Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 516 words
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ay but you must take heed of these fits, they'll spoil you, I heard say, that you crept into a private, retired room e'en now, and there conversed with spiders and crickets, fie upon it, you must labour against that humour; but indeed methinks your Cosen is of a very deep sanguine. Ha, he, you are such a witty man. Cosen? Yes I am much beholding to my Cosen; I might have been killed for him. Come, come, I like him well for it, the Gentleman does weigh how much the Republ. might be impeached, by the loss of a man. Republic? Repuddingpy. By this light, a man is little better than mad, that will keep company with such snow-heaps, such white-livered, counterfied jackdaws— but all's one. ay, I betwixt friends, and kinsmen; ye two are all one I know. Your Cosen is very choleric now. ay but I am very seldom so, for Albertus Magnus' faith— Now the good Gods! where shall I find these most unfortunate Gentlemen? Why how now Jack? what inauspicious wind Has raised this cloudy weather in thy face? O Anteros, we are undone, undone; I'll have this day wear black i'th' Calendar, That after ages may beware of it, It is so full of Omen— What's the matter? I pray thee speak. O they be here,— who's there? Pray heavens it be not the Constable's officious industry: how will you do Sir? You have slain the Scholar. I would I had else. Nay Sir, this is neither time nor place for such idle wishes, here has been a Surgeon already, that lives hard by, and his sentence is, that he cannot live above two hours, he swooned six times since you left him, it seems you bruised him so with falling on him, with the hilt of your rapier, that he bleeds inward— I know not what to say to it— I was bewitched I think, nay think, think, think what course you will take, you must be sudden, the officers are sent for to apprehend you. Is this in jest (I wonder) or in earnest? Is he so indeed? I pray you tell me true Sir. Why, what do you take me to be Sir? have I this for my love, and care of your safety? as you sowed, so reap for me; I hope you will believe your own senses, I think I see the officers coming. ' Sme! what shall I do? Mr. Loveall, nay good Sir, I do believe you, I know not which way to take. Nay there's no stirring that way, you'll meet them in the teeth. What if I go through the back door, and take horse? They'll meet you that way too. Any thing, good Sir, I beseech you, look the door goes, I protest twenty Sergeants could not have struck such a fear into me. Well, will you trust your fortunes into my hands? And lives sweet Sir. Quickly then enter here, I'll shut you in until the search be passed: nay will you in? who's there? immediately, good Master William.
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I but you muſt take heed of theſe fits, they'l ſpoyle you, I heard ſay, that you crept into a priuate, retir'd roome e'ne now, and there converſ'd with ſpiders and crickets, fye vpon it, you muſt labour againſt that humour; but indeed me thinks your Coſen is of a very deepe ſanguine. Ha, he, you are ſuch a witty man. Coſen? Yes I am much beholding to my Coſen; I might haue beene kild for him. Come, come, I like him well for it, the Gentleman does weigh how much the Republ. might bee impeached, by the loſſe of a man. Republi que ? Repuddingpy. By this light, a man is little better then mad, that will keepe company with ſuch ſnow-heapes, ſuch white-liverd, counterfied lackdawes—but all's one. I, I betwixt friends, and kinſemen; ye two are all one I know. Your Coſen is very cholerick now. I but I am very ſeldome ſo, for Albertus Magnus faith — Now the good Gods! where ſhall I find theſe moſt vnfortunate Gentlemen? Why how now Iacke? what inauſpicious wind Ha's rayſ'd this cloudy weather in thy face? O Anteros, wee are vndone, vndone; I'le haue this day weare black ith' Calender, That after ages may beware of it, It is ſo full of Omen — Whats the matter? I pray thee ſpeake. O they bee here, — who's there? Pray heauens it bee not the Conſtables officious induſtry: how will you doe Sir? You haue ſlaine the Scholler. I would I had elſe. Nay Sir, this is neither time nor place for ſuch idle wiſhes, here ha's beene a Surgeon already, that liues hard by, and his ſentence is, that hee cannot liue aboue two howers, hee ſwounded ſix times ſince you left him, it ſeemes you bruiſed him ſo with falling on him, with the hilt of your rapier, that hee bleeds inward — I know not what to ſay to it— I was bewitch'd I thinke, nay thinke, thinke, thinke what courſe you will take, you muſt bee ſuddaine, the officers are ſent for to apprehend you. Is this in ieſt (I wonder) or in earneſt? Is he ſo indeed? I pray you tell mee true Sir. Why, what doe you take mee to bee Sir? haue I this for my loue, and care of your ſafety? as you ſowed, ſo reape for mee; I hope you will belieue your owne ſences, I thinke I ſee the officers comming. 'Sme! what ſhall I doe? Mr. Loveall, nay good Sir, I doe belieue you, I know not which way to take. Nay there's no ſtirring that way, you'l meet them in the teeth. What if I goe through the backe dore, and take horſe? They'l meet you that way too. Any thing, good Sir, I beſeech you, looke the dore goes, I proteſt twenty Serieants could not haue ſtrucke ſuch a feare into me. Well, will you truſt your fortunes into my hands? And liues ſweet Sir. Quickly then enter heere, I'le ſhut you in untill the ſearch bee paſt: nay will you in? who's there? immediately, good Maſter William.