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A Select Collection of Old English Plays.by Robert Dodsley.INTRODUCTION.THOMAS RAWLINS, author of "The Rebellion," was a medallist by profession, and afterwards became an engraver of the Mint, a vocation which, in his preface, he prefers to the threadba
- 849 SIR LIONEL. How now, wench; are the females ready yet?The time comes on upon us, and we run backward: We are so untoward in our business, We think not what we have to do, nor what we do.PHIL. I know not, sir, whether they know what to do; but I am sure th
- 848 STAINES. 'Tis true, and that's her maid before her.W. RASH. What a night of conspiracy is here! more villany? there's another goodly mutton going: my father is fleeced of all; grief will give him a box, i' faith--but 'tis no great
- 847 WID. Will you put up your naked weapon, sir?SPEND. You shall pardon me, widow, I must have you grant first.WID. You will not put it up?SPEND. Not till I have some token of your love.WID. If this may be a testimony, take it. [_Kisses him._ By all my hopes,
- 846 GERA. Nay, I prythee, be not thus unseasonable: Without thee we are nothing.W. RASH. By my troth, and I think so too. You love one another in the way of matrimony, do you not?GERA. What else, man?W. RASH. What else, man? Why, 'tis a question to be as
- 845 SIR LIONEL. Nay, never do you laugh, for you're i' th' same block.BUB. Is this the Italian fas.h.i.+on?SCAT. No, it is the fool's fas.h.i.+on: And we two are the first that follow it.BUB. _Et tu quoque_. Are we both cosened? Then let&#
- 844 STAINES. Serve! no, sir; I have talked with the great Sophy.BUB. I pray, sir, what's the lowest price of being Italianated?STAINES. Sir, if it please you, I will stand to your bounty: and, mark me, I will set your face like a grand signior's, an
- 843 PRIS. Here's the bread-and-meat-man come.FOX. Well, the bread-and-meat-man may stay a little.PRIS. Yes, indeed, Harry, the bread-and-meat-man may stay; but you know our stomachs cannot stay._Enter_ GATHERSc.r.a.p _with the basket_.FOX. Indeed your st
- 842 W. RASH. When will your tongue be weary?JOYCE. Never.W. RASH. How! never? Come, talk, and I'll talk with you: I'll try the nimble footmans.h.i.+p of your tongue; And if you can out-talk me, your's be the victory.[_Here they two talk and rai
- 841 JOYCE. Why did my inquiring eye take in this fellow, And let him down so easy to my heart, Where, like a conqueror, he seizes on it, And beats all other men out of my bosom?W. RASH. Sister, you're well met. Here's a gentleman desires to be acqua
- 840 2D SER. Yes, faith; we shall have him again within this week. [_Aside._ 1ST SER. Well, sir, your forty s.h.i.+llings; and we'll have some compa.s.sion on you.SPEND. Will you but walk with me unto that house, And there you shall receive it.SER. What,
- 839 JOYCE. I'll first be buried quick.GERT. How! ashamed? 'Sfoot, I trow, "if I had set my affection on a collier, I'd ne'er fall back, unless it were in the right kind: if I did, let me be tied to a stake, and burnt to death with cha
- 838 But is there no hope of his recovery?BAL. None at all, sir; for he's already laid to be arrested by some that I know.SIR LIONEL. Well, I do suffer for him, and am loth Indeed to do what I'm constrain'd to do: Well, sir, I mean to seize on w
- 837 JOYCE. With me, sir?BUB. With you, lady;--this way,--a little more,-- So, now 'tis well; umh-- Even as a drummer,--or a pewterer---- JOYCE. Which of the two, no matter, For one beats on a drum, t'other a platter.BUB. In good faith, sweet lady, y
- 836 STAINES. Come on, sir. [_They fight._ SPEND. Now, sir, your life is mine.STAINES. Why then, take it, for I'll not beg it of thee.SPEND. n.o.bly resolv'd, I love thee for those words.Here, take thy arms again, and, if thy malice Have spent itself
- 835 GERA. A scarf o'er my face, lest I betray myself._Enter_ GERTRUDE _below_.W. RASH. Here, here, lie still, she comes.Now, Mercury, be propitious.GERT. Where lies this spectacle of blood? This tragic scene?W. RASH. Yonder lies Geraldine.GERT. O, let me
