Peele, George · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1594] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 496 words
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Sic argumentaris domine Loach; and we make many such matches, we may pull down the steeple, sell the Bells, and thatch the chancel: in good time sir, and hang yourselves in the Bell ropes when you have done, Domine oponens praepono tibi hanc questionem, whether will you have the ground broken, or your pates broken: first, for one of them shall be done presently, and to begin mine, i'll seal it upon your coxcomb. Hold thy hands, I pray thee good fellow be not too hasty. You Capons face, we shall have you turned out of the parish one of these days, with never a tatter to your arse, than you are in worse taking than Iack. Faith and he is bad enough: this fellow does but the part of a friend, to seek to bury his friend; how much will bury him? Faith, about some fifteen or sixteen shillings will bestow him honestly. I even thereabouts sir. Here hold it then, and I have left me but one poor three half pence; now do I remember the words the old man spoke at the cross; bestow all thou hast, and this is all, till dead men's bones comes at thy call, hear hold it, and so farewell. God, and all good, be with you sir; nay you cormorants, i'll bestow one peal of Iack at mine own proper costs and charges. You may thank God the long staff and the bilbo blade, crossed not your coxcomb; well we'll to the church style, and have a pot, and so tryll lyll. Come let's go. But hark you gammer, methinks this Iack bore a great sway in the parish. O this Iack was a marvelous fellow, he was but a poor man, but very well beloved: you shall see anon what this Iack will come to. Soft, who have we here? our amorous harvest stars. ay, ay, let us sit still and let them alone. Lo here we come a reaping, a reaping, To reap our harvest fruit, And thus we pass the year so long, And never be we mute. Soft, who have we here? O this is a choleric gentleman, all you that love your lives, keep out of the smell of his two hand sword: now goes he to the conjuror. methinks the conjuror should put the fool into a juggling box. Fee, fa, fum, here is the Englishman, Conquer him that can, came for his lady bright, To prove himself a knight, And win her love in fight. Who haw master Bango are you here? hear you, you had best sit down here, and beg an alms with me. Hence base cullion, here is he that commandeth ingress and egress with his weapon, and will enter at his voluntary whosoever saith no. No. So with that they kissed, and spoiled the edge of as good a two hand sword, as ever God put life in; now goes Corebus in, spite of the conjuror.
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Sic argumentaris domine Loache; and we make many such matches, we may pull downe the steeple, sell the Belles, and thatche the chauncell: in good time sir, and hang your selues in the Bell ropes when you haue done, Domine oponens praepono tibi hanc questionem, whether will you haue the ground broken, or your pates broken: first, for one of them shall be done presently, and to begin mine, ile seale it vpon your cockescome. Hould thy hands, I pray thee good fellow be not too hastie. You Capons face, we shall haue you turnd out of the parish one of these dayes, with neuer a tatter to your arse, then you are in worse taking then Iack. Faith and he is bad enough: this fellow does but the part of a friend, to seeke to burie his friend; how much will burie him? Faith, about some fifteene or sixteene shillings will bestow him honestly. I euen there abouts sir. Heere hould it then, and I haue left me but one poore three halfe pence; now do I remember the wordes the old man spake at the crosse; bestowe all thou hast, and this is all, till dead mens bones comes at thy call, heare holde it, and so farewell. God, and all good, bee with you sir; naie you cormorants, ile bestowe one peale of Iack at mine owne proper costs and charges. You may thanke God the long staffe and the bilbowe blade, crost not your cockes-combe; well weele to the church stile, and haue a pot, and so tryll lyll. Come lets go. But harke you gammer, me thinkes this Iack bore a great sway in the parish. O this Iack was a maruelous fellow, he was but a poore man, but very well beloned: you shall see anon what this Iack will come to. Soft, who haue wee heere? our amorous haruest starres. I, I, let vs sit still and let them alone. Loe heere we come a reaping, a reaping, To reape our haruest fruite, And thus we passe the yeare so long, And neuer be we mute. Soft, who haue we here? O this is a cholerick gentleman, all you that loue your liues, keepe out of the smell of his two hand sworde: nowe goes he to the coniurer. Me thinkes the Coniurer should put the foole into a Iugling boxe. Fee, fa, fum, here is the Englishman, Conquer him that can, came for his lady bright, To prooue himselfe a knight, And win her loue in fight. Who hawe maister Bango are you here? heare you, you had best sit downe heere, and beg an almes with me. Hence base cullion, heere is he that commaundeth ingresse and egresse with his weapon, and will enter at his voluntary whosoeuer saith no. No. So with that they kist, and spoiled the edge of as good a two hand sword, as euer God put life in; now goes Corebus in, spight of the coniurer.