Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 494 words
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Angry with me? why dam me Sir, and you be; Cut with your sword, it is not with me I tell you As it was yesterday, I am fleshed man, I. Have you any thing to say to me? Nothing but this, how many do you think, you have slain last night? Why five, I never kill less. There was but four: my Lord, you had best provide yourself and begone, three you have slain stark dead. You jest. 'tis most true, Well-tried is fled. Why let the Roarers meddle with me another time, as for flying, I scorn it, I killed 'em like a man; when did you ever see a Lord hang for any thing? we may kill whom we list, marry my conscience pricks me; ah plague a this drink, what things it makes us do, I do no more remember this now than a puppy-dog. Oh bloody Lord that art bedaubed with gore, Vain world adieu, for I will roar no more. Nay stay my Lord, I did but try the tenderness of your conscience, all this is nothing so, but to sweeten the tale (I have for you) I foretold you this feigned mischance. Is it a tale belonging to the Widow? I think you are a witch. My grandmother was suspected. The Widow has desired you by me to meet her tomorrow morning at Church in some unknown disguise, lest any suspect it, for quoth she, Long hath he held me fast in his moist hand, Therefore I will be his in nuptial band. Bold, I have ever taken you to be my friend, I am very wise now, and valiant, if this be not true, damn-me Sir, you are the son of a whore, and you lie, and I will make it good with my sword. I am, whate'er you please Sir, If it be not true, I will go with you to the Church myself, your disguise I have thought on; the Widow is your own. Come, leave your fooling. If this be true, thou little Boy, So true, as thou tell'st to me, Tomorrow morn when I have the Widow, My dear friend shalt thou be. Sir, 'tis most true and in this shall you be unlike to other Citizens that arrest To undo Gentlemen: your clemency here perchance saves two lives, one from the other's sword, The other from the Laws; this morn they fight, And though your debtor be a Lord, yet should he Miscarry, certainly your debt were lost. Dost thou serve the Lord Proudly? Sir, I do. Well, such a Boy as thou, is worth more money Than thy Lord owes me, 'tis not for the debt I do arrest him, but to end this strife, Which both may lose my money and his life. My Horse there, zounds I would not for the world He should alight before me in the field, My name and honor were for ever lost.
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Angrie with me? why dam me Sir, and you be; Cut with your sword, it is not with me I tell you As it was yesterday, I am fleshman, I. Haue you any thing to say to me? Nothing but this, how many doe you thinke, you haue slaine last night? Why fiue, I neuer kill lesse. There was but foure: my Lord, you had best prouide your selfe and begon, three you haue slaine starke dead. You jest. T'is most true, Weltri'd is fled. Why let the Rorers meddle with me another time, as for flying, I scorne it, I kild 'em like a man; when did you euer see a Lord hang for any thing? we may kill whom we list, marry my conscience picks me; ah plague a this drinke, what things it makes vs doe, I doe no more remember this now than a puppie-dogge. Oh bloodie Lord that art bedawb'd with gore, Vaine world adiew, for I will rore no more. Nay stay my Lord, I did but trie the tendernesse of your conscience, all this is nothing so, but to sweeten the tale (I haue for you) I foretold you this fain'd mischance. Is it a tale belonging to the Widdow? I thinke you are a witch. My grand-mother was suspected. The Widdow has desired you by me to meete her to morrow morning at Church in some vknowne disguise, least any suspect it, for quoth she, Long hath he held me fast in his moist hand, Therefore I will be his in nuptiall band. Bould, I haue euer taken you to be my friend, I am very wise now, and valiant, if this be not true, damme Sir, you are the sonne of a whore, and you lie, and I will make it good with my sword. I am, what e're you please Sir, If it be not true, I will goe with you to the Church my selfe, your disguise I haue thought on; the Widdow is your owne. Come, leaue your fooling. If this be true, thou little Boy, So true, as thou tel'st to me, To morrow morne when I haue the Widdow, My deare friend shalt thou be. Sir, t'is most true and in this shall you be vnlike to other Citizens that arrest To vndoe Gentlemen: your clemencie heere perchance saues two liues, one from the others sword, The other from the Lawes; this morne they fight, And though your debtor be a Lord, yet should he Miscarrie, certainely your debt were lost. Do'st thou serue the Lord Proudly? Sir, I do. Well, such a Boy as thou, is worth more money Then thy Lord owes me, t'is not for the debt I doe arrest him, but to end this strife, Which both may loose my money and his life. My Horse there, Z'oones I would not for the world He should alight before me in the field, My name and henor were for euer lost.