Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 504 words
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Take your revenge by Law. It will be thought Your greatness, and our money carries it: for some say some men on the back of Law, May ride and rule it like a patient Ass, And with a Golden Bridle in the mouth, Direct it unto any thing they please, other's report, it is a spider's web Made to entangle the poor helpless Flies, Whilst the great Spiders that did make it first, and rule it, sit i'th' midst secure and laugh, My Law in this shall only be my sword, But peradventure not this month or two. This month or two. I'll be your second then. You proffer too much honour, my good Lord. And I will be your third. I'll not be fourth, nor fift, For the old proverb's good, which long hath been, Says safest 'tis sleeping in a whole skin. Godamercy Nab, I'll ha' thee, and be but for thy manhood. Wife, my Lady Ninnie, do ye hear your Son, he speaks seldom, but when he speaks. He speaks Proverbs Efaith. Oh, 'tis a pestilence Knight Mistress Lucida. I and a pocky. This month or two, d'ye love me, not before, It may be I will live so long Fame's Whore. What lowering Star ruled my Nativity, You'll come to dinner? Yes. Good-morrow brother, Come, let's be merry in despite of all, And make this day (as 'tshould be) festival. This sour thwart beginning may portend Good, and be crowned with a delicious end. So, I'll not see you till my task be done, So much false time I set to my intent, Which instantly I mean to execute, To cut off all means of prevention, Which if they knew my day, they would assay: Now for the Merchant's honour, hit all right, Kate, your young Strange will lie with you tonight. What a stir is here made about lying with a Gentlewoman, I have been lain with, a hundred and hundred times, and nothing has come on't, but haulke, hum, haulke, hum, oh, oh. Thus have I done for this month or two, haulke, hum. Ah Gods will, are you at it, you have acted your Name too much, sweet Mistress is Wagtail, this was wittily, though somewhat knavishly followed on me. umh, a my Conscience I am peppered, well thou tumblest not for nothing, for he Dances as well that got thee, and plays as well on the Viol, and yet he must not Father thee, I have better men; let me remember them, and here in my Melancholy. choose out one Rich enough, to reward this my stale Virginity, or fit enough, to marry my little Honesty; Haulke, hawk. She has a shroud reach, I see that, what a casting she keeps, marry my Comfort is, we shall hear by and by, who has given her the Casting Bottle. Hawk, hawk, hawk, bitter, bitter, pray God I hurt not the Babe: Well, let me see, I'll begin with Knights, Inprimis, Sir Iohn Dootwell, and Sir William Burnit.
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Take your reuenge by Law. It will be thought Your greatnesse, and our money carries it: Forsome say some men on the backe of Law, May ride and rule it like a patient Asse, And with a Golden Bridle in the mouth, Direct it vnto any thing they please, Others report, it is a Spiders web Made to intangle the poore helplesse Flies, Whilst the great Spiders that did make it first, and rule it, sit i'th midst secure and laugh, My Law in this shall onely be my sword, But peraduenture not this month or two. This month or two. Ile be your second then. You proffer too much honor, my good Lord. And I will be your third. Ile not be fourth, nor fift, For the old Prouerbe's good, which long hath bin, Sayes safest tis sleeping in a whole skin. Godamercy Nab, Ile ha thee, and bee but for thy manhood. Wife, my Ladie Ninnie, do ye heare your Son, he speakes seldome, but when he speakes. He speakes Prouerbes Efaith. Oh, tis a pestlence Knight Mistris Lucida. I and a pocky. This month or two, de'e loue me, not before, It may be I will liue so long Fames Whore. What lowring Starre rul'd my Natiuity, Youle come to dinner? Yes. Good-morrow brother, Come, let's be merry in despight of all, And make this day (as t'should be) festiuall. This sowre thwart beginning may portend Good, and be crown'd with a delicious end. So, Ile not see you till my taske be done, So much false time I set to my intent, Which instantly I meane to execute, To cut off all meanes of preuention, Which if they knew my day, they would assay: Now for the Merchants honor, hit all right, Kate, your yong Strange wil lie with you to night. What a stir is heere made about lying with a Gentlewoman, I haue beene lien with, a hundered and hundred times, and nothing has come on't, but haulke, hum, haulke, hum, oh, oh. Thus haue I done for this month or two, haulke, hum. Ah Gods will, are you at it, you haue acted your Name too much, sweete Mistris is Wagtaile, this was wittily, though somewhat knauishly followed on me. Vmh, a my Conscience I am pepper'd, well thou tumblest not for nothing, for hee Daunces as well that got thee, and playes as well on the Violl, and yet hee must not Father thee, I haue better men; let mee remember them, and heere in my Melancholy. choose out one Rich enough, to rewarde this my stale Virginitie, or fitte enough, to marrie my little Honestie; Haulke, hauke. Shee has a shrowde reach, I see that, what a casting shee keepes, marrie my Comfort is, wee shall heare by and by, who has giuen her the Casting Bottle. Hawk, hawke, hawke, bitter, bitter, pray God I hurt not the Babe: Well, let mee see, Ile beginne with Knightes, Inprimis, Sir Iohn Doot-well, and Sir William Burnit.