Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 505 words
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Is Penelope With her? Not when she sent me forth. Let her expect: wait you on me. I spy my blustering Gamester. The younger ferret. I care not if I allow thee a fit of mirth But your boy must be in comfort. Pray, sir, do not behave yourself so furiously, Your breath is able to blow down a house, sir. My Uncle shall build 'em up again, oh Dwindle, Thou dost not know what honour 'tis to be So boisterous, I would take the wall now Of my Lord mayor's Giants. Do as I bid you, sirrah. Alas, sir, he'll devour me. He sha'not hurt thee. Be at my back then pray, sir, now I think on't I have the beard here too with which I frighted Our maids last night. You know these gentlemen. Hazard, and Wilding? how is't? how is't Bulchins? wouldye had been with us; I ha' so mauled a Captain O'th' train band yonder. Is not your name Barnacle? Ancient Petarre? What's this? The admiration of the Town. For what? For valour. This inch and a half? there's the wonder, oh the spirit, the tall spirit Within him he has the soul of a Giant. He has but a dwarf's body, ancient Petarre. Sirrah, how dare you name a Captain? Thou ton of ignorance, he shall eat my Pistol, And save me the discharge. Tell me of a tun? i'll drink twenty tons to thy Health, who shall hinder me if I have a Mind to't, your Pistol's a Peppercorn, I will eat Up an armoury, if my stomach serve, so long as I Have money to pay for't, and you were as little again As you are: fright me with your potguns, my name's Barnacle, sir, call me what you please, and my Man's name's Dwindle, and you go there to, do not Think but I have seen fire-drakes afore now though I never talked on't, and Rackets too, though my man Be a Coxcomb here, and balls of wildfire, no dispraise To you; d''ee think to thunder me with your Pick Tooth by your side? Let my sword show him but one flash of lightning To singe the hair of his head off. Good ancient Petarre. 'tis a very devil in decimo sexto, Peter d'ye call him? Thou dogbolt and cozen germane to Cerbenus. Two heads once removed, he's somewhat like him. I begin to think. And I begin to— Again. He does but think. He think? is this a place for him to think in? Minotaur, vanish immediately, or I will shoot death From my mustachioes and kill thee like a Porcupine. Ancient Petarre, I know thy name and I Honour it, thou'rt one of the most vainglorious Pieces of firework that ever water wet. I am a Gentleman, and if I have said any thing to disgust Thee, I can ask thee forgiveness, as well as the Proudest vassal on 'em all, extend thy paw, thou Invincible Epitome of Hercules, and let thy servant Kiss it.
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Is Penelope ▪ With her? Not when she sent mee forth. Let her expect: waite you on me. I spie my blustering Gamester. The yonger ferret. I care not if I allow thee a fit of mirth But your boy must be in comfort. Pray, sir, do not behave your selfe so furiouslie, Your breath is able to blow downe a house, sir. My Uncle shall build 'em up againe, oh Dwindle, Thou dost not know what honor 'tis to bee So boisterous, I would take the wall now Of my Lord Maiors Gyants. Doe as I bid you, sirra. Alas, sir, hee'le devoure me. He shanot hurt thee. Be at my backe then pray, sir, now I thinke on't I have the beard here too with which I frighted Our maides last night. You know these gentlemen. Hazard, and Wilding? how i'st? how i'st Bulchins? Wo'dye had beene with us; I ha so mald a Captaine O'th traine band yonder. Is not your name Barnacle? Ancient Pearre? What's this? The admiration of the Towne. For what? For valour. This inch and a halfe? Ther's the wonder, oh the spirit, the tall spirit Within him he has the soule of a Giant. He has but a dwarfs body, ancient Ptarre. Sirra, how dare you name a Captaine? Thou tunne of ignorance, he shall eate my Pistol, And save me the discharge. Tell me of a tun? i'le drinke twenty tunnes to thy Health, who shall hinder me if I have a Minde too't, your Pistol's a Pepper-corne, I will eate Up an armory, if my stomacke serve, so long as I Have mony to pay for't, and you were as little agen As you are: fright me with your potguns, my name's Barnacle, sir, call me what you please, and my Mans name's Dwindle, and you goe there to, do not Thinke but I have seene fire-Dakes afore now though I never talk'd on't, and Rackets too, though my man Be a Coxcombe here, and balls of wild-fire, no dispraise To you; d'ee thinke to thunder me with your Picke Tooth by your side? Let my sword shew him but one flash of lightning To singe the haire of his head off. Good ancient Petarre. Tis a very divell in decimo sexto, Peter d'e call him? Thou dogbolt and cozen germane to Cerbenus. Two heads once remov'd, hee's somewhat like him. I begin to thinke. And I begin to— Agen. He does but thinke. He thinke? is this a place for him to thinke in? Minotaure, vanish immediately, or I will shoot death From my Mustachios and kill thee like a Porcupine. Ancient Petarre, I know thy name and I Honor it, thar't one of the most vaineglorious Peeces of fire-worke that ever water wet. I am a Gentleman, and if I have say'd any thing to disgust Thee, I can aske thee forgivenes, as well as the Proudest vassell on 'em all, extend thy paw, thou Invincible Epitome of Hercules, and let thy servant Kisse it.