Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 526 words
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In birth? Why art thou not my daughter? The blessed child of my industry, and wealth? Why foolish girl, wa''t not to make thee great, That I have run, and still pursue those ways That hale down curses on me, which I mind not, Part with these humble thoughts, and apt thyself To the noble state I labour to advance thee, Or by my hopes to see thee honourable, I will adopt a stranger to my heir, And throw thee from my care, do not provoke me. I will not Sir; mould me which way you please. How interrupted? 'Tis matter of importance. The cook Sir is self-willed and will not learn From my experience, there's a fawn borough in Sir, And for my life I cannot make him roast it, With a Norfolk dumpling in the belly of it. And Sir, we wisemen know, without the dumpling 'Tis not worth three pence, Would it were whole in thy belly To stuff it out; Cook it any way, prithee leave me Without order for the dumpling? Let it be dumpled Which way thou wilt, or tell him I will scald him In his own cauldron. I had lost my stomach, Had I lost my mistress dumpling, I'll give thanks for. But to our business Meg, you have heard who dines here? I have Sir. 'Tis an honourable man, A Lord, Megge, and commands a regiment Of Soldiers, and what's rare is one himself; A bold, and understanding one; and to be A Lord, and a good leader in one volume, Is granted unto few, but such as rise up The kingdom's glory. I'll resign my office, If I be not better obeyed. 'slight, art thou frantic? Frantic 'twould make me a frantic, and stark-mad, Were I not a justice of peace, and coram too, Which this rebellious Cook cares not a straw for. There are a dozen of Woodcocks. Make thyself thirteen, the bakers dozen. I am contented So they may be dressed to my mind, he has found out A new device for sauce, and will not dish 'em With toasts, and butter, my Father was a tailor, And my name though a justice, Greedy Woodcock, And ere I'll see my lineage so abused, I'll give up my commission. Cooke, Rogue obey him. I have given the word, pray you now remove yourself, To a collar of brawn, and trouble me no farther. I will, and meditate what to eat at dinner. And as I said Meg, when this gull disturbed us; This honourable Lord, this Colonel I would have thy husband. There's too much disparity Between his quality, and mine to hope it. I more than hope't, and doubt not to effect it, Be thou no enemy to thyself, my wealth Shall weigh his titles down, and make you equals. Now for the means to assure him thine; observe me; Remember he's a Courtier, and a Soldier And not to be trifled with, and therefore when He comes to woe you, see you, do not coy it. This mincing modesty hath spoiled many a match By a first refusal, in vain after hoped for.
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In birth? Why art thou not my daughter? The blest child of my industrie, and wealth? Why foolish girle, wa'st not to make thee great, That I haue ran, and still pursue those wayes That hale downe curses on mee, which I minde not, Part with these humble thoughts, and apt thy selfe To the noble state I labour to aduance thee, Or by my hopes to see thee honorable, I will adopt a stranger to my heyre, And throw thee from my care, doe not prouoke mee. I will not Sir; mould mee which way you please. How interrupted? 'Tis matter of importance. The cooke Sir is selfe-will'd and will not learne From my experience, there's a fawne brough in Sir, And for my life I cannot make him rost it, With a Norfolke dumpling in the belly of it. And Sir, we wisemen know, without the dumpling 'Tis not worth three pence, Would it were whole in thy belly To stuffe it out; Cooke it any way, prethee leaue me Without order for the dumpling? Let it be dumpl'd Which way thou wilt, or tell him I will scall'd him In his owne Caldron. I had lost my stomake, Had I lost my mistrisse dumpling, I'le giue thanks for. But to our businesse Megge, you haue heard who dines here? I haue Sir. 'Tis an honourable man, A Lord, Megge, and commands a regiment Of Souldiers, and what's rare is one himselfe; A bold, and vnderstanding one; and to be A Lord, and a good leader in one volume, Is granted vnto few, but such as rise vp The Kingdomes glory. I'le resigne my office, If I be not better obey'd. Slight, art thou franticke? Franticke 'twould make me a franticke, and stark-mad, Were I not a Iustice of peace, and coram too, Which this rebellious Cooke cares not a straw for. There are a dozen of Woodcockes. Make thy selfe Thirteene, the bakers dozen. I am contented So they may be dress'd to my minde, he has found out A new deuice for sawce, and will not dish 'em With tosts, and butter, my Father was a Taylor, And my name though a Iustice, Greedie Woodcocke, And 'ere I'le see my linage so abus'd, I'le giue vp my commission. Cooke, Rogue obey him. I haue giuen the word, pray you now remoue your selfe, To a coller of brawne, and trouble me no farther. I will, and meditate what to eat at dinner. And as I said Meg, when this gull disturb'd vs; This honourable Lord, this Collonell I would haue thy husband. There's too much disparity Betweene his quality, and mine to hope it. I more then hope't, and doubt not to effect it, Be thou no enemy to thy selfe, my wealth Shall weigh his titles downe, and make you equalls. Now for the meanes to assure him thine; obserue me; Remember hee's a Courtier, and a Soldier And not to be trifl'd with, and therefore when He comes to woe you, see you, doe not coye it. This mincing modesty hath spoyl'd many a match By a first refusall, in vaine after hop'd for.