Lyly, John · published 1592 · first performed or written 1589 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 501 words
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O sir, you know I am a Barber, and cannot tittle-tattle, I am one of those whose tongues are swelled with silence. Indeed thou shouldst be no blab, because a barber, therefore be secret. Was it not a good cure Dello, to ease the toothache, and never touch the tooth? O master, he that is your patient for the toothache, I warrant is patient of all aches. I did but rub his gums, and presently the rheum evaporated. Deus bone, is that word come into the barber's basin. ay sir and why not? My master is a Barber and a Surgeon. In good time. O Motto, I am almost dead with the toothache, all my gums are swollen, and my teeth stand in my head like thorns. It may be that it is only the breeding of a beard, and being the first beard, you shall have a hard travel. Old fool, dost thou think hairs will breed in my teeth? As likely sir, for any thing I know, as on your chin. O teeth, o torments, o torments, o teeth! May I but touch them Dello, I'll teach his tongue to tell a tale, what villainy it is to cozen one of a beard, but stand not thou nigh, for it is odds when he spits, but that all his teeth fly in thy face. Good Motto give some ease, for at thy coming in, I overheard of a cure thou hadst done. My teeth: I will not have this pain, that's certain. ay, so did you overhear me, when you cozened me of a beard: but I forget all. My master is mild and merciful: and merciful, because a Barber, for when he hath the throat at command, you know he taketh revenge but on a silly hair. How now Petulus, do they still ache? I Motto. Let me rub your gums with this leaf. Do Motto, and for thy labour I will requite thee. Out rascal, what hast thou done? all my neither teeth are loose, and wag like the keys of a pair of virginals. O sir, if you will, I will sing to them, your mouth being the instrument. Do Dello. Out villain, thou bitest. I cannot tune these virginal keys. They were the jacks above, the keys beneath were easy. A bots on your jacks and jaws too. They were virginals of your master's making. O my teeth, good Motto what will ease my pain? Nothing in the world, but to let me lay a golden beard to your chin. It is at pawn. You are like to fetch it out with your teeth, or go without your teeth. Motto withdraw thyself, it may be thou shalt draw my teeth; attend my resolution. A doubtful dispute, whether I were best to lose my golden beard, or my bone tooth? Help me Lycio to determine. Your teeth ache Petulus, your beard doth not. ay but Licio, if I part from my beard, my heart will ache.
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O sir, you know I am a Barber, and cannot tittle tattle, I am one of those whose tongues are swelde with silence. Indeed thou shouldst be no blab, because a barber, therefore be secrete. Was it not a good cure Dello, to ease the toothach, and neuer touch the tooth? O master, he that is your patient for the toothach, I warrant is patient of all aches. I did but rub his gummes, and presentlie the rewme euaporated. Deus bone, is that worde come into the Barbers bason. I sir and why not? My master is a Barber and a Surgeon. In good time. O Motto, I am almost dead with the toothach, al my gummes are swollen, and my teeth stande in my head like thornes. It may be that it is only the breding of a beard, and being the first beard, you shall haue a hard trauel. Old foole, doest thou thinke haires will breede in my teeth? As likelie sir, for any thing I know, as on your chinne. O teeth, ô torments, ô torments, ô teeth! May I but touch them Dello, Ile teach his tong to tel a tale, what villenie it is to cosen one of a bearde, but stand not thou nigh, for it is ods when he spits, but that all his teeth flie in thy face. Good Motto geue some ease, for at thy comming in, I ouer-heard of a cure thou hadst done. My teeth: I wil not haue this paine, thats certain. I, so did you ouer-heare me, when you cosened me of a beard: but I forget all. My master is mild and mercifull: and mercifull, because a Barber, for when he hath the throat at commaund, you know hee taketh reuenge but on a sillie haire. How now Petulus, do they still ake? I Motto. Let me rub your gummes with this leafe. Doe Motto, and for thy labor I wil requite thee. Out rascal, what hast thou done? al my nether teeth are lose, and wag like the keyes of a paire of virginals. O sir, if you wil, I wil sing to them, your mouth beeing the instrument. Doe Dello. Out villen, thou bitest. I cannot tune these virginal keyes. They were the Iackes aboue, the keyes beneath were easie. A bots on your Iacks and Iawes too. They were virginalls of your masters making. O my teeth, good Motto what wil ease my pain? Nothing in the world, but to let me lay a golden beard to your chinne. It is at pawne. You are like to fetch it out with your teeth, or goe without your teeth. Motto withdraw thy selfe, it may be thou shalt drawe my teeth; attend my resolution. A doubtfull dispute, whether I were best to loose my golden beard, or my bone tooth? Helpe me Lycio to determine. Your teeth ake Petulus, your beard doth not. I but Lycio, if I part from my beard, my heart will ake.