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 · 489 words
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Come George, where's the beer? Here love. This old fornicating fellow will not out of my mind yet; Gentlemen, I'll begin to you all, and I desire more of your acquaintance, with all my heart. Fill the Gentlemen some beer George. Look George, the little boy's come again, methinks he looks something like the prince of Orange in his long stocking, if he had a little harness about his neck. George I will have him dance Fading; Fading is a fine jig I'll assure you Gentlemen: begin brother, now a caper's sweet heart, now a turn a'th' toe, and then tumble: cannot you tumble youth? No indeed forsooth: Nor eat fire? Neither. Why then I thank you heartily, there's two pence to buy you points withal. There boy, deliver this: but do it well. Hast thou provided me four lusty fellows? Able to carry me? and art thou perfect In all thy business? Sir, you need not fear, I have my lesson here, and cannot miss it: The men are ready for you, and what else Pertains to this employment. There my boy, Take it, but buy no land. Faith sir 'twere rare To see so young a purchaser: I fly, And on my wings carry your destiny. Go, and be happy. Now my latest hope Forsake me not, but fling thy Anchor out, And let it hold: stand fixed thou rolling stone, Till I enjoy my dearest: hear me all You powers that rule in men celestial. Go thy ways, thou art as crooked a sprig as ever grew in London; I warrant him he'll come to some naughty end or other: for his looks say no less: Besides, his father (you know George) is none of the best, you heard him take me up like a flirt Gill, and sing bawdy songs upon me: but i'faith if I live George— Let me alone sweetheart, I have a trick in my head shall lodge him in the Arches for one year, and make him sing Peocani, ere I leave him, and yet he shall never know who hurt him neither. Do my good George, do. What shall we have Rafe do now boy? You shall have what you will sir. Why so sir, go and fetch me him then, and let the Sophy of Persia come and christian him a child. Believe me sir, that will not do so well, 'tis stale, it has been had before at the red Bull. George let Rafe travel over great hills, & let him be very weary, and come to the King of Cracovia's house, covered with velvet, and there let the king's daughter stand in her window all in beaten gold, combing her golden locks with a comb of ivory, and let her spy Rafe, and fall in love with him, and come down to him, and carry him into her father's house, and then let Rafe talk with her.
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Come George, wher's the beere? Here loue. This old fornicating fellow wil not out of my mind yet; Gentlemen, Il'e begin to you all, and I desire more of your acquaintance, with all my heart. Fill the Gentlemen some beere George. Looke George, the little boy's come againe, mee thinkes he lookes something like the prince of Orange in his long stocking, if hee had a little harnesse about his necke. George I will haue him dance Fading; Fading is a fine Iigge Il'e assure you Gentlemen: begin brother, now a capers sweet heart, now a turne a'th toe, and then tumble: cannot you tumble youth? No indeed forsooth: Nor eate fire? Neither. Why then I thanke you heartily, there's two pence to buy you points withall. There boy, deliuer this: but do it well. Hast thou prouided me foure lusty fellowes? Able to carry me? and art thou perfect In all thy businesse? Sir, you need not feare, I haue my lesson here, and cannot misse it: The men are ready for you, and what else Pertaines to this imployment. There my boy, Take it, but buy no land. Faith sir 'twere rare To see so yong a purchaser: I flye, And on my wings carry your destinie. Go, and be happy. Now my latest hope Forsake me not, but fling thy Anchor out, And let it hold: stand fixt thou rolling stone, Till I enioy my deerest: heare me all You powers that rule in men coelestiall. Go thy wayes, thou art as crooked a sprigge as euer grew in London; I warrant him hee'l come to some naughty end or other: for his lookes say no lesse: Besides, his father (you know George) is none of the best, you heard him take me vp like a flirt Gill, and sing baudy songs vpon me: but I faith if I liue George— Let me alone sweet-heart, I haue a tricke in my head shall lodge him in the Arches for one yeare, and make him sing Peocani, er'e I leaue him, and yet hee shall neuer know who hurt him neither. Do my good George, do. What shall we haue Rafe do now boy? You shall haue what you will sir. Why so sir, go and fetch me him then, and let the Sophy of Persia come and christen him a childe. Beleeue me sir, that will not doe so well, 'tis stale, it has beene had before at the red Bull. George let Rafe trauell ouer great hils, & let him be very weary, and come to the King of Cracouia's house, couered with veluet, and there let the Kings daughter stand in her window all in beaten gold, combing her golden locks with a combe of Iuory, and let her spy Rafe, and fall in loue with him, and come downe to him, and carry him into her fathers house, and then let Rafe talke with her.