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 · 512 words
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I will serve the Duke of Christendom, and do him more credit in his cellar than all the plate in his buttery, is't not so lad? Mine host and Smug, stand there Banks, you and your horse keep together; but lie close, show no tricks for fear of the keeper. If we be scared we'll meet in the Church-porch at Enfield. Content sir Iohn. Smug, dost not thou remember the tree thou fellst out of last night? Tush, and't had been as high as the Abbey, I should near have hurt myself I have fallen into the river coming home from Waltham, and scaped drowning. Come sever, fear no spirits, we'll have a Buck presently, we have watched later than this for a do, mine Host. Thou speakst as true as velvet. Why then come, Grass and hay, &c. Frank Ierningham? Speak softly rogue, how now? 'Sfoot we shall lose our way, it's so dark, whereabouts are we? Why man, at Potters gate, The way lies right, hark the clock strikes at Enfield; what's the hour? Ten the bell says. 'a lies in's throat, it was but eight when we set out of Cheshunt, Sir Iohn and his Sexton are at ale tonight, the clock runs at random. Nay, as sure as thou liv'st the villainous vicar is abroad in the chase this dark night: the stone Priest steals more venison than half the country. Milliscent, how dost thou? Sir, very well, I would to God we were at Brian's lodge. We shall anon, 'Zounds hark, What means this noise? Stay, I hear horsemen. I hear footmen too. Nay then I have it, we have been discovered, And we are followed by our father's men. Brother and friend, alas what shall we do? Sister speak softly or we are descried, They are hard upon us whatsoe'er they be, Shadow yourself behind this brake of fern, we'll get into the wood and let them pass. Grass and hay, we are all mortal, the keepers abroad, and there's an end. Sir Iohn. Neighbour Banks what news? 'Zounds Sir Iohn the keepers are abroad; I was hard by 'em. Grass and hay, where's mine host Blague? Here Metropolitan, the philistines are upon us, be silent, let us serve the good Duke of Norfolk; but where is Smug. Here, a pox on ye all dogs; I have killed the greatest Buck in Brian's walk, shift for yourselves, all the keepers are up, let's meet in Enfield church porch, away we are all taken else. Raph hearst thou any stirring. I heard one speak here hard by in the bottom; peace Master, speak low, zounds if I did not hear a bow go off, and the Buck bray, I never heard dear in my life. When went your fellows out into their walks? An hour ago. S'life is there stealers abroad, and they cannot hear of them! where the devil are my men tonight! sirrah go up the wind towards Buckley's lodge. I'll cast about the bottom with my hound, and I will meet thee under Conyocke.
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I will serue the Duke of Christendom, and doe him more credit in his celler then all the plate in his buttery, is't not so lad? Mine host and Smug, stand there Banks, you and your horse keepe together; but lie close, shew no trickes for feare of the keeper. If we be scard weel meete in the Church-porch at Enfeild. Content sir Iohn. Smug, dost not thou remember the tree thou felst out of last night? Tush, and't had bin as high as the Abby, I should nere haue hurt my selfe I haue fallen into the riuer comming home from Waltham, and scapt drowning. Come seuer, care no sprits, weele haue a Bucke presently, we haue watched later then this for a Doe, mine Host. Thou speakst as true as veluet. Why then come, Grasse and hay, &c. Franke Ierningham? Speake softly rogue, how now? S'foot we shall lose our way, it's so darke, wherabouts are we? Why man, at Potters gate, The way lies right, harke the clocke strikes at Enfeild; whats the houre? Ten the bell sayes. A lies in's throate, it was but eight when we set out of Chesson, Sir Iohn and his Sexton are at ale to night, the clocke runs at random. Nay, as sure as thou liu'st the villanous vicar is abroad in the chase this darke night: the stone Priest steales more venison then halfe the country. Milliscent, how dost thou? Sir, very well, I would to God we were at Brians lodge. We shall anon, z'ounds harke, What meanes this noyse? Stay, I heare horsemen. I heare footmen too. Nay then I haue it, we haue bin discouerd, And we are followed by our fathers men. Brother and friend, alas what shall we doe? Sister speake softly or we are descride, They are hard vpon vs what so ere they be, Shadow your selfe behind this brake of ferne, Weele get into the wood and let them passe. Grasse and hay, wee are all mortall, the keepers abroad, and ther's an end. Sir Iohn. Neighbour Bankes what newes? z'wounds Sir Iohn the keepers are abroad; I was hard by'am. Grasse and hay, wher's mine host Blague? Here Metrapolitane, the philistines are vpon vs, be silent, let vs serue the good Duke of Norfolke; but where is Smug. Here, a poxe on yee all dogs; I haue kild the greatest Bucke in Brians walke, shift for your selues, all the keepers are vp, lets meete in Enfield church porch, away we are all taken els. Raph hearst thou any stirring. I heard one speake here hard by in the bottome; peace Maister, speake low, zownes if I did not heare a bow goe off, and the Bucke bray, I neuer heard deere in my life. When went your fellows out into their walks? An hower a goe. S'life is there stealers abroad, and they cannot heare of them! where the deuill are my men to night! sirra goe vp the wind towards Buckleyes lodge. Ile cast about the bottome with my hound, and I will meete thee vnder Conyocke.