Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 514 words
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A lass an't please your worship, there's not one of them to be found sir. How? What says the fellow? Neither horse nor man sir. Body of me thou liest. Not a hair of either sir. How now sir Bounteous. Cheated and defeated, ungag that rascal, I'll hang him for's fellows, I'll make him bring 'em out. Did not I tell your worship this before, brought 'em before you for suspected persons, Hayd 'em at towns end upon warning given, made signs that my very jaw bone aches, your worship would not hear me, called me ass, saving your worship's presence laughed at me. Ha? I begin to taste it. Give me leave, give me leave, why art not thou the Constable i'th' Comedy? Ith' comedy? why I am the constable i'th' common wealth sir. I am gulled i'faith, I am gulled, when wast thou chose? On thursday last sir. A pox go with'ht, there't goes. I seldom heard jest match it. Nor I i'faith. Gentlemen shall I entreat a courtesy? What is't sir? Do not laugh at me seven year hence. we should betray and laugh at our own folly then, for of my troth none here but was deceived in't. Faith that's some comfort yet, ha, ha, it was featly carried, troth I commend their wits, before our faces, make us asses while we sit still, and only laugh at ourselves. Faith they were some counterfeit rogues sir. Why they confess so much themselves, they said they'll play the slip, they should be men of their words, I hope the justice will have more conscience i'faith, then to carry away a chain of a hundred mark of that fashion. What sir? I by my troth sir, besides a jewel, and a jewels fellow, a good fair watch that hung about my neck sir. 'sfoot what did you mean sir? methinks my Lord Owemuch's players should not scorn me so i'faith they will come and bring all again I know, push they will i'faith, but a jest certainly. Pray Grandsire give me your blessing? Who? Son Folliwit? This shows like kneeling after the play, I praying for my Lord Owemuch and his good Countess, our honourable Lady and mistress. Rise richer by a blessing, thou art welcome. Thanks good grandsire, I was bold to bring those gentlemen my friends. Theyre all welcome, salute you that side, & i'll welcome this side. Sir to begin with you. Master Folly-wit. I am glad 'tis our fortune so happily to meet sir. Nay then you know me not sir. Sweet Mistress Harebrain. You cannot be too bold sir. Our marriage known? Not a word yet. The better. Faith son would you had come sooner with these gentlemen. Why Grandsire? We had a play here. A play sir, no. Yes faith, a pox a'th' Author. Bless us all, why were they such vild ones sir? I am sure villainous ones sir. Some raw-simple fools. Nay byth' mass these were enough for thievish knaves. What sir? Which way came you gentlemen, you could not choose but meet 'em.
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A laſſe an't pleaſe your worſhip, ther's not one of them to be found ſir. How? What ſaies the fellow? Neither horſe nor man ſir. Body of me thou lieſt. Not a haire of either ſir. How now sir Bounteous. Cheated and defeated, vngag that raſcall, Ile hang him for's fellowes, Ile make him bring em out. Did not I tell your worſhip this before, brought em before you for ſuſpected perſons, Hayd em at townes end vpon warning giuen, made ſignes that my very iaw bone akes, your worſhip would not heare me, cald me Aſle, ſauing your worſhips preſence laught at me. Ha? I begin to taſte it. Giue me leaue, giue me leaue, why art not thou the Conſtable it'h Comedy? Ith comedy? why I am the conſtable i'th common wealth ſir. I am guld yfaith, I am guld, when waſt thou choſe? On thurſday laſt ſir. A pox go wit'ht, ther't goes. I ſeldome heard Ieſt match it. Nor I yfaith. Gentlemen ſhal I intreat a curteſy? What iſt ſir? Do not laugh at me ſeauen yeare hence. Wee ſhould betray and laugh at our owne folly then, for of my troth none heere but was deceiud int. Faith thats ſome comfort yet, ha, ha, it was feately carried, troth I commend their wits, before our faces, make vs aſſes while we ſit ſtill, and onely laugh at our ſelues. Faith they were ſome counterfeit rogues ſir. Why they confeſſe ſo much them ſelues, they ſaide theyd play the ſlip, they ſhold be men of their words, I hope the Iuſtice will haue more conſcience yfaith, then to cary away a chaine of a hundred marke of that faſhion. What ſir? I by my troth ſir, beſides a iewell, and a iewels fellowe, a good faire watch that hung about my neck ſir. Sfoote what did you meane ſir? Me thinkes my Lord Owemuches players ſhould not ſcorne me ſo yfaith they will come and bring all agen I know, puſh they will yfaith, but a ieaſt certainly. Pray Grandſire giue me your bleſſing? Who? Sonne Folliwit? This ſhowes like kneeling after the play, I praying for my Lord Owemuch and his good Counteſſe, our honourable Lady and miſtreſſe. Riſe richer by a bleſſing, thou art welcome. Thankes good grandſire, I was bold to bring thoſe gentlemen my friends. Theyre all welcome, ſalute you that ſide, & ile welcome this ſide. Sir to begin with you. Maſter Follywit. I am glad tis our fortune ſo happily to meete ſir. Nay then you know me not ſir. Sweete Miſtris Harebraine. You cannot be too bold ſir. Our mariage knowne? Not a word yet. The better. Faith ſonne would you had come ſooner with theſe gentlemen. Why Grandſire? We had a play here. A play ſir, no. Yes faith, a pox a'th Author. Bles vs all, why were they ſuch vild ones ſir? I am ſure villanous ones ſir. Some rawe-ſimple fooles. Nay bith maſſe theſe were enough for the euiſh knaues. What ſir? Which way came you gentlemen, you could not chooſe but meete em.