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 T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 470 words
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Grissel is patient madam, be you pleased. Well, and she be so baselies minded 'tis well, but I know whad I know Sir Owen here thinks to make Gwenthyan's so patience, sir owen 'tis awl in veins, well I go to her Brides. You prade and you taug Gwenthyan's, but I made you put on parrels for awl your taug and prade: Rees, where's Rees spring the wands here Rees. They are here sir, in the twinkling of an eye. cousin, when her weddings are done and at leisures, I will learn your medicines to tame shrews. You shall anon good Cousin Meredith. Stand by Rees, walk in the halls among the servingman's, keep her wands till I call, hear you now? Yes Sir. Furio are Grissel and the other come? Yes, they are come. Are they employed according to our charge? They are. How does her brother take it? III. How her Father? Well. How herself? Better. Furio, go call out Grissel from the Bride. I will. It's pity that fellow was not made a Soldier, he should have but a word and a blow at his hands. Master go you but under the cowl-staff, Babulo can bear all, staff basket and all. It is the marquis pleasure I must drudge, Load me I pray thee, I am borne to bear. But I'll no longer bear a logger head, Thus I'll cast down his fuel in despite, So, though my heart be sad, my shoulder's light. Alas what do you brother, see you not Our dread Lord yonder? come perform his will, Oh in a subject this is too too ill. What mean'st thou fellow to cast down thy load? I have cast down my burden not my load, The load of your gross wrongs lies here like lead. What fellow is this? Your handmaid Grissel's brother, Take him away into the Posters lodge, Lodge me in dungeons, I will still exclaim, On Gualther's cursed acts and hated name. Grissel Take you his load and bear it in. Oh tiger minded monstrous marquess, make thy Lady a collier? What's that that villain prates so? God bless the noble marquis, Sirrah take you his coals, Grissel depart, Return but bear that first, With all my heart. Stay you Ianicola, I have heard you sing, I could have sung when I was free from care. What grief can in your aged bosom lie? Grief that I am ungracious in your eye, Then would he not desire your company. Ianicola here is a bridal song, Play you the Lark to greet my blessed sun, Grissel are you returned? play you the morning, To lead forth Gratiana my bright bride Go in and wait on her Ianicola. Sing Hymeneus hymns, Music I say. Tawsone Tawsone cousins aul, and here harmonies and sol faes.
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Grissill is patient Madame, be you pleas'd. Well, and she bee so baselies minded tis well, but I know whad I know Sir Owen heere thinkes to make Gwenthians so patience, sir owen tis awl in vaines, well I goe to her Brides. You prade and you taug Gwenthians, but I made you put on parrels for awl your taug and prade: Rees, where's Rees spring the wandes heere Rees. They are héere sir, in the twinckling of an eye. Cozen, when her weddings are done and at leasures, I will learne your medicines to tame shrewes. You shall anon good Cozen Meredith. Stand by Rees, walke in the halles among the Seruingmans, kéepe her wandes till I call, heare you now? Yes Sir. Furio are Grissill and the other come? Yes, they are come. Are they imployed according to our charge? They are. How does her brother take it? Ill. How her Father? Well. How her selfe? Better. Furio, goe call out Grissill from the Bride. I will. It's pitty that fellow was not made a Soldier, hee should haue but a word and a blow at his hands. Master goe you but vnder the Cole-staffe, Babulo can beare all, staffe basket and all. It is the Marquesse pleasure I must drudge, Loade me I pray thee, I am borne to beare. But Ile no longer beare a logger head, Thus Ile cast downe his fewell in dispight, So, though my heart be sad, my shoulder's light. Alas what doe you brother, see you not Our dread Lord yonder▪ come performe his will, Oh in a subiect this is too too ill. What mean'st thou fellow to cast downe thy loade? I have cast downe my burthen not my loade, The loade of your grosse wrongs lyes héere like leade. What fellow is this? Your handmaid Grissils brother, Take him away into the Posters lodge, Lodge me in dungeons, I will still exclaime, On Gwalters cursed acts and hated name. Grissill Take you his load and beare it in. Oh tiger minded monstrous Marquesse, make thy Ladie a collier? Whats that that villiane prates so? God blesse the noble Marquesse, Sirha take you his coales, Grissill depart, Returne but beare that first, With all my heart. Stay you Ianicola, I haue heard you sing, I could haue sung when I was free from care. What grief can in your aged bosome lie? Griefe that I am vngratious in your eye, Then would he not desire your company▪ Ianicola here is a bridall song, Play you the Larke to greete my blessed sunne, Grissill are you return'd? play you the morning, To leade forth Gratiana my bright bride Goe in and waite on her Ianicola. Sing Hymeneus himmes, Musicke I say. Tawsone Tawsone Cozens aul, and here harmonies and sol faes.