Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Apr 20] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 498 words
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The boy would seem witty. I hope Ladies you will pardon me, my Lord Commanded me to wait upon you, and I can do you no better service, than To make you laugh. They're here, bless you! Master Fairfield you are welcome. I presume so, but howsoever it skills not. I do not come to borrow money. And yet all they that do so are no fools, Money or Lands make not a man the wiser, I know handsome gentlemen ha' pawned Their clothes. I'll pawn my skin too with a woman. Wipe your mouth, here's to you sir! I'll pledge ye quicksilver, where's your Lord? He has left Virgo sir, to go to Libra, To see the horsemen weighed. Lady my service! Brother, you interpose too far, my Lord Has used me honourably, and I must tell you somebody has made a fault. Master Fairfield! I kiss your hand. My Lord and you have walked. Yes sir. My sister shall excuse, here's to thee and thy cream bowl. I thank your worship. There is more honesty in thy petticoat Than twenty satin ones. Do you know that? I know by her pale, and she were otherwise 'twould turn her milk, come hither let me kiss thee, Now I am confirmed, he that shall marry thee Shall take thee a Virgin at my peril. ha' you such skill in Maidenheads. I'll know't by a kiss, Better than any Doctor by her urine, Be merry with thy Cow, farewell! come Frank, That wit and good clothes should infect a woman. I'll tell you more hereafter, pray let's hear Who wins. Your servant Ladies. What dost think jockey. The crack o'th' field against you Let 'em crack Nuts. What weight. I think he has the heels. Get but the start. however if I get within his quarters let me alone. Mounts cheval. They are started. Twenty pounds to fifteen. 'tis done wi''e. Forty pounds to thirty. Done, done, I'll take all odds. My Lord I hold as much. Not so. Forty pounds to twenty. Done, done. You ha' lost all my Lord, and it were a Million. In your imagination, who can help it? Venture had the start and keeps it. Gentlemen you have a fine time to triumph, 'tis not your odds that makes you win. Shall we venture nothing o'th' horses, What odds against my Lord? Silk stockings. To a pair of perfumed gloves I take it. Done! And I as much. Done with you both! I'll have 'em Spanish scent. The stockings shallbe Scarlet, if you choose Your scent, I'll choose my colour. 'tis done, if Venture Knew but my lay it would half break his neck now, And crying a jockey hay. Is the wind in that coast, hark the noise. Is jockey now? 'tis but a pair of gloves. Within a jockey. Still it holds. How ha' you sped my Lord? Won, won, I knew by instinct, The mare would put some trick upon him.
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The boy would seeme witty. I hope Ladies you will pardon me, my Lord Commanded me to waite upon you, and I can doe you no better service, than To make you laugh. They'r here, blesse you! Master Fairefield you are welcome. I presume so, but howsoever it skils not. I doe not come to borrow money. And yet all they that doe so are no fooles, Money or Lands make not a man the wiser, I know hansome gentlemen ha paun'd Their cloathes. Ile paune my skinne too with a woman. Wipe your mouth, here's to you sir! Ile pledge ye quicksilver, where's your Lord? He has left Virgo sir, to goe to Libra, To see the horsemen weighed. Lady my service! Brother, you interpose too farre, my Lord Has us'd me honourably, and I must tell you Some body has made a fault. Master Fairefield! I kisse your hand. My Lord and you hav walk'd. Yes sir. My sister shall excuse, here's to thee and thy creame boul. I thanke your worship. There is more honesty in thy petticoat Than twenty satten ones. Doe you know that? I know by her pale, and sh were othrwise T'would turne her milke, come hither let me kisse the, Now I am confirm'd, he that shall marry thee Shall take thee a Virgin at my perill. Ha you such skill in Maidenheads. Ile know't by a kisse, Better then any Doctor by her urine, Be merry with thy Cow, farewell! com Franke, That wit and good cloathes should infect a woman. Ile tell you more hereafter, pray lets heare Who winnes. Your servant Ladies. What dost thinke Iockey. The crack oth'field against you Let em crack Nuts. What weight. I thinke he has the heeles. Get but the start. How ever if I get within his quarters let m alone. Mounts Chevall. They are started. Twenty pounds to fifteene. Tis done we'e. Forty pounds to thirty. Done, done, Ile take all oddes. My Lord I hold as much. Not so. Forty pounds to twenty. Done, done. You ha lost all my Lord, and it wr a Million. In your imagination, who can helpe it? Venture had the start and keepes it. Gentlemen you have a fine time to triumph, Tis not your oddes that makes you win. Shall w vnture nothing oth' horses, What oddes against my Lord? Silke stockings. To a paire of persum'd gloves I take it. Done! And I as much. Done with you both! Ile have em Spanish sent. The stockings shalbe Scarlet, if you choose Your sent, Ile choose my colour. Tis done, if Venture Knew but my lay it would halfe break his necke now, And crying a Iockey hay. Is the wind in that coast, harke the noyse. Is Iockey now? Tis but a paire of gloves. Within a Iockey. Still it holds. How ha you sped my Lord? Won, won, I knew by instinct, The mare would put some tricke upon him.