Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 469 words
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Sweet Win, bid Solomon sand me the little black box within, in my study. I, quickly, good Mistress, I pray you: for I have both eggs o'the Spit, and iron i'the fire, say, what you must have, good Mr Little-wit. Why, you know the price, Mr Numps. I know? I know nothing. I, what tell you me of knowing? (now I am in haste) Sir, I do not know, and I will not know, and I scorn to know, and yet, (now I think on't) I will, and do know, as well as another; you must have a Mark for your thing here, and eight pence for the box; I could ha' saved two pence i''at, an I had bought it myself, but here's fourteen shillings for you. Good Lord! how long your little wife stays! pray God, Solomon, your Clerk, be not looking i'the wrong box, Mr Proctor. Good i'faith! no, I warrant you, Solomon is wiser than so, Sir. Fie, fie, fie, by your leave Master Little-wit, this is scurvy, idle, foolish and abominable, with all my heart; I do not like it. Do you hear? Iacke Little-wit, what business does thy pretty head think, this fellow may have, that he keeps such a coil with? Moore than buying of gingerbread i'the Cloister, here, (for that we allow him) or a guilt pouch i'the Fair? Master Quarlous, do not mistake him: he is his Master's both-hands, I assure you. What? to pull on his boots, a mornings, or his stockings, does he? Sir, if you have a mind to mock him, mock him softly, and look tother way: for if he apprehended you flout him, once, he will fly at you presently. A terrible testy old fellow, and his name is Wasp too. Pretty Insect! make much on him. A plague o''is box, and the pox too, and on him that made it, and her that went for't, and all that should ha' sought it, sent it, or brought it! do you see, Sir? Nay, good Mr Wasp. Good Master Hornet, turd i'your teeth, hold you your tongue; do not I know you? your father was a Apothecary, and sold glisters, more than he gave, I wiss: and turd i'your little wife's teeth too (here she come) 'twill make her spit as fine as she is, for all her velvet-custard on her head, Sir. O! be civil Master Numps. Why, say I have a humour not to be civil; how than? who shall compel me? you? Here is the box, now. Why a pox o'your box, once again: let your little wife stolen in it, and she william. Sir, I would have you to understand, and these Gentlemen too, if they please— With all our hearts. Sir. That I have a charge. Gentlemen. They do apprehended, Sir.
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Sweet VVin, bid Salomon ſend mee the little blacke boxe within, in my ſtudy. I, quickly, good Miſtreſſe, I pray you: for I haue both egges o'the Spit, and yron i'the fire, ſay, what you muſt haue, good Mr Little-wit. Why, you know the price, Mr Numps. I know? I know nothing. I, what tell you mee of knowing? (now I am in haſt) Sir, I do not know, and I will not know, and I ſcorne to know, and yet, (now I think on't) I will, and do know, as well as another; you muſt haue a Marke for your thing here, and eight pence for the boxe; I could ha' ſau'd two pence i'that, an' I had bought it my ſelfe, but heere's foureteene ſhillings for you. Good Lord! how long your little wife ſtaies! pray God, Salomon, your Clerke, be not looking i'the wrong boxe, Mr Proctor. Good i'faith! no, I warrant you, Salomon is wiſer then ſo, Sir. Fie, fie, fie, by your leaue Maſter Little-wit, this is ſcuruy, idle, fooliſh and abominable, with all my heart; I doe not like it. Doe you heare? Iacke Little-wit, what buſineſſe do's thy pretty head thinke, this fellow may haue, that he keepes ſuch a coyle with? More then buying of ginger-bread i'the Cloyſter, here, (for that wee allow him) or a guilt pouch i'the Fayre? Maſter Quarlous, doe not miſtake him: he is his Maſters both-hands, I aſſure you. What? to pull on his boots, a mornings, or his ſtockings, do's hee? Sir, if you haue a minde to mocke him, mocke him ſoftly, and looke to'ther way: for if hee apprehend you flout him, once, he will flie at you preſently. A terrible teſtie old fellow, and his name is Waſpe too. Pretty Inſect! make much on him. A plague o'this boxe, and the poxe too, and on him that made it, and her that went for't, and all that ſhould ha' ſought it, ſent it, or brought it! doe you ſee, Sir? Nay, good Mr Waſpe. Good Maſter Hornet, turd i'your teeth, hold you your tongue; doe not I know you? your father was a Pothecary, and ſold gliſters, more then hee gaue, I wuſſe: and turd i'your little wiues teeth too (heere ſhe come) 'twill make her ſpit as fine as ſhe is, for all her veluet-cuſterd on her head, Sir. O! be ciuill Maſter Numpes. Why, ſay I haue a humour not to be ciuill; how then? who ſhall compell me? you? Here is the boxe, now. Why a pox o'your boxe, once againe: let your little wife ſtale in it, and ſhe will. Sir, I would haue you to vnderſtand, and theſe Gentlemen too, if they pleaſe— With all our hearts. Sir. That I haue a charge. Gentlemen. They doe apprehend, Sir.