Anonymous · published 1609 · first performed or written 1607 [1599-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 509 words
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This was excellently performed, i'faith a better breathing then a game at bowls. they'll give you the good salve any time this month, for I am sure they have salving enough for so long. I pity the fool i'faith, but the other Horseleech, I wish his blows trebled: I conversed with him, but a Rogue so stuffed with a library of new minited words, so tearing the sense, I never met with. But now we have spoiled our determinate dinner at my hostess of the Hobbye, we shall now be known. That holds well still, I am taken for a proved friend, and thou shalt be disguised till I have wrought a league by virtue of a pottle of Canary. Content, mine Host shall be accessary, and i'll be a servitor to observe miracles. They are good subjects for idle hours: but soft what second course is entering here? For I did but kiss her: Bos, how lik'st thou my relish? Oh Sir, relish but your liquor as you do your song, you may go drunk to bed any day in the week. Sister awake, close not, etc. does my face hold colour still? I, and you would but scaviage the pavilion of your nose. I marry Accutus how lik'st thou this Gentlewoman Gallant? A good states man, for common wealth of Brownists, the Rogue hates a Church like a Counter? I, and if my Lady Argentile were dead, he would rather live upon alms than fall to work, So: he might have toleration, What, shall's close with them? In any case, but in some mild embrace, for if we should continue thus rough, we should be shunned like an Appoplex. Gallants, the fortune of the day runs with ye, what all at 〈◊〉 chance? how is't? how is't? Sir, I think 'twas you bestowed some abuse of me other day. Which I would wipe out of your memory with satisfaction of a double courtesy. I accept it i'faith sir, I am not prone to anger, I assist ye the following night knew not my anger: your acquaintance signor. Fie, without ceremony; let's yoke this triplicity as we did in the days of old, with mirth and melody. I, say you so? then Coll her and clip her, & kiss her too, etc. The triplicity, here's those has sup: at an ordinary. This gallant humours. But the other walks a lose. The triplicity, here's those has cracked Glasses, & drawn blood of a Tapster. The visitation of your hand sir. The Triplicity, will colours change? Sir, take no offence I beseech ye, we gave only satisfaction for an old injury, but in the degree of amity yourself sits in the superlative. Not so sir, but in respect. What kind is your Dog of Sir? Very kind to any thing but his meat, that he devours with great alacrity. Where was he bred? In a Bitch. What country? A kind of Mongrel, he will carry, but not fetch, marry he is to be put to a dancing school for instruction.
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This was excellentlye performd, ifaith a better breathing then a game at bowles. Theile giue you the good ſalue any time this month, for I am ſure they haue ſaluing enough for ſo long. I pittie the foole yfaith, but the tother Horſeleach, I wiſh his blowes trebled: I conuerſt with him, but a Rogue ſo ſtuft with a lybrary of new minited words, ſo tearing the ſence, I neuer met with. But now we haue ſpoilde our determinate dinner at my hoſteſſe of the Hobbye, we ſhall nowe bee knowne. That holds well ſtill, I am taken for a prooued friend, and thou ſhalt be diſguiſed till I haue wrought a league by vertue of a pottle of Canarie. Content, mine Hoſt ſhall be acceſſarie, and ile be a ſeruiter to obſerue myracles. They are good ſubiects for idle houres: but ſoft what ſecond courſe is entring heere? For I did but kiſſe her: Bos, how lik'ſt thou my reliſh? Oh Sir, reliſh but your licour as you doe your ſong, you may goe drunke to bed any day in the weeke. Siſter awake, cloſe not, &c. does my face hold colour ſtill? I, and you would but ſcauiage the pauilion of your noſe. I marrie Accutus how likſt thou this Gentlewoman Gallant? A good ſtateſ man, for common wealth of Browniſts, the Rogue hates a Church like a Counter? I, and if my Ladie Argentile were dead, he wold rather liue vppon almes then fall to worke, So: he might haue tolleration, What, ſhal's cloſe with them? In any caſe, but in ſome milde imbrace, for if we ſhould continue thus rough, we ſhould be ſhund like an Appoplex. Gallants, the fortune of the day runs with ye, what all at chance? how iſt? how iſt? Sir, I think twas you beſtowd ſome abuſe of me tother day. Which I would wipe out of your memorie with ſatisfaction of a double curteſie. I accept it yfaith ſir, I am not prone to anger, I aſſiſte ye the following night knewe not my anger: your acquaintance Signior. Fye, without ceremony; lets yoake this triplicity as we did in the daies of olde, with mirth and melody. I, ſay you ſo? then Coll her and clip her, & kiſſe her too, &c. The triplicitie, heere's thoſe has ſup: at an ordinarie. This gallant humors. But the other walkes a looſe. The triplicitie, heere's thoſe has crackt Glaſſes, & drawne blood of a Tapſter. The viſitation of your hand ſir. The Triplicitie, will colours change? Sir, take no offence I beſeech ye, we gaue onelye ſatisfaction for an olde iniurie, but in the degree of amitie your ſelfe ſits in the ſuperlatiue. Not ſo ſir, but in reſpect. What kinde is your Dogge of Sir? Verie kinde to any thing but his meate, that hee deuours with great alacritie. Where was he bred? In a Bitch. What countrie? A kinde of Mungrill, he will carrie, but not fetch, marrie hee is to be put to a dauncing ſchoole for inſtruction.