Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 500 words
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Peace Sisley; Boy, since thou art so forward, I will not stay The freedom of thy spirit; so I might hinder thee from better hopes Than my poor substance could endow thee with: go, And good fortune keep thee company; if thou return'st, thou shalt Be welcome still. I must be willing though against my will, To leave thee Boy. And welcome shalt thou be to thy Dame boy; if there come but a leg on thee back, the worst member thou hast, shall be welcome to me; lame or blind, if thou com'st back, thou shalt want no Hospital-pension as long as I live. Gramercy for that Sis; I'll fell all the shoes in my Shop Before my lame Soldier shall be kept in an Hospital. Your loves are Parentlike, not as to a servant, but a child: The Heavens in safety keep you; my prayers in duty shall be Here at home, when my body's distant. I beseech you Sir, Commend me to my Brother Raph, Barnaby farewell. Farewell good Crispian. I shall never see thee more. Tush, fear not; nay, if e'er I do return, I'll bring home Stories that we'll turn to Meeter, & sing away our work with 'em. Farewell Crispianus. Master and Dame, once more I bid farewell, 'Tis brave to die where Trumpets ring the Knell. Come Crispianus. Well, go thy ways, and take the kindest youth with thee, that e'er set foot in the stirrup. How now Barnaby, art any thing better yet? I am somewhat better than I was Master; I do begin to feel myself better and better. Oh you are a cunning counterfeit knave sirrah. O Mistress, there is always policy in Wars as well as blows: if it be good sleeping in a whole skin, it must needs be bad sleeping in a broken one; and he that cannot sleep well, it is a sign he cannot drink well; and he that does not drink well, never digests his meat well; and he that digests not his meat well, 'tis a sign he h'as not a good stomach; and he that h'as not a good stomach, is not fit for the Wars. I did think it better to stay at home truly Master. The end is, thou hadst rather work than fight Boy: I had rather thou shouldst too: but I wonder I hear not of Crispinus yet. Truly man I am afraid he's pressed at Canterbury. All the way twixt this and Canterbury will not afford me An excuse sufficient for tarrying so long out of my Master's house: The truth I dare not tell, 'twere better lie than confess my Lying with the Emperor's Daughter, though the case be honest, Being my Wife: Well, somewhat it must be, I know not what yet; If I endure a rough chiding for my pains, it is but sauce to sweet Meats. Look, look Wife, he's come: why how now Crispinus, How comes it you have stayed so long?
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Peace Sisl ; Boy, since thou art so forward, I will not stay The freedome of thy spirit; so I might hinder thee from better hopes Than my poore substance could endow thee with: goe, And good fortune keepe thee company; if thou return'st, thou shalt Be welcome still. I must be willing though against my will, To leave thee Boy. And welcome shalt thou be to thy Dame boy; if there come but a leg on thee back, the worst member thou hast, shall be welcome to me; lame or blind, if thou comm'st back, thou shalt want no Hospitall-pention as long as I live. Gramercy for that Sis; Ile fell all the shooes in my Shop Before my lame Souldier shall be kept in an Hospitall. Your loves are Parent-like, not as to a servant, but a child: The Heavens in safety keepe you; my prayers in duty shall be Here at home, when my bodie's distant. I beseech you Sir, Commend me to my Brother Raph, Barnaby farewell. Farewell good Crispian. I shall never see thee more. Tush, feare not; nay, if e're I doe returne, Ile bring home Stories that we'le turne to Meeter, & sing away our work with 'em. Farewell Crispianus. Master and Dame, once more I bid farewell, 'Tis brave to dye where Trumpets ring the Knell. Come Crispianus. Well, goe thy wayes, and take the kindest youth with thee, that e're set foot in the stirrup. How now Barnaby, art any thing better yet? I am somewhat better than I was Master; I doe begin to feele my selfe better and better. Oh you are a cunning counterfeit knave sirrah. O Mistresse, there is alwayes policy in Warres as well as blowes: if it be good sleeping in a whole skinne, it must needs be bad sleeping in a broken one; and he that cannot sleepe well, it is a signe he cannot drinke well; and he that does not drinke well, never digests his meate well; and he that digests not his meate well, 'tis a signe he h'as not a good stomack; and hee that h'as not a good stomacke, is not fit for the Warres. I did thinke it better to stay at home truely Master. The end is, thou hadst rather worke than fight Boy: I had rather thou shou'dst too: but I wonder I heare not of Crispinus yet. Truely man I am affraid hee's prest at Canterbury. All the way 'twixt this and Canterbury will not afford me An excuse sufficient for tarrying so long out of my Masters house: The truth I dare not tell, 'twere better lye than confesse my Lying with the Emperors Daughter, though the case be honest, Being my Wife: Well, somewhat it must be, I know not what yet; If I endure a rough chiding for my paines, it is but sawce to sweete Meates. Looke, looke Wife, hee's come: why how now Crispinus, How comes it you have stayd so long?