Chapman, George · published 1611 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 526 words
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'Sfoot she's an Ass, honour woos me, preferment calls me, and I must lie pampered in a wench's lap, because she dotes on me. Honour says no, Lieutenant, Pugna pro patria, we must to't i'faith and seek our portion amongst the scratched faces. Mistress, Mistress, is he gone? who's that calls there? I heard nobody. No? there was one called Mistress: I say who called Mistress, 'sblood I hope I am not drunk. In truth sir I heard nobody. I tell thee I smelled a voice here in my entry, 'sfoot I'll make it smell worse and cheer it again. O me, he'll draw upon his own shadow in this humour, if it take the wall of him. Follow him Fannio, look he do no harm for God sake. Help, help, help. Name of God, what's there to do? Good Captain do not hurt me. Sounds is hell broke loose? why Snail, though you can sing songs and do things Snail, I must not allow ye to creep into my wives coalhouse, what Snail into my withdrawing chamber? I beseech your Worship hear me speak. O Snail, this is a hard case; no room serve your turn, but my wives coalhouse, and her other house of office annexed to it? a privy place for herself, and me sometimes, and will you use it being a stranger? 'slight how comes this about? up sirrah and call your Mistress. A plague of all disguises. Alas poor Snail, what didst thou make here? I protest sir for no harm, my Mistress called me in to sweep her chimney, and because I did it not to her mind, she made me do penance in her coalhouse. Search him Captain and see, if he have stolen nothing. Kill me, hang me, if I have. Yes Snail, and beside I hear complaints of you, you're an old luxurious hummerer about wench's Snail, does this become your gravity sir? Lieutenant, fetch me a coal-sack, I'll put him in it and hang him up for a sign. I beseech your Worship be good to me. Good Captain pardon him, since he has done nothing but swept your chimney worse than my Mistress would have it swept, he will do it better another time. Well Snail, at this Gentleman's request, (to whom I can deny nothing) I release you for this once, but let me take you no more thus I advise you. Not while I live good Captain. Hence, trudge you drudge, go away. A plague of all disguises. I have looked about all the house for my Mistress sir, but I cannot find her. Go then, look all about the town for her too; come in Lieutenant, let's repose a little after our liquour. Dear life, be resolute, that no respect Heighted above the compass of your love, Depress the equal comforts it retains; For since it finds a firm consent in both, And both our births and years agree so well, If both our aged parents should refuse, For any common object of the world, To give their hands to ours, let us resolve To live together like our lives and souls.
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S'fut she's an Asse, honour wooes me, preferment cals me, and I must lye pampred in a wenches lap, because shee dotes on me. Honour saies no, Lieftenant, Pugna pro patria, we must too't yfaith and seeke our portion amongst the scratcht faces. Mistris, Mistris, is he gone? Whoe's that cais there? I heard no body. No? there was one cald Mistris: I say who cald Mistris, s'blood I hope I am not drunke. In truth sir I heard no body. I tell thee I smelt a voice here in my entry, s'fut Ile make it smell worse and'cheare it againe. O me, hee'll draw vpon his owne shaddow in this humour, if it take the wall of him. Follow him Fannio, looke he doe no harme for God sake. Helpe, helpe, helpe. Name of God, what's there to doe? Good Captaine doe not hurt me. Sounds is hell broke loose? why Snaile, though you can sing songs and doe things Snaile, I must not allow yee to creepe into my wiues cole-house, what Snaile into my withdrawing chamber? I beseech your Worship heare me speake. O Snaile, this is a hard case; no roome serue your turne, but my wiues cole-house, and her other house of office annext to it? a priuy place for her selfe, and me sometimes, and will you vse it being a stranger? s'light how comes this about? vp sirha and call your Mistris. A plague of all disguises. Alas poore Snaile, what didst thou make here? I protest sir for no harme, my Mistris cald me in to sweepe her chimney, and because I did it not to her minde, shee made me doe pennance in her cole-house. Search him Captaine and see, if he haue stolen nothing. Kill me, hang me, if I haue. Yes Snaile, and besides I heare complaints of you, y'are an old luxurious hummerer about wenches Snaile, does this become your grauity sir? Lieftenant, fetch me a cole-sacke, Ile put him in it and hang him vp for a signe. I beseech your Worship be good to me. Good Captaine pardon him, since he has done nothing but swept your chimney worse then my Mistris would haue it swept, he will doe it better another time. Well Snaile, at this Gentlemans request, (to whom I can denie nothing) I release you for this once, but let me take you no more thus I aduise you. Not while I liue good Captaine. Hence, trudge you dudge, goe away. A plague of all disguises. I haue look't about all the house for my Mistris sir, but I cannot finde her. Goe then, looke all about the towne for her too; come in Lieftenant, lets repose a little after our liquor. DEare life, be resolute, that no respect Heighted aboue the compasse of your loue, Depresse the equall comforts it retaines; For since it finds a firme consent in both, And both our births and yeares agree so well, If both our aged parents should refuse, For any common obiect of the world, To giue their hands to ours, let vs resolue To liue together like our liues and soules.