S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 510 words
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TO man, how sweet is breath! yet sweetest of all, That breath, which from his native air doth fall. How many weary paces have I measured! How many known and unknown dangers passed, Since I commenced my tedious Pilgrimage, The last great work of my death-yielding age! Yet am I blessed, that my returning bones Shall be raked up in England's peaceful earth. Oh happy Englishmen, if your sore eyes Did not look squint on your felicities! How other Countries envy, what you loathe, And surfeit on: and would make that their pride, Which is by your contempt still vilefied! This sickness fullness breeds in most men's blood; None less, than the possessors, know what's good. Now to my deputy: here his glories end. But stay: he comes to meet me. I'll attend. Confound this damned fox: he has cheated me of the best prey, I ever sharked for. Would I could light on him; I have a Constable here should make him stand. What's this? sharking, foxing, and a pistol? Th'emblem of thief, cheater, murderer? Sure, this vile Eldern was not of my planting. I know him: 'tis his brother, to whose trust I did enfeoff my place. I was directed this way to the Abbot. My lord— the judge detained by sickness from tomorrow's Session, desires your lordship's aid to the supply of his own place. Th' assistant justices rest their determining sentence on your lips. I'll give my old attendance. Your lordship's leave. I leave your lordship too. I must about this mischief to prevent: I'll force you both your offices repent. So, so, so. My customers drop in roundly. Welcome, Mr. Gripe, and the rest of my good friends, welcome! I am very glad to see you here. My house was not graced with an Usurer, and under-sheriff, many a day before; though I ha' been pestered with abundance of honester fellows. Speak, shall's be merry? what will you have to dinner? A rope. What dost thou tell me of dinner? No Sir, that shall be kept for your supper. Give me so me Sack and Aqua vitae. I will be drunk presently. It's clear. I have twenty cases for't. The concealing of murder is but manslaughter. I must ha' my book. Give 's some Sack, I say: must tut, etc. My Uncle committed? justice itself sent to the jail? Cousin, sweet Cousin, run, scud, fly— to Sir Bore Notwithstanding: he lies but three miles off; he's in my debt: bid him release me, and I'll release him. Stay Sir. He's in my debt too: I ha' solicited for Sir Bore these seven years, and have nothing but bare thanks. Nay then, take me with you. Thus— ha' you your lesson perfect? Yes, yes: as a Midwife her errand to a citizen's wife. There's not an Owl in an Ivy-bush, nor a parrot at a drugster's door, has who whoop, or walk Knave, more perfect. Robin, do't cunningly. My Dad shall be Only to me beholding for his life. By that advantage I recall his love.
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TO man, how ſweet is breath! yet ſweeteſt of all, That breath, which from his natiue ayre doth fall. How many weary paſes haue I meaſur'd! How many knowne and vnknowne dangers paſt, Since I commenc'd my tedious Pilgrimage, The laſt great worke of my death-yeelding age! Yet am I bleſt, that my returning bones Shall be rak't vp in Englands peacefull earth. Oh happy Engliſhmen, if your ſore eyes Did not looke ſquint on your felicities! How other Countries enuy, what you loth, And ſurfet on: and would make that their pride, Which is by your contempt ſtill vilefied! This ſickneſſe fulneſſe breedes in moſt mens blood; None leſſe, then the poſſeſſors, know what's good. Now to my deputy: here his glories end. But ſtay: he comes to meet me. Ile attend. Confound this damn'd foxe: he has cheated mee of the beſt prey, I euer ſhark'd for. Would I could light on him; I haue a Conſtable here ſhould make him ſtand. What's this? ſharking, foxing, and a piſtoll? Th'embleme of theefe, cheater, murderer? Sure, this vile Elderne was not of my planting. I know him: Tis his brother, to whoſe truſt I did infeoffe my place. I was directed this way to the Abbot. My lord—the Iudge detain'd by ſickneſſe from to morrow's Seſſion, deſires your lordſhips ayde to the ſupply of his owne place. Th' aſsiſtant Iuſtices reſt their determining ſentence on your lippes. Ile giue my old attendance. Your lordſhips leaue. I leaue your lordſhip too. I muſt about this miſchiefe to preuent: Ile force you both your offices repent. So, ſo, ſo. My cuſtomers drop in roundly. Welcome, Mr. Gripe, and the reſt of my good friends, welcome! I am very glad to ſee you here. My houſe was not grac'd with an Vſurer, and vnder-Sheriffe, many a day before; though I ha' been peſter'd with abundance of honeſter fellowes. Speake, ſhal' be merry? what will you haue to dinner? A rope. What doſt thou tell me of dinner? No Sir, that ſhall be kept for your ſupper. Giue me ſo me Sacke and Aqua vitae. I wil be drunk preſently. It's cleere. I haue twenty caſes for't. The concealing of murder is but man-ſlaughter. I muſt ha' my booke. Giue 's ſome Sacke, I ſay: mun tut, &c. My Vncle committed? Iuſtice it ſelfe ſent to the Iayle? Couſin, ſweet Couſin, runne, ſcudde, fly—to Sir Bare Notwithſtanding: he lyes but three miles off; he's in my debt: bid him releaſe me, and Ile releaſe him. Stay Sir. He's in my debt too: I ha' ſolicited for Sir Bare theſe ſeuen yeeres, and haue nothing but bare thankes. Nay then, take me with you. Thus— Ha you your leſſon perfect? Yes, yes: as a Mid-wife her errand to a Citizens wife. There's not an Owle in an Iuy-buſh, nor a Parrat at a Drugſters dore, has whoo whoop, or walke Knaue, more perfit. Robin, do't cunningly. My Dad ſhall be Only to me beholding for his life. By that aduantage I recall his loue.