R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 492 words
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Possible thus cheated of a hundred pieces, A handsome halter, and the hangman's wages popped in the place, what an acute witness we have in wickedness. 'tis done, and handsomely you. Here's a pottle of rich Canary, and a quart of neat claret Gentlemen, and there's a Gentleman below, he says he is your Brother, Master Bloodhound, he appointed to meet you here. The expected thing that bought the Bristol stone. Send him up prithee, remember how it must be carried? I am her Grandmother, forget not that by any means. And pray remember that you do not mumble as if you were chewing Bacon, and spoil all. I warrant ye. And hark. Are these the company sir? Yes, but those I like not, these are not they, I'll stay i'th' next room till my company come. Where you please Sir, pray follow me. I hear him coming up gingerly. Oh he tramples upon the bosom of a Tavern with that dexterity, as your Lawyers Clerks do to Westminster Hall upon a dirty day with a pair of white silk stockings, Brother Tim, why now y'are a man of your word I see. Nay I love to be as good as my say, see brother, look, there's the rest or your money upon the Ring, I cannot spend a penny, for I have ne'er a penny left, what are these, what are these? Gallants of note and quality, he that fits taking Tobacco is a Captain, Captain Carvegut. He will not make a Capon of me, will he. Are you not my brother? He that powers out that sparkling sprightly Claret, is a Lieutenant vnder him, Lieutenant B. He was a Sergeant first. Of the Poultry, or of Woodstreet. Of the Poultry, of a Woodcock: A Sergeant in the Field, a man of blood. I'le take my leaue brother, I am in g ha. That delicate sweet young Gentlewoman. Fough this Tobacco. That bears the blush of morning upon her cheeks, whose eyes are like a pair of talking Twins. Sh lookes ust vpon e. I think you are in haste. No, no, no pray: Whose lips are beds of Roses, betwixt which There steals a breath sweeter then Indian Spices. Sweeter than Ginger. But then to touch those lips— you stay too long sure. Pish I tell you, I do not, I know my time, pray what's her name? But 'tis descended from the Grecian steam, the great tribute Lindabride's her name, that ancient marron is her reverent Granham. Niggers I have read of her in the Mirror of Knighthood. Co they shall know you. Nay brother. I say they shall. Let me go down and wash my face first. ce is a ne face my brother Gentle. Sir, you are victoriously welcome. That word has e'en conquered me. I desire to kiss your hand Sir. Indeed but you shall not Sir, I went out early, and forgot to wash 'em.
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Possible us cheated of a hundred pices, A hansome halter, and the Hangmans wages pop' in the place, what an acute vvitnesse we have in vvickednesse. Tis done, and handsomely you. Here's a pottle of rich Cannary, and a quart of neate Clarret Gentlemen, and there's a Gentleman belovv, he sayes he is your Brother, Master Bloodhound, he appointed to meete you here. The expected thing that bought the Bristovv stone. Send him up prithee, remember hovv it must bee carryed? I am her Grandmother, forgt not that by any meanes. And pray remember that you doe not mump as if you were chvving Bacon, and spoile all. I vvarrant yee. And harke. Are these th company sir? Yes, but those I k not, thee are not they, Ile stay i'th next roome till my company come. VVhere you please Sir, pray follovv me. I heare him comming up gingerly. Oh hee tramples upon the bosome of a Taverne vvith that dexterity, as your Lavvyers Clearkes doe to VVestminster Hal upon a durty day vvith a paire of vvhite silke stockings, Brother Tim, vvhy novv y'are a man of your vvord I see. Nay I love to be as good as my say, see brother, looke, there's the rest or your money upon the Ring, I cannot spend a penny, for I have ne're a penny left, vvhat are these, vvhat are these? Gallants of note and qualitie, hee that fits taking Tobacco is a Captaine, Captaine Carve-gut. He vvill not make a Capon of me, vvill ee. Are you not my brother? Hee that powres out that sparkling sprightly Claret, is a Lieutenant vnder him, Lieutenant B. He was a Srgant first. Of the Poultry, or of Woodstreete. Of the Poultry, of a Woodcock: A Sergnt in the Field, a man of blood. I'le take my leaue brother, I am in g ha. That delicate sweet young Gentlewoman. Fough this Tobacco. That beares the bsh of ing vpon her cheekes, whoseeyes are like a payre of ing Twies. Sh lookes ust vpon e. I thinke you are in hast. No, no, no pray: Whose lips are beds of Roses, betwixt which There steales a breath sweeter thn Indian Spices. Sweeter then Ginger. But then to touch thse lips—you stay too long sure. Pish I tell you, I doe no, I know my time, pray what's her name? But 'tis descended from the cian steeme, the great tributie L her e, th cit on is her reuerent Granham. Niggers I haue read of her in the Mirrr of Kaighthood. Co they shall know you. Nay brother. I say they shall. Let me goe downe and wash my face first. ce is a ne face my brother Gentle. Sir, you are victoriously welcome. That word has 'ne conqued me. I desire to ki your hand Sir. Indeed but you shall not Sir, I went out early, and forgot to wash e'm.