Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [Sep 18] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 455 words
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THis is the Countess Eugenia's house I think, I can never hit of these same English City houses, though I were borne here: if I were in any City in France, I could find any house there at midnight. These two strange hungry knights (Will) make the leanest trenchers that ever I waited on. A plague on them Iack, they leave us no fees at all, for our attendance, I think they use to set their bones in silver they pick them so clean, see, see, see Iack what's that? A my word (Will) 'tis the great Baboon, that was to be seen in Southwark. Is this he? gods my life what beasts were we, that we wood not see him all this while, never trust me if he look not somewhat like a man, see how prettily he holds the torch in one of his forefeet, where's his keeper trow owe, is he broke loose? Hast ever an Apple about thee (Will) we'll take him up sure, we shall get a monstrous deal of money with him. That we shall yfath boy, and look thou here, here's a red cheeked apple to take him up with. Excellent fit o' my credit, let's lay down our provant, and to him. I'll let them alone a while. Give me the apple to take up Jack, because my name is Jack. Hold thee Jack, take it. Come Iack, come Iacke, come Iacke. I will come to your Sir, I'll jack ye a my word, I'll jack ye. God's me he speaks Jack, O pray pardon us Sir. Out ye mopede monkeys can ye not know a man from a Marmasett, in these Frenchified days of ours? nay I'll jackefie you a little better yet. Nay good Sir, good Sir, pardon us. Pardon us, out ye homebred peasants, plain english, pardon us, if you had parled, & not spoken, but said pardonne moy; I wood have pardoned you, but since you speak, and not parley, I will cudgel ye better yet. O pardonne moy monsieur. Bièn je vous remercy, there's pardon pour vous Sir now. Why I thank ye for it Sir, you seem to be a Squire of our order Sir. Whose page might you be Sir. I am now the great French traveler's page. Or rather the french Traualers great page. Sir, on, on height Captain Foulweather, alias Commendations; whose valours within here at supper with the countess Eugenia, whose proper eaters I take you two to be. You mistake us not Sir. This captain Foulweather, alias Commendations (Will) is the gallant that will needs be a suitor to our Countess Faith and if Foulweather be a welcome suitor to a fair Lady, has good luck.
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THis is the Countesse Eugenias house I thinke, I can neuer hit of theis same English Cittie howses, tho I were borne here: if I were in Citty in Fraunce, I coulde find any house there at midnight. Theis two strange hungrie knights (VVil) make the leanest trenchers that euer I waited on. A plague on them Iack, they leaue vs no fees at all, for our attendance, I thinke they vse to sett their bnes in siluer they pick them so cleane, see, see, see Iack whats that? A my worde ( ) tis the great Baboone, that was to be seene in Southwarke. Is this he? gods my life what beastes were we, tha we wood not ee him all this while, neuer trust mee if hee looke not somewhat like a man, see how pretely hee holds the torche in one of his forefeete, wheres his keeper owe, is he broke loose? Hast euer an Apple about thee (VVill) weele take him vp sure, we shall get a monstrous deale of mony with him. That we shll yfath boy, and looke thou here, heres a red cheekt apple to take him vp with. Excellent it a my credit, lets lay downe our prouant, and to him. Ile let them alone a while. Giue me the apple to take vp Iacke, because my name is Iacke. Hold thee Iacke, take it. Come Iack, come Iacke, come Iacke. I will come to your Sir, Ile Iacke ye a my worde, Ile Iacke ye. Gods me he speakes Iacke, O pray pardon vs Sir▪ Out ye mpede monckies can yee not knowe a man from a Marmasett, in theis Frenchified dayes of ours? na ile Iackefie you alittle better yet. Nay good Sir, good Sir, pardon vs▪ Pardon vs, out ye home-bred peasants, plain english, pardon vs, if you had parled, & not spoken, but said pardonne moy▪ I wood haue pardon'd you, but since you speake, and not parley, I will cudgell ye better yet. O pardonne moy mounsieur. Bièn iè vous remercie, thers pardonne pour vous Sir now. Why I thanke ye for it Sir, you seeme to bee a Squire of our order Sir. Whose page might you be Sir. I am now the great French Traualers page▪ Or rather the frēch Traualer great page. Sir, on, on Hight Captaine Fouleweather, alias Comendations; whose valours within here at super with the Coū es Eugenia, whose propper eaters I take you two to be. You mistake vs not Sir. This captain Fouleweather, alias Cōmendations (Wil) is the gallāt that wil needs be a sutor to our Coūtes Faith and if Fouleweather be a welcome suiter to a aire Ladie, has good lucke.