Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 20 of 34
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) romance · Children of Paul's (second) T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.86 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Her groom employed by Fontinell? O strange! I wonder how he got access to him: I'll read, and (reading) my poor heart shall ache, true-Love is jealous, fears the best love shake. Meet me at the end of the old Chapel, next Saint Lorenzo's monastery, furnish your company with a Friar, that there he may consummate our holy vows, till midnight: farewell. Hath he got opportunity to scape? O happy period of our separation, Blessed night, wrap Cinthia in a sable sheet: That fearful lovers may securely meet. Play you my part bravely; you must look like a slave, and you shall see, I'll counterfeit the Frenchman most knavishly; my Mistress (for your sake) charged me on her blessing to fall to these shifts; I left her at Cards, she'll sit up till you come, because she'll have you play a game at Noddy; you'll to her presently: I will upon mine honour. I think she does not greatly care whether you fall to her upon your honour, or no: So, all's fit, tell my Lady that I go in a suit of Durance for her sake; that's your way, and this Pithole's mine; if I can scape hence, why so; if not, he that's hanged. is nearer to heaven by half a score steps then he that dies in a bed, and so adieu monsieur. Farewell dear trusty slave; shall I profane This Temple with an Idol of strange love? When I do so let me dissolve in fire; Yet one day will I see this Dame, whose heart Talks off my misery, I'll not be so rude, To pay her kindness with ingratitude. My dearest Fontinell. My Violetta, oh God! Oh God! Where is this reverend Friar? Here, over joyed, young man. How didst thou scape? How came Imperia's man? No more of that. When did Imperia?— Questions now are thieves, And lies in Ambush to surprise our joys, My most happy stars shine still, shine on, Away, come, love beset, had need be gone. I must not stay thou sayst: God's me, away. Buss, buss, again; here's sixpence; buss again, Farewell, I must not stay then. Foh. Farewell; At ten o'clock thou sayst, and ring a Bell Which thou wilt hang out at this window. Lord I she'll hear this fiddling. No, close on my word: Farewell just ten o'clock, I shall come in, Remember to let down the Cord; just ten Thou'lt open mouse? pray God thou dost, Amen, Amen, Amen, I am an old Courtier wench but I can spy A young Duck: close mum; ten; close, 'tis not I. Mistress, sweet Ladies. Is his old rotten Aquavitae bottle stopped up? is he gone? fie, fie, fie, fie, he so smells of Ale and Onions, and Rosa-solis, fie; bolt the door, stop the keyhole lest his breath peep in, burn some Perfume: I do not love to handle these dried stockfishes that ask so much tawing, fie, fie, fie.
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Her groome imployed by Fontinell? O strange! I wonder how he got accesse to him: Ile read, and (reading) my poore heart shall ake, ''True-loue is iealous, feares the best loue shake. Meete me at the end of the olde Chappell, next Saint Lorenzos Monestarie, furnish your companie with a Frier, that there he may consumate our holie vowes, till midnight: farewell. Hath he got opertunitie to scape? O happie period of our seperation, Blest night, wrap Cinthia in a sable sheete: That fearefull louers may securelie meete. Play you my part brauelie; you must looke like a slaue, and you shal see, Ile counterfeit the Frenchman most knauishl; my Mistris (for your sake) charg'd mee on her blessing to fall to these shiftes; I left her at Cardes, shee'll sit vp till you come, because shee'll haue you play a game at Noddie; you'll to her presentlie: I will vpon mine honour. I thinke she does not greatlie care whether you fall to her vpon your honour, or no: So, all's fit, tel my Ladie that I goe in a suite of Durance for her sake; that's your way, and this Pithole's mine; if I can scape hence, why so; if not, hee that's hang'd. is neerer to heauen by halfe a score steps then hee that dyes in a bed, and so adue Nonsieur. Farewell deere trustie slaue; shall I prophane This Temple with an Idole of strange loue? When I doe so let me dissolue in fire; Yet one day will I see this Dame, whose heart Talkes off my miserie, Ile not be so rude, To pay her kindnes with ingratitude. My dearest Fontinell. My Violetta, oh God! Oh God! Where is this reuerend Frier? Heere, ouer ioy'd, young man. How didst thou scape? How came Imperiaes man? No more of that. When did Imperia?— Questions now are theeues, And lyes in Ambush to surprize our ioyes, My most happie starres shine still, shine on, Away, come, loue beset, had neede be gone. I must not stay thou sayst: Gods me, away. Busse, busse, agen; heere's sixepence; busse agen, Farewell, I must not stay then. Foh. Farewell; At ten a clocke thou saist, and ring a Bell Which thou wilt hang out at this window. Lord I shee'll heare this fidling. No, close on my word: Farewell iust ten a clocke, I shall come in, Remember to let downe the Corde; iust ten Thou'lt open mouse? pray God thou dost, Amen, Amen, Amen, I am an olde Courtier wench but I can spye A young Ducke: close mum; ten; close, tis not I. Mistris, sweet Ladies. Is his olde rotten Aqua-vitae bottle stoptvp? is hee gone? fie, fie, fie, fie, he so smels of Ale and Onions, and Rosa-solis, fie; bolt the doore, stop the key-hole least his breath peepe in, burne some Perfume: I doe not loue to handle these dry'd stocke-fishes that aske so much tawing, fie, fie, fie.