Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 483 words
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Why man, Chill not kill him, marry Chill veze him too, and again; and zoe God be with you vather. What man, we shall met tomorrow. Who would a thought he had been so desperate. Come forth my honest servant Artichoke. Now, what's the matter? some brawl toward, I warrant you. Go get me thy sword bright scoured, thy buckler mended, O for that knave, that villain Daffidill would have done good service. But to thee. ay, this is the tricks of all you gentlemen, when you stand in need of a good fellow. O for that Daffidill, O where is he? but if you be angry, and it be but for the wagging of a straw, then out a doors with the knave, turn the coat over his ears. This is the humour of you all. O for that knave, that lusty Daffidill. Why there 'tis now: our years wages and our vails will scarce pay for broken swords and bucklers that we use in our quarrels. But I'll not fight if Daffodil be a other side, that's flat. 'tis no such matter man, get weapons ready, and be at London ere the break of day: watch near the lodging of the Devonshire Youth, but be unseen: and as he goes out, as he will go out, and that very early without doubt. What would you have me draw upon him, As he goes in the street? Not for a world man: into the fields. For to the field he goes, there to meet the desperate Flowerdale, Take thou the part of Olyver my son, for he shall be my son, And marry Luce: Dost understand me knave? I sir I do understand you, but my young mistress might be better provided in matching with my fellow Daffidill. No more; Daffidill is a knave: That Daffidill is a most notorious knave. Master Weathercoeke you come in happy time, The desperate Flowerdale hath writ a challenge: And who think you must answer it? but the Devonshire man, my son Oliver. Mary I am sorry for it good sir Lancelot, But if you will be ruled by me, we'll stay the fury. As how I pray? Marry i'll tell you, by promising young Flowerdale the red lipped Luce. I'll rather follow her unto her grave. I sir Lancelot I would have thought so too, but you and I have been deceived in him, come read this will, or deed, or what you call it, I know not: Come, come, your spectacles I pray. Nay I thank God, I see very well. Marry God bless your eyes, mine hath been dim almost this thirty years, Ha what is this? what is this? Nay there is true love indeed, he gave it to me but this very morn, and bid me keep it unseen from any one, good youth, to see, how men may be deceived.
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Why man, chill not kill him, marry chill veze him too, and againe; and zoe God be with you vather. What man, we shall met to morrow. Who would a thought he had bin so desperate. Come forth my honest seruant Artichoake. Now, what's the matter? some brawle toward, I warrant you. Goe get me thy sword bright scowred, thy buckler mended, O for that knaue, that Vyllaine Daffidill would haue done good seruice. But to thee. I, this is the trickes of all you gentlemen, when you stand in neede of a good fellow. O for that Daffidill, O where is he? but if you be angry, and it bee but for the agging of a strawe, then out a doores with the knaue, turne the coate ouer his eares. This is the humour of you all. O for that knaue, that lustie Daffidill. Why there tis now: our yeares wages and our vailes will scarce pay for broken swords and bucklers that wee vse in our quarrels. But Ile not fight if bee a tother side, that's flat. Tis no such matter man, get weapons ready, and bee at London ere the breake of day: watch neere the lodging of the Deuon-shire Youth, but be vnseen: and as he goes out, as he will goe out, and that very earely without doubt. What would you haue me draw vpon him, As he goes in the streete? Not for a world man: into the fields. For to the field he goes, there to meet the desperat Flowerdal, Take thou the part of Olyuer my sonne, for he shal be my son, And marry Luce: Doest vnderstand me knaue? I syr I doe vnderstand you, but my young mistresse might be better prouided in matching with my fellowe Daffidill. No more; Daffidill is a knaue: That Daffidill is a most notorious knaue. Maister Weathercoeke you come in happy time, The desperat Flowerdale hath writ a challenge: And who thinke you must answere it? but the Deuenshyre man, my sonne Oliuer. Mary I am sory for it good syr Lancelot, But if you will be ruled by me, weele stay the furie. As how I pray? Marry ile tell you, by promising yong Flowerdale the red lipped Luce. Ile rather follow her vnto her graue. I syr Lancelot I would haue thought so too, but you and I haue bene deceiued in him, come read this will, or deed, or what you call it, I know not: Come, come, your spectacles I pray. Nay I thanke God, I see very well. Marry God blesse your eyes, mine hath bene dim almost this thirtie yeares, Ha what is this? what is this? Nay there is true loue indeede, he gaue it to me but this very morne, and bid me keepe it vnseene from any one, good youth, to see, how men may be deceiued.