Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 467 words
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I fain would strike, but cannot. Some strange fate holds me. Here then all anger end, Let none be mad at what they cannot mend. Now say what's next? I'th' Mill there lies A Soldier yet with unscratched eyes, Summon the Sisterhood together For we with all our Spirits will thither; And such a caterwauling keepe, That he in vain shall think to sleep. Call Meg, and Doll, Tib, Nab, and jug, Let none appear without her Pug. We'll try our utmost Art and skill. To fright the stout Knave in the Mill. THou art a brave Boy, the honour of thy Country; thy Statue shall be set up in brass upon the Market Cross in Lancaster, I bless the time that I answered at the Font for thee: 'Zookes did I ever think that a Godson of mine should have fought hand to fist with the Devil! He was ever an unhappy Boy Sir, and like enough to grow acquainted with him; and friends may fall out sometimes. Thou art a dogged Sire, and doest not know the virtue of my Godson, my son now; he shall be thy son no longer: he and I will worry all the Witches in Lancashire. You were best take heed though. I care not, though we leave not above three untainted women in the Parish, we'll do it. Do what you please Sir, there's the Boy stout enough to justify any thing he has said. Now 'tis out, he should be my Son still by that: Though he was at Death's door before he would reveal any thing, the damnable jades had so threatened him, and as soon as ever he had told he mended. 'Tis well he did so, we will so swing them in twopenny halter's Boy. For my part I have no reason to hinder any thing that may root them all out; I have tasted enough of their mischief, witness my usage i' th' Mill, which could be nothing but their Roguery. One night in my sleep they set me a stride stark naked atop of my Mill, a bitter cold night too; 'twas day light before I woke, and I durst never speak of it to this hour, because I thought it impossible to be believed. Villainous Hags And all last Summer, my Wife could not make a bit of butter. It would not come, would it? No Sir, we could not make it come, though she and I both together, churned almost our hearts out, and nothing would come, but all ran into thin waterish gear: the Pigs would not drink it. Is't possible? None but one, and he ran out of his wits upon't, till we bound his head, and laid him asleep, but he has had a wry mouth ever since.
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I faine would strike, but cannot. Some strange fate holds me. Here then all anger end, Let none be mad at what they cannot mend. Now say what's next? I'th' Mill there lyes A Souldier yet with unscratcht eyes, Summon the Sister-hood together For we with all our Spirits will thither; And such a Catterwalling eepe, That in vaie shall thinke to sleepe. Call Meg, and Doll, , , Iug, Let none appeare without her Pug. We'l try our utmost Art and skill. To fright the stout Knave in the . THou art a brave Boy, the honour of thy Coun try; thy Statue shall be set up in brasse upon the Market Crosse in Lancaster, I blesse the time that I answered at the thee: okes did I ever thin that a Godson of min should have ought hand to fist with the Divell! He was ever an unhappy Boy Sir, and like enough to grow acquainted with him; and friends may fall out sometimes. Thou art a dogged Sire, and doestnot know the vertue of my Godsonne, my sonne now; he shall be thy sonne no longer: he and I will worry all the Witches in Lancashire. You were best take heed though. I care not, though we leave not above three untainted women in the Parish, we'll doe it. Doe what you please Sir, there's the Boy stout enough to justifie any thing he has sayd. Now 'tis out, he should be my Sonne still by that: Though he was at Death's before he would reveale any thing, nable jades had so threatned him, and as soone as ever he had told he mened. 'Tis well he did so, we will so swing them in twopenny halters Boy. For my part I have no reason to hinder any thing that may root them all out; I have tasted enough of their mischiefe, witnesse my usage i' th Mill, which could be nothing but their Roguerie. One night in my sleepe they set me a stride stark naked a top of my Mill, a bitter cold night too; 'twas day light before I w aked, and I durst never speake of it to this houre, because I thought it impossible to be beleeved. Villanous Hgs And all last Summer, my Wise could not make a bit of butter. It would not come, it? No Sir, we could not make it come, though she and I both together, churn'd almost our out, and nothing would come, but all ran into thin waterish geere: the Pigges would not drinke . Is't possible▪ None but one, and he ran out of his wits upon't, till we bound his head, and layd him a sleepe, but he has had a wry mouth ever since.