Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 497 words
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May it please your Grace;— No Sir, it does not please me, I had thought, I had had men of some understanding, And wisdom of my Council; but I find none: Was it discretion Lords, to let this man, This good man (few of you deserve that Title) This honest man, wait like a lousy Footboy At Chamber door? and one, as great as you are? Why, what a shame was this? Did my Commission Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye Power, as he was a Counsellor to try him, Not as a Groom: There's some of ye, I see, More out of Malice than Integrity, Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean, Which ye shall never have while I live. Thus far My most dread Sovereign, may it like your Grace, To let my tongue excuse all. What was purposed Concerning his Imprisonment, was rather (If there be faith in men) meant for his Trial, And fair purgation to the world than malice, I'm sure in me. Well, well my Lords respect him, Take him, and use him well; he's worthy of it. I will say thus much for him, if a Prince May be beholding to a Subject; I Am for his love and service, so to him. Make memo more ado, but all embrace him; Be friends for shame my Lords: My Lord of Canterbury I have a Suit which you must not deny me. That is, a fair young Maid that yet wants Baptism, You must be Godfather, and answer for her. The greatest Monarch now alive may glory In such an honour: how may I deserve it, That am a poor and humble Subject to you? Come, come my Lord, you'd spare your spoons; You shall have two noble Partners with you: the old Duchess of Norfolk, and Lady marquis Dorset? will these please you? Once more my Lord of Winchester, I charge you Embrace, and love this man. With a true heart, And Brother; love I do it. And let Heaven Witness how dear, I hold this Confirmation. Good Man, those joyful tears show thy true hearts, The common voice I see is verified Of thee, which says thus: Do my Lord of Canterbury A shrewd turn, and he's your friend for ever: Come Lords, we trifle time away: I long To have this young one made a Christian. As I have made ye one Lords, one remain: So I grow stronger, you more Honour gain. You'll leave your noise anon ye Rascals: do you take the Court for Parish Garden: ye rude Slaves, leave your gaping: Good M. Porter I belong to th' Larder. Belong to th' Gallows, and be hanged ye Rogue: Is this a place to roar in? Fetch me a dozen Crabtree staves, and strong ones; these are but switches to 'em: I'll scratch your heads; you must be seeing Christen? Do you look for Ale, and Cakes here, you rude Rascals?
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May it pleaſe your Grace;— No Sir, it doe's not pleaſe me, I had thought, I had had men of ſome vnderſtanding, And wiſedome of my Councell; but I finde none: Was it diſcretion Lords, to let this man, This good man (few of you deſerue that Title) This honeſt man, wait like a lowſie Foot-boy At Chamber dore? and one, as great as you are? Why, what a ſhame was this? Did my Commiſſion Bid ye ſo farre forget your ſelues? I gaue ye Power, as he was a Counſellour to try him, Not as a Groome: There's ſome of ye, I ſee, More out of Malice then Integrity, Would trye him to the vtmoſt, had ye meane, Which ye ſhall neuer haue while I liue. Thus farre My moſt dread Soueraigne, may it like your Grace, To let my tongue excuſe all. What was purpos'd Concerning his Impriſonment, was rather (If there be faith in men) meant for his Tryall, And faire purgation to the world then malice, I'm ſure in me. Well, well my Lords reſpect him, Take him, and vſe him well; hee's worthy of it. I will ſay thus much for him, if a Prince May be beholding to a Subiect; I Am for his loue and ſeruice, ſo to him. Make memo more adoe, but all embrace him; Be friends for ſhame my Lords: My Lord of Canterbury I haue a Suite which you muſt not deny mee. That is, a faire young Maid that yet wants Baptiſme, You muſt be Godfather, and anſwere for her. The greateſt Monarch now aliue may glory In ſuch an honour: how may I deſerue it, That am a poore and humble Subiect to you? Come, come my Lord, you'd ſpare your ſpoones; You ſhall haue two noble Partners with you: the old Ducheſſe of Norfolke, and Lady Marqueſſe Dorſet? will theſe pleaſe you? Once more my Lord of Wincheſter, I charge you Embrace, and loue this man. With a true heart, And Brother; loue I doe it. And let Heauen Witneſſe how deare, I hold this Confirmation. Good Man, thoſe ioyfull teares ſhew thy true hearts, The common voyce I ſee is verified Of thee, which ſayes thus: Doe my Lord of Canterbury A ſhrewd turne, and hee's your friend for euer: Come Lords, we trifle time away: I long To haue this young one made a Chriſtian. As I haue made ye one Lords, one remaine: So I grow ſtronger, you more Honour gaine. You'l leaue your noyſe anon ye▪ Raſcals: doe you take the Court for Pariſh Garden: ye rude Slaues, leaue your gaping: Good M. Porter I belong to th' Larder. Belong to th' Gallowes, and be hang'd ye Rogue: Is this a place to roare in? Fetch me a dozen Crab-tree ſtaues, and ſtrong ones; theſe are but ſwitches to 'em: Ile ſcratch your heads; you muſt be ſeeing Chriſtenings? Do you looke for Ale, and Cakes heere, you rude Raskalls?