Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 489 words
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It shall suffice good sister Delia, it shall suffice, But fail us not good sister, give order to cooks, and others, For I would not have my sweet Francke To soil her fingers. No by my troth not I, a gentlewoman, and a married Gentlewoman too, to be companions to cooks, And kitchen-boys, not I, i'faith: I scorn that. Why I do not mean thou shalt sweet heart, Thou seest I do not go about it: well farewell too: You, Gods pity M. Weathercock, we shall have your company too? With all my heart, for I love good cheer. Well, God be with you all, come Frank. God be with you father, God be with you sir Arthur, Master Oliver, and master Weathercock, sister, God be with you all: God be with you father, God be with you every one. Why how now sir Arthur? all a mort master Oliver, how now man? cheerly sir Lancelot, and merrily say, Who can hold that will away. I she is gone indeed, poor girl undone, But when they'll be self-willed, children must smart. But sir, that she is wronged, you are the chiefest cause. Therefore 'tis reason, you redress her wrong. Indeed you must sir Lancelot, you must. Must? who can compel me master Weathercock? I hope I may do what I list. I grant you may, you may do what you list. Nay, but and you be well evisen, it were not good By this frampolness, and frowardness, to cast away As pretty a dowsabell, as am chould chance to see In a summers day, Chil tell you what chall do, Chil go spy up and down the town, and see if I Can hear any tale or dydings of her, And take her away from thick a mesel, vor cham Ashured, he'll but bring her to the spoil, And so var you well, we shall meet at your son Civets. I thank you sir, I take it very kindly. To find her out, i'll spend my dearest blood. So well I loved her, to affect her good. O master Weathercock, what hap had I, to force my daughter From master Oliver, and this good knight? To one that hath no goodness in his thought. Ill luck, but what remedy. Yes I have almost devised a remedy, Young Flowerdale, is sure a prisoner. Sure, nothing more sure. And yet perhaps his Uncle hath released him. It may be very like, no doubt he hath. Well if he be in prison, i'll have warrant To attach my daughter till the law be tried, For I will sue him upon cozenage. Mary may you, and overthrow him too: Nay that's not so, I may chance be scoffed, And sentence passed with him. Believe me so he may, therefore take heed. Well Howsoever, yet I will have warrants, In prison, or at liberty, all's one: You will help to serve them master Weathercock?
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It shall suffice good sister Delia, it shall suffice, But faile vs not good sister, giue order to cookes, and others, For I would not haue my sweet Francke To soyle her fingers. No by my troath not I, a gentlewoman, and a married Gentlewoman too, to be companions to cookes, And kitchin-boyes, not I, yfaith: I scorne that. Why I doe not meane thou shalt sweete heart, Thou seest I doe not goe about it: well farewell too: You, Gods pitty M. Weathercocke, we shal haue your cōpany too? Withall my heart, for I loue good cheare. Well, God be with you all, come Francke. God be with you father, God be with you syr Arthur, Maister Oliuer, and maister Weathercocke, sister, God be with you all: God be with you father, God be with you euery one. Why how now syr Arthur? all a mort maister Oliuer, how now man? Cheerely syr Lancelot, and merily say, Who can hold that will away. I shee is gone indeed, poore girle vndone, But when theyle be selfewilled, children must smart. But syr, that she is wronged, you are the chiefest cause. Therefore tis reason, you redresse her wrong. Indeed you must syr Lancelot, you must. Must? who can compell me maifter VVeathercock▪ I hope I may doe what I list. I grant you may, you may doe what you list. Nay, but and you be well euisen, it were not good By this vrampolnesse, and vrowardnesse, to cast away As pretty adowssabell, as am chould chance to see In a Sommers day, chil tell you what chall doe, Chil goe spye vp and downe the towne, and see if I Can heare any tale or dy dings of her, And take her away from thick a messell, vor cham Ashured, heele but bring her to the spoile, And so var you well, we shall meete at your sonne . I thanke you syr, I take it very kindly. To find her out, ile spend my dearest blood. So well I loued her, to affect her good. O maister , what hap had I, to force my daughter From maister , and this good knight? To one that hath no goodnesse in his thought. Ill lucke, but what remedie. Yes I haue almost deuised a remedy, Young , is shure a prisoner. Shure, nothing more shure. And yet perhaps his Vnckle hath released him. It may be very like, no doubt he hath. Well if he be in prison, ile haue warran To tache my daughter till the lawe be tried, For I will shue him vpon couzonage. Mary may you, and ouerthrow him too Nay thats not so, I may chance be sco, And sentence past with him. Beleeue me so he may, therefore take heede. Well howsoer, yet I will haue warrants, In prison, or at libertie, alls one: You will helpe to serue them maister ?