S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 479 words
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He's gone. Now up again. My wounds Are slight, yet through their windows, hear I breathe Out all my malice. Noble youth, I love thee. How little of thy father hast thou in thee! Now for some strange disguise, till time I find, To pleasure him that was to me thus kind. Well, I see there's no living in London, The four winds have conspired to blow all the villainy of the world thither. When I returned from my short travel, I inquired, for the knot of my old companions. But like an old Lady, that has much used painting, how suddenly are they broken! I heard of three or four in Bedlam. Five or six in Bridewell. Half a score i'th' Counter. a whole dozen at Tyburn. But Oh, numbers, numbers, under the hands of barber-surgeons. Some turned Squires to a Brothel. Others walk Newgate lane. Some cheating in Ordinaries. Others prigging in crowds. And the rest, either swam over sea, or drowned upon a hill. Well, I do not like these proceedings; there be so many rubs. I could now beg in Dutch, but it's no speeding language. Now my villainy fails on the sea, I'll try what cheats the land has to work on. I learned some scurvy medicines of our Surgeon of the ship: & had no sooner set up my bills in Bedford here; but a Gouty cure comes halting to me. Fifty pounds I must have to heal him. Five and twenty I have in pawn: for the rest, I'll leave it with the next Quacksalver, that with more skill shall do him as little good. Cousin Nice, and my man Thirsty. Shall I fetch you some drink, Sir? No. Thy mind runs all o'th' pot. So 't had need, for you keep me Thirsty, spite o' my teeth. Go you two to the under-sheriff; and bid him by virtue of this mortgage, give you possession of Vaster's lands. The beggarly slave has broken with me, and I'll take the forfeit. Go quick, quick. I will not lose an hour. I'll but go to the Church for a little holy-water— Be drowned in holy-water. No, but a little sprinkled Sir. We shall have the better success in our business. I pray thee good Nice, dispatch, dispatch. ay, come, come master Nice. There's good liquor it h' house. You may sprinkle your throat with that. Its better than holy-water. One thing Sir. I do not like going today. Sure 'tis not a lucky time. For the first Crow I heard this morning, cried twice. This Even, Sir, is no good number. Pox o' Crows and numbers. If thou hadst given her a piece of carrion, she would ha' cried again. Away. I go, Sir— stay, what if there be a Raven about the ground? Shall we then take possession? Oh 'tis an unlucky bird.
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He's gone. Now vp againe. My wounds Are ſlight, yet through their windows, heare I breath Out all my malice. Noble youth, I loue thee. How little of thy father haſt thou in thee! Now for ſome ſtrange diſguiſe, till time I find, To pleaſure him that was to me thus kind. Well, I ſee there's no liuing in London, The foure winds haue conſpirde to blow all the villany of the world thither. When I returnd from my ſhort trauell, I inquir'd, for the knot of my old companions. But like an old Ladie, that has much vſd painting, how ſuddenly are they broken! I heard of three or foure in Bedlam. Fiue or ſixe in Bridewell. Halfe a ſcore ith' Counter. a whole dozen at Tyburne. But Oh, numbers, numbers, vnder the hands of Barber-Surgions. Some turnd Squires to a Brothell. Others walke New-gate lane. Some cheating in Ordinaries. Others prigging in crowds. And the reſt, either ſwomme ouer ſea, or drownd vpon a hill. Well, I do not like theſe proceedings; there bee ſo many rubbes. I could now begge in Dutch, but its no ſpeeding language. Now my villanie failes on the ſea, Ile trie what cheates the land has to worke on. I learn'd ſome ſcuruie medicins of our Surgion of the ſhip: & had no ſooner ſet vp my bils in Bedford here; but a Goutie cure comes halting to mee. Fifty pounds I muſt haue to heale him. Fiue and twentie I haue in pawne: for the reſt, Ile leaue it with the next Quackſaluer, that with more skill ſhall doe him as little good. Couſin Nice, and my man Thirſty. Shall I fetch you ſome drinke, Sir? No. Thy mind runs all oth' pot. So 't had need, for you keepe mee Thirſty, ſpight o' my teeth. Goe you two to the vnder-Sheriffe; and bid him by vertue of this morgage, giue you poſſeſſion of Vasters lands. The beggerly ſlaue has broken with me, and Ile take the forfeit. Go quicke, quicke. I will not loſe an houre. Ile but goe to the Church for a little holy-water— Be drownd in holy-water. No, but a little ſprinkled Sir. We ſhall haue the better ſucceſſe in our buſineſſe. I pree thee good Nice, diſpatch, diſpatch. I, come, come maſter Nice. There's good licour it h' houſe. You may ſprinkle your throte with that. Its better then holywater. One thing Sir. I do not like going to day. Sure tis not a luckie time. For the firſt Crow I heard this morning, cryed twice. This Euen, Sir, is no good number. Poxe o' Crowes and numbers. If thou hadſt giuen her a peece of carrion, ſhe would ha' cryed againe. Away. I go, Sir—ſtay, what if there be a Rauen about the ground? Shall we then take poſſeſſion? Oh tis an vnluckie bird.