Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 486 words
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This man amazes me! I pray you, like one of 'em, Sir. I do like him there, that has the best warrant, Mistress, to save your longing, and (multiply him) It may be this. But I am I still for justice Overdoo, that's my conscience. And quit you. Is't done, Lady? I, and strangely, as ever I saw! What fellow is this trow? No matter what, a Fortune-teller we ha' made him. Which is't, which is't. Nay, did you not promise', not to inquire? 'Slid, I forgot that, pray you pardon me. Look, here's our Mercury come: The Licence arrives i'the finest time, too! 'tis but scraping out Coke his name, and 'tis done. How now lime-twig? hast thou touched. Not yet, Sir, except you would go with me, and see't, it's not worth speaking on. The act is nothing, without a witness. Yonder he is, your man with the box fall'n into the finest company, and so transported with vapours, they ha' got in a Northern Clothier, and one Puppy, a Western man, that's come to wrestle before my Lord Mayor, anon, and Captain Whit, and one Val Cutting, that helps Captain Iordan to roar, a circling boy: with whom your Numps, is so taken, that you may strip him of his cloathes, if you william. I'll undertake to geld him for you; if you had but a Surgeon, ready, to sear him. And Mistress justice, there, is the goodest woman! she does so love 'em all over, in terms of justice, and the Style of authority, with her hood upright— that I beseech you come away Gentlemen, and see't. S light, I would not loose it for the Fair, what'll you do, Ned? Why, stay here about for you, Mistress Welborne must not be seen. Do so, and found out a Priest i'the mean time, I'll bring the Licence. Led, which way is't? Here, Sir, you are o'the backside o'the Booth already, you may hear the noise. WHit, bid Vall Cutting continued the vapours for a lift, Whit, for a lift. I'll ne mare, I'll ne mare, the eale's too meeghty. How now! my Galloway Nag, the staggers? ha'! Whit, gi'him a slit i'the forehead. Cheer up, man, a needle, and thread to stitch his ears. I'd cure him now an I had it, with a little butter, and garlic, long-pepper, and grains. Where's my horn? I'll gi'him a mash, presently, shall take away this dizziness. Why, where are you zurs? do you ulinch, and leave us i'the zuds, now? I'll ne mare, I'is even as vull as a Paipers' bag, by my troth, I Do my Northern cloth zhrinke i'the wetting? ha'? Why, well said, old Fleabitten, thou'lt never tire, I see. Not, Sir, but he may tyre, if it please him. Who told dee sho? that he vuld never teer, man? No matter who told him so, so long as he knows.
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This man amazes mee! I pray you, like one of 'hem, Sir. I doe like him there, that has the beſt warrant, Miſtreſſe, to ſaue your longing, and (multiply him) It may be this. But I am I ſtill for Iuſtice Ouerdoo, that's my conſcience. And quit you. Is't done, Lady? I, and ſtrangely, as euer I ſaw! What fellow is this trow? No matter what, a Fortune-teller wee ha' made him. Which is't, which is't. Nay, did you not promiſe, not to enquire? S'lid, I forgot that, pray you pardon mee. Looke, here's our Mercury come: The Licence arriues i'the fineſt time, too! 'tis but ſcraping out Cokes his name, and 'tis done. How now lime-twig? haſt thou touch'd. Not yet, Sir, except you would goe with mee, and ſee't, it's not worth ſpeaking on. The act is nothing, without a witneſſe. Yonder he is, your man with the boxe falne into the fineſt company, and ſo tranſported with vapours, they ha' got in a Northren Clothier, and one Puppy, a Weſterne man, that's come to wraſtle before my Lord Maior, anone, and Captaine Whit, and one Val Cutting, that helpes Captaine Iordan to roare, a circling boy: with whom your Numps, is ſo taken, that you may ſtrip him of his cloathes, if you will. I'le vndertake to geld him for you; if you had but a Surgeon, ready, to ſeare him. And Miſtreſſe Iuſtice, there, is the goodeſt woman! ſhee do's ſo loue 'hem all ouer, in termes of Iuſtice, and the Stile of authority, with her hood vpright — that I beſeech you come away Gentlemen, and ſee't. S light, I would not loſe it for the Fayre, what'll you doe, Ned? Why, ſtay heere about for you, Miſtreſſe Welborne muſt not be ſeene. Doe ſo, and find out a Prieſt i'the meane time, I'le bring the Licenſe. Lead, which way is't? Here, Sir, you are o'the backeſide o'the Booth already, you may heare the noiſe. VVHit, bid Vall Cutting continue the vapours for a lift, Whit, for a lift. Il'e ne mare, Il'e ne mare, the eale's too meeghty. How now! my Galloway Nag, the ſtaggers? ha! Whit, gi'him a ſlit i'the fore-head. Cheare vp, man, a needle, and threed to ſtitch his eares. I'ld cure him now an' I had it, with a little butter, and garlike, long-pepper, and graines. Where's my horne? I'le gi'him a maſh, preſently, ſhall take away this dizzineſſe. Why, where are you zurs? doe you vlinch, and leaue vs i'the zuds, now? I'le ne mare, I'is e'en as vull as a Paipers bag, by my troth, I. Doe my Northerne cloth zhrinke i'the wetting? ha? Why, well ſaid, old Flea-bitten, thou'lt neuer tyre, I ſee. No, Sir, but he may tire, if it pleaſe him. Who told dee ſho? that he vuld neuer teer, man? No matter who told him ſo, ſo long as he knowes.