Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 487 words
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Now afore God a very good conceit, But too much sleep hath over taken me, The night hath played the swift-foot runaway: A good conceit, a very good conceit, What Fiddle, arise Fiddle, Fiddle I say. here's a fiddling indeed, I think your tongue be made of nothing but fiddlestrings, I hope the fiddle must have some rest as well as the fiddlestick: well Crowd, what say you to Fiddle now? Fiddle, it is a very good conceit. It is indeed, Master. What dost thou mean? To go to bed again Sir. No, Fiddle, that were no good conceit Fiddle, What a fiddling do you keep, are you not ashamed to make such music; I hope sir, you will christian me anew shortly, for you have so worn this name, that ne'er a wench in all the town but will scorn to dance after my fiddle. Well Fiddle, thou art an honest fellow. That's more than you know, Master. I'll swear for thee Fiddle. You'll be damned then, Master. I love thee Fiddle. I had rather your daughter loved me, 'tis a rare conceit i'faith. I hold with you Master, if my young mistress would like so well of my music, that she would dance after nobody's instrument but mine. No Fiddle, that were no good conceit. A shame on you, I thought you would not hear on that side Fiddle, thou toldst me, M. Golding was in love with my daughter. True, master; therein you say well. And he entreats me to meet him at the star in cheap, to talk concerning the match. True still master. And I have sent for my neighbour M. Berry to bear me company, True, all this is most natural truth. And now Fiddle, I am going on my way. Nay that's a lie, that hath marred all, was your conceit so tired you could tell troth no longer? Why Fiddle, are we not going? No indeed sir, we are not, we stand still, your conceit failed in that. Fore God 'tis true, I am not ready yet: what's he? By your leave sir, I would crave a word in secret sir. At your pleasure, here's none but my man Fiddle, ay sir, master Fiddle is my name, sir Laurence Syro was my father. Sir, this is my business, my name is Racket, I have a ship of my own upon the river. By your leave sir, captain Racket is your name. Some call me so indeed sir. It is a good conceit, I pray proceed. Sir, I am now bound to sea, and wanting some money for the better furnishing of my wants. O, you would borrow money of me. That's my suit indeed. That's no good conceit. nam, hear me sir, if you will supply me with ten pound till my return from Barbary, I will leave in your hands a diamond of greater value than the money.
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Now afore God a very good conceit, But too much sleepe hath ouer taken me, The night hath plaid the swift-foote runne-away: A good conceit, a very good conceit, What Fiddle, arise Fiddle, Fiddle I say. Heer's a fidling indeed, I thinke your tongue be made of nothing but fiddlestrings, I hope the fiddle must haue some rest as well as the fiddle-sticke: well Crowde, what say you to Fiddle now? Fiddle, it is a very good conceit. It is indeed, Master. What dost thou meane? To goe to bed againe Sir. No, Fiddle, that were no good conceit Fiddle, What a fidling doe you keepe, are you not ashamde to make such musicke; I hope sir, you will christen mee anew shortly, for you haue so worne this name, that ne're a wench in all the towne but will scorne to dance after my fiddle. Well Fiddle, thou art an honest fellow. Thats more than you know, Master. Ile sweare for thee Fiddle. Youle be damn'd then, Master. I loue thee Fiddle. I had rather your daughter lou'd me, Tis a rare conceit ifaith. I hold with you Master, if my yong mistresse would like so well of my musicke, that she would dance after no bodies instrument but mine. No Fiddle, that were no good conceit. A shame on you, I thought you would not heare on that side Fiddle, thou toldst me, M. Golding was in loue with my daughter. True, master; therin you say well. And he intreats me to meet him at the starre in cheap, to talke concerning the match. True still maister. And I haue sent for my neighbour M. Berry to beare me company, True, all this is most naturall truth. And now Fiddle, I am going on my way. Nay thats a lie, that hath marrd all, was your conceipt so tirde you could tel troth no longer? Why Fiddle, are we not going? No indeede sir, we are not, we stand still, your conceit failde in that. Fore God tis true, I am not ready yet: whats hee? By your leaue sir, I would craue a word in secret sir. At your pleasure, heeres none but my man Fiddle, I sir, maister Fiddle is my name, sir Laurence Syro was my father. Sir, this is my businesse, my name is Racket, I haue a ship of my owne vpon the riuer. By your leaue sir, captaine Racket is your name. Some call me so indeede sir. It is a good conceit, I pray proceede. Sir, I am now bound to sea, and wanting some monie for the better furnishing of my wants. O, you would borrow mony of me. Thats my sute indeede. Thats no good conceit. Na, heare me sir, if you wil supply me with ten pound til my returne from Barbary, I will leaue in your hands a diamond of greater value than the mony.