Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 506 words
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I'll ride no further. Then i'll discharge the postmaster: was't not a pretty wit of mine master Poet to have had him rod into Puckridge, with a horn before him, ha was't not? Good sooth excellent: I was dull in apprehending it: but come since we must stay: we'll be merry, chamberlain call in the music, bid the Tapsters & maids come up and dance, what we'll make a night of it, hark you masters, I have an excellent jest to make old Maibery merry, 'sfoot we'll have him merry. Let's make him drunk then, a simple catching wit I. Go thy ways, I know a Nobleman would take such a delight in thee. Why so he would in his fool. Before God but he would make a difference, he would keep you in Satin, but as I was a saying we'll have him merry: his wife is gone to Puckridge, 'tis a wench makes him melancholy, 'tis a wench must make him merry: we must help him to a wench. when your citizen comes into his Inn, wet & cold, dropping, either the host's or one of her maids, warms his bed, pulls on his nightcap, cuts his corns puts out the candle, bids him command ought, if he want aught: and so after master citiner sleeps as quietly, as if he lay in his own low-country of Holland, his own linen I mean sir, we must have a wench for him. But where's this wench to be found, here are all the movable petticoats of the house. At the next Inn there lodged tonight— God's precious a Yorkshire Gentlewoman; I ha''t, I'll angle for her presently, we'll have him merry. Procure some Chamberlain to Pander for you. No I'll be Pander myself, because we'll be merry. Will you, will you? But how? be a Pander as I am a gentleman? that were horrible, I'll thrust myself into the outside of a falconer in town here: & now I think on't there are a company of country players, that are come to town here, shall furnish me with hair and beard: if I do not bring her,— willbe wondrous merry. About it look you sir, though she bear her far aloof, and her body out of distance, so her mind be coming 'tis no matter. Get old Maibery merry: that any man should take to heart thus the down fall of a woman, I think when he comes home poor snail, he'll not dare to peep forth of doors lest his horns usher him. Go thy ways, there be more in England wear large ears and horns, than Stags and Asses: excellent he rides post with a halter about his neck. How now wilt take? Beyond expectation: I have persuaded him the only way to make you merry, is to help you to a wench, and the fool is gone to pander his own wife hither. Why he'll know her? She hath been masked ever since she came into the Inn, for fear of discovery.
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Ile ride no further. Thē ile discharge the post-maister: was't not a pritty wit of mine maister Poet to haue had him rod into Puckridge, with a horne before him, ha wast not? Good sooth excellent: I was dull in apprehending it: but come since we must stay: wele be mery, chamberlaine call in the musick, bid the Tapsters & maids come vp and dance, what weel make a night of it, harke you maisters, I haue an exellent iest to make old Maibery merry, Sfoote weele haue him merry. Lets make him drunke then, a simple catching wit I. Go thy waies, I know a Nobleman would take such a delight in thee. Why so he would in his foole. Before God but hee would make a difference, hee would keepe you in Sattin, but as I was a saying weel haue him merry: his wife is gon to Puckridge, tis a wench makes him melācholy, tis a wench must make him mery: we must help him to a wench. when your cittizen comes into his Inne, wet & cold, dropping, eher the hostis or one of her maids, warmes his bed, puls on his night-cap, cuts his cornes puts out the candle, bids him cōmand ought, if he want ought: and so after maister cittiner sleepes as quietly, as if he lay in his owne low-country of Holland, his own linnen I meane sir, we must haue a wench for him. But wher's this wench to be found, here are al the moueable peticotes of the house. At the next Inne there lodged to night— Gods pretious a Yorkeshire Gentlewoman; I ha't, Ile angle for her presently, weele haue him merry. Procure some Chamberlaine to Pander for you. No Ile be Pander my selfe, because weele be mērry. Will you, will you? But how? be a Pander as I am a gentlemā? that were horrible, Ile thrust my self into the out-side of a Fawlconer in towne here: & now I thinke on't there are a company of coūtry plaiers, that are come to towne here, shall furnish mee with haire and beard: if I do not bring her, —wilbe wondrous merry. About it looke you sir, though she beare her far aloofe, and her body out of distance, so her mind be cōming 'tis no matter. Get old Maibery merry: tha any man should take to heart thus the downe fall of a woman, I thinke when he comes home poore snaile, heele not dare to peepe forth of doores least his hornes vsher him. Go thy wayes, there be more in England weare large eares and hornes, then Stagges and Asses: excellent hee rides poste with a halter about his neck. How now wilt take? Beyond expectation: I haue perswaded him the onely way to make you merry, is to helpe you to a wench, and the foole is gone to pander his owne wife hether. Why heele know her? She hath beene maskt euer since she came into the Inne, for feare of discouery.