Drue, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2] (Annals) history · Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 475 words
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Who's that calls Nurse? ay me I am o'erheard. Master Cranwell. Who goes there? Nurse? Cranwell. Madam. My sweet Lady. Whist honest Nurse? how strangely are we met? It is the place where you appointed us. Then heaven is gracious to my ignorance, For had this night worn on the pride of day, By I it could not have found out the way. Are you not weary Madam? Admit I be, let patience ease all, there's no remedy: Within cry. For Gravesend hoe. What's that, he frighted me. They call for their passengers to Graves-end. Pass we our fears with them, there stays at Lee A Bark that will redeem our liberty, If you dare venture, with my fortunes go, A tide of joy, may turn this stream of Woe. How you resolve of me, I know not, try, And when I shrink, brand me with infamy. In heaven's name, on then, fellows all in sorrow, When we stand need, we'll mutual comfort borrow. My Lord sit down, stand forth thou hypocrite. I never drunk hippocras in my life sir, 'twas strong Ale that I am guilty of. Clunie give evidence against this wretch, Hath set his hand to help a traitor hence. Indeed my Lord I am no Traitor, I am a Tiler, Clunie tells your Lordship a fable, we saw no such Man, not we. No, wilt thou obstinately stand in it, Didst not thou lend him a disguise, employ him 'mongst other labourers about thy work, And yet wilt thou deny thou art no Traitor. Slave, Villain, Dog, Have we not here the honest testimony Of mine own Parator, that saw him clothed In thy apparel, and darest thou deny it, Faggots, faggots, hence toth' stake with him. Oh good my Lord, I shall never endure it, I was once but burned i'th' hand, and I have been The worse for't ever since, do but hear me, Prove that I had any other apparel this seven years, Then that you see upon my back, and burn me not, But cut me into rashers, and broil me for Carbonadoes. My Lords as I am Clunie, and your Parator, This counterfeit simplicitude was he, That 'twixt the hours of 12. and 1. at Noon, Conveyed the impious Traitor from our search, By shifting him into his homely rags. Twixt 12. and 1. ne'er trust me, but at that very time I and my fellow here, (canst thou speak nothinge for thyself) were at dinner at mother Puttocks, with a piece of a Tripe and a black-pudding, by the same token there was a candle's end in't as long as my thumb. So, so, youare a cunning Knave, but sirrah, sirrah, This cannot serve your turn, you rescued him, And that byth' law is held as Capital, As if thyself wert guilty of the crime.
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Who's that calls Nurse? Aye me I am oreheard. Master Cranwell. Who goes there? Nurse? Cranwell. Madam. My sweete Lady. Whist honest Nurse? how strangely are we It is the place where you appointed vs. Then heaven is gratious to my ignorance, For had this night worne on the pride of day, By I it could not haue found out the way. Are you not weary Madam? Admit I be, let patience ease all, theres no Within cry. For Grauesend hoe. Whats that, he frighted me. They call for their passengers to Graues-end. Passe we our feares with them, there staies at Lee A Barke that will redeeme our liberty, If you dare venture, with my fortunes goe, A tide of Ioy, may turne this streame of Woe. How you resolue of me, I know not, try, And vvhen I shrinke, brand me vvith infamy. In heavens name, on then, fellowes all in sorrow, When we stand need, weele mutuall comfort borrow. My Lord sit downe, stand foorth thou Ipocret. I never drunke I pocrasse in my life sir, Twas strong Ale that I am guilty of. Clunie giue evidence against this wretch, Hath set his hand to helpe a traytor hence. Indeed my Lord I am no Traytor, I am a Tilor, Clunie tells your Lordship a fable, we saw no such Man, not vvee. No, wilt thou obstinately stand in it, Didst not thou lend him a disguise, imploy him Mongst other laborers about thy worke, And yet vvilt thou deny thou art no Traytor. Slaue, Villaine, Dogge, Haue we not heere the honest testimony Of mine owne Parator, that saw him clothed In thy apparell, and darest thou deny it, Fagots, fagots, hence toth' stake with him. Oh good my Lord, I shall never indure it, I was wance but burnt ith hand, and I haue bin The worse fort ever since, doe but heere me, Prooue that I had any other apparell this seven yeares, Then that you see vpon my backe, and burne me not, But cut me into rashers, and broyle me for Carbonadoes. My Lords as I am Clunie, and your Parator, This counterfeit simplicitude was he, That twixt the houres of 12. and 1. at Noone, Convayed the impious Traytor from our fearch, By shifting him into his homely raggs. Twixt 12. and 1. nere trust me, but at that time I and my fellow heere, (canst thou speake nothing thy selfe) were at dinner at mother Puttocks, with a pi of a Tripe and a blacke-Pudding, by the same token th was a candles end in't as long as my thumbe. So, so, yar a cunning Knaue, but sirra, sirra, This cannot serue your turne, you rescued him, And that by'th law is held as Capitall, As if thy selfe wert guilty of the crime.