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 · 498 words
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What gaping knave is that? How now Ieoffry? know you not me Ieoffry? know you not me? But let that pass though— I'll be with you anon i'faith for all this gear. Come hither Left-legs, come hither. Peace and catch a mouse cry I. Did you ever when you were at your old Masters, learn to set a trap, Ieoffry? Yes a mouse trap. O sirrah, sirrah; but we must have to do with other gates kind of cattle, I mean a fox trap Left-legs, come hither, come hither, look you here, and learn, for this same night must I send you into the Pastures to invite my fine Reynold tomorrow to breakfast, go too, go too, he is something too familiar with my Lambs, mark you that left-legs? A little nigher I pray you. Help me to twist this Cord— Well said, be a faithful servant Ieoffry. You know I have a daughter Ieofry. Peace and catch a Mouse Ieoffry. You great dunder nose— 'Zounds— You'll lay both hands to work— A bots on you; you hang on my back to see you. Your other hand in, and draw behind thus, thus look you here. Ha, ha, he, foh. How rank he smells? but 'tis no matter, I begin to grow old, and 'tis good (they say) Against the Palsy. Ha, ha, he, he, ho. You villain, He loves Mutton well, that dips his bread inth' wool. No less than your Master's daughter Left-legs? Come on in troth, upsolve me this question is she not tender? is she not delicate? a pretty morsel? does she not relish well? a pretty morsel? but I'll teach you sirrah to play the Mason, and lay your chips o'th' rock where you're desired Left-legs, where you're desired. But I am something feeble through my age, And cannot longer hold out discourse with you, Without my staff, without my supporter, sir, I pray you do not stir till my return, But let me find you here, I have some business, Go to, go to, I have some business with you. Nay 'tis no matter I deserve it all, Troth I do hope that he will baste me soundly. Beshrew his fingers if he does not, soundly. I must be in my tricks, forsooth, my tricks: Have my devices, and my turns, my changes. But torment of all torments! here comes Love-all. Why this is worse than five and twenty beatings; O that some greedy undertaker of lives Would give me but a double Stiver now For mine, that I might cozen him. As sure As Death, or justice Hooks devouring paws, I shall be jeered to death, immediately. It is a strange dark melancholy this That thus torments my Sister, I have been An hour with her, and in all that time Cannot persuade her troubled soul to form The least air she breathes, into articulate language. But stay what have we here? Now it begins. A man tied to a tree?
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What gaping knaue is that? How now Ieoffry? know you not mee Ieoffry? know you not mee? But let that paſſe though—I'le bee with you anon i'faith for all this geere. Come hither Left-legs, come hither. Peace and catch a mouſe cry I. Did you euer when you were at your old Maſters, learne to ſet a trap, Ieoffry? Yes a mouſe trap. O ſirrah, ſirrah; but wee muſt haue to doe with other gates kind of cattell, I meane a fox trap Left-legs, come hither, come hither, looke you here, and learne, for this ſame night muſt I ſend you into the Paſtures to inuite my fine Reynold to morrow to breake-faſt, goe too, goe too, hee is ſomething too familiar with my Lambs, marke you that left-legs? A little nigher I pray you. Helpe me to twiſt this Corde — Well ſaid, be a faithful ſeruant Ieoffry. You know I haue a daughter Ieofry. Peace and catch a Mouſe Ieoffry. You great dunder noſe — Souds— You'e lay both hands to work—A bots on you; you hang on my back to ſee you. Your tother hand in, and draw behind thus, thus looke you here. Ha, ha, he, foh. How ranke he ſmells? but 'tis no matter, I begin to grow old, and 'tis good (they ſay) Againſt the Palſey. Ha, ha, he, he, ho. You villaine, Hee loues Mutton well, that dips his bread in'th wooll. No leſſe then your Maſters daughter Left-legs? Come on in troth, vpſolue me this queſtion is ſhe not tender? is ſhe not delicate? a pretty morſell? does ſhee not relliſh well? a pretty morſell? but I'le teach you ſirrah to play the Maſon, and lay your chips o'th rock where you're deſired Left-legs, where you're deſired. But I am ſomething feeble through my age, And cannot longer hold out 'ſcourſe with you, Without my ſtaff, without my ſupporter, ſir, I pray you doe not ſtirre till my returne, But let me finde yeu here, I haue ſome buſineſſe, Goe to, goe to, I haue ſome buſineſſe with you. Nay 'tis no matter I deſerue it all, Troth I doe hope that he will baſt me ſoundly. Beſhrow his fingers if he does not, ſoundly. I muſt be in my tricks, forſooth, my tricks: Haue my devices, and my turnes, my changes. But torment of all torments! here comes Loueall. Why this is worſe then fiue and twenty beatings; O that ſome greedy vndertaker of liues Would giue me but a double Stiuer now For mine, that I might cozen him. As ſure As Death, or Iuſtice Hookes deuouring pawes, I ſhall be ieer'd to death, immediatly. It is a ſtrange darke melancholly this That thus torments my Siſter, I haue beene An houre with her, and in all that time Cannot perſwade her troubled ſoule to forme The leaſt ayre ſhee breathes, into articulate language. But ſtay what haue wee here? Now it begin's. A man tyed to a tree?