Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 518 words
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Son Goulding & M. Wolf, I thank you: the deceit is welcome, especially from thee whose charitable soul in this hath shown a high point of wisdom and honesty. Listen. I am ravished with his Repentance, and could stand here a whole prenticeship to hear him, Forth good sir. This is the last, and the Farewell. Farewell Cheapside, farewell sweet trade Of goldsmiths all, that never shall fade Farewell dear fellow Prentices all And be you warned by my sall: Shun Usurers, Bawds, and dice, and drabs. Avoid them as you would French scabs Seek not to go beyond your Tether, But cut your Thongs unto your Leather So shall you thrive by little and little, Scape Tyburn, Counters, & the Spittle And scape them shalt thou my penitent, & dear Frances. Master! Father! I can no longer forbear to do your humility right: Arise, and let me honour your Repentance, with the hearty and joyful embraces, of a Father, and Friends love. Quicksilver, thou hast eat into my breast, Quicksilver, with the drops of thy sorrow, and killed the desperate opinion I had of thy reclaim: O sir, I am not worthy to see your worshipful face. Forgive me Father. Speak no more, all former passages, are forgotten, and here my word shall release you. Thank this worthy Brother & kind friend, Francis.— M. Wolf. I am their Bail; Master Touchstone? Master Touchstone? Who's that? Security, Sir. Pray you Sir, if you'll be won with a Song, hear my lamentable tune, too: O Master Touchstone, My heart is full of woe; Alas, I am a Cuckold: And, why should it be so? Because I was a Usurer, And Bawd, as all you know, For which, again I tell you, My heart is full of wot. Bring him forth, Master Wolf, and release his bands. This day shallbe sacred to Mercy, & the mirth of this Encounter, in the Counter.— See, we are encountered with more Suitors. Save your Breath, save your Breath; All things have succeeded to your wishes: & we are heartily satisfied in their events. Ah Runaway, Runaway! have I caught you? And, how has my poor Knight done all this while? Dear Lady-wife; forgive me. As heartily, as I would be forgiven, Knight. Dear Father, give me your blessing, and forgive me too; I ha' been proud, and lascivious, Father; and a Fool, Father; and being raised to the state of a wanton coy thing, called a Lady, Father; have scorned you, Father; and my Sister; & my sister's Velvet Cap, too; and would make a mouth at the City, as I rid through it; and stop mine ears at Bow-bell: I have said your Beard was a Base one, Father; and that you looked like Twierpipe, the Taberer; and that my Mother was but my Midwife. Now God forgive you, Child madam. No more Repetitions. What is else wanting, to make our Harmony full? Only this, sir. That my fellow Francis make amends to mistress sindefy, with marriage. With all my heart. And Security give her a dower, which shall be all the
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Sonne Goulding & M. Wolfe, I thank you: the deceipt is welcome, eſpecially from thee whoſe charitable ſoule in this hath ſhewne a high point of wiſedome and honeſty. Liſten. I am rauiſhed with his Repentance, and could ſtand here a whole prentiſhip to heare him, Forth good ſir. This is the laſt, and the Farewell. Farevvel Cheapſide, ſarevvel ſvveet trade Of Goldſmithes all, that neuer ſhall fade Farevvell deare fellovv Prentiſes all And be you vvarned by my ſall: Shun Vſurers, Bauds, and dice, and drabs. Auoide them as you vvould French ſcabs Seeke not to goe beyond your Tether, But cut your Thongs vnto your Lether So ſhall you thriue by little and little, Scape Tiborne, Coūters, & the Spitle And ſcape them ſhalt thou my penitent, & deare Frances. Maſter! Fatherl I can no longer forbeare to doe your humility right: Ariſe, and let me honour your Repentance, with the hearty and ioyfull embraces, of a Father, and Friends loue. Quickſiluer, thou haſt eate into my breaſt, Quickſiluer, with the dropps of thy ſorrow, and kild the deſperate opinion I had of thy reclaime: O ſir, I am not worthy to ſee your worſhipfull face. Forgiue me Father. Speake no more, all former paſſages, are forgotten, and here my word ſhall releaſe you. Thanke this worthy Brother & kind friend, Francis.—M. Wolfe. I am their Bayle; Maiſter Touchſtone? Maiſter Touchſtone? Who's that? Securitie, Sir. Pray you Sir, if youle be wonne with a Song, heare my lamentable tune, too: O Maiſter Touchſtone, My heart is full of vvoe; Alaſſe, I am a Cuckold: And, vvhy ſhould it be ſo? Becauſe I vvas a Ʋſurer, And Bavvd, as all you knovv, For vvhich, againe I tell you, My heart is full of vvot. Bring him forth, Maiſter Wolfe, and releaſe his bands. This day ſhable ſacred to Mercy, & the mirth of this Encounter, in the Counter.—See, we are encountred with more Suters. Saue your Breath, ſaue your Breath; All things haue ſucceeded to your wiſhes: & we are heartely ſatiſfied in their euents. Ah Runaway, Runaway! haue I caught you? And, how has my poore Knight done all this while? Deare Lady-wife; forgiue me. As heartely, as I would be forgiuen, Knight. Deare Father, giue me your bleſſing, and forgiue me too; I ha' bene proud, and laſciuious, Father; and a Foole, Father; and being raiſd to the ſtate of a wanton coy thing, calld a Lady, Father; haue ſcorn'd you, Father; and my Siſter; & my Siſters Veluet Cap, too; and would make a mouth at the Citty, as I ridde through it; and ſtop mine eares at Bow-bell: I haue ſaid your Beard was a Baſe one, Father; and that you look'd like Twierpipe, the Taberer; and that my Mother was but my Midwife. Now God forgi'you, Child Madame. No more Repetitions. What is elſe wanting, to make our Harmony full? Only this, ſir. That my fellow Francis make amends to miſtreſſe Sindefie, with mariage. With all my heart. And Security giue her a do wer, which ſhall be all the