Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 519 words
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You cannot pass Sir, Now they have seen me with you, without danger, They are here Sir, within hearing, take but two. Let the Law take 'em, take a tree Sir, I'll take my horse, that you may keep with safety: If they have brought no handsaws, within this hour I'll send you rescue, and a toil to take 'em. You shall not go so poorly, stay but one Sir. I have been so hampered with these rescues, So hewed and tortured, that the truth is Sir, I have mainly vowed against 'em, yet for your sake, If as you say there be but one, i'll stay, And see fair play a both sides. There is no More Sir, and as I doubt a base one two. Fie on him, go lug him out by the ears. Yes: This is he Sir, the basest in the kingdom. Do you know me? Yes for a general fool, A knave, a coward, and upstart stallion bawd, Beast, barking puppy, that dares not bite. The best man best knows patience. Yes, This way Sir, now draw you sword, and right you. Or render it to me, for one you shall do. If wearing it may do you any honour, I shall be glad to grace you, there it is Sir. Now get you home, and tell your Lady Mrs. She has shot up a sweet mushroom, quit your place too, And say you are counseled well, thou wilt be beaten else By thine own lancepresadoes; when they know thee, That tunes of oil of roses will not cure thee; Go get you to your foining work at Court, And learn to sweat again, and care dry mutton; An armour like a frost will search your bones, And make you roar you rogue; not a reply, For if you do your cares go off. Still patience. It is your place, and though in all things else You may and ever shall command me, yet In this i'll be obeyed. Sir, the consent That made me yours, shall never teach me to Repent I am so, yet be you but pleased To give me leave to say so much; the honour You offer me were better given to her, To whom you owe the power of giving. Mother, You hear this and rejoice in such a blessing That pays to you so large a share of duty, But fie no more, for as you hold a place Nearer my heart than she, you must fit nearest To all those graces, that are in the power Of Majesty to bestow. Which i'll provide, Shall be short lived, Lecure. I have it ready. 'Tis well, wait on our cup. You honour me. We are dull, No object to provoke mirth. Martell, If you remember Sir, will grace your feast With something that will yield matter of mirth, Fit for no common view. Touching Protaldye. You have it. What of him? I fear his baseness aside In spite of all the titles that my favours Have clothed him, which will, make discovery Of what is yet concealed.
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You cannot passe Sir, Now they haue seene me with you, without danger, They are heere Sir, within hearing, take but two. Let the Law take vm, take a tree Sir, Ile take my horse, that you may keepe with safety: If they haue brought no hand-sawes, within this hourc Ile send you rescue, and a toyle to take vm. You shall not go so poorely, stay but one Sir. I haue bene so hamperde with these rescues, So hewde and torturde, that the truth is Sir, I haue mainly vowde against vm, yet for your sake, If as you say there be but one, ile stay, And see faire play a both sides. There is no More Sir, and as I doubt a base one two. Fie on him, go lug him out by the eares. Yes: This is he Sir, the basest in the kingdome. Do you know me? Yes for a generall foole, A knaue, a coward, and vpstart stallion bawd, Beast, barking puppy, that dares not bite. The best man best knowes patience. Yes, This way Sir, now draw you sword, and right you. Or render it to me, for one you shall do. If wearing it may do you any honor, I shall be glad to grace you, there it is Sir. Now get you home, and tel your Lady Mrs. She has shot vp a sweete mushrump, quit your place too, And say you are counselde well, thou wilt be beaten else By thine owne lanceprisadoes; when they know thee, That tunes of oyle of roses wil not cure thee; Go get you to your foyning worke at Court, And learne to sweate agen, and care dry mutton; An armor like a frost will search your bones, And make you rore you rogue; not a reply, For if you do your cares go off. Still patience. It is your place, and though in all things else You may and euer shall command me, yet In this ile be obeyde. Sir, the consent That made me yours, shall neuer teach me to Repent I am so, yet be you but pleasde To giue me leaue to say so much; the honor You offer me were better giuen to her, To whom you owe the power of giuing. Mother, You heare this and reioyce in such a blessing That payes to you so large a share of duty, But fie no more, for as you hold a place Neerer my heart then she, you must fit neerest To all those graces, that are in the power Of Maiesty to bestow. Which i'le prouide, Shall be short liude, Lecure. I haue it ready. 'Tis well, waite on our cup. You honor me. We are dull, No obiect to prouoke mirth. Martell, If you remember Sir, will grace your feast With something that will yeeld matter of mirth, Fit for no common view. Touching Protaldye. You haue it. What of him? I feare his basenosse aside In spight of all the titles that my fauors Haue clothde him, which will, make discouery Of what is yet concealde.