Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 479 words
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If master wendol and my wife be together, there's no playing against them at double hand. I can tell you sir the game that master Wendol is best at? What game is that Nick. Marry sir, Knave out of doors. She and I, will take you at Lodam. Husband shall we play at Saint. My Saints turned Devil: no, we'll none of Saint, your best at new Cut wife: you'll play at that. If you play at new cut, I am soonest hitter of any here for a wager. 'tis me they play on: well you may draw out For all your cunning: 'twill be to your shame: I'll teach you at your new Cut, a new game, Come, come. If you cannot agree upon the game to post and pair. We shall be soonest pairs, and my good host, When he comes late home, he must kiss the post. whoever wins, it shallbe to thy cost. Faith let it be Vide-ruff, and let's make honours. If you make honours, one thing let me crave, Honour the King, and Queen: except the knave. Well as you please for that, lift who shall deal. The least in sight: what are you master Wendol, I am a knave. I'll swear it. I a Queen? A quean thou shouldst say? well the Cards are mine, They are the grossest pair that ere I felt. Shuffle, I'll cut, would I had never dealt? I have lost my dealing. Sir the faults in me, This Queen I have more than my own you see, Give me the stock. My minds not on my game, Many a deal I have lost, the more's your shame, you have served me a bad trick master Wendol? Sir you must take your lot: to end this strife, I know I have dealt better with your wife. Thou hast dealt falsely then. What's Trumps. Harts, partner I rub. Thou robbest me of my soul, of her chaste love In thy false dealing, thou hast robbed my heart, Booty you play, I like a looser stand, Having no heart, or here, or in my hand: I will give over the set, I am not well, Come who will hold my Cards? Not well sweet Master Frankford, Alas, what ail you: 'tis some sudden qualm. How long have you been so master Frankford? Sir I was lusty, and I had my health, But I grew ill when you began to deal. Take hence this table, gentle master Cranwell You are welcome, see your chamber at your pleasure, I am sorry that this Megrim takes me so I cannot sit and bear you company, Ienkin some lights, and show him to his chamber. A night gown for my husband quickly there, It is some rheum or cold? Now in good faith this illness you have got By sitting late without your gown.
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If maister wendol and my wife bee together, theres no playing against them at dubble hand. I can tel you sir the game that master Wendol is best at? What game is that Nick. Marry sir, Knaue out of dores. She and I, wil take you at Lodam. Husband shal we play at Saint. My Saints turnd Deuill: no, weele none of Saint, your best at new Cut wife: youle play at that. If you play at new cut, I am soonest hitter of any heee for a wager. Tis me they play on: wel you may draw out For al your cunning: twil be to your shame: Ile teach you at your new Cut, a new game, Come, come. If you cannot agree vpon the game to post and paire. We shal be soonest paires, and my good hoast, When he comes late home, he must kisse the post. Who euer wins, it shalbe to thy cost. Faith let it be Vide-ruffe, and lets make honors. If you make honors, one thing let me craue, Honor the King, and Queene: except the knaue. Wel as you please for that, lift who shal deale. The least in sight: what are you maister Wendol, I am a knaue. Ile sweare it. I a Queene? A queane thou shouldst say? wel the Cards are mine, They are the grosest paire that ere I felt. Shuffle, Ile cut, would I had neuer dealt? I haue lost my dealing. Sir the faults in me, This Queene I haue more then my owne you see, Giue me the stocke. My minds not on my game, Many a deale I haue lost, the mores your shame, you haue seru'd me a bad tricke maister Wendol? Sir you must tke your lot: to end this strife, I know I haue delt better with your wife. Thou hast dealt falsely then. Whats Trumpes. Harts, partner I rub. Thou robst me of my soule, of her chast loue In thy fale dealing, thou hast robd my hart, Booty you play, I like a looser stand, Hauing no hart, or here, or in my hand: I will giue ore the set, I am not well, Come who wil hold my Cards? Not well sweet Maister Franckford, Alas, what ayle you: tis some sodaine qualme. How long haue you bin so maister Frankford? Sir I was lusty, and I had my health, But I grew ill when you began to deale. Take hence this table, gentle maister Cranwell You are welcome, see your chamber at your pleasure, I am sorry that this Megrim takes me so I cannot sit and beare you company, Ienkin some lights, and shew him to his chamber. A night gowne for my husband quickly there, It is some hewme or cold? Now in good saith this Ilnesse you haue got By sitting late without your gowne.