Jonson, Ben · published 1609 · first performed or written 1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 488 words
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What is the man possessed trow? this is strange, Rachel I see is gone with Angelo: Well i'll once again unto the priory, And see if I can meet them. 'tis too true, thoust made away my child, how haste my gold: O what hyena called me out of doors, The thief is gone: my gold's gone, Rachel's gone, all's gone? save I that spend my cries in vain, But i'll hence too, and die or end this pain. 'swounds, let me go, hay catso, catch him alive, I call, I call, boy, I come, I come sweet heart. Page hold my rapier, while I hold my friend here. O here's a sweet metamorphosis, a couple of buzzards turned to a pair of peacocks. signor Onion, lend me thy boy to unhang my rapier. On. signor juniper for once or so, but troth is, you must inveigle, as I have done, my Lords page here a poor follower of mine. Hei ho, your page then sha'not be super intendent upon me? he shall not be addicted? he shall not be incident? he shall not be incident? he shall not be incident, shall he? O sweet signor juniper. juni 'sblood stand away princocks? do not aggravate my joy. Nay good Master. Onion. Nay and he have the heart to draw my blood, let him come. I'll slice you Onion, I'll slice you? I'll cleave you juniper. Why hold, hold, hough? what do you mean? Let him come Ingle, stand by boy, his alabaster blade cannot fear me. Why hear you sweet signor, let not there be any contention, between my Master & you, about me, if you want a page sir, I can help you to a proper stripling. Canst thou? what parentage? what ancestry? what genealogy is he? A french boy sir. Has he his French linguist? has he? ay, sir. Then transport him: her's a crusado for thee. You will not, imbecile my servant with your benevolence will you, hold boy their's a portmanteau for thee. Lord sir. Do take it boy, it's three pounds ten shill. a portmanteau. I thank your Lordship. Sirrah Ningle: thou art a traveler, and I honour thee. I prithee discourse? cherish thy muse? discourse? Of what sir? Of what thou wilt. 'sblood? hang sorrow? Prithee Valentine assoil me one thing. 'tis pity to soil you sir, your new apparel. Mass thou sayst true, apparel makes a man forget himself. Begin, find your tongue Ningle. Now will gull these ganders rarely: Gentlemen having in my peregrination through Mesopotamia. Speak legibly, this game's gone, without the great mercy of God, Here's a fine tragedy indeed. there's a kaiser's royal. By God's lid, nor King nor Kaiser shall? Where? where? Finio, where be they. Go to, i'll be with you anon. O her's the page signor juniper: What sayth monsieur Onion, boy. What say you sir. Tread out boy. Take up, you mean sir.
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What is the man poſſeſt trow? this is ſtrange, Rachel I ſee is gone with Angelo: Well ile once againe vnto the priory, And ſee if I can meete them. Tis too true, Th'aſt made away my child, how haſt my gold: O what Hienna cald me out of dores, The theife is gone: my gold's gone, Rachels gone, Al's gone? ſaue I that ſpend my cries in vaine, But ile hence too, and die or end this paine. Swonds, let me goe, hay catſo, catch him aliue, I call, I call, boy, I come, I come ſweet heart. Page hold my rapier, while I hold my freind here. O heer's a ſweet metamorphoſis, a cupple of buzzards turn'd to a paire of peacocks. Signior Onion, lend me thy boy to vnhang my rapier. On. Signior Iuniper for once or ſo, but troth is, you muſt inueigle, as I haue done, my Lords page here a poor folower of mine. Hei ho, your page then ſha'not be ſuper intendent vpon me? he ſhall not be addicted? he ſhall not be incident? he ſhall not be incident? he ſhall not be incident, ſhall he? O ſweet ſignior Iuniper. Iuni Sbloud ſtand away princocks? do not aggrauate my ioy. Nay good Maiſter. Onion. Nay and he haue the heart to draw my bloud, let him come. Ile ſlice you Onion, Ile ſlice you? Ile cleaue you Iuniper. Why hold, hold, hough? what do you meane? Let him come Ingle, ſtand by boy, his allebaſter blad cannot feare me. Why heare you ſweet ſignior, let not there be any contētion, betweene my Maiſter & you, about me, if you want a page ſir, I can helpe you to a proper ſtripling. Canſt thou? what parentage? what anceſtry? what genealogy is he? A french boy ſir. Has he his French linguiſt? has he? I, ſir. Then tranſport him: her's a cruſado for thee. You will not, imbecell my ſeruant with your beneuolence will you, hold boy their's a portmantu for thee. Lord ſir. Do take it boy, its three pounds ten ſhill. a portmantu. I thanke your Lordſhip. Sirrah Ningle: thou art a traueller, and I honour thee. I prithee diſcourſe? cheriſh thy muſe? diſcourſe? Of what ſir? Of what thou wilt. Sbloud? hang ſorrow? Prithy Valentine aſſoile me one thing. Tis pitty to ſoile you ſir, your new apparell. Maſſe thou ſaiſt true, aparel makes a man forget himſelf. Begin, find your tongue Ningle. Now will gull theſe ganders rarely: Gentlemen hauing in my peregrinatiō through Meſopotamia. Speake legibly, this gam's gone, without the great mercy of God, Heres a fine tragedy indeed. Thers a Keiſars royall. By Gods lid, nor King nor Keiſar ſhall? Where? where? Finio, where be they. Go to, ile be with you anon. O her's the page ſignior Iuniper: What ſayth monſier Onion, boy. What ſay you ſir. Tread out boy. Take vp, you meane ſir.