sirrah, I feare some stolne jade of your owne That you would have me keepe. I am sure I ound her no ade the lst time I rid her, she carried me the best part of a hundred Miles in lesse then a quarter of an houre. The divell she did! Yes so I say, ither the dell or she did; an't please you in and take off her , and then tell me who hath more right to her, you or . VVell Robert, for this once Ile play the Groome, And doe your office for you. I pray doe Sir, but take heed lest when the Bridle is out of her mouth, she put it not into yours; if she doe, you are a gone man: if she but say once▪ Horse, horse, see thou be. Be you rid (if you please) for me. My blood is turn'd to Ice, and my all vitals Have ceas'd their working! dull stupidity Surpriseth me at once, and hath arrested That vigorous agitation; VVhich till now Exprest a life within me: I me thinks Am a meere Marble statue, and no man; Vnweave my age O time, to my first thread; Let me loose fiftie yeares in ignorance spent: That being made an infant once againe, I may begin to know, what? or where am I To be thus lost in wonder. Sir. Amazement still pursues me, how am I chang'd Or brought ere I can understand my selfe, Into this new VVorld. You will beleeve no VVitches? This makes me beleeve all, I any thing; And that my selfe am nothing: prithee Robin Lay me to my open, what art thou, Or this new transform'd Creature? I am Robin, and this your wife, my Mrs.