Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 537 words
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I ask you mercy Sir, you have ta'en my edge off: yet I would fain be even with this Lady. In which i'll be your helper: we are two, and they are two: two sisters, rich alike, only the elder has the prouder dowry: In troth I pity this disgrace in you, yet of mine own I am senseless: do but follow my counsel, and i'll pawn my spirit, we'll overreach 'em yet; the means is this. Sir there's a Gentlewoman will needs speak with you: I cannot keep her out, she's entered Sir: It is the waiting woman, pray be not seen: sirrah hold her in discourse awhile: hark in your ear, go, and dispatch it quickly, when I come in I'll tell you all the project. I care not which I have. Away, 'tis done, she must not see you: now Lady Gwiniver, what news with you? Pray leave these frumps Sir, and receive this letter. From whom good vanity? 'Tis from my Lady Sir: alas good soul, she cries and takes on: does she so good soul? would she not have a caudle? does she send you with your fine Oratory goody Tully to tie me to belief again? Bring out the Cat hounds, i'll make you take a tree whore, then with my tiller bring down your Gibship, and then have you cast, and hung up i'th' warren. I am no beast Sir: would you knew it: Would I did, for I am yet very doubtful: what will you say now? Nothing not I: Art thou a woman, and say nothing? Unless you'll hear me with more moderation; I can speak wise enough: And loud enough: will your Lady love me? It seems so by her letter, and her lamentations: but you are such another man: Not such another as I was, Mumps; nor will not be: i'll read her fine Epistle: ha, ha, ha: is not thy Mistress mad? For you she will be, 'tis a shame you should use a poor gentlewoman so untowardly: she loves the ground you tread on: and you (hard heart) because she jested with you, mean to kill her: 'tis a fine conquest as they say: Hast thou so much moisture in thy whitleather hide yet, that thou canst cry? I would have sworn thou hadst been touchwood five year since: Nay let it rain, thy Face chops for a shower like a dry dunghill. Ile not endure this Ribaldry: Farwell ith' Diuels name: if my Lady die, ile be sworne before a Iurye, thou art the caus o't: Do Maukin do: deliver to your Lady from me this: I mean to see her, if I have no other business; which before i'll want to come to her, I mean to go seek birds nests: yet I may come too: but if I come, from this door till I see her, will I think how to rail vildly at her; how to vex her, and make her cry so much, that the Physician if she fall sick upon't shall want urine to find the cause by: and she remediless die in her heresy: Farewell old Adage, I hope to see the boys make Potguns on thee.
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I aske you mercy Sir, you haue tane my edge off: yet I woud faine be euen with this Lady. In which ile be your helper: we are two, and they are two: two sisters, rich alike, onely the elder has the prouder dowry: In troth I pitty this disgrace in you, yet of mine owne I am : doe but follow my counsell, and ile pawne my spirit, we'le ouach em yet; the meanes is this. Sir theres a Gentlewoman will needs speake with you: I cannot keep her out, she's entered Sir: It is the waiting woman, pray be not seene: sirra hold her in discourse awhile: harke in your eare, goe, and dispatch it quickly, when I come in Ile tell you all the proiect. I care not which I haue. Away, tis done, she must not see you: now Lady Gwiniuer, what newes with you? Pray leaue these frumps Sir, and receiue this letter. From whom good vanity? 'Tis from my Lady Sir: alas good soule, shee cris and takes on: Do's she so good soule? wod she not haue a Cawdle? do's she send you with your fine Oratory goody Tully to tye me to beleife againe? Bring out the Cat hounds, ile make you a tree whore, then with my tyller bring downe your Gibship, and then haue you cast, and hung vp ith warren. I am no beast Sir: would you knew it: Wod I did, for I am yet very doubtfull: what will you say now? Nothing not I: Art thou a woman, and say nothing? Vnlesse youle heare mee with more moderation; I c speake wise enough: And loud enough: will your Lady loue me? It seemes so by her letter, and her lamentations: but you are such another man: Not such another as I was, Mumps; nor will not be: ile reade her fine Epistle: ha, ha, ha: is not thy Mistresse mad? For you she will be, 'tis a shame you should vse a poore gentlewoman so vntowardly: she loues the ground you tread on: and you (hard hart) because she iested with you, meane to kill her: 'tis a fine conquest as they say: Hast thou so much moysture in thy whitleather hyde yet, that thou can'st cry? I wod haue sworne thou hadst been touchwood fiue yeare since: Nay let it raine, thy Face chops for a shower like a dry dunghyll. Ile not endure this Ribaldry: Farwell ith' Diuels name: if my Lady die, ile be sworne before a Iurye, thou art the caus o't: Doe Maukin doe: deliuer to your Lady from me this: I meane to see her, if I haue no other businesse; which before ile want to come to her, I meane to goe seke byrds nests: yet I may come too: but if I come, from this doore till I see her, will I thinke how to raile vildly at her; how to v her, and make her cry so much, that the Phisition if she fall sick vpon't shall want vyne to finde the cause by: and she remedilsse die in her heresie: Farwell old Adage, I hope to see the boyes make Potguns on thee.