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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Yet I thank God, I break not a wrinkle more than I had, not a stoop boyce: Care live with Cats, I defy thee, my heart is as sound as an Oak; and though I want drink to wet my whistle, I can sing: Come no more there boys, come no more there: For we shall never whilst we live, come any more there. God save you sir. It's a brave boy: canst thou sing? Yes sir, I can sing, but 'tis not so necessary at this time. Sing we, and chant it, whilst love doth grant it. Sir, sir, if you knew what I have brought you, you would have little list to sing. O the Mimon round, full long long I have thee sought, And now I have thee found, & what hast thou here brought? A Coffin sir, and your dead son Iasper in it. Dead? why farewell he: Thou wast a bonny boy, and I did love thee. Then I pray you sir do so still. Iaspers ghost? thou art welcome from Stygian lake so soon, Declare to me what wondrous things in Pluto's court are done. By my troth sir, I near came there, 'tis too hot for me sir. A merry ghost, a very merry ghost. And where is your true-Love? o where is yours? Marie look you sir. Ah ha! Art thou good at that i'faith? With heigh trixie terlery-whiskin, the world it runs on wheels, When the young man's— up goes the maiden's heels. What Mr. Merrithought, will you not let's in? what do you think shall become of us? What voice is that that calleth at our door? You know me well enough, I am sure I have not been such a stranger to you. And some they whistled, and some they sung, heigh down, down: and some did loudly say, ever as the Lord Barnet's horn blew, away Musgrave, away. You will not have us starve here, will you Mr. Merrithought? Nay good sir be persuaded, she is my mother: if her offences have been great against you, let your own love remember she is yours, and so forgive her. Good Mr. Merrithought let me entreat you, I will not be denied. Why Mr. Merrithought, will you be a vexed thing still? Woman I take you to my love again, but you shall sing before you enter: therefore dispatch your song, and so come in. Well, you must have your will when als done. Mick what song canst thou sing boy? I can sing none forsooth, but a Lady's daughter of Paris properly. Song. It was, a Lady's daughter, etc. Come, you're welcome home again. If such danger be in playing, and jest must to earnest turn, You shall go no more m Maying. Are you within sir, Master Merrithought? It is my masters voice, good sir go hold him in talk whilst we convey ourselves into some inward room.
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Yet I thanke God, I breake not a rinkle more then I had, not a stoope boyce: Care liue with Cats, I defie thee, my heart is as sound as an Oke; and though I want drinke to wet my whistle, I can sing: Come no more there boyes, come no more there: For we shall neuer whilst we liue, come any more there. God saue you sir. It's a braue boy: canst thou sing? Yes sir, I can sing, but 'tis not so necessary at this time. Sing wee, and chaunt it, whilst loue doth grant it. Sir, sir, if you knew what I haue brought you, you would haue little list to sing. O the Mimon round, full long long I haue thee sought, And now I haue thee found, & what hast thou here brought? A Coffin sir, and your dead son Iasper in it. Dead? why fare-well he: Thou wast a bonny boy, and I did loue thee. Then I pray you sir do so still. Iaspers ghost? thou art welcome from Stygian lake so soone, Declare to mee what wondrous things in Pluto's court are done. By my troth sir, I nere came there, tis too hot for me sir. A merry ghost, a very merry ghost. And where is your true-loue? ô where is yours? Marie looke you sir. Ah ha! Art thou good at that I faith? With hey trixie terlery-whiskin, the world it runnes on wheeles, When the yong mans—vp goes the maidens heeles. What Mr. Merri-thought, will you not let's in? what do you thinke shall become of vs? What voyce is that that calleth at our doore? You know me well enough, I am sure I haue not beene such a stranger to you. And some they whistled, and some they sung, Hey downe, downe: and some did lowdly say, euer as the Lord Barnets horne blew, away Musgraue, away. You will not haue vs starue here, will you Mr. Merri-thought? Nay good sir be perswaded, she is my mother: if her offences haue beene great against you, let your owne loue remember she is yours, and so forgiue her. Good Mr. Merri-thought let mee entreat you, I will not be denied. Why Mr. Merri-thought, will you be a vext thing still? Woman I take you to my loue againe, but you shall sing before you enter: therefore dispatch your song, and so come in. Well, you must haue your will when al's done. Micke what song canst thou sing boy? I can sing none forsooth, but a Ladies daughter of Paris properly. Song. It was, a Ladies daaghter, &c. Come, you'r welcome home againe. If such danger be in playing, and iest must to earnest turne, You shall go no more a maying. Are you within sir, Maister Merri-thought? It is my maisters voyce, good sir go hold him in talke whilst we conuey our selues into some inward roome.