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 · 518 words
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These two nights I have slept well and heard no noise Of Cats, or Rats; most sure the fellow dreamt, And scratched himself in 's sleep. I have travelled Deserts, Beheld Wolves, Bears, and lions: Indeed what not? Of horrid shape; And shall I be afraid Of Cats in mine own Country? I can never Grow so Mouse-hearted. It is now a Calm And no wind stirring, I can bear no sail; Than best lie down to sleep. Nay rest by me Good Morglay, my comrade and Bedfellow That never failed me yet; I know thou didst not. If I be waked, see thou be stirring too; Then come a Gib as big as Ascapart We'll make him play at Leapfrog. A brave soldiers' lodging, The floor my Bed, a Millstone for my Pillow, The Sails for Curtains. So good night. Is Nab come? Yes. Where's Jug? On horseback yet, Now lighting from her Broomstaff. But where's Peg? Entered the Mill already. Is he fast? As senseless as a Dormouse. Then to work, to work my pretty Lapland's Pinch, here, scratch, Do that within, without we'll keep the watch. Am I in Hell, then have amongst you devils; This side, and that side, what behind, before? I'll keep my face unscratched despite you all: What, do you pinch in private, claws I feel But can see nothing, nothing pinch me thus? Have at you then, I and have at you still; And still have at you. One of them I have paid In leaping out o'th' hole a foot or ear Or something I have light on. What all gone? All quiet? not a Cat that's heard to mew? Nay then I'll try to take another nap, Though I sleep with mine eyes open. Robin, the last night that I lodged at home My Wife (if thou remember'st) lay abroad, But no words of that. You have taught me silence. I rose thus early much before my hour, To take her in her bed; 'Tis yet not five: The Sun scarce up. Those horses take and lead'em Into the Stable, see them rubbed and dressed, We have rid hard. Now in the interim I Will step and see how my new Miller fares, Or whether he slept better in his charge, Than those which did precede him. Sir I shall. But one thing more— Now from the last night's witchcraft we are freed, And I that had not power to clear myself From base aspersion, am at liberty For vowed revenge: I cannot be at peace (The night-spell being took of) till I have met With noble Mr. Generous: in whose search The best part of this morning I have spent, His wife now I suspect. By your leave Sir. O y'are well met, pray tell me how long is't Since you were first my Father? Be patient I beseech you, what do you mean Sir? But that I honour Thy Master, to whose goodness I am bound, And still must remain thankful, I should prove Worse than a Murderer, a mere Parricide By killing thee my Father.
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These two nights I have slept well and heard no noise Of Cats, or Rats; most sure the fellow dream't, And scratcht himselfe in 's sleep. I have traveld' Desarts, Beheld Wolves, Beares, and Lyons: Indeed what not? Of horrid shape; And shall I be afrayd Of Cats in mine owne Country? I can never Grow so Mouse-hearted. It is now a Calme And no winde stirring, I can beare no sayle; Then best lye downe to sleepe. Nay rest by me Good Morglay, my Comrague and Bedfellow That never fayl'd me yet; I know thou did'st not. If I be wak'd, see thou be stirring too; Then come a Gib as big as Ascapart VVe'l make him play at Leap-frog. A brave Souldiers lodging, The floore my Bed, a Milstone for my Pillow, The Sayles for Curtaynes. So good night. Is Nab come? Yes. Where's Jug? On horseback yet, Now lighting from her Broome-staffe. But where's Peg? Entred the Mill already. Is he fast? As sencelesse as a Dormouse. Then to work, to work my pretty Laplands Pinch, here, scratch, Doe that within, without we'l keep the watch. Am I in Hell, then have among'st you divels; This side, and that side, what behinde, before? Ile keep my face unscratch'd dispight you all: What, doe you pinch in private, clawes I feele But can see nothing, nothing pinch me thus? Have at you then, I and have at you still; And stil have at you. One of them I have pay'd In leaping out oth' hole a foot or eare Or something I have light on. What all gone? All quiet? not a Cat that's heard to mew? Nay then Ile try to take another nap, Though I sleepe with mine eyes open. Robin, the last night that I lodgd at home My Wife (if thou remembrest) lay abroad, But no words of that. You have taught me silence. I rose thus early much before my houre, To take her in her bed▪ 'Tis yet not five: The Sunne scarce up. Those horses take and lead'em Into the Stable, see them rubb'd and drest, We have rid hard. Now in the interim I Will step and see how my new Miller fares, Or whether he slept better in his charge, Than those which did precede him. Sir I shall. But one thing more— Now from the last nights witchcraft we are freed, And I that had not power to cleare my selfe From base aspersion, am at liberty For ow'd revenge: I cannot be at peace (The night-spell being took of) till I have met With noble Mr. Generous: in whose search The best part of this morning I have spent, His wife now I suspect. By your leve Sir. O y'are well met, pray tell me how long is't Since you were first my Father? Be patient I beseech you, what doe you meane Sir? But that I honour Thy Master, to whose goodnesse I am bound, And still must remaine thankfull, I should prove VVorse thn a Murderer, a meere Paricide By killing thee my Father.