Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 496 words
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Let me entreat you Forbear such beastly pastimes, theyare Satanical. Take heed Child what you say, 'tis the king's game. What is my game? Bear-baiting sir she means. A bear's a Princely beast, and one side Venison (Writ a good Author once) you yet want years, And are with baubles pleased, i'll see the Bears. And I must bear with it. she's full of wine, And for the present wilful; but in due Season i'll humble her: but we are all Too subject to infirmity. Boy— Boy. Sir. Here take my Cloak. Boy did he say? Yes sir, old servants are But Boys to Masters, be they ne'er so young. 'tis heavy, and I sweat. Take mine, and keep you warm then, I'll wear yours. Out you Varlet, Dost thou obscure it, as thou meantst to pawn it? Is this a Cloak unworthy of the light? Publish it sirrah:— oh presumptuous slave, Display it on one arm— oh ignorance! Pray load your Ass yourself, as you would have it. Nay prithee be not angry: Thus, and now Be sure you bear't at no such distance; but As't may be known appendix to this book. This custom I have seen with us. Yes, but It was derived from the Antipodes. It is a dainty creature, and my blood Rebels against the spirit: I must speak to him. Sir here's a Gentlewoman makes towards you. Me? she's deceived, I am not for her mowing. Fair sir, may you vouchsafe my company? No truly, I am none of those you look for. The way is broad enough, unhand me pray you. Pray sir be kinder to a lass that loves you. Some such there are, but I am none of those. Come, this is but a Copy of your Countenance. I ha' known you better than you think I do. What ha' you known me for? I knew you once For half a piece I take it. You are deceived The whole breadth of your nose, I scorn it. Come be not coy, but send away your servant, And let me gi' you a pint of wine. Pray keep Your courtesy, I can bestow the wine Upon myself, if I were so disposed, To drink in Taverns; fah. Let me bestow't Upon you at your lodging then; and there Be civilly merry. Which if you do, My wife shall thank you for it; but your better Course is to seek one fitter for your turn, You'll lose your aim in me; and I befriend you To tell you so. Gip gaffer Shotten, fagh, Take that for your coy Counsel. Help, oh help. What mean you gentlewoman? That to you sir. O murder, murder. Peace good Master, And come away. Some Cowardly Jade I warrant, That durst not strike a woman. What's the matter? But and we were your match.— What would you do? Come, come afore the Constable: now if You were her match, what would you do sir?
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Let me entreat you Forbeare such beastly pastimes, th'are Sathanicall. Take heed Child what you say, tis the Kings game. What is my game? Bear-baiting sir she meanes. A Beare's a Princely beast, and one side Venison (Writ a good Author once) you yet want yeares, And are with Bawbles pleas'd, ile see the Beares. And I must beare with it. she's full of wine, And for the present wilfull; but in due Season ile humble her: but we are all Too subject to infirmity. Boy—Boy. Sir. Here take my Cloake. Boy did he say? Yes sir, old servants are But Boyes to Masters, be they nere so young. Tis heavy, and I sweat. Take mine, and keepe you warme then, Ile weare yours. Out you Varlet, Dost thou obscure it, as thou meantst to pawne it? Is this a Cloake unworthy of the light? Publish it sirrah:—oh presumptuous slave, Display it on one arme—oh ignorance! Pray load your Asse your selfe, as you would have it▪ Nay prethee be not angry: Thus, and now Be sure you bear't at no such distance; but As't may be knowne appendix to this booke. This custome I have seene with us. Yes, but It was deriv'd from the Antipodes. It is a dainty creature, and my blood Rebells against the spirit: I must speake to him. Sir here's a Gentlewoman makes towards you. Me? she's deceiv'd, I am not for her mowing. Faire sir, may you vouchsafe my company? No truly, I am none of those you look for. The way is broad enough, unhand me pray you. Pray sir be kinder to a lasse that loves you. Some such there are, but I am none of those. Come, this is but a Coppy of your Countenance. I ha knowne you better than you thinke I doe. What ha you knowne me for? I knew you once For halfe a peece I take it. You are deceiv'd The whole breadth of your nose, I scorne it. Come be not coy, but send away your servant, And let me gi' you a pint of wine. Pray keepe Your courtesie, I can bestow the wine Vpon my selfe, if I were so dispos'd, To drinke in Tavernes; fah. Let me bestow't Vpon you at your lodging then; and there Be civilly merry. Which if you doe, My wife shall thanke you for it; but your better Course is to seeke one fitter for your turne, You'll lose your aime in me; and I befriend you To tell you so. Gip gaffer Shotten, fagh, Take that for your coy Counsell. Helpe, oh helpe. What meane you gentlewoman? That to you sir. O murther, murther. Peace good Master, And come away. Some Cowardly Jade I warrant, That durst not strike a woman. What's the matter? But and we were your match.— What would you doe? Come, come afore the Constable: now if You were her match, what would you doe sir?