Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 496 words
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I thank you sir: Here Daffidill, an honest fellow and a tall thou art: well, i'll take my leave good knight, and hope to have you and all your daughters at my poor house, in good sooth I must. Thanks master Weathercock, I shall be bold to trouble you be sure. And welcome, heartily farewell. sirrah I saw my daughters wrong, and withal her bracelet on your arm, off with it: and with it my livery too, Have I care to see my daughter matched with men of worship, and are you grown so bold? Go sirrah from my house, or i'll whip you hence. I'll not be whipped sir, there's your livery. This is a servingman's reward, what care I, I have means to trust too: I scorn service I. I a lusty knave, but I must let him go, Our servants must be taught, what they should know. Sir, as I am a maid, I do affect you above any shuter that I have, although that soldiers scarce knows how to love. I am a soldier, and a gentleman, Knows what belongs to war, what to a lady: What man offends me, that my sword shall right: What woman loves me, I am her faithful knight. I neither doubt your valour, nor your love, but there be some that bears a soldiers form, that swears by him they never think upon, goes swaggering up and down from house to house, crying God pays: and. i'faith Lady i'll descry you such a man, Of them there be many which you have spoke off, That bear the name and shape of soldiers, Yet God knows very seldom saw the war: That haunt your Taverns, and your ordinaries, Your alehouses sometimes, for all alike To uphold the brutish humour of their minds, Being marked down, for the bondmen of despair: Their mirth begins in wine, but ends in blood, Their drink is clear, but their conceits are mud. Yet these are great gentlemen soldiers. No they are wretched slaves, Whose desperate lives doth bring them timeless graves. Both for yourself, and for your form of life, If I may choose, i'll be a soldiers wife. And tyt trust to it so then. assure yourself, You shall be married with all speed we may: One day shall serve for Frances and for Luce. Why che wood vain know the time, for providing wedding raiments. Why no more but this, first get your assurance made, touching my daughter's jointure, that dispatched, we will in two days make provision. Why man Chil have the writings made by tomorrow. Tomorrow be it then, let's meet at the king's head in fishstreet. No fie man no, let's meet at the Rose at Temple-bar, That will be nearer your counsellor and mine. At the Rose, be it then the hour nine, He that comes last, forfeits a pint of wine. A pint is no payment, let it be a whole quart, or nothing.
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I thanke you syr▪ Here Daffidill, an honest fellow and a tall thou art: well, ile take my leaue good knight, and hope to haue you and all your daughters at my poore house, in good sooth I must. Thankes maister VVeathercocke, I shall be bold to trouble you be sure. And welcome, hartily farewell. Syrrha I saw my daughters wrong, and withall her bracelet on your arme, off with it: and with it my liuery too, Haue I care to see my daughter matched with men of worship, and are you growne so bold? Goe syrrha from my house, or ile whip you hence. Ile not be whipped syr, theres your liuery. This is a seruiegmans reward, what care I, I haue meanes to trust too: I scorne seruice I. I a lusty knaue, but I must let him goe, Our seruants must be taught, what they should know. Syr, as I am a maid, I doe affect you aboue any shuter that I haue, altho that souldiers scarce knowes how to loue. I am a souldier, and a gentleman, Knowes what belonges to war, what to a lady: What man offends me, that my sword shall right: What woman loues me, I am her faithfull knight. I neither doubt your vallour, nor your loue, but there be some that bares a souldiers forme, that sweares by him they neuer thinke vpon, goes swaggering vp and downe from house to house, crying God payes: and. I faith Lady ile discry you such a man, Of them there be many which you haue spoke off, That beare the name and shape of souldiers, Yet God knowes very seldome saw the war: That haunt your Tauerns, and your ordinaries, Your ale-houses sometimes, for all a-like To vphold the brutish humour of their mindes, Being marked downe, for the bondmen of dispare: Their mirth begins in wine, but endes in blood, Their drinke is cleare, but their conceits are mud. Yet these are great gentlemen souldiers. No they are wretched slaues, Whose desperate liues doth bring them timelesse graues. Both for your selfe, and for your forme of life, If I may choose, ile be a souldiers wife. And tyt trust to it so then. Ashure your selfe, You shall be married with all speed we may: One day shall serue for Frances and for Luce. Why che wood vaine know the time, for prouiding wedding rayments. Why no more but this, first get your ashurance made, touching my daughters ioynter, that dispatched, we wil in two daies make prouision. Why man chil haue the writings made by tomorrow. To morrow be it then, lets meet at the kings head in fishstreet. No fie man no, lets meet at the Rose at Temple-bar, That will be nearer your counsellor and mine. At the Rose, be it then the hower nine, He that comes last, forfeits a pinte of wine. A pinte is no paymēt, let it be a whole quart, or nothing.