Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 533 words
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Yes mary will I sir Flash, if I can find him, & charge him as deep as the best on you. He has been the plotter of all this: he is your engineer, I hear. Master Deputy, you'll dispose of these? In the mean time, I'll to my Lo. Mayor, & get his warrant, to seize that Serpent Security into my hands, & seal up both house, and goods, to the king's use, or my satisfaction. Officers take 'em to the Counter. O God. Nay on, on: you see the issue of your Sloth. Of Sloth cometh Pleasure, of Pleasure cometh Riot, of Riot comes Whoring, of Whoring comes Spending, of Spending comes Want, of Want comes Theft, of Theft comes Hanging; and there is my quicksilver fixed. Ah Sin! hast thou ever read i'the Chronicle of any Lady, and her waiting-woman, driven to that extremity, that we are, Sin? Not I truly, Madam, and if I had, it were but cold comfort, should come out of books, now. Why, good faith Sin, I could dine with a lamentable story, now. O hone, hone, o no nera, etc. Canst thou tell near a one, Sin? None, but mine own, Madam, which is lamentable enough; first to be stolen from my Friends, which were worshipful, and of good account, by a Prentice, in the habit and disguise of a Gentleman, and here brought up to London, and promised marriage, and now likely to be forsaken (for he is in possibility to be hanged.) Nay weep not good Sin. My Petronel, is in as good possibility as he. Thy miseries, are nothing to mine, Sin: I was more than promised marriage, Sin, I had it Sin: & was made a Lady; and by a Knight, Sin: which is now as good as no Knight, Sin: And I was borne in London, which is more than brought up, Sin: and already forsaken; which is past likelihood, Sin: and in stead of Land i'the Country, all my Knights Living lies i'the Counter, Sin. there's his Castle now? Which he cannot be forced out off, Madam. Yes, if he would live hungry a week, or two. Hunger they say breaks stone walls. But he is e'en well enough served, Sin, that so soon as ever he had got my hand to the sale of my inheritance run away from me, and I had been his Punk, God bless us. Would the Knight o'the Sun, or Palmerin of England, have used their Ladies so, Sin? or sir Lancelot? or sir Tristram? I do not know, Madam. Then thou know'st nothing, Sin. Thou art a Fool, Sin. The Knighthood now a days, are nothing like the Knighthood of old time. They rid a horseback Ours go afoot. They were attended by their Squires. Our by their lackeys. They went buckled in their Armour, Ours muffled in their Cloaks. They travailed wildernesses; & deserts, Ours dare scarce walk the streets. They were still priest to engage their Honour, Ours still ready to pawn their clothes. They would gallop on at sight of a Monster, Ours run away at sight of a Sergeant. They would help poor Ladies, Ours make poor Ladies.
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Yes mary will I ſir Flaſh, if I can find him, & charge him as deepe as the beſt on you. He has beene the plotter of all this: he is your Inginer, I heare. Maiſter Deputy, you'll diſpoſe of theſe? In the meane time, Ile to my Lo. Mayor, & get his warrant, to ſeize that Serpent Securitie into my hands, & ſeale vp both houſe, and goods, to the Kings vſe, or my ſatiſfaction. Officers take 'hem to the Counter. O God. Nay on, on: you ſee the iſſue of your Sloth. Of Sloth commeth Pleaſure, of Pleaſure commeth Riot, of Ryot comes Whoring, of Whoring comes Spending, of Spending comes Want, of Want comes Theft, of Theft comes Hanging; and there is my Quickeſiluer fixt. Ah Sinne! haſt thou euer read i'the Chronicle of any Lady, and her waiting-woman, driuen to that extremity, that we are, Sinne? Not I truely, Madam, and if I had, it were but colde comfort, ſhould come out of bookes, now. Why, good faith Sinne, I could dine with a lamentable ſtorie, now. O hone, hone, o no nera, &c. Canſt thou tell nere a one, Synne? None, but mine owne, Madam, which is lamentable inough; firſt to be ſtolne from my Friends, which were worſhipfull, and of good accompt, by a Prentile, in the habite and diſguiſe of a Gentleman, and here brought vp to London, and promiſ'd mariage, and now likely to be forſaken (for he is in poſſibility to be hangd.) Nay weepe not good Sinne. My Petronell, is in as good poſſibilitie as he. Thy miſeries, are nothing to mine, Sinne: I was more then promiſ'd marriage, Sinne, I had it Sinne: & was made a Lady; and by a Knight, Sin: which is now as good as no Knight, Sin: And I was borne in London, which is more then brought vp, Sin: and already forſaken; which is paſt likelihood, Sin: and in ſtead of Land i'the Countrey, all my Knights Liuing lies i'the Counter, Syn. there's his Caſtle now? Which hee cannot be forc't out off, Madam. Yes, if he would liue hungry a weeke, or two. Hunger they ſay breakes ſtone wals. But he is eene wel inough ſeru'd, Sin, that ſo ſoone as euer he had got my hand to the ſale of my inheritance run away from me, and I had bene his Punke, God bleſſe vs. Would the Knight o'the Sunne, or Palmerin of England, haue vſd their Ladies ſo, Syn? or ſir Lancelot? or ſir Triſtram? I doe not know, Madam. Then thou know'ſt nothing, Syn. Thou art a Foole, Syn. The Knighthood now a daies, are nothing like the Knighthood of old time. They rid a horſeback Ours goe afoote. They were attended by their Squires. Our by their Lacquaies. They went buckled in their Armor, Ours muffled in their Cloaks. They trauaild wilderneſſes; & deſarts, Ours dare scarce walke the ſtreets. They were ſtil preſt to engage their Honour, Ours ſtil ready to paune their cloaths. They would gallop on at ſight of a Mōſter, Ours run away at ſight of a Serieant. They would helpe poore Ladies, Ours make poore Ladies.