Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 484 words
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Oh friends, you have wronged my spirit to call it back, I was e'en in Elysium at rest. But why sir did you sown? Well though I die Master Well-tried before all these I do forgive you, because you were ignorant of my infirmity, oh sir, is't not up yet, I die again, put up now whilst I wink, or I do wink for ever. 'Tis up my Lord, open your eyes, but I pray tell me Is this antipathy twixt bright steel and you natural, or how grew it? I'll tell you sir, any thing bright and edged, works thus strongly with me, your hilts now I can handle as boldly, look you else. Nay never blame my Lord Master Well-tried, for I know a great many will sown at the sight of a shoulder of mutton or a quarter of Lamb, my Lord may be excused then, for a naked sword. This Lord, and this knight in dog-collars would make a fine brace of beagles. But on my faith 'twas mightily overseen of your father, not to bring you up to foils, or if he had bound you Prentice to a Cutler or an Ironmonger. I a pox, hang him old gouty fool, he never brought me up to any Lordly exercise, as fencing, dancing, rumbling, and such like: but forsooth I must write and read, & speak languages, and such base qualities, fit for none but Gentlemen. Now sir would I tell him, Father you are a Count, I am a Lo: a pox a writing and reading, and languages, let me be brought up as I was borne. But how my Lord came you first not to endure the sight of steel. Why I'll tell you Sir, when I was a child, an infant, an Innocent. 'twas e'en now. I being in the kitchen, in my Lo: my father's house, the Cook was making minced pies: so sir, I standing by the Dresser, there lay a heap of plums. Here was he mincing; what did me I sir, being a notable little witty coxcomb, but popped my hand just under his chopping knife, to snatch some Raisins, and so was cut o'er the hand, and never since could I endure the sight of any edge-tool. Indeed they are not fit for you my Lord, and now you are all so well satisfied in this matter, pray Ladies how like you this my Gentlewoman? In troth Madam exceeding well I, if you be provided, pray let me have her. It should be my request, but that I am full. What can you do? What's her name my Lord? Her name? I know not. What's her name Mr. Well-tried? Her name? slid, tell my Lady your name. Mistress Mary Princox forsooth. Mistress Mary Princax: she has wit, I perceive that already. methinks she speaks as if she were a my Lord's brood.
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Oh friends, you haue wrong'd my spirit to call backe, I was in Elizium at rest. But why sir did you sowne? Well though I die Maister Wel-tri'd before all these I doe forgiue you, because you were ignorant of my infirmitie, oh sir, i'st not vp yet, I die againe, put vp now whil'st I winke, or I doe winke for euer. Ti's vp my Lord, ope your eies, but I pray tell mee Is this antipathie twixt bright steele and you naturall, or how grew it? Il'e tell you sir, any thing bright and edg'd, works thus strongly with me, your hils now I can handle as boldlie, looke you else. Nay neuer blame my Lord Maister Well-tri'd, for I know a great manie will sowne at the sight of a shoulder of mutton or a quarter of Lambe, my Lord may be excus'd then, for a naked sword. This Lord, and this knight in dogge-collers would make a fine brace of beagles. But on my faith twas mightily ouerseene of your father, not to bring you vp to foyles, or if hee had bound you Prentise to a Cutler or an Ire-monger. I a poxe, hang him old gouty foole, he neuer brought me vp to any Lordly exercise, as fencing, dancing, rumbling, and such like: but forsooth I must write and reade, & speake languages, and such base qualities, fit for none but Gentlemen. Now sir would I tell him, Father you are a Count, I am a Lo: a poxe a writing and reading, and languages, let mee be brought vp as I was borne. But how my Lord came you first not to the sight of steele. Why I'l tell you Sir, when I was a child, an infant, an Innocent. T'was e'e now. I being in the kitchin, in my Lo: my fathers house, the Cooke was making minc'd pyes: so sir, I standing by the Dresser, there lay a heape of plums. Here was hee mincing; what did mee I sir, being a notable little witty coxcombe, but popt my hand iust vnder his chopping knife, to snatch some Reysins, and so was cut re the hand, and neuer ince could I endure the ight of any edge-toole. Indeede they are not fit for you my Lord, and now you are all so well satufied in this matter, pray Ladies how like you this my Gentlewoman? In troth Maddam exceeding well I, if you be prouided, pray let me haue her. It should be my request, but that I am full. What can you doe? What's her name my Lord? Her name? I know not. What's her name Mr. Well-try'd? Her name? slid, tell my Lady your name. Mistresse Mary Princox forsooth. Mistresse Mary Princax: she has wit, I perceiue that alreay. Mee thinkes she speakes as if she were a my Lords brood.