Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T61 Sir Giles Goosecap and related knightly · 474 words
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A Scholar doth disdain to spend his spirits, Upon such base employments as hand labours. Good Furio vanish, we have no appetite, tell your Master, Clowns are not for the Court, we'll keep Court ourselves, for what do Courtiers but we do the like: you eat good cheer, and we eat good bread and cheese: you drink wine, and we strong bear: at night you are as hungry slaves as you were at noon, why so are we: you go to bed, you can but sleep, why and so do we: in the morning you rise about eleven of the clock, why there we are your betters, for we are going before you: you wear silks, and we sheepskins, innocence carries it away in the world to come, and therefore vanish good Furio, torment us not good my sweet Furio. Ass I'll have you snaffled, It may be so, but then Furio I'll kick. Will you go, or shall I force you? You need not, for I'll run to serve my Lord, Or if I wanted legs, upon my knees I'll creep to Court so I may see him pleased, Then courage Father. Well said patience, Thy virtues arm mine age with confidence, Come son, bondmen must serve, shall we away? ay, ay, but this shall prove a fatal day. Brother, for my sake do not wrong yourself. Shall I in silence bury all our wrongs? Yes when your words cannot get remedy, Learn of me Laureo I that share most woe, Am the least moved, father lean on mine arm, Brother lead you the way, whilst wretched I Uphold old age, and cast down misery. Away. Old M. you have fished fair & catched a frog. Lords as you love our State, affect our loves, Like of your own content, respect your lives, Urge us no further, Gualther is resolved, To marry the half heir of Brandenburg, My brother Pavia with no small expense, Hath brought the Princess out of Germany. Together with Prince Gualther her young brother, Now they are come, learn of the rising Sun, Scatter the cloudy mists of discontent, As he disperseth vapours with his beams. Brother, there is no eye but brightly shines, Gladness doth lodge in your Nobles looks, Nor have they any cause to cloud their brows. Oh here comes Sir Owen, and my Lady patience, come there. Tardaugh Cousin marquess & Lawrdes awl. Welcome good cousin Gwenthian, will you please Go in, and lend your presence to my bride? cousin, 'tis her intentions so to do, but I swear and I were Grissel, I would pull her eyes out, & she were as many Sharmaines daughter is there be cows in Cambria and that is above twenty score and a lidle more, you know Sir Owen? Yes truly above a dozen more is warrant her.
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A Scholler doth disdaine to spend his spirits, Vpon such base imploiments as hand labours. Good Furio vanish, we haue no appetite, tell your Master, Clownes are not for the Court, wee'll keepe Court our selues, for what doe Courtiers but wee doe the like: you eate good cheere, and wee eate good bread and cheese: you drinke wine, and we strong beare: at night you are as hungry slaues as you were at noone, why so are wee: you goe to bed, you can but sleepe, why and so doe wee: in the morning you rise about eleuen of the clocke, why there we are your betters, for wee are going before you: you weare silkes, and wee sheepeskinnes, innocence caries it away in the world to come, and therefore vanish good Furio, torment vs not good my sweet Furio. Asse Ile haue you snaffled, It may be so, but then Furio Ile kicke. Will you goe, or shall I force you? You neede not, for Ile run to serue my Lord, Or if I wanted legs, vpon my knees Ile creepe to Court so I may see him pleas'd, Then courage Father. Well said patience, Thy vertues arme mine age with confidence, Come son, bond-men must serue, shall we away? I, I, but this shall prooue a fatall day. Brother, for my sake doe not wrong your selfe. Shall I in silence bury all our wrongs? Yes when your words cannot get remedy, Learne of me Laureo I that share most woe, Am the least moou'd, father leane on mine arme, Brother leade you the way, whilst wretched I Upholde olde age, and cast downe miserie. Away. Old M. you have fisht faire & catcht a frog. Lords as you loue our State, affect our loues, Like of your owne content, respect your liues, Urge vs no further, Gwalter is resolu'd, To marry the halfe heyre of Brandenburgh, My brother Pau with no small expence, Hath brought the Princesse out of Germany. Together with Prince Gwalter her young brother, Now they are come, learne of the rising Sunne, Scatter the clowdy mistes of discontent, As he disperceth vapours with his beames. Brother, there is no eye but brightly shines, Gladnes voth lodge in your Nobles lookes, Nor haue they any cause to cloude their browes. Oh heere comes Sir Owen, and my Lady patience, coome there. Tardaugh Cozen Marquesse & Lawrdes awl. Welcome good cozen Gwenthian, wil you please Goe in, and lend your prefence to my bride? Cozen, tis her intentions so to do, but I sweare and I were Grissill ▪ I would pull her eyes out, & she were as many Sharmaines daughter is there becowes in Cambria and that is aboue twenty score and a lidle more, you know Sir Owen? Yes truely aboue a dozen more is warrant her.