Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 501 words
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For getting me A child? why I am none of his great Lordship's tenants, Nor of his followers, to keep his Bastards. Pray stay a little. I should go tell my Lord The news: he longs to know how things do pass. Tell him I take it well; and thank him. I did before despair of Children I. But i'll go wi'ye, and thank him. Sure his joy Has madded him: Here's more work for the Doctor. But tell me first: were you their Bawd that speak this? What mean you with that Dagger? Nothing I, But play with't. Did you see the passages Of things? I ask, were you their Bawd? Their Bawd? I trust she is no Bawd, that sees, and helps (If need require) an ignorant lawful pair To do their best. Lord's actions all are lawful. And how? and how? These old folks love to hear. I'll tell you sir— and yet I will not neither. Nay, pray thee out with't. Sir, they went to bed. To bed! well on. On? they were off sir yet; And yet a good while after. They were both So simple, that they knew not what, not how. For she's sir, a pure maid. Who dost thou speak of? I'll speak no more, less you can look more tamely. Go bring me to 'em then. Bawd will you go? Ah— What ail you sir: why Bawd? whose Bawd is she? Your Lords Bawd, and my wives. You are jealous mad. Suppose your wife be missing at your Chamber, And my Lord too at his, they may be honest: If not, what's that to her, or you I pray, Here in my Lords own house? Brave, brave, and monstrous! She has not seen them. I heard all your talk. The Child she intimated, is your grandchild In posse sir, and of your son's begetting. ay, i'll be sworn I meant, and said so too? Where is my wife? I can give no account, If she be with my Lord I dare not trouble 'em. Nor must you offer at it: no nor stab yourself. But come with me: we counsel, or, at least, Govern you better: She may be, perhaps, About the Bride-chamber, to hear some sport; For you can make her none; 'las good old man. I'm most insufferably abused. Unless The killing of yourself may do't; and that I would forbear, because perhaps 'twould please her. if fire, or water, poison, cord, or steel, Or any means be found to do it: i'll do it; Not to please her, but rid me of my torment. I have more care and charge of you than so. What an old desperate man is this, to make Away yourself for fear of being a Cuckold! If every man that is, or that but knows Himself to be o'th' order, should do so, How many desolate widows would here be, They are not all of that mind. Here's my husband. Bab! art thou here?
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For getting me A child? why I am none of his great Lordships tenants, Nor of his followers, to keepe his Bastards. Pray stay a little. I should goe tell my Lord The newes: he longs to know how things doe passe. Tell him I take it well; and thanke him. I did before despaire of Children I. But ile goe wi'yee, and thanke him. Sure his joy Has madded him: Here's more worke for the Doctor. But tell me first: were you their Bawd that speak this? What meane you with that Dagger? Nothing I, Bu play with't. Did you see the passages Of things? I aske, were you their Bawd? Their Bawd? I trust she is no Bawd, that sees, and helpes (If need require) an ignorant lawfull paire To doe their best. Lords actions all are lawfull. And how? and how? These old folkes love to heare. Ile tell you sir—and yet I will not neither. Nay, pray thee out with't. Sir, they went to bed. To bed! well on. On? they were off sir yet; And yet a good while after. They were both So simple, that they knew not what, not how. For she's sir, a pure maid. Who dost thou speake of? Ile speake no more, lesse you can looke more tamely. Goe bring me to' hem then. Bawd will you goe? Ah— What aile you sir: why Bawd? whose Bawd is she? Your Lords Bawd, and my wives. You are jealous mad. Suppose your wife be missing at your Chamber, And my Lord too at his, they may be honest: If not, what's that to her, or you I pray, Here in my Lords owne house? Brave, brave, and monstrous! Shee has not seene them. I heard all your talke. The Child she intimated, is your grandchild In posse sir, and of your sonnes begetting. I, ile be sworne I meant, and said so too? Where is my wife? I can give no account, If she be with my Lord I dare not trouble hem. Nor must you offer at it: no nor stab your selfe. But come with me: we counsell, or, at least, Governe you better: Shee may be, perhaps, About the Bride-chamber, to heare some sport; For you can make her none; 'lasse good old man. J'me most insufferably abus'd. Vnlesse The killing of your selfe may do't; and that J would forbeare, because perhaps 'twould please her. Jf fire, or water, poyson, cord, or steele, Or any meanes be found to do it: ile doe it; Not to please her, but rid me of my torment. J have more care and charge of you than so. What an old desperate man is this, to make Away your selfe for feare of being a Cuckold! If every man that is, or that but knowes Himselfe to be oth' order, should doe so, How many desolate widowes would here be, They are not all of that minde. Here's my husband. Bab! art thou here?