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 · 522 words
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You dance with them? you are a great princockly puplady; there's mustard for your beef too, since you will needs have it; 'sounds I have been a wit in my days, there's some relics left yet, go to, go to. Oh Stipes! I pray you let your daughter dance with us a little. Dance with you? pray you upsolve me this question, what holy day is this? Latter Lammas? or St. Ginny's Even? Come on brave Shepherd, our Master has given us leave to trip it for an hour, or two, I'faith we have had a wedding at our house today. A wedding? a wedding? what wedding? upsolve me that question. Between a gentleman and a gentlewoman, but what care we what they be. Come on old Grummelseedes, what must we stand thrumming of caps all day, waiting on your grave ignorance? by the faith of my body, either let your daughter dance with us, or I'll make your old bones rattle in your skin, I'll lead you a Coranto I'faith. An Amazon, by heavens an Amazon, a Penthiseleia. ay, I by'r Lady? are you advised of that? Pray you forsooth, good-hony-sweete-plumpudding father, we'll have but one spir't I'faith la; Sellenger's round in sippits, or put on thy smock on Monday. But what flap-mouthed fellow's that behind the tree there? Now comes my Cue. Who he? another gates fellow than you take him for, go to, go to, it is my man I tell you. But can be dance? Oh in print, he trips it like a fairy. high, hy, how now? what? tricks? how now? How now young man? what so modest? come on, take me by th' hand. Take me Ieoffry. I'll dance with our Ieoffry, or else I won't dance at all, no I won't, law you now. I can't dance. he's a lying knave, I saw him myself; to him, to to him, frolic it nimbly whilst I come back; because 'tis his first day he shall have leave, my daughter too, for half an hour, no more. Go to, go to. But strike it out, we burn daylight. Ah the Lord! but where's our Ieoffrey? Cuds me! I doubt the great clown's run away. Who! he's got up into the tree there. Where? where? oh cuds wowkers & swowkers, I have him by the leg: Robin, help here Robin. What a murrain ails you? can't you let one alone? Come, come, you must needs dance, we want one. Can't dance. Can't you dance, my little shamefaced one? Can you kiss a pretty wench in a corner? Let one alone, I can't I tell you, I won't dance. ay but you shall sirrah, in spite of your teeth. Pish,' won't dance. Come Merda, you must entreat him, he'll dance with you I know. Prithee now Ieoffrey do, prithee now good Ieoffrey do, would I might ne'er stir law, if I don't make you a bisning posset, with a great lump of honey in't, when my father and mother be gone to bed, if you will. Pish I can't dance. Come let the great fool alone, we'll dance ourselves.
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ou daunce with them? you are a great princockly puplady; there's muſtard for your biefe too, ſince you will needs haue it; 'snds I haue beene a wit in my dayes, there's ſome reliques left yet, goe to, goe to. Oh Stipes! I pray you let your daughter daunce with vs a little. Daunce with you? pray you vpſolue me this queſtion, what holy day is this? Latter Lammas? or St. Ginnyes Even? Come on braue Sheepheard, our Maſter ha given vs leaue to trip it for an hower, or two, I'faith we haue had a wedding at our houſe to day. A wedding? a wedding? what wedding? vpſolue mee that queſtion. Betweene a gentleman and a gentlewoman, but what care wee what they bee. Come on old Grummelſeedes, what muſt we ſtand thrumming of caps all day, vvaiting on your graue ignorance? by the faith of my body, either let your daughter daunce vvith vs, or I'le make your old bones rattle in your skin, I'le lead you a Coranto I'faith. An Amazon, by heauens an Amazon, a Penthiſeleia. I, I by'r Lady? are you aviſ'd of that? Pray you forſooth, good-hony-ſweete-plumpudding father, vvee'l haue but one ſpirt I'faith lavv; Sellengers round in ſippits, or put on thy ſmocke on munday. But what flap-mouth'd fellow's that behind the tree there? Now comes my Cue. Who he? another gates fellow then you take him for, goe to, goe to, it is my man I tell you. But can bee daunce? Oh in print, he trips it like a fayry. Hy, hy, how now? what? tricks? how now? How now young man? what ſo modeſt? come on, take mee by th' hand. Take mee Ieoffry. I'le daunce with our Ieoffry, or elſe I won't dance at all, no I won't, law you now. I can't dance. Hee's a lying knaue, I ſaw him my ſelfe; to him, to to him, frolick it nimbly whilſt I come back; becauſe 'tis his firſt day he ſhall haue leaue, my daughter too, for halfe an houre, no more. Go to, go to. But ſtrike it out, we burne day-light. Ah the Lord! but where's our Ieoffrey? Cuds me! I doubt the great clowne's run away. Whoo! hee's got up into the tree there. Where? where? oh cuds wowkers & ſwowkers, I haue him by the leg: Robin, helpe here Robin. What a murren ayles you? can't you let one alone? Come, come, you muſt needs daunce, we want one. Can't daunce. Can't you daunce, my little ſhamefac'd one? Can you kiſſe a pretty wench in a corner? Let one alone, I can't I tell you, I won't daunce. I but you ſhall ſirrah, in ſpite of your teeth. Piſh, 'won't daunce. Come Merda, you muſt entreat him, hee'l daunce with you I know. Prithee now Ieoffrey doe, prithee now good Ieoffrey doe, wu'd I might ne're ſtir law, if I don't make you a biſning poſſet, with a great lumpe of hony in't, when my father and mother bee gone to bed, if you will. Piſh I can't daunce. Come let the great foole alone, wee'l dance our ſelues.