Udall, Nicholas · published 1566 · first performed or written 1552 [1552-1554(?)] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 522 words
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What weep? fie for shame, and blubber? for manhood's sake, Never let your foe so much pleasure of you take. Rather play the man's part, and do love refrain. It she despise you e'en despise ye her again. By gosse and for thy sake I defy her in deed. Yea and perchance that way ye shall much sooner speed, For one mad property these women have in ●ey, When ye will, they will not: Will not ye, then will they. Ah foolish woman, ah most unlucky Custance, Ah unfortunate woman, ah peevish Custance, Art thou to thine harms so obstinately bent, That thou canst not see where lieth thine high preferment? Canst thou not lub dis man, which could lub dée so well? Art thou so much thine own foe. Thou dost the truth tell. Well I lament. So do I. Wherefore. For this thing Because she is gone. I mourn for another thing. What is it Merrygreek, wherefore thou dost grief take? That I am not a woman myself for your sake, I would have you myself, and a straw for yond Gill, And mock much of you though it were against my will. I would not I warrant you, fall in such a rage, As so to refuse such a goodly parsonage. In faith I heartily thank thee Merrygreek. And I were a woman. Thou wouldest to me seek. For though I say it, a goodly person ye be. No, no. Yes a goodly man as ere I did see. No, I am a poor homely man as God made me. By the faith that I owe to God sir, but ye be. Would I might for your sake, spend a thousand pound land. I dare say thou wouldest have me to thy husband. Yea: And I were the fairest lady in the shire, And knew you as I know you, and see you now here, Well I say no more. Gramercies with all my heart. But since that can not be, will ye play a wise part? How should I? Refrain from Custance a while now. And I warrant her soon right glad to seek to you, Ye shall see her anon come on her knees creeping, And pray you to be good to her salt tears weeping. But what and she come not? In faith then farewell the. Or else if ye be wroth, ye may avenged be. By cocks precious potstick, and e'en so I shall. I will utterly destroy her, and house and all. But I would be avenged in the mean space, On that vile scribbler, that did my wooing disgrace. Scribbler (ko you) in deed he is worthy no less. I will call him to you, and ye bid me doubtless. Yes, for although he had as many lives, As a thousand widows, and a thousand wives, As a thousand lions, and a thousand rats, A thousand wolves, and a thousand cats, A thousand bulls, and a thousand calves, And a thousand legions divided in halves, H shall neuer scae death on my swordes point, Though I should be torn therefore joint by joint.
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What wéepe? sye for shame, and blubber? for manhods sake, Neuer lette your foe so muche pleasure of you take. Rather play the mans parte, and doe loue refraine. It she despise you éen despise ye hir again. By gosse and for thy sake I delye hir in déede. Yea and perchaunce that way ye shall much sooner spéede, For one madde propretie these women haue in ey, When ye will, they will not: Will not ye, then will they. Ah foolishe woman, ah moste vnluckie Custance, Ah vnfortunate woman, ah pieuishe Custance, Art thou to thine harmes so obstinately bent, That thou canst not sée where lieth thine high preferment? Canst thou not lub dis man, which coulde lub dée so well? Art thou so much thine own foe. Thou dost the truth tell. Wel I lamēt. So do I. Wherfor. For this thing Bicause she is gone. I mourne for an other thing. What is it Merygréeke, wherfore thou dost griefe take? That I am not a woman my selfe for your sake, I would haue you my selfe, and a strawe for yond Gill, And mocke much of you though it were against my will. I would not I warrant you, fall in such a rage, As so to refuse suche a goodly personage. In faith I heartily thanke thée Merygréeke. And I were a woman. Thou wouldest to me séeke. For though I say it, a goodly person ye bée. No, no. Yes a goodly man as ere I dyd sée. No, I am a poore homely man as God made mée. By the faith that I owe to God sir, but ye bée. Woulde I might for your sake, spende a thousande pound land. I dare say thou wouldest haue me to thy husbande. Yea: And I were the fairest lady in the shiere, And knewe you as I know you, and sée you nowe here, Well I say no more. Gramercies with all my hart. But since that can not be, will ye play a wise parte? How should I? Refraine from Custance a while now. And I warrant hir soone right glad to séeke to you, Ye shall sée hir anon come on hir knées créeping, And pray you to be good to hir sale teares wéeping. But what and she come not? In faith then farewel he. Or else if ye be wroth, ye may auenged be. By cocks precious ptsticke, and éen so I shall. I wyll vtterly destroy hir, and house and all. But I woulde be auenged in the meane space, On that vie scribler, that did my wowyng disgrace. Scribler (ko you) in déede he is worthy no lesse. I will call hym to you, and ye bidde me doubtlesse. Yes, for although he had as many liues, As a thousande widowes, and a thousande wiues, As a thousande yons, and a thound rattes, A thousande wolues, and a thousande cattes, A thousande bulles, and a thousande calues, And a thounde gions diuided in halues, H shall neuer scae death on my swordes point, Though I shoulde be torne therfore ioynt by ioynt.