Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 490 words
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Young hope of valour, weep not, I am here That will confound thy foe and pay it dear Upon his coward head, that dares deny, Distressed Squires and lady's equity. I have but one horse, on which shall ride This Lady fair behind me, and before This courteous Squire, fortune will give us more Upon our next adventure; fairly speed Beside us Squire and Dwarf to do us need. Did not I tell you Nell what your man would do? by the faith of my body wench, for clean action and good delivery they may all cast their caps at him. And so they may i'faith, for I dare speak it boldly, the twelve Companies of London cannot match him, timber for timber, well George, and he be not inveigled by some of these paltry Players, I ha' much marvel, but George we ha' done our parts if the boy have any grace to be thankful. Yes I warrant thee duckling. Good Mistress Luce however I in fault am For your lame horse; you're welcome unto Waltham. But which way now to go or what to say I know not truly till it be broad day. O fear not Master Humphrey, I am guide For this place good enough. Then up and ride, Or if it please you walk for your repose, Or sit, or if you will go pluck a rose: Either of which shall be indifferent, To your good friend and Humphrey, whose consent Is so entangled ever to your will, As the poor harmless horse is to the Mill. Faith and you say the word we'll e'en sit down And take a nap. 'Tis better in the Town, Where we may nap together, for believe me To sleep without a snatch would mickle grieve me. You're merry Master Humphrey. So I am, And have been ever merry from my Dam. Your nurse had the less labour. Faith it may be, Unless it were by chance I did bewray me. Luce dear friend Luce. Here Iasper. You are mine. If it be so, my friend, you use me fine, What do you think I am? An arrant noddy A word of obloquy, now by God's body, I'll tell thy master for I know thee well. Nay, and you be so forward for to tell, Take that, and that, and tell him sir I gave it, And say I paid you well. O sir I have it, And do confess the payment, pray be quiet. Go, get to your nightcap and the diet, To cure your beaten bones. Alas poor Humphrey Get thee some wholesome broth with sage and comfry: A little oil of Roses and a feather, To 'noint thy back withal. When I came hither, Would I had gone to Paris with Iohn Dorrie. Farewell my pretty Nump, I am very sorry I cannot bear thee company. Farewell, The devils Dam was ne'er so banged in hell.
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Yong hope of valour, weepe not, I am here That will confound thy foe and paie it deere Vpon his coward head, that dares denie, Distressed Squires and Ladies equitie. I haue but one horse, on which shall ride This Ladie faire behind me, and before This courteous Squire, fortune will giue vs more Vpon our next aduenture; fairelie speed Beside vs Squire and Dwarfe to do vs need. Did not I tell you Nel what your man would doe? by the saith of my bodie wench, for cleane action and good deliuerie they may all cast their caps at him. And so they may i'faith, for I dare speake it boldly, the twelue Companies of London cannot match him, timber for timber, well George, and hee be not inueigled by some of these paltrie Plaiers, I ha much maruell, but George wee ha done our parts if the boy haue any grace to be thankefull. Yes I warrant thee duckling. Good Mistresse Luce how euer I in fault am For your lame horse; you're welcome vnto VValtham. But which way now to go or what to saie I know not truely till it be broad daie. O feare not Maister Humphrey, I am guide For this place good enough. Then vp and ride, Or if it please you walke for your repose, Or sit, or if you will go plucke a rose: Either of which shall be indifferent, To your good friend and Humphrey, whose consent Is so entangled euer to your will, As the poore harmelesse horse is to the Mill. Faith and you say the word we'le e'ne sit downe And take a nap. 'Tis better in the Towne, Where we may nap together, for beleeue me To sleepe without a snatch would mickle grieue me. You're merrie Maister Humphrey. So I am, And haue bene euer merrie from my Dam. Your nurce had the lesse labour. Faith it may bee, Vnlesse it were by chance I did beray mee. Luce deere friend Luce. Heere Iasper. You are mine. If it be so, my friend, you vse me fine, What do you thinke I am? An arrant noddie A word of obloquie, now by Gods bodie, I'le tell thy maister for I know thee well. Nay, and you be so forward for to tell, Take that, and that, and tell him sir I gaue it, And saie I paid you well. O sir I haue it, And do confesse the paiement, praie be quiet. Go, get to your night-cap and the diet, To cure your beaten bones. Alas poore Humphrie Get thee some wholsome broth with sage and comfrie: A little oile of Roses and a feather, To noint thy backe withall. When I came hether, Would I had gone to Paris with Iohn Dorrie. Fare-well my prettie Nump, I am verie sorrie I cannot beare thee companie. Fare-well, The Diuels Dam was ne're so bang'd in hell.