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 · 499 words
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Pray Sir be patiented; 'tis as much impossible, Unless we sweep 'em from the door with Cannons, To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep On May-day Morning, which will never be: We may as well push against Paul's as stir 'em. How got they in, and be hanged? Alas I know not, how gets the Tide in? As much as one sound Cudgel of four foot, (You see the poor remainder) could distribute, I made no spare Sir. You did nothing Sir. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand, To mow 'em down before me: but if I spared any That had a head to hit, either young or old, He or she, Cuckold or Cuckold-maker: Let me ne'er hope to see a Chine again, And that I would not for a Cow, God save her. Do you hear M. Porter? I shall be with you presently, good M. Puppy, Keep the door close Sirrah. What would you have me do? What should you do, But knock 'em down by th' dozen? Is this More fields to muster in? Or have we some strange Indian with the great Tool, come to Court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of Fornication is at door? On my Christian Conscience this one Christening will beget a thousand, here will be Father, Godfather, and all together. The Spoons will be the bigger Sir: There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a Brazier by his face, for o' my conscience twenty of the Dog-days now reign in's Nose; all that stand about him are under the Line, they need no other penance: that Fire-Drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his Nose discharged against me; he stands there like a Morter-piece to blow us. There was a Haberdasher's Wife of small wit, near him, that railed upon me, till her pincked porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the State. I missed the Meteor once, and hit that Woman, who cried out Clubs, when I might see from far, some forty Truncheoners draw to her succour, which were the hope o' th' Strand where she was quartered; they fell on, I made good my place; at length they came to th' broom staff to me, I defied 'em still, when suddenly a File of Boys behind 'em, lose shot, delivered such a shower of Pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine Honour in, and let 'em win the Work, the Devil was amongst 'em I think surely. These are the youths that thunder at a Playhouse, and fight for bitten Apples, that no Audience but the tribulation of Tower Hill, or the Limbs of Limehouse, their dear Brothers are able to endure. I have some of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running Banquet of two Beadles, that is to come.
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Pray Sir be patient; 'tis as much impoſſible, Vnleſſe wee ſweepe 'em from the dore with Cannons, To ſcatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em ſleepe On May-day Morning, which will neuer be: We may as well puſh againſt Powles as ſtirre 'em. How got they in, and be hang'd? Alas I know not, how gets the Tide in? As much as one ſound Cudgell of foure foote, (You ſee the poore remainder) could diſtribute, I made no ſpare Sir. You did nothing Sir. I am not Sampſon, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand, To mow 'em downe before me: but if I ſpar'd any That had a head to hit, either young or old, He or ſhee, Cuckold or Cuckold-maker: Let me ne're hope to ſee a Chine againe, And that I would not for a Cow, God ſaue her. Do you heare M. Porter? I ſhall be with you preſently, good M. Puppy, Keepe the dore cloſe Sirha. What would you haue me doe? What ſhould you doe, But knock 'em downe by th' dozens? Is this More fields to muſter in? Or haue wee ſome ſtrange Indian with the great Toole, come to Court, the women ſo beſiege vs? Bleſſe me, what a fry of Fornication is at dore? On my Chriſtian Conſcience this one Chriſtening will beget a thouſand, here will bee Father, God-father, and all together. The Spoones will be the bigger Sir: There is a fellow ſomewhat neere the doore, he ſhould be a Braſier by his face, for o' my conſcience twenty of the Dog-dayes now reigne in's Noſe; all that ſtand about him are vnder the Line, they need no other pennance: that Fire-Drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his Noſe diſcharged againſt mee; hee ſtands there like a Morter-piece to blow vs. There was a Habberdaſhers Wife of ſmall wit, neere him, that rail'd vpon me, till her pinck'd porrenger fell off her head, for kindling ſuch a combuſtion in the State. I miſt the Meteor once, and hit that Woman, who cryed out Clubbes, when I might ſee from farre, ſome forty Truncheoners draw to her ſuccour, which were the hope o' th' Strond where ſhe was quartered; they fell on, I made good my place; at length they came to th' broome ſtaffe to me, I defide 'em ſtil, when ſodainly a File of Boyes behind 'em, looſe ſhot, deliuer'd ſuch a ſhowre of Pibbles, that I was faine to draw mine Honour in, and let 'em win the Worke, the Diuell was amongſt 'em I thinke ſurely. Theſe are the youths that thunder at a Playhouſe, and fight for bitten Apples, that no Audience but the tribulation of Tower Hill, or the Limbes of Limehouſe, their deare Brothers are able to endure. I haue ſome of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance theſe three dayes; beſides the running Banquet of two Beadles, that is to come.