Anonymous · published 1609 · first performed or written 1607 [1599-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 518 words
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Few good ones (may it please you) he handles a comb well, a brush better, and will drink Down a Dutchman, & has good skill in pricksong. I, i'll be sworn, he had when he was my Guest, Please it your Majesty to command him? Oh, we can no otherwise so well be pleased. I beseech your Majesty, I cannot sing. Nay, your denial will breed but greater expectation of your skill. I, I, please it your grace to hear? now he begins. My love can sing no other song, but still complains I did her. etc. I beseech your Majesty to let me go. With all our heart, Acutus give him liberty. Go, and for voice sake ye shall sing Ballads in the suburbs, and if ever hereafter ye chance to purchase a suit by what your friends shall leave ye, or the credit of your friend, be not drunk again, & give him hard words for his labour. What, is't effected Graccus? I have wrought the fool, Scilicet comes alone, & his Lady keeps the women company. Tush, we'll have a room scantly furnished with lights that shall further it. What sound is that? I, would ye so feign enter? i'll further it: please it your Majesty to accept what is not worth acceptance? here are a company to Gratulate these nuptials, have prepared a show, I fear not worth the sight, if you shall deem to give them the beholding of it. Else should we wrong their kindness much: Accutus, be it your care to give them kindest welcome, we cannot recompense their loves without much behold. Now for the cunning vizarding of them, & 'tis done. Now we shall behold the shows. Actaeon and his Dogs I pray Iupiter. 'Slid there's one bird I do not like her voice. By my troth me thought one should be my husband, I could even discern his voice through his vizard. And truly by his head one should be mine. And surely by his ears one should be my sweet heart. Accutus, you have deserved much of our love, But might we not break the law of sport so far, As to know to whom our thanks is due, By seeing them unmasked, and the reason of their habits? Most willingly my Sovereign, i'll cause their return. Oh excellent! now we shall see them unmasked. In troth I had good hope the foremost had been Actaeon when I saw his horns. Sure the middlemost was my husband, see if he have not a wen in his forehead. God bless thee noble Caesar, & all these brave bridegrooms with their fine little dydoppers, that look before they sleep to throw away their maiden heads: I am host of the Hobby, Cornut is my neighbour, but we'll pull of his bopeeper, thou'lt know me by my nose, I am a mad merry grig, come to make thy grace laugh, sir Scillicet my guest, all true canaries that love juice of grapes, god bless thy Majesty. How now mine Host? Ha, ha, I spy a jest, ha ha, Cornutus, Cornutus.
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Few good ones (may it pleaſe you) he handles a comb wel, a bruſh better, and will drink Downe a Dutchman, & has good skill in prickſong. I, ile be ſworne, he had when he was my Gueſt, Pleaſe it your Maieſtie to commaund him? Oh, we can no otherwiſe ſo well be pleaſed. I beſeech your Maieſtie, I cannot ſing. Nay, your denyall will breed but greater expectation of your skill. I, I, pleaſe it your grace to heare? now he begins. My loue can ſing no other ſong, but ſtill complaines I did her. &c. I beſeech your Maieſtie to let me goe. With all our heart, Acutus giue him libertie. Goe, and for voice ſake yee ſhall ſing Ballads in the ſuburbes, and if euer heereafter ye chance to purchaſe a ſuite by what your friends ſhal leaue ye, or the credit of your friend, be not drunk again, & giue him hard words for his labour. What, iſt effected Graccus? I haue wrought the foole, Scilicet comes alone, & his Lady keeps the women company. Tuſh, weele haue a room ſcantly furniſht with lights that ſhall further it. What ſound is that? I, would ye ſo faine enter? ile further it: pleaſe it your Maieſtie to accept what is not worth acceptance? heere are a company to Gratulate theſe nuptials, haue prepard a ſhow, I feare not worth the ſight, if you ſhall deeme to giue them the beholding of it. Elſe ſhould we wrong their kindnes much: Accutus, be it your care to giue them kindeſt welcome, we cannot recompence their loues without much beholdings. Now for the cunning vizarding of them, & tis done. Now we ſhall beholde the ſhowes. Acteon and his Dogs I pray Iupiter. Sli'd there's one bird I doe not like her voice. By my troth me thought one ſhould be my huſband, I could euen diſcerne his voice thorough his vizard. And truely by his head one ſhould be mine. And ſurely by his eares one ſhould be my ſweet heart. Accutus, you haue deſerued much of our loue, But might we not breake the law of ſport ſo farre, As to know to whome our thankes is due, By ſeeing them vnmaskt, and the reaſon of their habits? Moſt willingly my Soueraigne, ile cauſe their returne. Oh excellent! now we ſhal ſee them vnmaskt. In troth I had good hope the formoſt had bene Acteon when I ſaw his hornes. Sure the middlemoſt was my husband, ſee if he haue not a wen in his fore-head. God bleſſe thee noble Caeſar, & all theſe braue bridegroomes with their fine little dy-doppers, that looke before they ſleep to throw away their maiden heads: I am hoſt of the Hobbie, Cornut is my neighbour, but wele pull of his bopeeper, thou't know me by my noſe, I am a mad merie grig, come to make thy grace laugh, ſir Scillicet my gueſt, all true canaries that loue iuce of grapes, god bleſſe thy Maieſtie. How now mine Hoſt? Ha, ha, I ſpie a ieſt, ha ha, Cornutus, Cornutus.