Anonymous · published 1598 · first performed or written 1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 497 words
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Feign would I live, yet loath to live in woods, Thou shalt not choose, it shallbe as I say & therefore follow me. It was my will an hour a go and more, As was my promise for to make return, But other business hindered my pretence. It is a world to see when man appoints, And purposely one certain thing decrees How many things may hinder his intent. What once would wish the same is farthest off: But yet th'appointed time cannot be passed, Nor hath her presence yet prevented we, Well here ile stay, and expect her coming. Some one or other is pursued no doubt Perhaps some search for me, 'tis good to doubt the worst, therefore i'll begun. Hold him, hold him hold him, here's a stur in deed Hear came hew after the crier, and I was set close At mother Nips house, and there I called for three Pots of ale, as 'tis the manner of us courtiers, now sirrah, I had taken the maiden head of tow of them. Now as I was lifting up the third to my mouth, there came hold him, hold him, now I could not tell whom to catch hold on, but I am sure I caught one perchance a may be in this pot, well i'll see, mass I cannot see him yet, well i'll look a little further, mass he is a little slave if a be here, why here's no body, all this goes well yet: but if the old trot should come for her pot, I marry there's the matter but I care not, i'll face her out, and call her old rusty dusty musty fusty crustkie firebran, and worse than all that, and so face her out of her pot: but soft here she comes. Come on you gnaw where's my pot you knave? Go look your pot, come not to me for your pot twe●e good for you. Thou liest thou knave thou hast my pot. You lie and you say it, I your pot, I know what i'll say Why what will't thou say. But say I have him and thou dar'st, Why thou knave. thou hast not only my pot but my drink unpaide for. You lie like an old I will not say whore. dost thou call me whore, i'll cap thee my for pot. Cap me & thou darest, searce me whether I have it or no. How now sirrah, what's the matter; Oh flies master flies. Flies where are they? Oh here master, all about your face. Why thou liest I think thou art mad. Why master, I have killed a duncart full at the least Go to sirrah, leaving this idle talk give ear to me. How, give you one of my ears? not & you were ten masters. Why sir I bid you give ear to my words, I tell you I will no be made a curtal for no man's pleasure
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Faine would I liue, yet loth to liue in woodes, Thou shalt not chuse, it shalbe as I say & theefore follow me. It was my wil an hower a goe and more, As was my promise for to make returne, But other busines hindred my pretence. It is a world to se when man appoints, And purposelie one cetaine thing decrees How manie things may hinder his inten. What once would wish the same is farthest off: But yet thappoynted time cannot be past, Nor hath her presnce yet preuented wee, Well heere ile saie, and expect her comming. Some one or othr is pursued no doubt Perhaps some search for me, tis good to doubt the worst, thereore ile begone. Hold him, hold him hold him, heers a stur in deed Heere came hewe ater the crier, and I was set close At mother Nips house, and there I calde for three Pots of ale, as tis the manner o vs courtiers, now sirra, I had taken the maiden head of tow of them. Now as I was lifting vp the third to my mouth, there came hold him, hold him, now I coulde not tell whome to catch hold on, but I am sure I caught one perchance a maie be in this pot, well ile see, mas I cannot see him yet, well ile looke a little urther, mas he is a little slaue if a be heere, why heers no bodie, al this goes well yet: but if the olde trot shoulde come for her pot, I marrie theres the matter but I care not, ile face her out, and cal her ould rustie dustie mustie ustie crustkie firebran, and worse then al that, and so face her out of her pot: but softe heere she comes. Come on you knawe wheres my pot you knaue? Goe looke your pot, come not to me for your pot twee good for you. Thou liest thou knaue thou hast my pot You lie and you say it, I your pot, I know what ile say Why what wilt thou say. But say I haue him and thou darste, VVhy thou knaue. thou hast not onelie my pot but my drinke vnpaide for. You lie like an old I will not say whore. dost thou cal me whore, ile cap thee my for pot. Cap me & thou darest, searce me whether I haue it or no. How now sirra, whats the matter; Oh flies maister flies. Flies where are they? Oh heere maister, all about your face. Why thou liest I think thou art mad. Why maister, I haue kild a duncart ful at the least Go to sirra, leauing this idel talke giue eare to me. How, giue you one of my eares? not & you were ten maisters. Why sir I bid you giue eare to my wordes, I tell you I will no be made a curtall for no mans pleasure