Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 500 words
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Oh, Rid me of this my torture, quickly, there; My Madam, with the everlasting voice: The bells, in time of pestilence, ne'er made Like noise, or were in that perpetual motion; The cockpit comes not near it. All my house, But now, steamed like a bath, with her thick breath. A lawyer could not have been heard; nor scarce Another woman, such a hail of words She has let fall. For hell's sake, rid her hence. Has she presented? O, I do not care, I'll take her absence, upon any price, With any loss. Madam— I ha' brought your patron A toy, a cap here, of mine own work— 'Tis well, I had forgot to tell you, I saw your Knight, Where you'd little think it— Where? marry, Where yet, if you make haste, you may apprehend him, Rowing upon the water in a gondole, With the most cunning courtesan, of Venice. Is't true? Pursue 'em, and believe your eyes: Leave me, to make your gift. I knew, 't would take. For lightly, they that use themselves most licence, Are still most jealous. MOSCA, hearty thanks, For thy quick fiction, and delivery of me. Now, to my hopes, what sayst thou? But do you hear, sir?— Again; I fear a paroxysm. Which way Rowed they together? Toward the rialto. I pray you lend me your dwarf. I pray you, take him. Your hopes, sir, are like happy blossoms, fair, And promise timely fruit, if you will stay But the maturing; keep you, at your couch, CORBACCIO will arrive straight, with the will: When he is gone, I'll tell you more. My blood, My spirits are returned; I am alive: And like your wanton gamester, at primero, Whose thought had whispered to him, not go less, Methinks I lie, and draw— for an encounter. SIr, here concealed, you may hear all. But 'pray you Have patience, sir; the same's your father, knocks: I am compelled, to leave you. Do so. Yet, Cannot my thought imagine this a truth. DEath on me! you are come too soon, what meant you? Did not I say, I would send? Yes, but I feared You might forget it, and then they prevent us. Prevent? did ere man haste so, for his horns? A courtier would not ply it so, for a place. Well, now there's no helping it, stay here; I'll presently return. Where are you, CELIA? You know not wherefore I have brought you hither? Not well, except you told me. Now, I will: Hark hither. Sir, your father hath sent word, It will be half an hour, ere he come; And therefore, if you please to walk, the while, Into that gallery— at the upper end, There are some books, to entertain the time: And I'll take care, no man shall come unto you, sir. Yes, I will stay there, I do doubt this fellow. There, he is far enough; he can hear nothing: And, for his father, I can keep him off.
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Oh, Rid me of this my torture, quickly, there; My Madam, with the euerlasting voyce: The bells, in time of pestilence, ne're made Like noise, or were in that perpetuall motion; The cock-pit comes not neere it. All my house, But now, steam'd like a bath, with her thicke breath. A lawyer could not haue beene heard; nor scarse Another woman, such a hayle of wordes Shee has let fall. For hells sake, rid her hence. Has shee presented? O, I doe not care, I'le take her absence, vpon any price, With any losse. Madam— I ha' brought your patron A toy, a cap here, of mine owne worke— 'Tis well, I had forgot to tell you, I saw your Knight, Where you'ld little thinke it— Where? Mary, Where yet, if you make haste, you may apprehend him, Rowing vpon the water in a gondole, With the most cunning curtizan, of Venice. Is't true? Pursue 'hem, and beleeue your eyes: Leaue me, to make your gift. I knew, 't would take. For lightly, they that vse themselues most licence, Are still most iealous. MOSCA, hearty thankes, For thy quicke fiction, and deliuery of mee. Now, to my hopes, what saist thou? But doe you heare, sir?— Againe; I feare a paroxisme. Which way Row'd they together? Toward the rialto. I pray you lend me your dwarfe. I pray you, take him. Your hopes, sir, are like happie blossomes, faire, And promise timely fruit, if you will stay But the maturing; keepe you, at your couch, CORBACCIO will arriue straight, with the will: When he is gone, ile tell you more. My blood, My spirits are return'd; I am aliue: And like your wanton gam'ster, at primero, Whose thought had whisper'd to him, not goe lesse, Methinkes I lie, and draw—for an encounter. SIr, here conceald, you may heare all. But 'pray you Haue patience, sir; the same's your father, knocks: I am compeld, to leaue you. Do so. Yet, Cannot my thought imagine this a truth. DEath on me! you are come too soone, what meant you? Did not I say, I would send? Yes, but I feard You might forget it, and then they preuent vs. Preuent? did ere man haste so, sor his hornes? A courtier would not ply it so, for a place. Well, now there's no helping it, stay here; Ile presently returne. Where are you, CELIA? You know not wherefore I haue brought you hither? Not well, except you told me. Now, I will: Harke hither. Sir, your father hath sent word, It will be halfe an houre, ere he come; And therefore, if you please to walke, the while, Into that gallery—at the vpper end, There are some bookes, to entertaine the time: And ile take care, no man shall come vnto you, sir. Yes, I will stay there, I doe doubt this fellow. There, he is farre enough; he can heare nothing: And, for his father, I can keepe him off.