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 · 487 words
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What picture of the pestilence is this? A poor man sir, a poor man sir: down I pray ye, I pray let me sit down. A sir Richard, sir Richard, a good sir Richard: what have I deserved to be thus dealt with all at your worship's hands? a ha, ah, ah. At my hands knave? at my hands paltry knave? And I should be brought to my book oath sir: What Ieffrey? Anan, anon. A plague upon your jeffring, is your name Ieffrey? I and't please you sir. Why gentle Ieffrey then stay you awhile, What can you say, if you come to your book? If I be posed upon a book sir, though I be a poor prentice, I must speak the truth, & nothing but the truth sir. And what's your truth sir? O, O my heart. Mary sir this Knight, this man of worship. Well, what of me? what did my worship do? Mary ye came into the Bell, our room next the Bar, with this honest man as I take it. As thou tak'st it? O sir 'tis too true, too true, too true O Lord. And there he called for a pint of Sack, as good Sack (I'll be posed upon all the books that ever opened and shut) as any is in all Christendom. Body of me, I come and call for Sack? O ye did, ye did, ye did, O O. Well forward sirrah. Gloster hath done this jest. And you called then for Sugar sir, as good Sugar and as wholesome, as ever came in any cup of Sack: you drunk to this man, and you do well God be thanked, but he no sooner drunk: But I, but I, but I, O my head, O my heart. I cannot choose but smile at these conseites. I am mad, and yet I must laugh at Faukenbridge: Brother, look how sir Richard acts his rage? I came? I call? the man is like to die, Practise by th'emafse, practise by the marry God, Iohn loves me not, Prince Richard loves my wife, I shall be charged here, for a poisoned knave. Practise by th'Lord, practise I see it clear. And more Sir Richard, O Lord O Sir Richard, What more? what hast thou more? what practise more? O my box, my box, with the King's arms, O my box, O my box, it cost me, O Lord every penny O, my box, And what of your box sir. Mary sir it's lost, & 'tis well known my Master keeps no thieves in his house, O there was none but you and he. O then belike thou thinkest I had his box, O sir Richard I will not, O Lord I will not charge you for all the world, but, but, but for the warrant the old King signed to reprieve the Porter of the fleet, O God, O God
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What picture of the peſtilence is this? A poore man ſir, a poore man ſir: downe I pray yee, I pray let me ſit downe. A ſir Richard, ſir Richard, a good ſir Richard: what haue I deſeru'd to be thus dealt with all at your worſhips hands? a ha, ah, ah. At my hands knaue? at my hands paltry knaue? And I ſhould be brought to my booke oath ſir: What Ieffrey? Anan, anan. A plague vpon your Ieffring, is your name Ieffrey? I and't pleaſe you ſir. Why gentle Ieffrey then ſtay you awhile, What can you ſay, if you come to your booke? If I bee poſ'd vpon a booke ſir, though I bee a poore prentiſe, I muſt ſpeake the truth, & nothing but the truth ſir. And what's your truth ſir? O, O my heart. Mary ſir this Knight, this man of worſhip. Well, what of me? what did my worſhip doe? Mary ye came into the Bel, our roome next the Barre, with this honeſt man as I take it. As thou tak'ſt it? O ſir tis too true, too true, too true O Lord. And there he call'd for a pint of Sacke, as good Sacke (Ile bee poſ'd vpon all the bookes that euer opened and ſhut) as any is in all Chriſtendome. Body of me, I come and call for Sacke? O ye did, ye did, ye did, O O. Well forward ſirra. Gloſter hath done this ieſt. And you call'd then for Suger ſir, as good Suger and as wholſome, as euer came in any cup of Sacke: you drunke to this man, and you doe well God be thanked, but hee no ſooner drunke: But I, but I, but I, O my head, O my heart. I cannot chuſe but ſmile at theſe conſeites. I am mad, and yet I muſt laugh at Faukenbridge: Brother, looke how ſir Richard actes his rage? I came? I call? the man is like to dye, Practiſe by th'emafſe, practiſe by the marry God, Iohn loues me not, Prince Richard loues my wife, I ſhall be charg'd heere, for a poyſned knaue. Practiſe by th'Lord, practiſe I ſee it cleare. And more Sir Richard, O Lord O Sir Richard, What more? what haſt thou more? what practiſe more? O my box, my box, with the Kings armes, O my box, O my box, it coſt me, O Lord euery penny O, my box, And what of your box ſir. Mary ſir it's loſt, & tis wel knowne my Maſter keeps no theeues in his houſe, O there was none but you and he. O then belike thou thinkeſt I had his box, O ſir Richard I will not, O Lord I will not charge you for all the world, but, but, but for the warrant the olde King ſignd to repreeue the Porter of the fleet, O God, O God!