Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 473 words
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Yes sir strait, i'll but garter my hose; oh that my belly were hooped now, for I am ready to burst with laughing. S'lid, was there ever seen a fox in years to betray himself thus? now shall I be possessed of all his determinations, and consequently and my young master well he is resolved to prove my honesty: faith and I am resolved to prove his patience: oh I shall abuse him intolerably: this small piece of service will bring him clean out of love with the soldier for ever. It's no matter, let the world think me a bad counterfeit, if I cannot give him the slip at an instant: why this is better than to have stayed his journey by half, well i'll follow him; oh how I long to be employed. Yes faith sir, we were at your lodging to seek you too. Oh I came not there to night. Your brother delivered us as much. Who Giuliano? Ciuliano▪ signor Prospero, I know not in what kind you value me, but let me tell you this: as sure as God I do hold it so much out of mine honour & reputation, if I should but cast the least regard upon such a dunghill of flesh; I protest to you (as I have a soul to be saved) I ne'er saw any gentlemanlike part in him: and there were no more men living upon the face of the earth, I should not fancy him by Phoebus. Troth nor I, he is of a rustical cut, I know not how: he doth not carry himself like a gentleman. Oh signor Matheo, that's a grace peculiar but to a few; quos aequus amavit Iupiter. I understand you sir. No question you do sir: Lorenzo; now on my soul welcome; how dost thou sweet rascal? my Genius? 'Sblood I shall love Apollo, & the mad Thespian girls the better while I ●ue for this; my dear villain, now I see there's some spirit in thee: Sirrah these be they two I writ to thee of, nay what a drowsy humour is this now? why dost thou not speak? Oh you are a fine gallant, you sent me a rare letter. Why was't not rare? Yes i'll be sworn I was ne'er guilty of reading the like, match it in all Pliny's familiar Epistles, and i'll have my judgement burnt in the eare for a rogue, make much of thy vain, for it is inimitable. But I marl what Camel it was, that had the carriage of it? for doubtless he was no ordinary beast that brought it. Why? Why sayest thou? why dost thou think that any reasonable creature, especially in the morning, (the sober time of the day too) would have ta'en my father for me? 'Sblood you jest I hope?
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Yes sir straight, ile but grter m ose; oh that my bellie were hoopt now, for I am readie to burst with laughing. Slid, was there euer seene a foxe in yeares to betray himselfe thus? now shall I be possest of all his determinations, and consequently and my young master well hee is resolu'd to proue my honestie: faith and I am resolued to proue his patience: oh I shall abuse him intollerablie: this small peece of seruice will bring him cleane out of loue with the soldier for euer. It's no matter, let the world thinke me a bad counterfeit, if I cannot giue him the slip at an instant: why this is better then to haue staid his iourney by halfe, well ile follow him; oh how I long to be imployed. Yes faith sir, we were at your lodging to seeke you too. Oh I came not there to night. Your brother deliuered vs as much. Who Giuliano? Ciuliano▪ Signior Prospero, I know not in what kinde you value me, but let me tell you this: as sure as God I do hold it so much out of mine honor & reputation, if I should but cast the least regard vpon such a dunghill of flesh; I protest to you (as I haue a soule to bee saued) I ne're saw any gentlemanlike part in him: and there were no more men liuing vpon the face of the earth, I should not fancie him by Phoebus. Troth nor I, he is of a rusticall cut, I know not how: he doth not carrie himselfe like a gentleman. Oh Signior Matheo, that's a grace peculiar but to a few; quos aequus amauit Iupiter. I vnderstand you sir. No question you do sir: Lorenzo; now on my soule welcome; how doest thou sweet raskall? my Genius? S'blood I shal loue Apollo, & the md Thespian girles the better while I ue for this; my deare villaine, now I see there's some spirit in thee: Sirra these be they two I writ to thee of, nay what a drowsie humor is this now? why doest thou not speake? Oh you are a fine gallant, you sent me a rare letter. Why was't not rare? Yes ile be sworne I was ne're guiltie of reading the like, match it in all Pliies familiar Epistles, and ile haue my iudgement burnd in the are for a rogue, make much of thy vaine, for it is inimitable. But I marle what Camell it was, that had the cariage of it? for doubtlesse he was no ordinarie beast that brought it. Why? Why sayest thou? why doest thou thinke that any reasonable creature, especially in the morning, (the sober time of the day too) would haue taine my father for me? S'blood you iest I hope?