Mayne, Jasper · published 1639 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638(?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 484 words
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What of her, Sir? Why, Sir, I thought it duty to inform you, That you were better match a ruind Bawd; One ten times cured by sweating, and the Tub, Or pained now with her fiftieth ache, whom not The power of Usquebaugh, or heat of fevers Quickens enough to wish; one of such looks, That Judges of Assize, without more proof, Suspect, arraign, and burn for witchcraft. Why pray? For she being past all motions, impotence Will be a kind of chastity, and you Might have her to yourself, but here is one Knows this to be— An arrant whore? I see You have heard of her, Sir; Indeed she has Done penance thrice. How say you, penance? Yes, Sir, And should have suffered— Carting should she not? The Marshal had her, Sir. I sweat, I sweat. She's of known practice, Sir: the clothes she wears Are but her quarter's sins, she has no linen But what she first offends for. O blessed Heaven Look down upon me. Nay, Sir, which is more, She has three children living, has had four. How? Children? Children say you? Ask him Sir, One by a French Man. Another by a Dutch. A third, Sir, by a Moore; borne of two colours. Just like a sergeant's Man. Why she has known then All Tongues and Nations. She has been lain with farther Than ever Coryat travailed, and lain in By two parts of the Map, Afrique, and Europe. As if the State maintained her to allay The heat of Foreigners. O—O—O—O. What ail you, Sir? O Nephew I am not well, I am not well. I hope you are not married. It is too true. God help you then. Amen; Nephew forgive me. Alas good Gentleman. Would you trust Baneswright, Sir? Nephew in Hell There's not a torment for him; O that I could But see that cheating Rogue upon the rack now: I'd give a thousand pound for every stretch, That should enlarge the Rogue through all his joints, And but just show him hell, and then recall His broking soul, and give him strength to suffer His torture often; I would have the Rascal Think hanging a relief, and be as long A dying as a chopped Eel, that the Devil Might have his soul by pieces. who's here? a Sailor? ARe you, Sir, Warehouse, the rich Merchant? Sir, My name is Warehouse. Then you are not, Sir, So rich by two ships as you were. How mean you? Your two ships, Sir, that were now coming home From Ormus are both cast away; the wrack And burden on the place was valued at Some forty thousand pound. All the men perished, By th' violence of the storm, only myself Preserved my life by swimming, till a ship Of Bristol took me up, and brought me home To be the sad reporter. Was nothing saved?
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What of her, Sir? Why, Sir, I thought it duty to informe you, That you were better match a ruind Bawd; One ten times cured by sweating, and the Tub, Or paind now with her fiftieth Ach, whom not The power of Vsquebaugh, or heat of feavers Quickens enough to wish; one of such looks, That Judges of Assize, without more proofe, Suspect, arraigne, and burn for witchcraft. Why pray? For she being past all motions, impotence Will be a kinde of chastity, and you Might have her to your selfe, but here is one Knowes this to be— An arrant whore? I see You have heard of her, Sir; Indeed she has Done pennance thrice. How say you, pennance? Yes, Sir, And should have sufferd— Carting should she not? The Marshall had her, Sir. I sweat, I sweat. She's of knowne practice, Sir: the clothes she weares Are but her quarters sinnes, she has no linnen But what she first offends for. O blest Heaven Look downe upon me. Nay, Sir, which is more, She has three children living, has had foure. How? Children? Children say you? Ask him Sir, One by a French Man. Another by a Dutch. A third, Sir, by a Moore; borne of two colours. Just like a Sergeants Man. Why she has known then All Tongues and Nations. She has been layne with farther Then ever Coryat travaild, and layne in By two parts of the Map, Afrique, and Europe. As if the State maintaind her to allay The heat of Forrainers. O—O—O—O. What aile you, Sir? O Nephew I am not well, J am not well. I hope you are not married. It is too true. God help you then. Amen; Nephew forgive me. Alas good Gentleman. Would you trust Baneswright, Sir? Nephew in Hell There's not a torment for him; O that I could But see that cheating Rogue upon the rack now: I'de give a thousand pound for every stretch, That should enlarge the Rogue through all his joints, And but just show him hell, and then recall His broking soule, and give him strength to suffer His torture often; J would have the Rascall Think hanging a reliefe, and be as long A dying as a chopt Eele, that the Divell Might have his soule by peeces. who's here? a Saylor? ARe you, Sir, Ware-house, the rich Merchant? Sir, My name is Ware-house. Then you are not, Sir, So rich by two ships as you were. How meane you? Your two ships, Sir, that were now comming home From Ormus are both cast away; the wrack And burden on the place was valewd at Some forty thousand pound. All the men perisht, By th' violence of the storme, only my selfe Preserv'd my life by swimming, till a ship Of Bristoll took me up, and brought me home To be the sad reporter. Was nothing sav'd?