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 · 482 words
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Why, Numps, in Master Overdoo's name, I charge you. Good Mistress Underdoo hold your tongue. Alas! poor Numps. Alas! and why alas from you, I beseech you? or why poor Numps, goody Rich? am I come to be pitied by your tuft taffeta now? why Mistress, I knew Adam, the Clerk, your husband, when he was Adam Scrivener, and writ for two pence a sheet, as high as he bears his head now, or you your hood, Dame. What are you, Sir? We be men, and no Infidels; what is the matter, here, and the noises? can you tell? Heart, what ha' you to do? cannot a man quarrel in quietness? but he must be put out on't by you? what are you? Why, we be his Majesty's Watch, Sir. Watch? 'Sblood, you are a sweet watch, indeed. A body would think, and you watched well a nights, you should be contented to sleep at this time a day. Get you to your fleas, and your flock-beds, you Rogues, your kennels, and lie down close. Down? yes, we will down, I warrant you, down with him in his Majesty's name, down, down with him, and carry him away, to the pigeon-holes. I thank you honest friends, in the behalf o'the Crown, and the peace, and in Master Overdoo's name, for suppressing enormities. Stay, Bristle, here ish a noder brash o'drunkards, but very quiet, special drunkards, will pay d'ye, five shillings very well. Take 'em to dye, in de graish o' God▪ one of hem does change cloth, for Ale in the Fair, here, te toder ish a strong man, a mighty man, my Lord Mayor's man, and a wrestler. He has wrestle so long with the bottle, here, that the man with the beard, hash almosht streeke up hish heelsh. 'Slid, the Clerk o'the Market, has been to cry him all the Fair over, here, for my Lord's service. Tere he ish, pre de taik him hensh, and make ty best on him. How now woman o' silk, vat ailsh tie sweet faish? art tou melancholy? A little distempered with these enormities; shall I entreat a courtesy of you, Captain? Entreat a hundred, velvet voman, I vill do it, shpeak out. I cannot with modesty speak it out, but— I vill do it, and more, and more, for dee. What Ursula, and't be bitch, and't be bawd an't be! How now Rascal? what roar you for? old Pimp. Hear, put up de cloaks Urs; de purchase, pre dee now, sweet Urs, help does good brave voman, to a Iordan, and't be. 'Slid call your Captain Iordan to her, can you not? Nay, pre dee leave dy consheits, and bring the velvet woman to de— I bring her, hung her: heart must I found a common pot for every punk i'your purlieus? O good voordsh, Urs, it is a guest o'veluet, i'fait la.
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Why, Numps, in Maſter Ouerdoo's name, I charge you. Good Miſtreſſe Vnderdoo hold your tongue. Alas! poore Numps. Alas! and why alas from you, I beſeech you? or why poore Numps, goody Rich? am I come to be pittied by your tuft taffata now? why Miſtreſſe, I knew Adam, the Clerke, your husband, when he was Adam Scriuener, and writ for two pence a ſheet, as high as he beares his head now, or you your hood, Dame. What are you, Sir? Wee be men, and no Infidells; what is the matter, here, and the noyſes? can you tell? Heart, what ha' you to doe? cannot a man quarrell in quietneſſe? but hee muſt be put out on't by you? what are you? Why, wee be his Maieſties Watch, Sir. Watch? S'blood, you are a ſweet watch, indeede. A body would thinke, and you watch'd well a nights, you ſhould be contented to ſleepe at this time a day. Get you to your fleas, and your flocke-beds, you Rogues, your kennells, and lye downe cloſe. Downe? yes, we will downe, I warrant you, downe with him in his Maieſties name, downe, downe with him, and carry him away, to the pigeon-holes. I thanke you honeſt friends, in the behalfe o'the Crowne, and the peace, and in Maſter Ouerdoo's name, for ſuppreſſing enormities. Stay, Briſtle, heere iſh a noder braſh o'drunkards, but very quiet, ſpeciall drunkards, will pay dee, fiue ſhillings very well. Take 'hem to dee, in de graiſh o' God▪ one of hem do's change cloth, for Ale in the Fayre, here, te toder iſh a ſtrong man, a mighty man, my Lord Mayors man, and a wraſtler. Hee has wraſhled ſo long with the bottle, heere, that the man with the beard, haſh almoſht ſtreeke vp hiſh heelſh. S'lid, the Clerke o'the Market, has beene to cry him all the Fayre ouer, here, for my Lords ſeruice. Tere he iſh, pre de taik him henſh, and make ty beſt on him. How now woman o' ſhilke, vat ailſh ty ſhweet faiſh? art tou melancholy? A little diſtemper'd with theſe enormities; ſhall I intreat a curteſie of you, Captaine? Intreat a hundred, veluet voman, I vill doe it, ſhpeake out. I cannot with modeſty ſpeake it out, but— I vill doe it, and more, and more, for dee. What Vrſla, and't be bitch, and't be baud and't be! How now Raſcall? what roare you for? old Pimpe. Heere, put vp de cloakes Vrſh; de purchaſe, pre dee now, ſhweet Vrſh, help dis good braue voman, to a Iordan, and't be. S'lid call your Captaine Iordan to her, can you not? Nay, pre dee leaue dy conſheits, and bring the veluet woman to de— I bring her, hang her: heart muſt I find a common pot for euery punque i'your purlews? O good voordſh, Vrſh, it iſh a gueſt o'veluet, i'fait la.