Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 7 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Here at this Tavern. In, in, in, in, I long to burst my sides and tire my spleen with laughter. Why dost thou cry? Why dost thou laugh? I laugh to see thee cry. And I cry to see thee laugh. Peace be to us. Here's our Masters. You shall see his humour, I pray you be familiar with this Gentleman master Puff, he is a man of a well grown spirit, richly worth your. I assure you, ha, ha, ha. Sir I enrol you in the Legend of my (Puff) intimates, I shall be infinitely proud if you will deign to value me worthy the embracement of your (Puff) better affection. Speak you from your thought sir? ay, or would my silk stock should lose his gloss else, I shall triumph as much in the purchase of your (Puff) love, as if I had obtained the great elixir: Let us incorporate our affections I pray you: let me be forward in your favour. Sir, I pray you let me beg you for a Fool. I affect no rudeness gentlemen, the heavens stand Propitious to your fair designs: assoon as next the sun shall 'gin to shine, I will salute the eyes of Katherine. Of Katherine, M. Planet observe the next, M. Iohn, what makes you so melancholy? I do not use to answer questions. What are you thinking on now? I do not use to think. He looks as demurely as if he were asking his Father blessing. I do not use to ask my Father blessing. Heart, how chance he is out of his similes? I have followed Ordinaries this twelvemonth, only to find a Fool that had lands, or a fellow that would talk treason, that I might beg him. Iohn, be my Ward Iohn, faith I'll give thee two coats a year and be my Fool. He shall be your Fool, and you shall be his coxcomb. Ha, ha, I have a simple wit, ha, ha. I shall crow o'er him then. Is there not one M. Iohn Ellis here? There sits the thing so called. Now to the last course: Monsieur Iohn fo de King, I will help you to a wench monsieur. No point, a burne child fear de fire. As a hungry dog waiteth for a mutton bone, or as a tattered footboy for a cast suit, even so will I attend on my Mistress. O my Vinifride, pray you awe, by gour, me ang de for her. Nay stay, stay, I will help you to a delicate plump-lipped wench. Toh, phi, phi, your proffer ware stink: stay Vinifride; or by gour die, me die, me die by gour, me and so desirous adieu goot Sir. Oh stay monsieur, how do you pronounce Demurra? Ha, ha, I'll plague him. Grand Sot, my vench is gone, & me brule, and me brule, like one mad bule, me go into de vaterto cool my reine, ang my back made de vater hize again, does so brule, me burst vor a vench, and yet grand pox on you all, pray you adieu.
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Here at this Tauerne. In, in, in, in, I long to burst my sides and tyer my spleene with laughter. Why do'st thou crie? Why do'st thou laugh? I laugh to see thee crie. And I crie to see thee laugh. Peace be to vs. Heres our Maisters. You shall see his humour, I pray you bee familiar with this Gentleman maister Puffe, he is a man of a well growne spirit, richly worth your. I assure you, ha, ha, ha. Sir I enrowle you in the Legend of my (Puffe) intimates, I shall be infinitely proud if you will daigne to value me worthy the embracement of your (Puffe) better affection. Speake you from your thought sir? I, or would my silke stocke should loose his glosse else, I shall triumph as much in the purchase of your (Puffe) loue, as if I had obtained the great Elixar: Let vs incorporate our affections I pray you: let me be forward in your fauour. Sir, I pray you let me beg you for a Foole. I affect no rudenes gentlemē, the heauens stand Propitious to your faire designes: Assoone as next the sun shall gin to shine, I will salute the eies of Katherine. Of Katherine, M. Planet obserue the next, M. Iohn, what makes you so melancholy? I do not vse to answere questions. What are you thinking on now? I do not vse to thinke. He lookes as demurely as if he were asking his Father blessing. I do not vse to aske my Father blessing. Hart, how chaunce he is out of his similies? I haue followed Ordinaries this twelue month, onely to finde a Foole that had landes, or a fellow that would talke treason, that I might beg him. Iohn, be my Ward Iohn, faith Ile giue thee two coates a yeare and be my Foole. He shall be your Foole, and you shall be his Coxe-come. Ha, ha, I haue a simple wit, ha, ha. I shall crowe o're him then. Is there not one M. Iohn Ellis here? There sits the thing so calde. Now to the last course: Monsieur Iohn fo de King, I will helpe you to a wench Mounsieur. No point, a burne childe feere de fire. As a hungry dogge waiteth for a mutton bone, or as a tatterd foote-boy for a cast sute, euen so will I attend on my Mistris. O my Vinifride, piee you awe, by gor, me ang de for her. Nay stay, stay, I will helpe you to a dilicate plump-lipt wench. Toh, phi, phi, your proffer ware stink: stay Vinifride; or by gor die, me die, me die by gor, me ang so desirous adiew goot Sir. Oh stay Mounsieur, how do you pronounce Demurra? Ha, ha, Ile plague him. Grand Sot, my vench is gone, & me brule, and me brule, like one mad bule, me go into de vaterto coole my reine, ang my back made de vater hize againe, dus so brule, me burst vor a vench, and yet grand poc on you all, pree you adiew.