Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 491 words
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Yet again? I desire it I say. Since your worship will needs know't, they have stolen away a jewel in a blue silk ribbon of a hundred pound price, beside some hundred pounds in fair Spur-Royals. That's some two hundred i'th' total. Your worship's much about it Sir. Come follow me, I'll make that whole again in so much money, let not my Lord know on't. Oh pardon me Sir Bounteous, that were a dishonour to my Lord, should it come to his ear, I should hazard my undoing by it. How should it come to his ear? if you be my Lords chief man about him, I hope you do not use to speak, unless you be paid for't, and I had rather give you a councillors double Fee to hold your peace, come, go too, follow me I say. There will be scarce time to tell it sir, my Lord will away instantly. His honour shall stay dinner by his leave, I'll prevail with him so far; and now I remember a lest; I bade the whoreson thieves to dinner last night, I would I might have their companies, a pox poison 'em. Faith and you are like to have no other guess Sir Bounteous, if you have none but us, I'll give you that gift i'faith. YOu see bold guests Master Hareb. You're kindly welcome to my house; good Master Inesse, and Master Possibility. That's our presumption Sir. Rafe? Here Sir. Call down your mistress to welcome these two Gentlemen my friends. I shall Sir. I will observe her carriage, and watch The slippery revolutions of her eye, I'll lie in wait for every glance she gives, And poise her words i'th' balance of suspect, If she but swag she's gone, either on this hand Over familiar, or this, too neglectful, It does behove her carry herself even. But master Hareb. True, I hear you sir; was't you said? I have not spoke it yet Sir. Right, so I say. Is it not strange, that in so short a time, my little Lady Gulman should be so violently handled? Oh, sickness has no mercy sir, It neither pities Lady's lip, nor eye, It crops the Rose out of the virgin's cheek, And so deflowers her that was near deflowered, Fools then are maids to lock from men that treasure, Which death will pluck, and never yield 'em pleasure; Ah gentlemen, though I shadow it, that sweet virgin's sickness grieves me not lightly, she was my wives only delight and company; Did you not hear her gentlemen, i'th' midst Of her extremest fit, still how she called upon my wife, Remembered still my wife, sweet mistress Harebrain, When she sent for me, a one side of her bed stood the Physician, the Scrivener on the other, two horrible objects, but, mere opposites in the course of their lives, for the Scrivener binds folks, and the Physician makes them loose.
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Yet againe? I deſire it I ſay. Since your worſhip will needs know't, they haue ſtolne away a iewell in a blew ſilke riband of a hundred pound price, beſide ſome hundred pounds in faire Spur-Royals. That's ſome two hundred it'h totall. Your worſhip's much about it Sir. Come follow me, Ile make that whole againe in ſo much money, let not my Lord know on't. Oh pardon me Sir Bounteous, that were a diſhonor to my Lord, ſhould it come to his eare, I ſhould hazard my vndoing by' it. How ſhould it come to his eare? if you be my Lords chiefe man about him, I hope you do not vſe to ſpeake, vnles you be paid for't, and I had rather giue you a Councellors double Fee to hold your peace, come, go too, follow me I ſay. There will be ſcarce time to tell it ſir, my Lord wil away inſtantly. His honour ſhall ſtay dinner by his leaue', I'le preuaile with him ſo far; and now I remember a leſt; I bad the whoreſon theeues to dinner laſt night, I would I might haue their companies, a pox poyſon e'm. Faith and you are like to haue no other gueſſe Sir Bounteous, if you haue none but vs, I'le giue you that gift yfaith. YOu ſee bould gueſts Maſter Hareb. You'r kindly welcome to my houſe; good Maſter Ineſſe, and Maſter Poſſibilitie. That's our preſumption Sir. Rafe? Here Sir. Call downe your miſtris to welcome theſe two Gentlemen my friends. I shall Sir. I will obſerue her carriage, and watch The ſlipperie reuolotions of her eye, Ile lie in waite for euery glance ſhe giues, And poyze her words it'h ballance of ſuſpect, If ſhe but ſwag ſhee's gon, either on this hand Ouer familiar, or this, too neglectfull, It do's behoue her carry her ſelfe euen. But maſter Hareb. True, I heare you ſir; wa'ſt you ſaid? I haue not ſpoke it yet Sir. Right, ſo I ſay. Is it not ſtrange, that in ſo ſhort a time, my little Lady Gulman ſhould be ſo violently handled? Oh, ſicknes has no mercy ſir, It neither pitties Ladies lip, nor eye, It crops the Roſe out of the Virgins cheeke, And ſo deſlowres her that was nere deſlorw'd, Fooles then are maides to locke from men that treaſure, Which death will plucke, and neuer yeeld e'm pleaſure; Ah gentlemen, tho I ſhadow it, that ſweet Virgins ſicknes griues mee not lightly, ſhee was my wiues onely delight and company; Did you not heare her gentlemen, it'h midſt Of her extreameſt ſit, ſtill how ſhe cald vpon my wife, Remembred ſtill my wife, ſweet miſtris Harebraine, When ſhe ſent for me, a one ſide of her bed ſtood the Phiſitian, the Scriuener on the other, two horrible obiects, but, meere oppoſites in the courſe of their liues, for the Scriuener bindes folkes, and the Phiſitian makes them looſe.