Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 491 words
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colonel softly. How will you sell your vinegar a pint, The Patent something saucy. The colonel jeers him. Excellent, ha ha. Had not you a head once, Of hair I mean, favours ha' gleaned too much, If Ladies will ha' bracelets, let 'em stay Till the next crop. Hum. the very language she used to me. Does he jeer him too, nay nay, prithee spare him. ha, ha. You may do much, and yet I could desire You were less honourable, for though you have Blood of a deeper crimson, the good Lady Out of her love could wish you were a thing Beneath a foot man, and that you had no kindred But Knights o'th' post. Good colonel. Nay pardon me, In the humour I am in, I wish, and heartily, You were a son o'th' people. colonel, How the devil came he by this? Under the Rose there was a gentleman Came in at the Wicker, these are tales of which The Greeks have store, fair hopes Gentlemen. How came you by this intelligence. Nay I'll no whispering, what I say to one Will concern every man, she has made You coxcombs. It does appear. And more than does appears yet I had my share. That's some comfort, I was afraid. But you shall pardon me, I'll conceal The particulars of her bountiful abuses To me, let it suffice I know we are all jeered most abominably, I stood behind The hangings when she signed your several passes, And had my own at last worse than the Constables, That this is true, you shall have more than oath, I'll join we in revenge, and if you won't, I will do't alone. She is a devil. Damn her then, till we think on something else, let's all go back, and rail upon her. Agreed, a pox upon her. We cannot be to bitter, she's a hell Cat. D'ee hear, listen to me our shames are equal, Yet if we all discharge at once upon her, We shall but make confusion, and perhaps Give her more cause to laugh, let us choose one, To curse her for us all. 'tis the best way, and if you love me gentlemen, Engage me, I deserve this favour for my Discovery, I'll swear her into hell. Troth I ha' no good vein, I me content. Gentlemen, noble colonel as you respect A wounded branch of the Nobility, Make it my office, she abused me most, and if The devil do not furnish me with language, I'll say he has no malice. If they consent. With all our hearts. I thank you gentlemen. But let's us all together, I'll not be barred, Now and then to interpose an oath, As I shall find occasion. You'll relieve me When I take breath, than you may help, or you, Or any to confound her. Let away. Never was witch so tortured. Noble Mr. Freshwater welcome from travel.
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Coronell softly. How will you sell your vineger a pint, The Patent something sawcie. The Coronell jeeres him. Excellent, ha ha. Had not you a head once, Of haire I meane, favours ha glean'd too much, If Ladies will ha bracelets, let 'em stay Till the next croppe. Hum, the very language she us'd to me. Does he jeere him too, nay nay, prethee spare him. ha▪ ha. You may doe much, and yet I could desire You were lesse honourable, for though you have Blood of a deoper crimson, the good Lady Out of her love could wish you were a thing Beneath a foote man, and that you had no kindred But Knights oth' post. Good Coronell. Nay pardon me, In the humour I am in, I wish, and heartily, You were a sonne oth' people. Coronell, How the devill came he by this? Vnder the Rose there was a gentleman Came in at the Wicker, these are tales of which The Greekes have store, faire hopes Gentlemen. How came you by this intelligence. Nay Ile no whispering, what I say to one Will concerne every man, shee has made You coxcombes. It does appeare. And more then does appeares yet I had my share. Thats some comfort, I was afraid. But you shall pardon me, Ile conceale The particulars of her bountifull abuses To me, let it suffice I know we are all Ieer'd most abominably, I stood behinde The hangings when shee sign'd your severall passes, And had my owne at last worse than the Constables, That this is true, you shall have more than oath, Ile joyne wee in revenge, and if you wonot, I will doe't alone. She is a devill. Damme her then, till we thinke on something else, Lets all goe backe, and raile upon her. Agreed, a poxe upon her. We cannot be to bitter, shees a hell Cat. Dee heare, listen to me our shames are equall, Yet if we all discharge at once upon her, We shall but make canfusion, and perhaps Give her more cause to laugh, let us chuse one, To curse her for us all. Tis the best way, and if you love me gentlemen, Engage me, I deserve this favour for my Discovery, Ile sweare her into hell. Troth I ha no good veine, I me content. Gentlemen, noble Coronell as you respect A wounded branch of the Nobilitie, Make it my office, she abus'd me most, and if The devill doe not furnish me with language, Ile say he has no malice. If they consent. With all our hearts. I thanke you gentlemen. But lets us all together, Ile not be barr'd, Now and then to enterpose an oath, As I shall finde occasion. Youle releeve me When I take breath, then you may helpe, or you, Or any to confound her. Let away. Never was witch so tortur'd. Noble Mr. Freshwater welcome from travell.