Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 486 words
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Then God for me: what make I so near? Good action, you shall not remove, I learned that phrase of mine uncle, boy, know what Adam hath bespoken for our palates. Where there a banquet to be had, More rate and dear, then that Vitellius made: It should be served in, but Horatio, What shall we eat that's costly, and that's rare? A roated Phoenix were excellent good for that Lady. And why for that Lady. Fare ech'd and deere bought, is good for you know hwo. For Ladies. I for Ladies. Then the most cheap stuff, and next to hand is good for you know who. For knaves. I for knaves. Adam what have you ready. Sir you may have a calves head. here's a Gentleman hath one in his hat already, no more. calves head I pray thee. Hast any Pheasants or Partridges? No, but if your Lordship will have a dish of Woodcocks. No for Godsake, they are the stalest meat with me of any, for I never sit to meat with these gallants, but there's Woodcocks clean through the table. Then unless you will have a Dotrell or a Gull. A Gull? why which of these Gent. wilt thou serve in? do you not hear how Adam flouts you? I mean a Seagull baked. I in any case let's have that, I have fed my wit on many a land-Gull, once let me banquet myself of a Seagull, some Sea Captain, I lay my life that has a desire to sup with me, but such as thou hast, I prithee be brief Lay the table in the withdrawing room. I will sir, your honour can have no Larks I'll assure you. And why? Two Citizens sons and a Poet bought up all i'th' town, flung away the bodies only to have a pie made of the brains. A sign either they lacked brains, or else they did it because they would bear a brain. T was told me that the young Lord Polymetes Was entered here. He that so told thee fellow told thee true. I cry your Lordship mercy, let this letter Supply th'unwilling office of my tongue, And be the sad reporter of my news. What ominous news can Polimetes daunt? Have we not Hyren here? Ovid not all thy Metam Metamorphosis Can show such transformation, oh my God! It is not possible, (is this my son?) A has mistook himself, my life a has, For the seven liberal sciences; a reads, The seven black deadly fins. Must you needs son turn over these linen leaves having such store of paper? this is miraculous. News, news my hearts will make your jocund souls dance in your bosoms, now which joyful tongue amongst you all cries first God save the Duke? God save Duke Polymetes. The news is not so happy. Tush look here. My Lord I'm sorry for your heaviness.
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Then God for mee▪ what make I ſo neare? Good action, you ſhall not remooue, I learnt that phraſe of myne vncle, boy, know what Adam hath beſpoken for our palates. Where there a banquet to be had, More rate and deere, then that Vitellius made: It ſhoulde be ſeru'd in, but Horatio, What ſhal wee eate that's coſtly, and that's rare? A roated Phoenix were excellent good for that Lady. Andf why for that Ladye. Fare ech'd and deere bought, is good for you know hwo. For Ladyes. I for Ladyes. Then the moſt cheape ſtuffe, and next to hand is good for you know who. For knaues. I for knaues. Adam what haue you ready. Sir you may haue a Calues head. here's a Gentleman hath one in his hat already, no more. Calues head I pray thee. Haſt any Pheaſants or Partriges? No, but if your Lord-ſhipe will haue a diſh of Woodcocks. No for God-ſake, they are the ſtaleſt meate with me of any, for I neuer ſit to meate with theſe gallants, but there's Woodcocks cleane through the table. Then vnleſſe you will haue a Dotrell or a Gull. A Gull? why which of theſe Gent. woot thou ſerue in? do you not heare how Adam flouts you? I meane a Sea-gull bakt. I in any caſe lets haue that, I haue fed my wit on many a land-Gull, once let mee banquet my ſelfe of a Sea-gull, ſome Sea Captain, I lay my life that has a deſire to ſup with mee, but ſuch as thou haſt, I prithee be briefe Lay the table in the with-drawing roome. I will ſir, your honor can haue no Larks Ile aſſure you. And why? Two Citizens ſonnes and a Poet bought vp all ith towne, flung away the bodies onely to haue a pye made of the braines. A ſigne either they lackd braines, or elſe they did it becauſe they would beare a braine. T was tolde me that the young Lord Polymetes Was entred here. He that ſo tolde thee fellow tolde thee true. I cry your Lordſhip mercy, let this letter Supply th▪ vn willing office of my tongue, And be the ſad reporter of my newes. What ominous news can Polimetes daunt? Haue we not Hyren heere? Ouid not all thy Metam orphoſis Can ſhew ſuch transformation, oh my God! It is not poſſible, (is this my ſonne?) A has miſtooke himſelfe, my life a has, For the ſeauen liberall ſciences; a reades, The ſeauen blacke deadly finnes. Muſt you needes ſonne turne ouer theſe linnen leaues hauing ſuch ſtore of paper? this is miraculous. Newes, newes my hearts will make your iocund ſoules daunce in your boſomes, now which ioyfull tongue amongſt you all cries firſt God ſaue the Duke? God ſaue Duke Polymetes. The newes is not ſo happy. Tuſh looke here. My Lord I'me ſorry for your he auineſſe.