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 T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 504 words
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It boots not to be angry. No faith Sir Iohn. Whether will you go with your Calf on your back Sir. Now more knavery yet. Prithee forbear, or I shall do thee mischief: By your leave, here's some sad to your merriment: know you this Captain? Yes very well. Oh Sister, here's the Villain slandered me. You see he cannot stand to't. Is he hurt in the arm too? Yes. Why then by Gods-lid thou art a base Rogue, I knew I should live to tell thee so. Sir Abraham I say. Heaven is just. What a Rogue are you, is this the Surgeon you would carry me to? Confess your slander, and I will I swear. Nay 'tis no matter, I'll cry quittance with you, Forgive me Mrs. Kate, and know all people I lied not with her, but belied her once, And to my recantation, that same Soldier enforced my hand. Yes, here 'tis Mistress Kate. I see now how I am cheated, love him well, He has redeemed your honour with his sword. But where is Strange my Son, oh were he here He should be married new to make all sure. Oh my Divining Spirit, he's gone to Sea. This cunning in her is exceeding good, Your Son, your husband, Strange is murmured. How? Peace, peace, for heavens sake peace, Come Sir, I'll carry you to a Surgeon, here's Gold to stop thy throat, for Godsake peace. Sirrah, you have brought me to a Surgeon already, I'll be even with you. Of all men living I could marry thee, Were not my heart given to another man, Sir you did speak of Strange. These women are as crafty as the Devil, Yes, I did speak of him, Sir Iohn, my Lord, Know Strange is murmured by that villains hand, And by his wife's consent. How? God forbid. Search presently the Closet and the Vault, There you shall find his body, 'tis too true, The reason all may guess, her husband wanting Spirit to do on me what he hath done, In hope to marry her, he hath murmured him. To marry me, no villain I do hate him On this report, worse than I do thyself, And may the plagues and Tortures of a Land seize me, if this be not an Innocent hand. Fore-God 'tis most like truth, son Scudmore pray Look to this fellow, Gentlemen assist, Torches, some Torches, I'll go search myself, I will assist you. But I pray Sir how came you unto this knowledge From his mouth. I'll save your labour, and discover all: Thou perjured villain, didst not swear thou wouldst not discover me. I but swore in jest. Nay but remember thou didst wish Strange living If ever thou didst tell, Sir all is true, And would my punishment would ease my Conscience. To Newgate with him hence, take her along, Out Murderers, whore thou art no child of mine, Fetch Constable and Officers, Away. Sir do but hear me speak. Fetch Officers.
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It boots not to be angry. No faith Sir Iohn. Whether will you go with your Calfe on your backe Sir. Now more knauerie yet. Prethee forbeare, or I shall do thee mischiefe: By your leaue, heere's some sad to your merriment: know you this Captaine? Yes verie well. Oh Sister, heere's the Villaine slander'd me. You see he cannot stand to't. Is he hurt in the arme too? Yes. Why then by Gods-lid thou art a base Rogue, I knew I should liue to tell thee so. Sir Abraham I say. Heauen is iust. What a Rogue are you, is this the Surgeon you would carry me to? Confesse your slander, and I will I sweare. Nay tis no matter, Ile crie quittance with you, Forgiue me Mrs. Kate, and know all people I li'de not with her, but beli'de her once, And to my recantation, that same Souldier Enforc'd my hand. Yes, heere tis Mistris Kate. I see now how I am cheated, loue him well, He has redeem'd your honor with his sword. But where is Strange my Sonne, oh were he heer He should be married new to make all sure. Oh my Diuining Spirit, hee's gone to Sea. This cunning in her is exceeding good, Your Sonne, your husband, Strange is murther'd. How? Peace, peace, for Heauens sake peace, Come Sir, Ile carrre you to a Surgeon, Heer's Gold to stop thy throat, for God-sake peace. Sirra, you haue brought mee to a Surgeon alreadie, Ile be euen with you. Of all men liuing I could marrie thee, VVere not my heart giuen to another man, Sir you did speake of Strange. These women are as craftie as the Diuell, Yes, I did speake of him, Sir Iohn, my Lord, Know Strange is murther'd by that Villaines hand, And by his wifes consent. How? God forbid. Search presently the Closset and the Vault, There you shall finde his bodie, tis too true, The reason all may gesse, her husband wanting Spirit to do on me what he hath done, In hope to marrie her, he hath murther'd him. To marrie me, no villaine I do hate him On this report, worse then I do thy selfe, And may the plagues and Tortures of a Land Ceize me, if this be not an Innocent hand. Fore-God tis most like truth, son Scudmore pray Looke to this fellow, Gentlemen assist, Torches, some Torches, Ile go search my selfe, I will assist you. But I pray Sir how came you vnto this knowledge From his mouth. Ile saue your labor, and discouer all: Thou periur'd villaine, didst not sweare thou wouldst not discouer me. I but swore in iest. Nay but remember thou didst wish Strange liuing If euer thou didst tell, Sir all is true, And would my punishment would ease my Conscience. To New-gate with him hence, take her along, Out Murtherers, whoore thou art no child of mine, Fetch Constable and Officers, Away. Sir do but heare me speake. Fetch Officers.