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 · 498 words
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I pray intent your game, Sir, let me alone. Well, than we are quit for all. Come, sit down, Numps; I'll interpret to thee: did you see Mistress Grace? it's no matter, neither, now, I think on't, tell me anon. A great deal of love, and care he expresses. Alas! would you have him express more than he has? that were tyranny. Peace, ho; now, now. Gentles, that no longer your expectations may wander, Behold our chief Actor, amorous Leander. With a great deal of cloth lapped about him like a Scarf, For he yet serves his father, a Dyer at Puddle wharf, Which place we'll make bold with, to call our Abydos, As the Bankside is our Sestos, and let it not be denied us. Now, as he is beating, to make the die take the fuller, Who chances to come by, but fair Hero, in a Sculler; And seeing Leander's naked leg, and goodly calf, Cast at him, from the boat, a Sheep's eye, and a half. Now she is landed, and the Sculler come back; By and by, you shall see what Leander doth lack. Cole, Cole, old Cole. That's the Sculler's name without control: Cole, Cole, I say, Cole. We do hear you. Old Cole. Old Cole? is the Dyer turned Collier? how do you cell? A pox o' you manners, kiss my hole here and smell. Kiss your hole and smell? there's manners indeed. Why, Cole, I say Cole. It's the Sculler you need! I, and be hanged. Be hanged; look you yonder, Old Cole, you must go hung with Master Leander. Where is he? Here, Cole, what fairest of Fairs, was that fare, that thou landedst but now a Trigsstayres? What was that, fellow? Pray thee tell me, I scarce understand 'hem. Leander does ask, Sir, what fairest of Fairs, Was the fare they landed, but now, at Trigsstayer's? It is lovely Hero. Nero? Not, Hero. It is Hero. Of the Bankside, he saith, to tell you truthwith out erring, Is come over into Fish-street to eat some fresh herring. Leander says no more, but as fast as he can, Gets on all his best cloathes; and will after to the Swan. Most admirable good, is't not? Stay, Sculler. What say you? You must stay for Leander, and carry him to the wench. You Rogue, I am no Pander. He says he is no Pander. 'Tis a fine language; I understand it, now. Are you no Pander, Goodman Cole? here's no man says you are, You'll grow a hot Cole, it seems, pray you stay for your fare. Will he come away? What do you say? I'd ha' him come away. Would you ha' Leander come away? why pray Sir, stay. You are angry, Goodman Cole; I believe the fair Maid Came over w' you of trust: tell us Sculler, are you paid. Yes Goodman Hogrubber, o' Pickt-hatch. How, Hogrubber, o' Pickt-hatch? I Hogrubber o' Pickt-hatch. Take you that. O, my head!
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I pray intend your game, Sir, let mee alone. Well, then we are quit for all. Come, ſit downe, Numps; I'le interpret to thee: did you ſee Miſtreſſe Grace? it's no matter, neither, now, I thinke on't, tell me anon. A great deale of loue, and care hee expreſſes. Alas! would you haue him expreſſe more then hee has? that were tyranny. Peace, ho; now, now. Gentles, that no longer your expectations may wander, Behold our chiefe Actor, amorous Leander. With a great deale of cloth lap'd about him like a Scarfe, For he yet ſerues his father, a Dyer at Puddle wharfe, VVhich place wee'll make bold with, to call our Abidus, As the Banke-ſide is our Seſtos, and let it not be deny'd vs. Now, as hee is beating, to make the Dye take the fuller, Who chances to come by, but faire Hero, in a Sculler; And ſeeing Leanders naked legge, and goodly calfe, Caſt at him, from the boat, a Sheepes eye, and a halfe. Now ſhe is landed, and the Sculler come backe; By and by, you ſhall ſee what Leander doth lacke. Cole, Cole, old Cole. That's the Scullers name without controle: Cole, Cole, I ſay, Cole. Wee doe heare you. Old Cole. Old Cole? is the Dyer turn'd Collier? how doe you ſell? A pox o' you manners, kiſſe my hole here and ſmell. Kiſſe your hole and ſmell? there's manners indeed. VVhy, Cole, I ſay Cole. It's the Sculler you need! I, and be hang'd. Be hang'd; looke you yonder, Old Cole, you muſt go hang with Maſter Leander. Where is he? Here, Cole, what fayereſt of Fayers, was that fare, that thou landedſt but now a Trigsſtayres? What was that, fellow? Pray thee tell me, I ſcarſe vnderſtand 'hem. Leander do's aske, Sir, what fayreſt of Fayers, Was the fare thhe landed, but now, at Trigsſtayers? It is loely Hero. Nero? No, Hero. It is Hero. Of the Bankſide, he ſaith, to tell you truthwith out erring, Is come ouer into Fiſh-ſtreet to eat ſome freſh herring. Leander ſayes no more, but as faſt as he can, Gets on all his beſt cloathes; and will after to the Swan. Moſt admirable good, is't not? Stay, Sculler. What ſay you? You muſt ſtay for Leander, and carry him to the wench. You Rogue, I am no Pandar. He ſayes he is no Pandar. 'Tis a fine language; I vnderſtand it, now. Are you no Pandar, Goodman Cole? heer's no man ſayes you are, You'll grow a hot Cole, it ſeemes, pray you ſtay for your fare. Will hee come away? What doe you ſay? I'de ha' him come away. VVould you ha' Leander come away? why 'pray' Sir, ſtay. You are angry, Goodman Cole; I beleeue the faire Mayd Came ouer w' you a' truſt: tell vs Sculler, are you paid. Yes Goodman Hogrubber, o' Pickt-hatch. How, Hogrubber, o' Pickt-hatch? I Hogrubber o' Pickt-hatch. Take you that. O, my head!