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 · 487 words
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O my Secretary! what says my Secretary? Child o'the bottles, what's he? what he? A civil young Gentleman, Master Arthur, that keeps company with the Roarers, and disburses all, still. He has ever money in his purse; He pays for them; and they roar for him: one does good offices for another. They call him the Secretary, but he serves no body. A great friend of the Ballad-men they are never asunder. What pity 'tis, so civil a young man should haunt this debauched company? here's the bane of the youth of our time apparent. A proper penman, I see't in his countenance, he has a good Clerks look with him, and I warrant him a quick hand. A very quick hand, Sir. All the purses, and purchase, I give you to day by conveyance, bring hither to Ursula's presently. Hear we will meet at night in her lodge, and share. Look you choose good places, for your standing i'the Fair, when you sing Nightingale. I, near the fullest passages; and shifted 'em often. And i'your singing, you must use your hawks eye nimbly, and fly the purse to a mark, still, where 'tis worn, and o' which side; that you may give me the sign with your beak, or hung your head that way i'the tune. Enough, talk no more on't: your friendship (Masters) is not now to begin. Drink your draught of Indenture, your sup of Covenant, and away, the Fair fills apace, company begins to come in, and I ha' ne'er a Pig ready, yet. Well said! fill the cups, and light the tobacco: let's give fire i'th' works, and noble vapours. And shall we ha' smocks Ursula, and good whimsies, ha'? Come, you are i'your bawdy vain! the best the Fair will afford, Zekiel, if Bawd Whit keep his word; how do the Pigs, Mooncalf? Very passionate, Mistress, on on 'em has wept out an eye. Master Arthur o' Bradley is melancholy, here, no body talks to him. Will you any tobacco Master Arthur? Not, boy, let my meditations alone. He's studying for an Oration, now. If I can, with this day's travel; and all my policy, but rescue this youth, here out of the hands of the lewd man, and the strange woman. I will sit down at night; and say with my friend Ovid, jamque opus exegi, quod nec Povis ira, nec ignis, etc. Here Zekiel; here's a health to Ursula, and a kind vapour, thou hast money i'thy purse still; and store! how dost thou come by it? Pray thee vapour thy friends some in a courteous vapour. Half I have, Master Dan. Knockhum, is always at your service, Ha', sweet nature! what Goshawk would pray upon such a Lamb? Let's see, what 'tis, Zekiel! count it, come, fill him to pledge me. We are here before 'em, me thinks. All the better, we shall see 'em come in now.
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O my Secretary! what ſayes my Secretarie? Childe o'the bottles, what's he? what he? A ciuill young Gentleman, Maſter Arthur, that keepes company with the Roarers, and disburſes all, ſtill. He has euer money in his purſe; He payes for them; and they roare for him: one do's good offices for another. They call him the Secretary, but he ſerues no body. A great friend of the Ballad-mans they are neuer aſunder. What pitty 'tis, ſo ciuill a young man ſhould haunt this debaucht company? here's the bane of the youth of our time apparant. A proper penman, I ſee't in his countenance, he has a good Clerks looke with him, and I warrant him a quicke hand. A very quicke hand, Sir. All the purſes, and purchaſe, I giue you to day by conueyance, bring hither to Vrſla's preſently. Heere we will meet at night in her lodge, and ſhare. Looke you chooſe good places, for your ſtanding i'the Fayre, when you ſing Nightingale. I, neere the fulleſt paſſages; and ſhift 'hem often. And i'your ſinging, you muſt vſe your hawks eye nimbly, and flye the purſe to a marke, ſtill, where 'tis worne, and o' which ſide; that you may gi' me the ſigne with your beake, or hang your head that way i'the tune. Enough, talke no more on't: your friendſhip (Maſters) is not now to beginne. Drinke your draught of Indenture, your ſup of Couenant, and away, the Fayre fils apace, company begins to come in, and I ha' ne'er a Pigge ready, yet. Well ſaid! fill the cups, and light the tabacco: let's giue fire i'th' works, and noble vapours. And ſhall we ha' ſmockes Vrſla, and good whimſies, ha? Come, you are i'your bawdy vaine! the beſt the Fayre will afford, Zekiel, if Bawd Whit keepe his word; how doe the Pigges, Moone-calfe? Very paſſionate, Miſtreſſe, on on 'hem has wept out an eye. Maſter Arthur o' Bradley is melancholy, heere, no body talkes to him. Will you any tabacco Maſter Arthur? No, boy, let my meditations alone. He's ſtudying for an Oration, now. If I can, with this daies trauell; and all my policy, but reſcue this youth, here out of the hands of the lewd man, and the ſtrange woman. I will ſit downe at night; and ſay with my friend Ouid, Iam que opus exegi, quod nec Pouis ira, nec ignis, &c. Here Zekiel; here's a health to Vrſla, and a kind vapour, thou haſt money i'thy purſe ſtill; and ſtore! how doſt thou come by it? Pray thee vapour thy friends ſome in a courteous vapour. Halfe I haue, Maſter Dan. Knockhum, is alwaies at your ſeruice, Ha, ſweete nature! what Goſhawke would prey vpon ſuch a Lambe? Let's ſee, what 'tis, Zekiel! count it, come, fill him to pledge mee. VVEe are heere before 'hem, me thinkes. All the better, we ſhall ſee 'hem come in now.