Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1597-1599] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 499 words
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But my Master hath taken many a fair pound of your man Block; he was here to day sir, and filled two bottles of nippitate sack. Well, fill us of your nippitate sir. This is well chaunest, but here ye boy? Bring Sugar in white paper, not in brown; For in white paper I have here a trick, Shall make the Pursuivant first swoon, then sick. Thou honest fellow what's thy name? My name is Winterborne sir. What countryman I prithee? Berkshire and please ye. How long hast thou been sworn a messenger? But yesterday and please your worship, This is the First employment I have had. A good beginning, here have too thee fellow; Thou art my fellow now thou servest the King, Nay take Sugar too, God's Lady dear, I put it in my pocket, but it's here: Drink a good draft I prithee Winterborne. O Lord Sir Richard, the man, the man. What a forgetful beast am I? peace boy, It is his fashion ever when he drinks. Fellow he hath the falling sickness, Run fetch two cushions to raise up his head, And bring a little Key to open his teeth. Pursuivant, your warrant and your box, These must with me, the shape of Faukenbridge Will hold no longer water here about. Gloster will be a proteus every hour, That Elinor and Leyster, Henry, Iohn, And all that rabble of hate loving curs, May minister me more mirth to play upon. here's a key sir, and one of our folk to help. No matter for a key, help him but in, And lay him by the fire a little while, He'll wake immediately, but be heart sick, there's money for a candle and thy wine, I'll go but up unto your Alderman's, And come down presently to comfort him. Drawer? what Drawer? with a vengeance Dra. Speak in the Crown there. They be come, the devil crown ye one by one, Skinke though art betrayed, that master Faukenbridge Missing some of his chain, hath got thee dogged. Drawer? what Drawer? Anan, anon sir. Was not sir Richard Faukenbridge below? Yes and please ye. It does not please me well, knows he that I am here? No I protest. Come hither sirrah, I have little money, But there's some few links of a chain of gold: Upon your honesty knows not sir Richard, That I am here? No by my halidom. Who's that was with him? Why a Pursuivant. Where is sir Richard? At the Alderman's. A Pursuivant and at the Alderman's. What Pig, or Goose, or Capon have you killed, Within your Kitchen new? A pig new sticked. Fetch me a saucer of the blood, quick run; I'll sit the Pursuivant, and Alderman, And Faukenbridge, if Skinke have any wit. Well Gloster, I did never love thee yet, But thou'rt the maddest Lord that ere I met, If I scape this, and meet thee once again, Curse Skinke, if he die penny in thy det.
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But my Maſter hath taken many a faire pound of your man Blocke; he was heere to day ſir, and fild two bottles of nippitate ſacke. Well, fill vs of your nippitate ſir. This is well chauneſt, but heere ye boy? Bring Suger in white paper, not in browne; For in white paper I haue heere a tricke, Shall make the Purſeuant firſt ſwound, then ſicke. Thou honeſt fellow what's thy name? My name is Winterborne ſir. What countryman I prethee? Barkeſhire and pleaſe ye. How long haſt thou bin ſworne a meſſenger? But yeſterday and pleaſe your worſhip, This is the Firſt imployment I haue had. A good beginning, heere haue too thee fellow; Thou art my fellow now thou ſerueſt the King, Nay take Suger too, Gods Lady deere, I put it in my pocket, but it's heere: Drinke a good draught I prethee Winterborne. O Lord Sir Richard, the man, the man. What a forgetfull beaſt am I? peace boy, It is his faſhion euer when he drinkes. Fellow he hath the falling ſickenes, Run fetch two cuſhions to rayſe vp his head, And bring a little Key to ope his teeth. Purſeuant, your warrant and your boxe, Theſe muſt with me, the ſhape of Faukenbridge Will holde no longer water heere about. Gloſter wil be a proteus euery houre, That Elinor and Leyſter, Henry, Iohn, And all that rabble of hate louing curres, May miniſter me more mirth to play vpon. Heer's a key ſir, and one of our folke to help. No matter for a key, help him but in, And lay him by the fire a little while, He'll wake immediatly, but be hart ſicke, Ther's money for a candle and thy wine, Ile goe but vp vnto your Aldermans, And come downe preſently to comfort him. Drawer? what Drawer? with a vengeance Dra. Speake in the Crowne there. They be come, the deuill crowne yee one by one, Skinke tho' art betraide, that maſter Faukenbridge Miſſing ſome of his chaine, hath got thee dog'd. Drawer? what Drawer? Anan, anan ſir. Was not ſir Richard Faukenbridge below? Yes and pleaſe yee. It does not pleaſe me wel, knowes he that I am heer? No I proteſt. Come hether ſirra, I haue little money, But ther's ſome few linkes of a chayne of golde: Vpon your honeſty knowes not ſir Richard, That I am heere? No by my holydam. Who's that was with him? Why a Purſeuant. Where is ſir Richard? At the Aldermans. A Purſeuant and at the Aldermans. What Pyg, or Gooſe, or Capon haue you kill'd, Withing your Kitchin new? A pyg new ſtickt. Fetch me a ſawcer of the bloud, quicke run; Ile ſit the Purſeuant, and Alderman, And Faukenbridge, if Skinke haue any wit. Well Gloſter, I did neuer loue thee yet, But th'art the maddeſt Lord that ere I met, If I ſcape this, and meete thee once againe, Curſſe Skinke, if he dye penny in thy det.