Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, May 7] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 485 words
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Done with me? I do defy you. So I do, to say You ha' done with me: you are a saucy Puppy. O you mistake! I meant not as you mean. Meant you not knavery; Puppy? Not: not I Clay meant you all the knavery, it seems, Who rather, than he would be married to you, Chose to be wedded to the Gallows first. I thought he was a dissembler; he would prove A slippery Merchant i' the frost. He might Have married one first, and have been hanged after, If he had had a mind to't. But you men, Fie on you. Mistress Audrey, can you vind, I your heart to fancy Puppy? me poor Ball? You are disposed to jeer one, Mr. Hannibal. Pity o' me! the angry man with the beard! Put on thy hat, I look for no despect. Where's thy Master? Mary, he is gone With the picture of despair, to Paddington. Pray thee run after ' hun, and tell ' hun he shall Found out my Captain, lodged at the read- Lion In Paddington; that's the Inn. Let 'un ask Vor Captain Thums; And take that for thy pains: He may seek long enough else. Hi● thee again. Yes, Sir you'll look to Mrs. Bride the while? That I will: prithee haste. What Puppy? Puppy? Sweet Mistress Bride, he'll come again presently. Here was no subtle device to get a wench. This Cannon has a brave pate of his own! A shaved pate! And a right monger, ye vaith! This was his plot! I follow Captain Thums? We robbed in Saint John's wood? I' my t'other hose! I laugh, to think what a fine fool's finger they have O this wise Constable, in pricking out This Captain Thums to his neighbours: you shall see The Tileman too set fire on his own Kill, And leap into it, to save himself from hanging. You talk of a Bride-ale, here was a Bride-ale broke, I' the nick. Well: I must yet dispatch this Bride, To mine own master, the young Squire, and than My task is done. Gen'woman! I ' have in sort Done you some wrong, but now I'll do you what right I can: It's true, you are a proper woman; But to be cast away on such a Clowne-pipe As Clay; me thinks, your friends are not so wise As nature might have made 'em; well, go too: There's better fortune coming toward you, A● ' you do not deject it. Take a voole's Counsel, and do not stand i' your own light. It may prove better than you think for: Look you. Alas Sir, what is't you would ha' me do? I'd feign do all for the best, if I knew how. Forsake not a good turn, when 'tis offered you; Fair Mistress Audrey, that's your name, I take it. No Mistress, Sir, my name is Audrey.
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Done with me? I doe defie you. So I doe, to ſay You ha' done with me: you are a awcy Puppy. O you miſtake! I meant not as you meane. Meant you not knavery; Puppy? No: not I. Clay meant you all the knavery, it ſeemes, Who rather, then he would be married to you, Choſe to be wedded to the Gallowes firſt. I thought he was a diſſembler; he would prov A ſlippery Merchant i' the froſt. Hee might Have married one firſt, and have beene hang'd after, If hee had had a mind to't. But you men, Fie on you. Mrs. Awdrey, can you vind, I your heart to fancie Puppy? me poore Ball? You are diſpos'd to jeere one, Mr. Hanniball. Pitty o' me! the angry man with the beard! Put on thy hat, I looke for no deſpect. Where's thy Maſter? Marry, he is gone With the picture of deſpaire, to Paddington. Pr'y thee run after 'hun, and tell 'hun he ſhall Find out my Captaine, lodg'd at the red-Lyon In Paddington; that's the Inne. Let 'un aske Vor Captaine Thum's; And take that for thy paines: He may ſeeke long enough elſe. Hi thee againe. Yes, Sir you'll looke to Mrs. Bride the while? That I will: prethee haſte. What Puppy? Puppy? Sweet Mrs. Bride, Hee'll come againe preſently. Here was no ſubtile device to get a wench. This Chanon has a brave pate of his owne! A ſhaven pate! And a right monger, y' vaith! This was his plot! I follow Captaine Thum's? Wee rob'd in Saint Iohn's wood? I' my tother hoſe! I laugh, to thinke what a fine fooles finger they have O this wiſe Conſtable, in pricking out This Captaine Thum's to his neighbours: you ſhall ſee The Tile-man too ſet fire on his owne Kill, And leap into it, to ſave himſelfe from hanging. You talke of a Bride-ale, here was a Bride-ale broke, I' the nick. Well: I muſt yet diſpatch this Bride, To mine owne maſter, the young Squire, and then My taske is done. Gen'woman! I 'have in ſort Done you ſome wrong, but now Ile doe you what right I can: It's true, you are a proper woman; But to be caſt away on ſuch a Clowne-pipe As Clay; me thinkes, your friends are not ſo wiſe As nature might have made 'hem; well, goe too: There's better fortune comming toward you, A' you doe not deject it. Take a voole's Counſell, and doe not ſtand i' your owne light. It may prove better then you thinke for: Looke you. Alas Sir, what is't you would ha' me doe? I'ld faine doe all for the beſt, if I knew how. Forſake not a good turne, when 'tis offered you; Faire Miſtris Awdrey, that's your name, I take it. No Miſtris, Sir, my name is Awdrey.