Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jan 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 481 words
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It serves my Lady, and our officer Pru. twelve mile an hour! Thom has the old trundle still. I am taken with the family, here, fine fellows? Viewing the muster roll. They are brave men! And of the Fly, blown discipline all, the quartermaster! The Fly's a rare bird, in his profession! Let's sip a private pint with him, I would have him Quit this light sign of the light heart, my bird: And lighter house. It is not for his tall And growing gravity so Cedar-like, To be the second to an Host in Cuerpo, That knows no elegancies, use his own Dictamen, and his Genius, I would have him Fly high, and strike at all. here's young Anon, too. What wine is't Gentlemen, white or claret? White. My brisk anon. I'll draw you Iuno's milk That died the Lilies, Colonel. Do so Pierce. A plague of all Iades, what a clap he has gi'n m Why how now cousin? Who's that? The ostler. What ail'st thou cousin Peck? O me, my haunches! As sure as you live, Sir, he knew perfectly I meant to Cozen him. He did leer so on me, And then he sneered. As who would say take heed sirrah, And when he saw our half-peck, which you know Was but an old court-dish, Lord how he stamped? I thought, 't had been for joy. When suddenly He cuts me a back caper with his heels, And takes me just o'the crupper. Down come I And my whole ounce of oats! Then he neighed out, As if he had a Mare by the tail. Troth cousin, You are to blame to use the poor dumb Christians, So cruelly, defraud 'em o'their dimensum, Yonder's the colonel's horse (there I looked in) Keeping our lady's Eue! The devil a bit He has got, since he came in yet! There he stands, And looks and looks, but 'tis your pleasure, coz, He should look lean enough. He has hay before him. Yes, but as gross as hemp, and as soon will choke him, Unless he eat it buttered. H'had four shoes, And good ones, when he came in: It is a wonder, With standing still he should cast three. Troth quartermaster, This trade is a kind of mystery, that corrupts Our standing manners quickly: Once a week, I meet with such a brush to mollify me. Sometimes a brace, to awake my Conscience, Yet still, I sleep securely. cousin Peck, You must use better dealing, faith you must. Troth, to give good example, to my successors, I could be well content to steal but two girths, And now and then a saddle cloth, change a bridle, For exercise: and stay there. If you could There were some hope, on you, coz. But the fate is You are drunk so early, you mistake whole Saddles: Sometimes a horse. I there's—
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It serues my Lady, and our officer Pru. Twelue mile an houre! hom has the old trundle still. I am taken with the family, here, fine fellowes? Viewing the muster roll. They are braue men! And of the Fly, blowne discipline all, the Quarter-Master! The Fly's a rare bird, in his profession! Let's sip a priuate pinte with him, I would haue him Quit this light signe of the light heart, my bird: And lighter house. It is not for his tall And growing grauity so Cedar-like, To be the second to an Host in Cuerpo, That knowes no elegancies, vse his owne Dictamen, and his Genius, I would haue him Flie high, and strike at all. Heer's yong Anone, too. What wine is't Gentlemen, white or claret? White. My briske Anone. I'le draw you Iuno's milke That died the Lilies, Colonel. Do so Peirce. A plague of all Iades, what a clap he has gi'n m Why how now Cossen? Who's that? The Hostler. What ayl'st thou Cossen Peck? O me, my hanches! As sure as you liue, Sir, he knew perfectly I meant to Cossin him. He did leere so on me, And then he snerd. As who would say take heed S'ah, And when he saw our halfe-pecke, which you know Was but an old court-dish, Lord how he stamp't? I thought, 't had beene for ioy. When suddainly He cuts me a backe caper with his heeles, And takes me iust o'the crouper. Downe come I And my whole ounce of oates! Then he neighed out, As if he had a Mare by the tayle. Troth Cossin, You are to blame to vse the poore dumbe Christians, So cruelly, defraud 'hem o'their dimensum, Yonder's the Colonels horse (there I look'd in) Keeping our Ladies Eue! The diuell a bit He ha's got, sin'e he came in yet! There he stands, And lookes and lookes, but t'is your pleasure, Cosse, He should looke leane enough. He ha's hay before him. Yes, but as grosse as hempe, and assoone will choake him, Vnlesse he eat it butter'd. H'had foure shoes, And good ones, when he came in: It is a wonder, With standing still he should cast three. Troth Quarter-Master, This trade is a kind of mystery, that corrupts Our standing manners quickely: Once a weeke, I meet with such a brush to mollifie me. Sometimes a brace, to awake my Conscience, Yet still, I sleepe securely. Cossin Peck, You must vse better dealing, fayth you must. Troth, to giue good example, to my successors, I could be well content to steale but two girths, And now and then a saddle cloth, change a bridle, For exercise: and stay there. If you could There were some hope, on you, Cosse. But the fate is You' are drunke so early, you mistake whole Saddles: Sometimes a horse. I there's—