Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 488 words
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Your country folks should have done well to ha' sent Some news by you, but I trust none told you there, We use to leave our fools to lie with madmen. Nay now again you're angry. No not I But rather pity your simplicity. Come I'll take charge and care of you. I thank you. And wage my skill, against my doctor's art, Sooner to ease you of these dangerous fits, Than he shall rectify your husband's wits. Indeed, indeed, I thank you. Why brought'st thou not mine Arms, and Pedigree Home with thee Blaze, mine honest Heralds, Painter? I have not yet my Lord, but all's in readiness, According to the Herald's full directions. But has he gone to the root, has he derived me, Ex origine, ab antiquo? has he fetched me Far enough Blaze? Full four descents beyond The conquest my good Lord, and finds that one Of your French ancestry came in with the conqueror. Iefrey Letoy, 'twas he, from whom the English Letoy's have our descent; and here have took Such footing, that we'll never out while France Is France, and England England, And the Sea passable to transport a fashion. My ancestors and I have been beginners Of all new fashions in the Court of England From before Primo Ricardi Secundi Until this day. I cannot think my Lord They'll follow you in this though. Mark the end, I am without a precedent for my humour. But is it spread, and talked of in the town? It is my Lord, and laughed at by a many. I am more beholding to them, than all the rest: Their laughter makes me merry; others mirth, And not mine own it is, that feeds me that Battens me as poor men's cost does Usurers. But tell me Blaze, what say they of me, ha? They say my Lord you look more like a pedlar, Then like a Lord, and live more like an Emperor. Why there they ha' me right, let others shine Abroad in cloth o' bodkin, my broad cloth, Pleases mine eye as well, my body better, Besides I'm sure 'tis paid for (to their envy) I buy with ready money: and at home here With as good meat, as much magnificence, As costly pleasures, and as rare delights, Can satisfy my appetite and senses, As they with all their public shows, and braveries. They run at ring, and tilt 'gainst one another, I and my men can play a match at football, Wrestle a handsome fall, and pitch the bar, And crack the cudgels, and a pate sometimes, 'twould do you good to see't. More than to feel't. They hunt the deer, the Hare, the Fox, the Otter, Polecats, or Harlots, what they please, whilst I And my mad Grigs, my men can run at base, And breathe ourselves at barleybreak, and dancing. Yes my Lord i'th' country when you are there.
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Your countrey folkes should have done well to ha' sent Some newes by you, but I trust none told you there, We use to leave our fooles to lye with mad-men. Nay now againe y'are angry. No not I But rather pitty your simplicity. Come Ile take charge and care of you. I thanke you. And wage my skill, against my doctors art, Sooner to ease you of these dangerous fits, Then he shall rectifie your husbands wits. Indeed, indeed, I thanke you. Why broughtst thou not mine Armes, and Pedegree Home with thee Blaze, mine honest Heralds, Painter? I have not yet my Lord, but all's in readinesse, According to the Heralds full directions. But has he gone to the root, has he deriv'd me, Ex origine, ab antiquo? has he fetch'd me Farre enough Blaze? Full foure descents beyond The conquest my good Lord, and findes that one Of your French ancestry came in with the conqueror. Iefrey Letoy, twas he, from whom the English Letoy's have our descent; and here have tooke Such footing, that we'll never out while France Is France, and England England, And the Sea passable to transport a fashion. My ancestors and I have beene beginners Of all new fashions in the Court of England From before Primo Ricardi Secundi Untill this day. I cannot thinke my Lord They'll follow you in this though. Marke the end, I am without a precedent for my humour. But is it spread, and talk'd of in the towne? It is my Lord, and laught at by a many. I am more beholding to them, then all the rest: Their laughter makes me merry; others mirth, And not mine owne it is, that feeds me that Battens me as poore mens cost do's Usurers. But tell me Blaze, what say they of me, ha? They say my Lord you looke more like a pedlar, Then like a Lord, and live more like an Emperor. Why there they ha' me right, let others shine Abroad in cloth o' bodkin, my broad cloath, Pleases mine eye as well, my body better, Besides I'm sure tis paid for (to their envy) I buy with ready money: and at home here With as good meat, as much magnificence, As costly pleasures, and as rare delights, Can satisfie my appetite and senses, As they with all their publique shewes, and braveries. They runne at ring, and tilt 'gainst one another, I and my men can play a match at football, Wrastle a hansome fall, and pitch the barre, And crack the cudgells, and a pate sometimes, Twould doe you good to see't. More then to feel't. They hunt the Deere, the Hare, the Fox, the Otter, Polcates, or Harlots, what they please, whilst I And my mad Grigs, my men can runne at base, And breath our selves at Barly-breake, and dancing. Yes my Lord i'th countrey when you are there.