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 · 496 words
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What are you? are you merry? you must be very merry if you enter. I am sir. Sing then. Nay good sir open to me. Sing, I say, or by the merry heart you come not in. Well sir, I'll sing. Fortune my Fee, etc. You are welcome sir, you are welcome, you see your entertainment, pray you be merry. O Mr. Merrithought, I am come to ask you Forgiveness for the wrongs I offered you, And your most virtuous son, they're infinite, Yet my contrition shall be more than they. I do confess my hardness broke his heart, For which, just heaven hath given me punishment More than my age can carry, his wandering spirit Not yet at rest, pursues me everywhere, Crying, I'll haunt thee for thy cruelty. My daughter she is gone, I know not how, Taken invisible, and whether living, Or in grave, 'tis yet uncertain to me. O Master Merrithought, these are the weights, Will sink me to my grave, forgive me sir. Why sir, I do forgive you, and be merry, And if the wag, in's life time, played the knave, Can you forgive him too? With all my heart sir. Speak it again, and heartily. I do sir, Now by my soul I do. With that came out his Paramour, She was as white as the Lily flower, heigh troule trolly-lolly. With that came out her own dear Knight, He was as true as ever did fight. etc. Sir, if you will forgive ham, clap their hands together, there's no more to be sad i'th' matter. I do, I do. I do not like this, peace boys, hear me one of you, everybody's part is come to an end but Ralph's, and he's left out. 'Tis long of yourself sir, we have nothing to do with his part. Raph come away, make on him as you have done of the rest, boys come. Now good husband let him come out and die. He shall Nell, Raph come away quickly and die boy. 'Twill be very unfit he should die sir, upon no occasion, and in a Comedy too. Take you no care of that sir boy, is not his part at an end, think you, when he's dead? come away Raph. When I was mortal, this my costive corpse Did lap up Figs and raisins in the Strand, Where sitting I espied a lovely Dame, Whose Master wrought with Lingell and with All, And under ground he vampied many a boot, Straight did her love prick forth me, tender sprig To follow feats of Arms in warlike wise, Through Waltham Desert, where I did perform Many achievements, and did lay on ground Huge Barbaroso that insulting Giant, And all his Captives soon set at liberty. Then honour pricked me from my native soil, Into Meldavia, where I gained the love Of Pompiana his beloved daughter: But yet proved constant to the black thumed maid Susan, and scorned Pompiana's love:
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What are you? are you merry? you must bee very merry if you enter. I am sir. Sing then. Nay good sir open to me. Sing, I say, or by the merry heart you come not in. Well sir, Il'e sing. Fortune my Fee, &c. You are welcome sir, you are welcome, you see your entertainment, pray you bee merry. O Mr. Merri-thought, I am come to aske you Forgiuenesse for the wrongs I offered you, And your most vertuous sonne, they're infinite, Yet my contrition shall be more then they. I do confesse my hardnesse broke his heart, For which, iust heauen hath giuen me punishment More then my age can carry, his wandring spirit Not yet at rest, pursues me euery where, Crying, I'le haunt thee for thy cruelty. My daughter she is gone, I know not how, Taken inuisible, and whether liuing, Or in graue, 'tis yet vncertaine to me. O Maister Merry-thought, these are the weights, Will sinke me to my graue, forgiue me sir. Why sir, I do forgiue you, and be merry, And if the wag, in's life time, plaid the knaue, Can you forgiue him too? Withall my heart sir. Speake it againe, and hartely. I do sir, Now by my soule I do. With that came out his Paramoure, Shee was as white as the Lillie flower, Hey troule trollie lollie. With that came out her owne deere Knight, He was as true as euer did fight. &c. Sir, if you will forgiue ham, clap their hands together, there's no more to be sad i'th' matter. I do, I do. I do not like this, peace boies, heare me one of you, euery bodies part is come to an end but Raphes, and hee's left out. 'Tis long of your selfe sir, wee haue nothing to doe with his part. Raph come away, make on him as you haue done of the rest, boies come. Now good husband let him come out and die. He shall Nel, Raph come away quickely and die boy. 'Twill be very vnfit he should die sir, vpon no occasion, and in a Comedy too. Take you no care of that sir boy, is not his part at an end, thinke you, when he's dead? come away Raph. When I was mortall, this my costiue corps Did lap vp Figs and Raisons in the Strand, Where sitting I espi'd a louely Dame, Whose Maister wrought with Lingell and with All, And vnder ground he vampied many a boote, Straight did her loue pricke forth me, tender sprig To follow feats of Armes in warlike wise, Through VValtham Desert, where I did performe Many atchieuements, and did lay on ground Huge Barbaroso that insulting Giant, And all his Captiues soone set at liberty. Then honour prickt me from my natiue soile, Into Meldauia, where I gain'd the loue Of Pompiana his beloued daughter: But yet prou'd constant to the blacke thum'd maide Susan, and skorn'd Pompianaes loue: