Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 7 of 34
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) romance · Children of Paul's (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.78 · 506 words
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Yes mass her's one, beside 'tis a goodly great long hand. So has the Duke a goodly huge hand, I have shook him by it, (God forgive me) ten thousand times: he must pass like Alexander of Saint Magnus; Well Sir, ('tis your duty to stand bare) the Duke has sent his fist to me, and I were a Iew if I should shrink for it; I obey, you must pass, but pray take heed with what dice you pass, I mean what company, for Sathan is most busy, where he finds one like himself. your name Sir? Lazarillo de Tormes in Castille, cozen Germane to the Adolantado of Spain. Are you so Sir? God's blessing on your heart: your name again Sir, if it be not too tedious for you? Lazarillo de Tormes in Castille, cousin-german to the Spanish Adolantado. I warrant he's a great man in his own Country. Has a good name, Slubber set it down: write, Lazarus in torment at the Castle, and a cozening German, at the sign of the Palantido diddle in Spain: So Sir you are engrossed, you must give my Officer a groat it's nothing to me signor. I will cancel when it comes to a sum. Well Sir, well he shall give you an Item for't, make a bill and he'll tear it he says. Most admirable Blurt, I am a man of war and profess fighting. I charge you in the Duke's name keep the peace. By your sweet favour most dear Blurt, you charge too fast, I am a hanger on upon Mars, and have a few Crowns. Two: his own and mine. And desire you to point out a fair lodging for me and my Train. 'tis my Office signor to take men up a nights, but if you will, my Maids shall take you up a mornings, since you profess fighting; I will commit you signor to mine own house, but will you pitch and pay, or will your Worship run— I scorn to run from the face of Thamer Cham. Then Sir, you mean not to run? signor no. Bear witness Slubber, that his answer is signor no: So now if he runs upon the score, I have him strait upon signor no; this is my house signor, enter. March excellent Blurt: attend Pilchard. Upon your trencher signor, most hungerly. Now sirrah where's thy Master? The Constable has priest him. What, for a Soldier? ay, for a Soldier; but ere he'll go, I think indeed, he & I together shall press the Constable. No matter, squeeze him, and leave no more liquour in him, than in a dried neats tongue: Sirrah thin-gut, what's thy name? My name? you chops, why I am of the blood of the Pilchers. Nay 'sfoot, if one should kill thee, he could not be hanged for't, for he would shed no blood, there's none in thee: Pilchard? thouart a most pitiful dried one. I wonder thy master does not slice thee, and swallow thee for an Anchoves.
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Yes mas her's one, besides tis a goodly great long hand. So has the Duke a goodly huge hand, I haue shooke him by it, (God forgiue me) ten thousand times: hee must passe like Alexander of Saint Magnus; Well Sir, (tis your duety to stand bare) the Duke has sent his fist to me, and I were a Iew if I should shrinke for it; I obay, you must passe, but pray take heede with what dice you passe, I meane what company, for Sathan is most busie, where he findes one like himselfe▪ your name Sir? Lazarillo de Tormes in Castile, cozen Germaine to the Adolantado of Spaine. Are you so Sir? Gods blessing on your heart: your name againe Sir, if it be not too tedious for you? Lazarillo de Tormes in Castile, Cozen-germaine to the Spanish Adolantado. I warrant he's a great man in his owne Country. Has a good name, Slubber set it downe: write, Lazarus in torment at the Castle, and a cozning Germaine, at the signe of the Palantido diddle in Spaine: So Sir you are ingrost, you must giue my Officer a groate it's nothing to me Signior. I will cancell when it comes to a summe. Well Sir, well he shall giue you an Item for't, make a bill and hee'll teare it he saies. Most admirable Blurt, I am a man of war and professe fighting. I charge you in the Dukes name keep the peace. By your sweet fauour most deare Blurt, you charge too fast, I am a hanger on vpon Mars, and haue a few Crownes. Two: his owne and mine. And dezier you to point out a faire lodging for mee and my Traine. Tis my Office Signior to take men vp a nightes, but if you wil, my Maides shall take you vp a mornings, since you professe fighting; I will commit you Signior to mine owne house, but will you pitch and pay, or will your Worship run— I scorne to run from the face of Thamer Cam. Then Sir, you meane not to run? Signior no. Beare witnes Slubber, that his answer is Signior no: So now if he runnes vpon the score, I haue him straite vpon Signior no; this is my house Signior, enter. March excellent Blurt: attend Pilcher. Vpon your trencher Signior, most hungerly. Now sirra where's thy Master? The Constable has prest him. What, for a Soldier? I, for a Soldier; but ere he'll goe, I thinke indeede, he & I together shall presse the Constable. No matter, squeze him, and leaue no more liquor in him, than in a dry'd Neates tongue: Sirra thin-gut, what's thy name? My name? you chops, why I am of the bloud of the Pilchers. Nay s'foote, if one should kill thee, hee could not bee hang'd for't, for hee would shed no bloud, ther's none in thee: Pilcher? th'art a most pittifull dryed one. I wonder thy master does not slice thee, and swallow thee for an Anchoues.