Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 505 words
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Yet I pray you: But with the word the time will bring on summer, When Briars shall have leaves as well as thorns, And be as sweet as sharp: we must away, Our Wagon is prepared, and time revives us, All's well that ends well, still the fines the Crown; What ere the course, the end is the renown. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt taffeta fellow there, whose villainous saffron would have made all the vnbaked and dowy youth of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour, and your son here at home, more advanced by the King, then by that red-tailed humble Bee I speak of. I would I had not known him, it was the death of the most virtuous gentlewoman, that ever Nature had praise for creating. If she had partaken of my flesh and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I could not have owed her a more rooted love. 'twas a good Lady, 'twas a good Lady. We may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb. Indeed sir she was the sweet Margerom of the salad, or rather the herb of grace. They are not herbs you knave, they are nose-hearbes. I am no great Nabuchadnezar sir, I have not much skill in grace. Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool? A fool sir at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's. Your distinction. I would cousin the man of his wife, and do his service. So you were a knave at his service indeed. And I would give his wife my bauble sir to do her service. I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool. At your service. No, no, no. Why sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a prince as you are. Whos's that, a Frenchman? Faith sir a has an English main, but his physiognomy is more hotter in France then there. What prince is that? The black prince sir, alias the prince of darkness, alias the devil. Hold thee there's my purse, I give thee not this to suggest thee from thy master thou talk'st off, serve him still. I am a woodland fellow sir, that always loved a great fire, and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire, but sure he is the Prince of the world, let his Nobility remain in's Court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: some that humble themselves may, but the many will be too i'll and tender, and they'll be for the flowery way that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire. Go thy ways, I begin to be a weary of thee, and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways, let my horses be well looked too, without any tricks.
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Yet I pray you: But with the word the time will bring on ſummer, When Briars ſhall haue leaues as well as thornes, And be as ſweet as ſharpe: we muſt away, Our Wagon is prepar'd, and time reuiues vs, All's well that ends well, ſtill the fines the Crowne; What ere the courſe, the end is the renowne. No, no, no, your ſonne was miſled with a ſnipt taffata fellow there, whoſe villanous ſaffron wold haue made all the vnbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had beene aliue at this houre, and your ſonne heere at home, more aduancd by the King, then by that red-tail'd humble Bee I ſpeak of. I would I had not knowne him, it was the death of the moſt vertuous gentlewoman, that euer Nature had praiſe for creating. If ſhe had pertaken of my fleſh and coſt mee the deereſt groanes of a mother, I could not haue owed her a more rooted loue. Twas a good Lady, 'twas a good Lady. Wee may picke a thouſand ſallets ere wee light on ſuch another hearbe. Indeed ſir ſhe was the ſweete Margerom of the ſallet, or rather the hearbe of grace. They are not hearbes you knaue, they are noſe-hearbes. I am no great Nabuchadnezar ſir, I haue not much skill in grace. Whether doeſt thou profeſſe thy ſelfe, a knaue or a foole? A foole ſir at a womans ſeruice, and a knaue at a mans. Your diſtinction. I would couſen the man of his wife, and do his ſeruice. So you were a knaue at his ſeruice indeed. And I would giue his wife my bauble ſir to doe her ſeruice. I will ſubſcribe for thee, thou art both knaue and foole. At your ſeruice. No, no, no. Why ſir, if I cannot ſerue you, I can ſerue as great a prince as you are. Whoſe that, a Frenchman? Faith ſir a has an Engliſh maine, but his fiſnomie is more hotter in France then there. What prince is that? The blacke prince ſir, alias the prince of darkeneſſe, alias the diuell. Hold thee there's my purſe, I giue thee not this to ſuggeſt thee from thy maſter thou talk'ſt off, ſerue him ſtill. I am a woodland fellow ſir, that alwaies loued a great fire, and the maſter I ſpeak of euer keeps a good fire, but ſure he is the Prince of the world, let his Nobilitie remaine in's Court. I am for the houſe with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pompe to enter: ſome that humble themſelues may, but the manie will be too chill and tender, and theyle bee for the flowrie way that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire. Go thy waies, I begin to bee a wearie of thee, and I tell thee ſo before, becauſe I would not fall out with thee. Go thy wayes, let my horſes be wel look'd too, without any trickes.