Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 503 words
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That very day my Brother was pressed forth— You pressed her at night, did you? Grunting still you sow-gelder? Thou art a Coxcomb and a clapperdudgeon: Dost thou see now, I was never so called in my life as thou call'st me. Thou mayst be ashamed on't: this 'tis to let thy Prentices have their swing, and lie out at nights thus. Sweet Pigsney, let me entreat thy patience: Alas poor youth, we must needs help him. Why I commend him that he shoots at the fairest mark: What an excellent show an emperor's Daughter will make in a shoemaker's shop! she'll spin a fair thread I warrant you: How will he maintain her trow ye? she knew my fortunes e'er she married me, And now yourselves shall know them: I and my Brother that thus have served you like Prentices, Are Princes both, and Sons to Alured, late King of Britain. How! my right Worshipful Prentice! Ha, is he a king's son Husband? Make curtsy to your man you whore. The Emperor Maximinus slew my Father, And put the Queen my Mother into Prison: What mean you gentle Master, pray be covered. No by my faith Sir, You are a better man than the Master of my Company. And seeing all my hopes lie dead save in herself, I loved, revealed myself, and married her; Yet I entreat you both— Nay gentle Master, I am your Prentice still, pray stand not bare. Well, well, for this once I will boy; now you old Jigambob, you ne'er had two such men to man you. Nay truly Husband, I ever thought they were some worshipful man's sons, they were such mannerly boys still. All I entreat of you, is some advice To get my fair Leodice from Court, and then some secret place Where she might be in safety till her sweet delivery, And then I'll dare misfortune. Blessing of thy heart, I like thee well thoust such a care of thy Wife: therefore if thou couldst but steal her from the Court, and bring her hither, she should lie in, and be brought to bed at my house. and nobody know it I warrant you. I marry Tib-tattle basket, how should we do that wench? That's all my care indeed, to steal her thence. Come, come, leave it to me Boy, I see, a woman's wit must help at a pinch still Boy: Mark this device, and if you like it, do it, and thus it is: Soon at night thou shalt hire some friend to fire a Tree upon the Coast at Dover, as near the Beacons as can be possible, by which means the men that watch the other Beacons, seeing that in flames, and supposing some Enemy landed, will presently fire all the rest, and so on a sudden set both Court, City, and Country, and all in an uproar, in which time if you and she cannot bestir your stumps, and run both away, would you were whipped i'faith.
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That very day my Brother was prest forth— You prest her at night, did you? Gunting still you Sow-guelder? Thou art a Coxcombe and a Claperdudgion: ost thou see now, I was never so call'd in my life as thou call'st me. Thou maist be asham'd on't: this 'tis to let thy Prentises have their swing, and lye out at nights thus. Sweet Pigsnie, let me intreat thy patience: Alas poore youth, we must needs helpe him. Wy I commend him that he shoots at the fairest marke: What an excellent show an Emperours Daughter will make in a Shooemakers shop! Shee'le spin a faire thred I warrant you: How will he maintaine her troe yee? Shee knew my fortunes e're she married me, And now your selves shall know them: I and my Brother that thus have served you like Prentises, Are Princes both, and Sonnes to Alured, late King of Brittaine. How! my right Worshipfull Prentise! Ha, is he a Kings sonne Husband? Make courtsie to your man you whore. The Emperour Maximinus slew my Father, And put the Queene my Mother into Prison: What meane you gentle Master, pray be covered. No by my faith Sir, You are a better man than the Master of my Company. And seeing all my hopes lye dead save in her selfe, I lov'd, reveal'd my selfe, and married her; Yet I intreate you both—Nay gentle Master, I am your Prentice still, pray stand not bare. Well, well, for this once I will boy; now you old Gigumbob, you ne're had two such men to man you. Nay truely Husband, I ever thought they were some worshipfull mans sonnes, they were such mannerly boyes still. All I intreate of you, is some advice To get my faire Leodice from Court, and then some secret place Where she might be in safety till her sweet delivery, And then Ile dare misfortune. Blessing of thy heart, I like thee well th'ast such a care of thy Wife: therefore if thou couldst but steale her from the Court, and bring her hither, she should lye in, and be brought to bed at my house▪ and no body know it I warrant you. I marry Tib-tattle basket, how should we doe that wench? That's all my care indeed, to steale her thence. Come, come, leave it to me Boy, I see, a womans wit must helpe at a pinch still Boy: Marke this device, and if you like it, doe it, and thus it is: Soone at night thou shalt hire some friend to fire Tree upon the Coast at Dover, as neare the Beacons as can be possible, by which meanes the men that watch the other Beacons, seeing that in flames, and supposing some Enemy landed, will presently fire all the rest, and so on a sudden set both Court, City, and Countrey, an all in an uproare, in which time if you and shee cannot bestirre your stumps, and run both away, would you were whipt yfaith.