D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 491 words
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And how? and how? Was it not pathetical and pretty? i'faith I never heard the like. Nor I. I thank the Muses, I have as sharp a conceit of mine own when I list. Sir I take you to be a great devourer of Verjuice. Now and then; but 'tis not altogether that; every one has his gift. 'tis so. Some has two or three. You say true Signior, some has twenty: for which they may thank impudence and the art of begging. The art of begging: pray you how long has begging been an art? Ever since in rid in a footcloth, and wore the badge of authority. How long's that ago? Ever since you Granam's daughter had a Calf of your age. Is't possible? Yes, and will continue till he's a Bull and horn mad. Most miraculous: would I were mercenary, and had no more in me than an ordinary man: Signior, I cry you mercy. How do you since you poured the pottle of wine in my neck, and threw the pot at my head, because I would not pay my part o'th' shot? Was there such a time? Was there? Why have you forgot how you kicked me, and I crept under the Table: I'll be sworn this Hip's as lame ever since, as if I had the Cyatica. Absurd and gross. We must leave you Signior. I thank you with all my heart: I am going to the foresaid place: here's my servant Fub can tell you if I lie in my throat. I will assure you he's wandering to Pusse, or as a man would say, to deal with Mistress Clariflora. Yes faith am I: she beat me t'other day, and I am now going to make her amends. I think I endure more beating than any three in Venice. Than a Stockfish. 'Tis a sign you are offensive. So they say that do't. yesternight a scurvy boy did so jowl my head and the wall together, for holding opinion that Cheese was unwholesome. No more good Signior: farewell. At your service: Shall we expect you at the old house? If you please: Have you heard the like? These are Asses so tedious— They're kin to Burrs, they will not off with shaking. Now my Thomaso what I have to say: The chief occasion made me summon you, Is to entreat your knowledge and assistance In such a project, (as yourself set by) and him that must Partake in the attempt, Venice in Italy Conceals the man that I durst credit. Let it not touch confusion of the State, Treason, and Murder: whatsoever it be, Command my will and sufferance. Defend that ever I should be such: Vallentius never had so foul a thought, To infect himself, and others. Thus, in brief, I love a woman; fairer Than herself ne'er wore the epithet: You have seen her sure, and know her: She's wife to Vanderman.
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And how? and how? Was it not patheticall and pretty? Y faith I never heard the like. Nor I. I thanke the Muſes, I have as ſharpe a conceite of mine owne when I liſt. Sir I take you to be a great devourer of Verjuyce. Now and then; but 'tis not altogether that; every one has his gift. Tis ſo. Some has two or three. You ſay true Signior, ſome has twenty: for which they may thanke impudency and the art of begging. The art of begging: pray you how long has begging beene an art? Ever ſince in rid in a foote-cloath, and wore the badge of authority. How long's that agoe? Ever ſince you Grannams daughter had a Calfe of your age. Is't poſſible? Yes, and will continue till hee's a Bull and horne mad. Moſt miraculous: would I were mercinary, and had no more in me than an ordinary man: Signior, I crye you mercy. How doe you ſince you powred the pottle of wine in my neck, and threw the pot at my head, becauſe I would not pay my part o'th ſhot? Was there ſuch a time? Was there? Why have you forgot how you kickt me, and I crept under the Table: Ile be ſworne this Hip's as lame ever ſince, as if I had the Cyatica. Abſurd and groſſe. We muſt leave you Signior. I thanke you with all my heart: I am going to the foreſaid place: here's my ſervant Fub can tell you if I lye in my throat. I will aſſure you he's wandring to Puſſe, or as a man would ſay, to deale with Miſtris Clariflora. Yes faith am I: ſhe beat me tother day, and I am now going to make her amends. I thinke I endure more beating than any three in Venice. Than a Stock-fiſh. 'Tis a ſigne you are offenſive. So they ſay that do't. Yeſter night a ſcurvy boy did ſo joule my head and the wall together, for holding opinion that Cheeſe was unwholſome. No more good Signior: farewell. At your ſervice: Shall we expect you at the old houſe? If you pleaſe: Have you heard the like? Theſe are Aſſes ſo tedious— They're kin to Burs, they will not off with ſhaking. Now my Thomaſo what I have to ſay: The chiefe occaſion made me ſummon you, Is to entreate your knowledge and aſſiſtance In ſuch a project, (as your ſelfe ſet by) and him that muſt Partake in the attempt, Venice in Italy Conceales the man that I durſt credit. Let it not touch confuſion of the State, Treaſon, and Murther: whatſoe're it be, Command my will and ſufferance. Defend that ever I ſhould be ſuch: Vallentius never had ſo foule a thought, To infect himſelfe, and others. Thus, in briefe, I love a woman; fairer Than her ſelfe ne're wore the Epethite: You have ſeene her ſure, and know her: She's wife to Vanderman.