Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jan 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 481 words
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By silence. A modest, and a fair well spoken-child. Her Ladyship, shall have him, sovereign Pru, Or what I have beside: divide my heart, Between you and your Lady. Make your use of it: My house is yours, my son is yours. Behold, I tender him to your service; Frank, become What these brave Ladies would ha' you. Only this, There is a charwoman i'the house, his nurse, An Irish woman, I took in, a beggar, That waits upon him; a poor silly fool, But an impertinent, and sedulous one, As ever was: will vex you on all occasions, Never be off, or from you, but in her sleep; Or drink which makes it. She doth love him so, Or rather dote on him. Now, for her, a shape, As we may dress her (and I'll help) to fit her, With a tuft-taffata cloak, an old French hood, And other pieces, heterogene enough. We ha'brought a standard of apparel, down, Because this tailor failed us i'the main. She shall advance the game. About it then. And send but Trundle, hither, the coachman, to me. I shall: But Pru, let Lovel ha' fair quarter. The best. Our Host (methinks) is very game some! How like you the boy? A miracle! Good madam But take him in, and sort a suit for him, e giue our Trundle his instructions; And wait upon your Ladyship, i'the instant. But Pru, what shall we call him, when we ha' dressed him? My lady-nobody, Any thing what you will. Call him Laetitia, by my sister's name, And so 'twill mind our mirth too, we have in hand. Good Trundle, you must straight make ready the Coach, And lead the horses out but half a mile, Into the fields, whether you will, and then Drive in again, with the Coach-leaves put down, At the back gate, and so to the back stairs, As if you brought in somebody, to my Lady, A Kinswoman, that she sent for, Make that answer If you be asked; and give it out i'the house, so. What trick is this, good Mistress Secretary, you'd put upon us? Us? Do you speak plural? Me and my Mares are us. If you so join 'em. Elegant Trundle, you may use your figures. I can but urge, it is my Lady's service. Good Mistress Prudence, you can urge enough. I know you are Secretary to my Lady, And Mistress Steward. You'll still be trundling, And ha' your wages stopped, now at the Audite. 'tis true, you are Gentlewoman o'the horse too. Or what you will beside, Pru, I do think it: My best to obey you. And I think so too, Trundle. Why here's return enough of both our venters, If we do make no more discovery. what? Then o' this Parasite? O he's a dainty one. The Parasite o' the house. here comes mine host.
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By silence. A modest, and a faire well spoken-child. Her Ladiship, shall haue him, soueraigne Pru, Or what I haue beside: diuide my heart, Betweene you and your Lady. Make your vse of it: My ouse is yours, my sonne is yours. Behold, I tender him to your seruice; Franke, become What these braue Ladies would ha' you. Only this, There is a chare-woman i'the house, his nurse, An Irish woman, I tooke in, a beggar, That waits vpon him; a poore silly foole, But an impertinent, and sedulous one, As euer was: will vexe you on all occasions, Neuer be off, or from you, but in her sleepe; Or drinke which makes it. She doth loue him so, Or rather doate on him. Now, for her, a shape, As we may dresse her (and I'le helpe) to fit her, With a tuft-taffata cloake, an old French hood, And other pieces, heterogene enough. We ha'brought a standard of apparrell, down, Because this Taylor ayld vs i'the maine. She shall aduance the game. About it then. And send but Trundle, hither, the coachman, to me. I shall: But Pr, let Louel ha'faire quarter. The best. Our Host (me thinks) is very game some! How like you the boy? A miracle! Good Madame But take him in, and sort a sute for him, e giue our Trundle his instructions; And wayt vpon your Ladiship, i'the instant. But Pru, what shall we call him, when we ha'drest him? My Lady-No-body, Any thing what you wil. Call him Laetitia, by my sisters name, And so t'will minde our mirth too, we haue in hand. Good Trundle, you must straight make ready the Coach, And lead the horses out but halse a mile, Into the fields, whether you will, and then Driue in againe, with the Coach-leaues put downe, At the backe gate, and so to the backe stayres, As if you brought in some body, to my Lady, A Kinswoman, that she sent for, Make that answer If you be askd; and giue it out 'the house, so. What trick is this, good Mistrisse Secretary, Youl'd put vpon vs? Vs? Do you speake plrall? Me and my Mares are vs. If you so ioyne 'hem. Elegant Trundle, you may vse your figures. I can but vrge, it is my Ladies seruice. Good Mistrisse Prudence, you can vrge inough. I know you 'are Secretary to my Lady, And Mistresse Steward. You'l still be trundling, And ha' your wages stopt, now at the Audite. Tis true, you 'are Gentlewoman o'the horse too. Or what you will beside, Pru, I do thinke it: My best to' obey you. And I thinke so too, Trundl. Why here's returne inough of both our venters, If we doe make no more discouery. what? Then o' this Parasite? O he's a deinty one. The Parasite o' the house. here comes mine host.