Anonymous · published 1608 · first performed or written 1602 [1599-1604] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 516 words
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Come, come how does she noble capuchin? She may be poor in spirit, but for the flesh 'tis fat and plump boys: Ah rogues, there is a company of girls would turn you all Friars. But how Mountchensey? how lad for the wench? Sound lads i'faith; I thank my holy habit, I have confessed her and the Lady prioress hath given me ghostly counsel with her blessing. And how say ye boys, If I be chose the weekly visitor? 'sblood she'll have near a Nun unbagged to sing mass then. The Abbot of Waltham will have as many Children, to put to nurse, as he has calves in the Marsh. Well to be brief, the Nun will soon at night turn tippet; if I can but devise to quit her cleanly of the nunnery, she is mine own. But Sirrah Raymond, what news of Peter Fabel at the house? Tush he's the only man; a Necromancer, and a conjuror that works for young Mountchensey altogether; and if it be not for friar Benedick, that he can cross him by his learned skill, the Wench is gone. Fabell will fetch her out by very magic. Stands the wind there boy, keep them in that key. The wench is ours before tomorrow day, Well Raph and Frank, as ye are gentlemen, stick to us close this once; you know your father's have men and horse lie ready still at Cheshunt, to watch the coast be clear, to scout about, & have an eye unto Mountchensey walks: therefore you two may hover thereabouts, and no man will suspect you for the matters be ready but to take her at our hands, leave us to scamble for her getting out. 'sblood if all Herfordshire were at our heels, we'll carry her away in spite of them. But whither Raymond? To Brian's upper lodge in Enfield Chase, he is mine honest Friend and a tall keeper, i'll send my man unto him presently t'acquaint him with your coming and intent. Be brief and secret. Soon at night remember You bring your horses to the willow ground. 'tis done, no more. We will not fail the hour, My life and fortune, now lies in your power. About our business, Raymond let's away, Think of your hour, it draws well of the day. Come ye Hungarian pilchers, we are once more come under the zona torrida of the forest, let's be resolute, let's fly to and again; and if the devil come, we'll put him to his Interrogatories, and not budge a foot, what; 'sfoot i'll put fire into you, ye shall all three serve the good Duke of Norfolk. Mine host, my bully, my precious consul, my noble Holofernes, I have been drunk i'thy house, twenty times and ten, all's one for that, I was last night in the third heavens, my brain was poor, it had yeast in't; but now I am a man of action, is't not so lad? Why now thou hast two of the liberal sciences about thee, wit and reason, thou mayst serve the Duke of Europe.
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Come, come how does she noble Capouchin? She may be poore in spirit, but for the flesh tis fatte and plumpe boyes: Ah rogues, there is a company of girles would turne you all Friers. But how Mountchensey? how lad for the wench? Sound lads yfaith; I thanke my holy habit, I haue confest her and the Lady prioresse hath giuen me ghostly counsell with hir blessing. And how say yee boyes, If I be chose the weekely visitor? Z'blood sheel haue nere a Nun vnbagd to sing masse then. The Abbat of Waltham will haue as many Children, to put to nurse, as he has calues in the Marsh. Well to be breefe, the Nun will soone at night turne lippit; if I can but deuise to quit her cleanly of the Nunry, she is mine owne. But Sirra Raymond, what newes of Peter Fabel at the house? Tush hees the onely man; a Necromancer, and a Coniurer that workes for yong Mountchensey altogether; and if it be not for Fryer Benedicke, that he can crosse him by his learned skill, the VVenchi gone. Fabell will fetch her out by very magicke. Stands the winde there boy, keepe them in that key. The wench is ours before tomorrow day, VVell Raph and Franke, as ye are gentlemen, sticke to vs close this once; you know your fathers haue men and horse lie ready still at Chesson, to watch the coast be cleere, to scowt about, & haue an eye vnto Mountchensey walks: therfore you two may houer thereabouts, and no man will suspect you for the matters be ready but to take her at our hands, leaue vs to scamble for hir getting out. Z'bloud if al Herford-shire were at our heeles, weele carry her away in spight of them. But whither Raymond? To Brians vpper lodge in Enfield Chase, he is mine honest Friend and a tall keeper, ile send my man vnto him presently t'acquant him with your comminge and intent. Be breefe and secret. Soone at night remember You bring your horses to the willow ground. Tis done, no more. We will not faile the hower, My life and fortune, now lies in your power. About our busines, Raymond lets away, Thinke of your hower, it drawes well of the day. Come yee Hungarian pilchers, we are once more come vnder the zona torrida of the forrest, lets be resolute, lets flie to and againe; and if the deuill come, weele put him to his Interrogatories, and not budge a foote, what; s'foote ile put fire into you, yee shall all three serue the good Duke of Norfolke. Mine host, my bully, my pretious consull, my noble Holefernes, I haue ben drunke i'thy house, twenty times and ten, all's one for that, I was last night in the third heauens, my braine was poore, i't had yest in't; but now I am a man of action, is't not so lad? Why now thou hast two of the liberall sciences about thee, wit and reason, thou maist serue the Duke of Europe.