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 · 506 words
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Does she so love me say you? Yes, yes, out of all question the whore does love you abominable. No more of these soul terms if she do love me, That goes by fate, I know it by myself, I'll not deny but I have dallied with her. ay, but hang her who whore dallying will get no Children. Another whore, and draw; where is the Girl. condoling her misfortune in the Gallery, Upon the rushes, sitting all alone, and for Sir Abraham's love venting her moan. I know not what to say, Fates above all, Come let's go overhear her, be this true, Welcome my Wagtail, scornful Luce adieu. One way it takes yet, 'tis a fools condition, Whom none can love: out of his penury, To catch most greedily at any wench That gives way to his love, or feigns her own, First unto him, and so Sir Abraham now I hope will buy the pool where I will Fish, Thus a quick Knave makes a fat fool his dish. I have played the melancholy Ass, and partly the Knave, in this last business, but as the Parson said that got the wench with child, 'tis done now Sir, it cannot be undone, and my purse or I must smart for it. Your Trunks are shipped, and the Tide falls out about twelve tonight. I'll away, this Law is like the Basilisk, to see it first, is the death on't this night: and noble London farewell, I will never see thee more, till I be knighted for my Virtues. Let me see, when shall I return; and yet I do not think but there are a great many dubbed for their Virtues; otherwise how could there be so many poor knights, what at thou? what's thy news? zounds, a man is feign to break open doors, ere he can get in to you. I would speak with a General sooner. Sir you may, he owes less peradventure: or if more, he is more able to pay't: What art? A Soldier, one that lives upon this Buss jerkin, 'twas made of Fortunatus his pouch; and these are the points I stand upon, I am a Soldier. A counterfet Rogue you are. As true a Rogue as thyself: Thou wrong'st me, send your man away, go too, I have strange and welcome business to impart, the Merchant is dead, for shame let's walk into the fields, send away your man. How? Here is a Letter from the lusty Kate That tells you all, I must not give it you But upon some conditions. Let us walk, and send away your man. Go Sirrah, and bespeak Supper at the Bear, and provide Oars, I'll see Graves-end tonight. The Gentlewoman will run mad after you then, I'll tell you more, let's walk. I See great'st Spirits can serve to their own ends, Were you the seeming serving-man that passed by? By my sad heart I was, and not a Tittle Of my relation to thee wrong or feigned.
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Does she so loue me say you? Yes, yes, out of all question the whore does loue you abhominable. No more of these soule termes if she do loue me, That goes by fate, I know it by my selfe, Ile not denie but I haue dallied with her. I, but hang her who ore, dallying will get no Children. Another whore, and draw; where is the Girle. Condouling her misfortune in the Gallery, Vpon the rushes, sitting all alone, and for Sir Abrahams loue venting her mone. I know not what to say, Fates aboue all, Come lets go ouer-heare her, be this true, Welcome my Wagtayle, scornfull Luce adue. One way it takes yet, tis a Fooles condition, Whom none can loue: out of his penurie, To catch most greedily at any wench That giues way to his loue, or faignes herowne, First vnto him, and so Sir Abraham now I hope will buy the poole where I will Fish, Thus a quicke Knaue makes a fat foole his dish. I haue plaide the melancholy Asse, and partlie the Knaue, in this last businesse, but as the Parson said that got the wench with child, Tis done now Sir, it cannot bee vndone, and my purse or I must smart for it. Your Trunks are shipt, and rhe Tide fals out about twelue to night. Ile away, this Law is like the Basiliske, to see it first, is the death ont this night: and noble London farewell, I will neuer see thee more, till I be knighted for my Vertues. Let me see, when shall I returne; and yet I doo not thinke but there are a great manie dubd for their Vertues; otherwise how could there be so many poor knights, what att thou? whats thy newes? Zoones, a man is faine to breake open doores, ere he can get in to you. I would speake with a Generall sooner. Sir you may, hee owes lesse peraduenture: or if more, he is more able to pay't: What ar't? A Soldier, one that liues vpon this Busse Ierkin, t'was made of Fortunatus his pouch; and these are the points I stand vpon, I am a Soldier. A counterset Rogue you are. As true a Rogue as thy selfe: Thou wrong'st me, send your man away, go too, I haue strange and welcome businesse to impart, the Merchant is deade, for shame let's walke into the fields, send away your man. How? Heere is a Letter from the lusty Kate That tels you all, I must not giue it you But vpon some conditions. Let vs walke, and send away your man. Go Sirrha, and bespeake Supper at the Beare, and prouide Oares, Ile see Graues-end to night. The Gentlewoman will run mad after you then, Ile tell you more, let's walke. I See great'st Spirits can serue to their owne ends, Were you the seeming Seruing-man that past by? By my sad heart I was, and not a Tittle Of my relation to thee wrong or faign'd.