Udall, Nicholas · published 1566 · first performed or written 1552 [1552-1554(?)] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 500 words
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If I were as ye be, by gog's dear mother, I would not leave one stone upon another. Though she would redeem it with twenty thousand pounds. It shall be even so, by his lily wounds. Be not at one with her upon any amends. No though she make to me never so many friends. Not if all the world for her would undertake, No not God himself neither, shall not her peace make, On therefore, march forward, soft, stay a while yet. On. Tarry. Forth. Back. On. Soft. Now forward set What business have we here? out alas, alas. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Didst thou see that Merrygreek? how afraid she was? Didst thou see how she fled apace out of my sight? Ah good sweet Custance I pity her by this light. That tender heart of yours will mar altogether, Thus will ye be turned with wagging of a feather. On sirs, keep your ray. On forth, while this gear is hot Soft, the Arms of Caleys, I have one thing forgot. What lack we now? Retire, or else we be all slain. Back for the pash of God, back sirs, back again. What is the great matter? This hasty forth going Had almost brought us all to utter undoing, It made me forget a thing most necessary. Well remembered of a captain by saint Mary. It is a thing must be had. Let us have it then. But I wot not where nor how. Then wot not I when. But what is it? Of a chief thing I am to seek. Tut so will ye be, when ye have studied a week. But tell me what it is? I lack yet an head-piece. The kitchen collocavit, the best hens to grece, Run, fet it Dobinet, and come at once withal, And bring with thee my potgun, hanging by the wall, I have seen your head with it full many a time, Covered as safe as it had been with a screen: And I warrant it save your head from any stroke, Except perchance to be amazed with the smoke: I warrant your head therewith, except for the mist, As safe as if it were fast locked up in a chest: And lo here our Dobinet cometh with it now. It will cover me to the shoulders well enough. Let me see it on. In faith it doth meetly well. There can be no fitter thing. Now ye must us tell What to do. Now forth in ray sirs, and stop no more. Now saint George to borrow, Drum dub a dub afore. What mean you to do sir, commit manslaughter. To kill forty such, is a matter of laughter. And who is it sir, whom ye intend thus to spill? Foolish Custance here forceth me against my will. And is there no mean your extreme wrath to slake. She shall some amends unto your good maship make. I will none amends. Is her offence so sore?
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If I were as ye be, by gogs deare mother, I woulde not leaue one stone vpon an other. Though she woulde redéeme it with twentie thousand poundes. It shall be euen so, by his lily woundes. Bee not at one with hir vpon any amendes. No though she make to me neuer so many frendes. Not if all the worlde for hir woulde vndertake, No not God hymselfe neither, shal not hir peace make, On therfore, marche forwarde, soft, stay a whyle yet. On. Tary. Forth. Back. On. Soft. Now forwardset What businesse haue we here? out alas, alas. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Dydst thou sée that Merygréeke? howe afrayde she was? Dydst thou sée how she fledde apace out of my sight? Ah good swéete Custance I pitie hir by this light. That tender heart of yours wyll marre altogether, Thus will ye be turned with waggyng of a fether. On sirs, keepe your ray. On forth, while this geare is hot Soft, the Armes of Caleys, I haue one thing forgot. What lacke we now? Retire, or else we be all slain. Backe for the pashe of God, backe sirs, backe againe. What is the great mater? This hastie forth goyng Had almost brought vs all to vtter vndoing, It made me forget a thing most necessarie. Well remembred of a captaine by sainct Marie. It is a thing must be had. Let vs haue it then. But I wote not where nor how. Then wote not I when. But what is it? Of a chiefe thing I am to séeke. Tut so will ye be, when ye haue studied a weke. But tell me what it is? I lacke yet an hedpiece. The kitchen collocauit, the best hennes to grece, Runne, fet it Dobinet, and come at once withall, And bryng with thée my potgunne, hangyng by the wall, I haue séene your head with it full many a tyme, Couered as safe as it had bene with a skrine: And I warrant it saue your head from any stroke, Except perchaunce to be amased with the smoke: I warrant your head therwith, except for the mist, As safe as if it were fast locked vp in a chist: And loe here our Dobinet commeth with it nowe. It will couer me to the shoulders well now. Let me see it on. In sath it doth metely well. There can be no fitter thing. Now ye must vs tell What to do. Now forth in ray sirs, and stoppe no more. Now sainct George to borow, Drum dubbe a dubbe afore. What meane you to do sir, committe manslaughter. To kyll forie such, is a matter of laughter. And who is it sir, whome ye intende thus to spill? Foolishe Custance here forceth me against my will. And is there no meane your extreme wrath to slake. She shall some amendes vnto your good mashyp make. I will none amendes. Is hir offence so sore?