Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 486 words
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The charge is small charge sir, I thank God my father left me wherewithal, if it please you sir, I have a great mind to this gentlewoman here in the way of marriage. I thank you sir: please you come to Lewsome to my poor house, you shall be kindly welcome: I knew your father, he was a wary husband: to pay here Drawer. All is paid sir: this gentleman hath paid all. I'faith you do us wrong, But we shall live to make amends ere long: Master Flowerdale, is that your man? Yes faith, a good old knave. Nay then I think you will turn wise, Now you take such a servant: Come, you'll ride with us to Lewsome, let's away, 'tis scarce two hours to the end of day. Lieutenant, lead your Soldiers to the ships, There let them have their coats, at their arrival They shall have pay: farewell, look to your charge. ay, we are now sent away, and cannot so much as speak with our friends. No man whate'er you used a zutch a fashion, thick you cannot take your leave of your vreens. Fellow no more, lieutenant lead them off. Well, if I have not my pay and my clothes, I'll venture a running away though I hang for't. Away sirrah, charm your tongue. been and you a presser sir? I am a commander sir under the King. 'sfoot man, and you be near zutch a commander Should a spoke with my vreens before I chid agone, so should. yourself man, my authority will stretch to press so good a man as you. Press me? I devye, press scoundrels, and thy mesels: Press me, chee scorns thee i'faith: For seest thee, here's a worship full knight knows, cham not to be pressed by thee. Sir Arthur, welcome to Lewsome, welcome by my troth, What's the matter man, why are you vexed? Why man he would press me. O Fie sir Arthur, press him? he is man of reckoning. I that he is sir Arthur, he hath the nobles, The golden ruddocks he. The fitter for the wars: and were he not in favour With your worships, he should see, That I have power to press so good as he. Chill stand to the trial, so Chill. I marry shall he, press-cloth and karsy, White pot and drowsen broth: tut, tut, he cannot. Well sir, though you see ulouten cloth and karsy, chee a zeene zutch a karsy coat wear out the town sick a zilken jacket, as thick a one you wear. Well sed ulitan ulattan. A and well said cocknel, and boe-bell too: what dost think cham a vearde of thy zilken coat, no sir vere thee. Nay come no more, be all lovers and friends. I 'tis best so, good master Olyver. Is your name master Oliver I pray you? What tit and be tit, and grieve you.
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The charge is small charge syr, I thanke God my father left me wherewithall, if it please you syr, I haue a great mind to this gentlewoman here in the way of marriage. I thanke you syr: please you come to Lwsome to my poore house, you shall be kindly welcome: I knewe your father, he was a wary husband: to paie here Drawer. All is paid syr: this gentleman hath paid all. Yfaith you do vs wrong, But we shall liue to make amends long: Maister Flowerdale, is that your man? Yes faith, a good old knaue. Nay then I thinke you will turne wise, Now you take such a seruant: Come, youle ride with vs to Lewsome, lets away, Tis scarce two howres to the end of day. , leade your Souldiers to the ships, There them haue their coates, at their arriuall They shall haue pay: farewell, looke to your charge. I, we are now sent away, and cannot so much as speake with our friends. No man what ere you vsed a zutch a fashion, thicke you cannot take your leaue of your vreens. Fellow no more, Lieuftenant lead them off. Well, if I haue not my pay and my cloathes, Ile venture a running away tho I hang fort. Away surrha, charme your tongue. Bin and you a presser syr? I am a commander syr vnder the King. Sfoot man, and you bee nere zutch a commander Shud a spoke with my vreens before I chid agone, so shud. Gontent your selfe man, my authority will stretch to presse so good a man as you. Presse me? I deuye, presse scoundrells, and thy messels: Presse me, chee scornes thee yfaith: For seest thee, heres a worship full knight knowes, cha not to be pressed by thee. Syr Arthur, welcome to Lewsome, welcome by my troath, Whats the matter man, why are you vext? Why man he would presse me. O Fie syr Arthur, presse him? he is man of reckoning. I that he is syr Arthur, he hath the nobles, The golden ruddockes he. The fitter for the warres: and were he not in fauour With your worships, he should see, That I haue power to presse so good as he. Chill stand to the triall, so chill. I marry shall he, presse-cloath and karsie, White pot and drowsen broath: tut, tut, he cannot. Well syr, tho you see vlouten cloath and karsie, chee a zeene zutch a karsie coate weare out the towne sick a zilken Iacket, as thick a one you weare. Well sed vlitan vlattan. A and well sed cocknell, and boe-bell too: what doest thincke cham a vearde of thy zilken coate, no er vere thee. Nay come no more, be all louers and friends. I tis best so, good maister Olyuer. Is your name maister Oliuer I pray yo? What tit and be tit, and grieue you.