Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 490 words
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O, i' the Queen's time, he was wont to go out of town every satterday at ten a clock, or on holy-day-eves. But now, by reason of the sickness, the perpetuity of ringing has made him devise a room, with double walls, and triple feelings; the windows close shut, and calked: and there he lives by candlelight. He turned away a man, last week, for having a pair of new shoes that creaked. And this fellow waits on him, now, in tennis-court socks, or slippers soled with wool: and they talk each to other, in a trunk. See, who comes here. HOw now! what ail you sirs? dumb? Struck into stone, almost, I am here, with tales o' thine uncle! There was never such a prodigy heard of. I would you would once lose this subject, my masters, for my sake. They are such as you are, that have brought me into that predicament, I am, with him. How is that? Marry, that he will disinherit me, no more. He thinks, I, and my company are authors of all the ridiculous acts, and monuments are told of him. 'Slid, I would be the author of more, to vex him, that purpose, deserves it: it gives thee law of plaguing him. I'll tell thee what I would do. I would make a false almanac; get it printed: and then ha' him drawn out on a coronation day to the tower-wharf, and kill him with the noise of the ordinance. Disinherit thee! he cannot, man. Art not thou next of blood, and his sister's son? I, but he will thrust me out of it, he vows, and marry. How! that's a more portent. Can he endure no noise, and will venture on a wife? Yes▪ why, thou art a stranger, it seems, to his best trick, yet. He has employed a fellow this half year, all over England, to hearken him out a dumb woman; be she of any form, or any quality, so she be able to bear children: her silence is dowry enough, he says. But, I trust to god, he has found none. No, but he has heard of one that's lodged i' the next street to him, who is exceedingly soft-spoken; thrifty of her speech; that spends but six words a day. And her he's about now, and shall have her. Is't possible! who is his agent i' the business? Marry, a Barber, one CUTBERD: an honest fellow, one that tells DAUPHINE all here. Why, you oppress me with wonder! A woman, and a barber, and love no noise! Yes faith. The fellow trims him silently, and has not the knack with his shears, or his fingers: and that continence in a barber he thinks so eminent a virtue, as it has made him chief of his counsel. Is the barber to be seen? or the wench? Yes, that they are. I pray thee, DAUPHINE, let's go thither.
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O, i' the Queenes time, he was wont to goe out of towne euery satterday at ten a clock, or on holy-day-eues. But now, by reason of the sicknesse, the perpetuitie of ringing has made him deuise a roome, with double walls, and treble feelings; the windores close shut, and calk'd: and there he liues by candle-light. He turn'd away a man, last weeke, for hauing a paire of new shooes that creak'd. And this fellow waits on him, now, in tennis-court socks, or slippers sol'd with wooll: and they talke each to other, in a trunke. See, who comes here. HOw now! what aile you sirs? dumbe? Strooke into stone, almost, I am here, with tales o' thine vncle! There was neuer such a prodigie heard of. I would you would once loose this subiect, my masters, for my sake. They are such as you are, that haue brought mee into that predicament, I am, with him. How is that? Mary, that he will dis-inherit me, no more. Hee thinks, I, and my companie are authors of all the ridiculous acts, and moniments are told of him. S'lid, I would be the author of more, to vexe him, that purpose, deserues it: it giues thee law of plaguing him. I'll tell thee what I would doe. I would make a false almanack; get it printed: and then ha' him drawne out on a coronation day to the tower-wharfe, and kill him with the noise of the ordinance. Dis-inherit thee! hee cannot, man. Art not thou next of bloud, and his sisters sonne? I, but he will thrust me out of it, he vowes, and marry. How! that's a more portent. Can he endure no noise, and will venter on a wife? Yes▪ why, thou art a stranger, it seemes, to his best trick, yet. He has imploid a fellow this halfe yeere, all ouer England, to harken him out a dumbe woman; bee shee of any forme, or any qualitie, so shee bee able to beare children: her silence is dowrie enough, he saies. But, I trust to god, he has found none. No, but hee has heard of one that's lodg'd i' the next street to him, who is exceedingly soft-spoken; thrifty of her speech; that spends but sixe words a day. And her hee's about now, and shall haue her. Is't possible! who is his agent i' the businesse? Mary, a Barber, one CVT-BERD: an honest fellow, one that tells DAVPHINE all here. Why, you oppresse mee with wonder! A woman, and a barber, and loue no noise! Yes faith. The fellow trims him silently, and has not the knacke with his sheeres, or his fingers: and that continence in a barber hee thinkes so eminent a vertue, as it has made him chiefe of his counsell. Is the barber to be seene? or the wench? Yes, that they are. I pray thee, DAVPHINE, let's goe thether.