Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 494 words
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Even now, even here, not halfe an hour since. I did not see you since you sent me hence Home to the Centaur with the gold you gave me. Villain, thou didst deny the golds receipt, And toldst me of a Mistress, and a dinner, For which I hope thou feltst I was displeased. I am glad to see you in this merry vain, What means this jest, I pray you Master tell me? Yea, dost thou jeer & flout me in the teeth? Thinkest thou I jest? hold, take thou that, & that. Beats Dro. Hold sir, for God's sake, now your jest is earnest, Upon what bargain do you give it me? Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool, and chat with you, Your sauciness will jest upon my love, And make a Common of my serious hours, When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport, But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams: If you will jest with me, know my aspect, And fashion your demeanour to my looks, Or I will beat this method in your sconce. Sconce call you it? so you would leave battering, I had rather have it a head, and you use these blows long, I must get a sconce for my head, and Ensconce it to, or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders, but I pray sir, why am I beaten? Dost thou not know? Nothing sir, but that I am beaten. Shall I tell you why? I sir, and wherefore; for they say, every why hath a wherefore. Why first for flouting me, and then wherefore, for urging it the second time to me. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season, when in the why and the wherefore, is neither rhyme nor reason. Well sir, I thank you. Thank me sir, for what? Marry sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for something. But say sir, is it dinner time? No sir, I think the meat wants that I have. In good time sir: what's that? Basting. Well sir, than 'twill be dry. If it be sir, I pray you eat none of it. Your reason? Lest it make you choleric, and purchase me another dry basting. Well sir, learn to jest in good time, there's a time for all things. I durst have denied that before you were so choleric. By what rule sir? Marry sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of Father time himself. Let's hear it. There's no time for a man to recover his hair that grows bald by nature. May he not do it by fine and recovery? Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig, and recover the lost hair of another man. Why, is Time such a niggard of hair, being (as it is) so plentiful an excrement?
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Euen now, euen here, not halfe an howre ſince. I did not ſee you ſince you ſent me hence Home to the Centaur with the gold you gaue me. Villaine, thou didſt denie the golds receit, And toldſt me of a Miſtreſſe, and a dinner, For which I hope thou feltſt I was diſpleas'd. I am glad to ſee you in this merrie vaine, What meanes this ieſt, I pray you Maſter tell me? Yea, doſt thou ieere & flowt me in the teeth? Thinkſt yu I ieſt? hold, take thou that, & that. Beats Dro. Hold ſir, for Gods ſake, now your ieſt is earneſt, Vpon what bargaine do you giue it me? Becauſe that I familiarlie ſometimes Doe vſe you for my foole, and chat with you, Your ſawcineſſe will ieſt vpon my loue, And make a Common of my ſerious howres, When the ſunne ſhines, let fooliſh gnats make ſport, But creepe in crannies, when he hides his beames: If you will ieſt with me, know my aſpect, And faſhion your demeanor to my lookes, Or I will beat this method in your ſconce. Sconce call you it? ſo you would leaue battering, I had rather haue it a head, and you vſe theſe blows long, I muſt get a ſconce for my head, and Inſconce it to, or elſe I ſhall ſeek my wit in my ſhoulders, but I pray ſir, why am I beaten? Doſt thou not know? Nothing ſir, but that I am beaten. Shall I tell you why? I ſir, and wherefore; for they ſay, euery why hath a wherefore. Why firſt for flowting me, and then wherefore, for vrging it the ſecond time to me. Was there euer anie man thus beaten out of ſeaſon, when in the why and the wherefore, is neither rime nor reaſon. Well ſir, I thanke you. Thanke me ſir, for what? Marry ſir, for this ſomething that you gaue me for nothing. Ile make you amends next, to giue you nothing for ſomething. But ſay ſir, is it dinner time? No ſir, I thinke the meat wants that I haue. In good time ſir: what's that? Baſting. Well ſir, then 'twill be drie. If it be ſir, I pray you eat none of it. Your reaſon? Leſt it make you chollericke, and purchaſe me another drie baſting. Well ſir, learne to ieſt in good time, there's a time for all things. I durſt haue denied that before you vvere ſo chollericke. By what rule ſir? Marry ſir, by a rule as plaine as the plaine bald pate of Father time himſelfe. Let's heare it. There's no time for a man to recouer his haire that growes bald by nature. May he not doe it by fine and recouerie? Yes, to pay a fine for a perewig, and recouer the loſt haire of another man. Why, is Time ſuch a niggard of haire, being (as it is) ſo plentifull an excrement?