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 · 499 words
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A hot Knight by my Faith, Dootwell and Burnit too. For old Sir Innocent Ninnie, my Master, if I speak my Conscience look ye, I cannot directly accuse him, much has he been about, but done nothing; marry for S. Abraham, I will not altogether quit him, let me see, there's four Knights, now for Gentlemen. And so she'll come down to the footmen. Master Lovall, Master Liveby't, and M. Pendant, huke, hi, up, hi, up. By this light I have heard enough, shall I hold your belly too, fair Maid of the fashion? What say ye Jack Sauce? Oh fie, ill Mutton, you are too angry; why look ye, I am my lords Page, and you are my Lady's Gentlewoman, we should agree better, and I pray whether are you riding with this burden in your Dosser. Why Sir, out of Town, I hope 'tis not the first time you have seen a child carried out of Town in a Dosser, for fear of the Plague. You have answered me I promise you, but who put it in I pray. Not you Sir, I know by your asking. ay, alas, I know that by my Talon; for I remember thus much Philosophy of my schoolmasters, Ex nihilo nihil fit; but come, setting this Duello of wit aside, I have overheard your Confession, and your casting about for a Father, and in troth in mere Charity, came in to relieve you. In the scroll of Beasts, Horses, and Asses, that have fed upon this Common of yours, you named one Pendant, Faith Wench let him be the Father, he is a very handsome Gentleman I can tell you, in my lords favour, I'll be both secret and your friend, to my Lord, let it be him, he shall either reward thee bountifully, or marry thee. Sir you speak like an understanding young Gentleman, and I acknowledge myself much bound to you for your Counsel. Will, Will. My Lord has sent him to call me, now I hold a wager on't, if thou be'st not a Fool, as most weighting women are, thou'lt use him in his kind. Why Will I say, go, my Lord calls extremely, Did not I say so, Come this is but a trick to send me off Sir. A notable little Rascal, pretty Mistress Wagtail: why d'ye walk so melancholy, I sent him hence a purpose; Come shall's do? Do, what would you do, have done too much already. What's the matter. I am with child by you. By me? why by me? a good jest i'faith. You'll find it Sir in earnest. Why, do you think I am such an Ass to believe nobody has meddled with you, but I. Do you wrong me so much to think otherwise. This 'tis for a poor Damsel like myself, To yield her Honour and her youth to any, Who strait conceives she does so unto many, and as I have a soul to save, 'tis true.
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A hot Knight by my Faith, Dootwell and Burnit too. For old Sir Innocent Ninnie, my Maister, if I speak my Conscience looke yee, I cannot directly accuse him, much has hee been about, but done nothing; marrie for S. Abraham, I will not altogether quit him, let me see, theres foure Knights, now for Gentlemen. And so shee'le come downe to the footmen. Maister Louall, Maister Liueby't, and M. Pendant, huke, hi, vp, hi, vp. By this light I haue heard enough, shall I holde your belly too, faire Maide of the fashion? What say ye Iacke Sawce? Oh fie, ill Mutton, you are too angry; why look ye, I am my Lordes Page, and you are my Ladies Gentlewoman, wee should agree better, and I pray whether are you riding with this burthen in your Dosser. Why Sir, out of Towne, I hope tis not the firste time you haue seene a child carried out of Town in a Dosser, for feare of the Plague. You haue answer'd mee I promise you, but who put it in I pray. Not you Sir, I know by your asking. I, alas, I know that by my Talent; for I remember thus much Philosophie of my Schoole-Maisters, Ex nihilo nihil fit; but come, setting this Duello of wit aside, I haue ouer-hearde your Confession, and your casting about for a Father, and introth in meere Charitie, came in to relieue you. In the scrowle of Beasts, Horses, and Asses, that haue fedde vpon this Common of yours, you named one Pendant, Faith VVench let him bee the Father, hee is a verie handsome Gentleman I can tell you, in my Lordes favour, Ile be both secret and your friend, to my Lord, let it be him, he shall either reward thee bountifully, or marrie thee. Sir you speak like an vnderstanding young Gentleman, and I acknowledge my selfe much bounde to you for your Counsell. Will, Will. My Lord has sent him to call mee, now I holde a wager ont, if thou beest not a Foole, as most waighting weomen are, thou'lt vse him in his kind. Why Will I say, go, my Lord cals extreamely, Did not I say so, Come this is but a trick to send me off Sir. A notable little Rascall, Prettis Mistris Wagtayle: why de'e walke so melancholy, I sent him hence a purpose; Come shals do? Do, what would you do, haue done too much alreadie. What's the matter. I am with childe by you. By me? why by me? a good iest ifaith. Youle finde it Sir in earnest. Why, do you thinke I am such an Asse to beleeue nobody has medled with you, but I. Do you wrong me so much to thinke otherwise. This tis for a poore Damsell like my selfe, To yeeld her Honour and her youth to any, Who straite conceaues she does so vnto many, and as I haue a soule to saue, tis true.