When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 13 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 526 words
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whose's that stands laughing there, the fool, ha, ha, Where's Compton. Mother a God I have found his drift, 'tis the craftiest old villain in Christendom, mark good Sir William, because the fool durst not come near himself, seeing our anger, sent this silly Ass, that we might wreak our royal spleen on him: whilst he stands laughing to behold the left, byth' blessed La (Copton) I'll not leave the fool, to gain a million, he contents me so, come hither Will, I'll know whether ye have done knocking first, my cozen patch looks pitifully, ye had best be friends with us I can tell you, we'll scare ye out of your skin else Alas, poor patch hold sirrah there's an Angel to buy you points. la cousin, did not I say he'll make much on ye, I cousin but has made such a singing in my head I cannot see where I am. All the better cousin and your head fall a singing, your feet may fall a dancing & so save charges to the piper: Will Sommers, prithee tell me why didst thou send him first. Because i'll have him have the first fruits of thy fury. I know how the matter stood with the next that disturbed thee, therefore I kept i'th' rearward, that if the battle grew too hot, I might run presently, But wherefore came ye. To make thee leave thy melancholy and turn merry man again, thou hast made all the Court in such a pitiful case as passes, the Lords has attended here this four days, and none dares speak to thee, but thou art ready to chop of their heads sort: and now I seeing what a fretting fury thou continuest in, and every one said 'twol'd kill thee if thou keep'st it, pulled e'en up my heart, and vowed to lose my head, but i'll make thee leave it, Well William I am beholding to ye. Ye shall have a new Coat and a cap for this. Nay then, I shall have two new coats and caps, for Charles Brandon promised me one before, to perform this enterprise: He shall keep his word will, go call him in, Call in the Lords tell them our spleen is calmed: Mother a God we must give way to wrath. That chafes our Royal blood with anger thus: And use some mirth I see to comfort us. Draw near us Lords, Charles Brandon lift to me: Will Sommers here must have a Coat of you, But Patch has earned it dearest where's the fool? he's enne creeping as near the door as he can, he'll fain begone I see, and he could get out, Wouldest thou not cousin? Yes cousin Will. I'd fain be walking, I am afraid, I am not as I should be: Come, i'll help thee out then, dost thou hear my Lord Cardinal, your fool is in a pitiful taking, he smells terribly. You are too crafty for him William, So is he Woolsey credit me. I think so my Lord, as long as will live, the cardinal's fool must give way to the king's fool:
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Whose that stands laffing there, the foole, ha, ha, Wheres Comptō. Mother a God I haue found his drit, tis the cratiest old villaine in christendome, marke good Sir William, because the foole durst not come neere himselfe, seeing our anger, sent this sillie Asse, that we might wreake our royall spleene on him: whilest hee stāds laffing to behold the left, bith blessed La (Copto) Ile not leaue the foole, to gaine a million, he contents me so, come hether Will, Ile know whether ye haue donne knocking first, my cosen pach looks pittifully, ye had best bee friends with vs I can tell you, weele scare ye out of your skin els Alas, poore pach hold ther's an Angell to buy you points. Law Cosin, did not I say he'le make much on ye, I cosin but has made such a singing in my head I cannot see where I am. All the better cosin and your head fall a singing, your feete may fall a dauncing & so saue charges to the piper: Wil Sommers, prethee tell me why didst thou send him first. Because ile haue him haue the first fruits of thy furie. I knowe how the matter stood with the next that disturb'd thee, therefore I kept ith rereward, that if the battaile grew too hot, I might run presently, But wherefore came ye. To make thee leaue thy mellancholly and turne merrie man againe, thou hast made all the Court in such a pittifull case as passes, the Lords has attended here this oure daies, and none dares speake to thee, but thou art readie to choppe of their heads sort: and now I seeing what a fretting furie thou continuest in, and euerie one said twol'd kill thee if thou keepst it, pulld eene vp my heart, and vowd to loose my head, but ile make thee leaue it, Well William I am behoulding to ye. Ye shall haue a new Coate and a cap for this. Nay then, I shall haue two new coats and cap pes, for Charles Brandon promised mee one before, to performe this enterprise: He shall keepe his word will, goe call him in, Call in the Lords tell them our spleene is calmbd: Mother a God we must giue way to warth. That chaes our Royall blood with anger thus: And vse some mirth I see to comfort vs. Draw neere vs Lords, Charles Brandon lift to me: Will Sommers here must haue a Coate of you, But Patch has earned it dearest whers the foole? Hees enne creeping as nere the doore as he can, Heele faine begon I see, and he could get out, Woldest thou not cosin? Yes cosin VVil. Ild faine be walking, I am afraid, I am not as I should be: Come, ile helpe thee out then, dost thou heare my Lord Cardinall, your foole is in a pittifull taking, hee smells terriblie. You are too cratie for him William, So is he Woolsey credit me. I thinke so my Lord, as long as will liue, the Cardinals foole must giue way to the kings foole: