Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 509 words
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Witch: thus I break thy Spells: Were I kept brave, On a king's cost, I am but a king's slave. I see, that as Frenchmen love to be bold, Flemings to be drunk, Welshmen to be called Britons, and Irishmen to be Costermongers, so, cockneys, (especially Shee-Cocknies) love not Aquavite when tis-good for them. Saw you my uncle? I saw him even now going the way of all flesh (that's to say) towards the Kitchen: here's a letter to your worship from the party. What party? The Tenterbook your wanton. From her? Fewh? pray thee stretch me no more upon your Tenterhook: pox on her? Are there no pothecaries i'th' Town to send her Physic-bills to, but me: she's not troubled with the green sickness still, Is she? The yellow jaundice, as the Doctor tells me: troth she's as good a peat: she is fallen away so, that she's nothing but bare skin and bone: for the Turtle so mourns for you. In black? In black? you shall find both black and blue if you look under her eyes. Well: sing over her ditty when I'm in tune, Nay, but will you send her a Box of Mithridatum and Dragon water, I mean some restorative words. Good Master Monopoly you know how welcome you're to the City, and will you master Monopoly, keep out of the City; I know you cannot, would you saw how the poor gentlewoman lies. Why how lies she? Troth as the way lies over Gadshill, very dangerous: you would pity a woman's case if you saw her: write to her some treatise of pacification. I'll write to her tomorrow. Tomorrow; she'll not sleep then but tumble, and if she might have it tonight, it would better please her. Perhaps I'll do't tonight, farewell. If you do't tonight, it would better please her then tomorrow. God's so, dost hear, I'm to sup this night at the Lion in Shoreditch with certain gallants: canst thou not draw forth some delicate face, that I ha' not seen, and bring it thither, wilt thou? All the painters in London shall not fit for colour as I can; but we shall have some swaggering? All as civil (by this sight) as Lawyers. But I tell you, she's not so common as Lawyers, that I mean to betray to your Table: for as I'm a Sinner, she's a knight's cousin; a Yorkshire gentlewoman, and only speaks a little broad, but of very good carriage. Nay that's no matter, we can speak as broad as she? but wilt bring her? You shall call her Cousin, do you see: two men shall wait upon her, and I'll come in by chance: but shall not the party be there? Which party? The writer of that simple hand. Not for as many Angels as there be letters in her Paper: Speak not of me to her, nor our meeting if you love me: wilt come? Mum, I'll come. Farewell. Good Master Monopoly, I hope to see you one day a man of great credit.
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Witch: thus I breake thy Spels: Were I kept braue, On a Kings cost, I am but a Kings slaue. I see, that as Frenchmen loue to be bold, Flemings to be drunke, Welchmen to be cald Brittons, and Irishmen to be Costermongers, so, Cocknyes, (especially Shee-Cocknies) loue not Aqa-vite when tis-good for them. Saw you my vncle? I saw him euen now going the way of all flesh (thats to say) towardes the Kitchin: heeres a letter to your worship from the party. What party? The Tenterbook your wanton. From her? Fewh? pray thee stretch me no more vppon your Tenterhook: pox on her? Are there no Pottecariesith Town to send her Phisick-bils to, but me: Shees not troubled with the greene sicknesse still, Is she? The yellow I aundis, as the Doctor tels me: troth shees as good a peat: she is falne away so, that shees nothing but bare skin and bone: for the Turtle so mournes for you. In blacke? In black? you shall find both black and blew if you look vnder her eyes. Well: sing ouer her ditty when I'me in tune, Nay, but will you send her a Box of Mithridatum and Dragon water, I meane some restoratiue words. Good Maister Monopoly yo know how welcome yare to the Citty, and will you master Monopoly, keepe out of the Citty; I know you cannot, would you saw how the poor gentlewoman lies. Why how lies she? Troth as the way lies ouer Gads-hill, very dangerous: you would pitty a womans case if you saw her: write to her some treatise of pacification. Ile write to her to morrow. To morrow; sheele not sleepe then but tumble, and if she might haue it to night, it would better please her. Perhaps Ile doot to night, farewell. If you doot to night, it would better please her then to morrow. Gods so, dost heare, I'me to sup this night at the Lyon in Shredich with certen gallants: cāst thou not draw forth some dilicate face, that I ha not seene, and bring it thither, wut thou? All the painters in London shal not fit for colour as I can; but we shall haue some swaggering? All as ciuill (by this sight) as Lawyers. But I tell you, shees not so common as Lawyers, that I meane to betray to your Table: for as I'me a Sinner, shees a Knights Cozen; a Yorkshire gentlwoman, and only speakes a little broad, but of very good carriage. Nay thats no matter, we can speake as broad as she? but wut bring her? You shall call her Cozen, do you see: two men shall waite vpon her, and Ile come in by chance: but shall not the party bee there? Which party? The writer of that simple hand. Not for as many Angels as there be letters in her Paper: Speake not of mee to her, nor our meeting if you loue mee: wut come? Mum, Ile come. Farewell. Good Maister Monopoly, I hope to see you one day a man of great credite.