Wilson, Robert / Drayton, Michael / Munday, Anthony / Hathaway, Richard · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Oct 16, payment] (Annals) history · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 520 words
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What, are the strange folks up yet that came in yesternight? What mine host, up so early? What, master Maior, and master Constable! We are come to seek for some suspected persons, and such as here we found, have apprehended. Who comes here? Who comes here? a plague found ome, you bawl quoth 'a, ods hat, I'll forzweare your house, you lodged a fellow and his wife by us that ha' run away with our 'parel, and left us such gewgaws here, come Kate, come to me, thowse dizeard i'faith. Mine host, know you this man? Yes master Maior, I'll give my word for him, why neighbour Club, how comes this gear about? Now a foul on't, I can not make this gewgaw stand on my head, now the lads and the lasses won flout me too too How came this man and woman thus attired? Here came a man and woman hither this last night, which I did take for substantial people, and lodged all in one chamber by these folks: methinks, have been so bold to change apparel, and gone away this morning ere they rose. That was that villain traitor Oldcastle, that thus escaped us: make out hue and cry yet after him, keep fast that traitorous rebel his servant there: farewell mine host. Come Kate Owdham, thou and Isee trimly dizzard. i'faith neame Club, Isee wot near what to do, Isee be so flouted and so shouted at: but by th' mess Isee cry. Come Dol, come, be merry wench, Farewell Kent, we are not for thee, Be lusty my lass, come for Lancashire, We must nip the Boung for these crowns. Why is all the gold spent already that you had the other day? Gone Doll, gone, flown, spent, vanished, the devil, drink and the dice, has devoured all. You might have left me in Kent, that you might, until you had been better provided, I could have stayed at Cobham. No Dol, no, i'll none of that, Kent's too hot Doll, Kent's too hot: the weathercock of Wrotham will crow no longer, we have plucked him, he has lost his feathers, I have pruned him bare, left him thrice, is moulted, is moulted, wench. Faith sir Iohn, I might have gone to service again, old master Harpoole told me he would provide me a mistress. Peace Doll, peace, come mad wench, I'll make thee an honest woman, we'll into Lancashire to our friends, the troth is, I'll marry thee, we want but a little money to buy us a horse, and to spend by the way, the next sheep that comes shall lose his fleece, we'll have these crowns wench I warrant thee: stay, who comes here? some Irish villain methinks that has slain a man, and draws him out of the way to rifle him: stand close Doll, we'll see the end. Alas poe mester, S. Rishard Lee, be saint Patrick is rob and cut thy troth, for dee shame, and die money, and d'ee gold ring, be me truly is love thee well, but now dow be kil thee, be shitten knave.
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VVhat, are the strange folkes vp yet that came in yester night? VVhat mine hoste, vp so early? VVhat, maister Maior, and maister Constable! VVe are come to seeke for some suspected persons, and such as heere we found, haue apprehended. VVho comes heere? VVho comes here? a plague found ome, you bawle quoth a, ods hat, Ile forzweare your house, you lodgde a fellow and his wife by vs that ha runne away with our parrel, and lef vs such gew-gawes here, come Kate, come to mee, thowse dizeard yfaith. Mine hoste, know you this man? Yes maister Maior, Ile giue my word for him, why neibor Club, how comes this geare about? Now a fowle ont, I can not make this gew-gaw stand on my head, now the lads and the lasses won flowt me too too How came this man and woman thus attired? Here came a man and woman hither this last night, which I did take for substantiall people, and lodgde all in one chamber by these folkes: mee thinkes, haue beene so bolde to change apparell, and gone away this morning ere they rose. That was that villaine traitour Old-castle, that thus escaped vs: make out uy and cry yet after him, keepe fast that traiterous rebell his seruant there: farewell mine hoste. Come Kate Owdham, thou and Ise trimly dizard. I faith neame Club, Ise wot nere what to do, Ise be so flowted and so showted at: but by th messe Ise cry. Come Dol, come, be mery wench, Farewell Kent, we are not for thee, Be lusty my lasse, come for Lancashie, We must nip the Boung for these crownes. Why is all the gold spent already that you had the other day? Gone Doll, gone, flowne, spent, vanished, the diuel, drinke and the dice, has deuoured all. You might haue left me in Kent, that you might, vntil you had bin better prouided, I could haue staed at Cobham. No Dol, no, ile none of that, Kents too hot Doll, Kent's too hot: the weathercocke of Wrotham will crow no longer, we haue pluckt him, he has lost his feathers, I haue prunde him bare, left him thrice, is moulted, is moulted, wēch. Faith sir Iohn, I might haue gone to seruice againe, old maister Harpoole told me he would prouide me a mistris. Peace Doll, peace, come mad wench, Ile make thee an honest woman, weele into Lancashire to our friends, the troth is, Ile marry thee, we want but a little mony to buy vs a horse, and to spend by the way, the next sheep that comes shal loose his fleece, weele haue these crownes wench I warrant thee: stay, who comes here? some Irish villaine me thinkes that has slaine a man, and drawes him out of the way to rifle him: stand close Doll, weele see the end. Alas poe mester, S. Rishard Lee, be saint Patricke is rob and cut thy trote, for dee shaine, and dy money, and dee gold ring, be me truly is loue thee wel, but now dow be kil thee, bee shitten kanaue.