- 834 STAINES. What weapon?SPEND. Single rapier.STAINES. The time?SPEND. To-morrow.STAINES. The hour? SPEND. 'Twixt nine and ten.STAINES. 'Tis good; I shall expect you. Farewell.SPEND. Farewell, sir. [_Exeunt omnes._ _Enter_ WILL RASH, LONGFIELD, _and
- 833 W. RASH. Why, how now, Frank! what hast lost?SPEND. Fifteen pounds and upwards: is there never an honest fellow?AMB. What, do you lack money, sir?SPEND. Yes, canst furnish me?AMB. Upon a sufficient p.a.w.n, sir. SPEND. You know my shop; bid my man deliver
- 832 BUB. _Tu quoque_. STAINES. Save you, sir. BUB. _Et tu quoque_. LONG. Good Master Bubble. BUB. _Et tu quoque_. SCAT. Is your name Master Bubble? BUB. Master Bubble is my name, sir. SCAT. G.o.d save you, sir. BUB. _Et tu quoque_. SCAT. I would be better a
- 831 SCAT. What is't, hearts?STAINES. The king! what say you?LONG. You must speak, sir.SCAT. Why, I bid thirteen.STAINES. Fourteen. SCAT. Fifteen.STAINES. Sixteen.LONG. Sixteen, seventeen.STAINES. You shall ha't for me.SCAT. Eighteen.LONG. Take it to
- 830 SPEND. What, must you be gone too, Master Blank?BLANK. Yes, indeed, sir; I must to the Exchange. [_Exit._ SPEND. Farewell to both. Pursenet, Take that twenty pounds, and give it Mistress Sweatman: Bid her pay her landlord and apothecary, And let her butch
- 829 It is needful a gentleman should speak Latin sometimes, is it not, Gervase?STAINES. O, very graceful, sir; your most accomplished gentlemen are known by it.BUB. Why, then will I make use of that little I have upon times and occasions. Here, Gervase, take
- 828 GERA. The gentlewoman has something to say to me.GERT. She has nothing. I do conjure you, as you love me, stay not.[_Exit_ JOYCE.GERA. The power of magic cannot fasten me; I am gone.GERT. Good sir, look back no more, what voice e'er call you. Imagine
- 827 GERT. Sir, I'm at your disposing; but my mind Stands not as yet towards marriage.Were you so pleas'd, I would a little longer Enjoy the quiet of a single bed.SIR LIONEL. Here's the right trick of them all: let a man Be motion'd to
- 826 PURSE. I'll not refuse it, were it puddle: by Styx, he is a bountiful gentleman, and I shall report him so. Here, Mistress Tickleman, shall I charge you?TICKLE. Do your worst, serjeant: I'll pledge my young Spendall a whole sea, as they say: fa,
- 825 STAINES. Yes, if it please your wors.h.i.+p.BUB. Well, Gervase, be a good servant, and you shall find me a dutiful master; and because you have been a gentleman, I will entertain you for my tutor in behaviour. Conduct me to my palace.[_Exeunt omnes._ _Ent
- 824 BUB. Why, but whither do you mean to go, master?STAINES. Why, to sea.BUB. To sea! Lord bless us, methinks I hear of a tempest already. But what will you do at sea?STAINES. Why, as other gallants do that are spent, turn pirate.BUB. O master, have the grace
- 823 GERT. This is pretty poetry: good fiction, this.Sir, I must leave you.GERA. Leave with me first some comfort.GERT. What would you crave?GERA. That which I fear you will not let me have. GERT. You do not know my bounty. Say what 'tis?GERA. No more, fa
- 822 GERA. Faith, no great serious affairs; only a stirring humour to walk, and partly to see the beauties of the city: but it may be you can instruct me. Pray, whose shop's this?LONG. Why, 'tis Will Rash's father's: a man you are well acqu
- 821 BUBBLE. Green! Green's an a.s.s.SCATTERGOOD. Wherefore do you say so?BUBBLE. Indeed. I ha' no reason; for they say he is as like me as ever he can look."There seems every probability that the play when originally produced had some other t.i
- 820 HUS. Not we, sir.FEE. Then have I something to say to you.Have you anything to say to me?BRO. Yes, marry have I, sir.FEE. Then I have nothing to say to you, for that's the fas.h.i.+on. Father, if you will come away with your cough, do. Let me see, ho
- 819 FEE. Look, look! the parson joins the doctor's hand and hers: now the doctor kisses her, by this light! [_Omnes whoop._] Now goes his gown off. Heyday! he has red breeches on. Zounds! the physician is got o' th'top of her: belike, it is the
- 818 FEE. I thank you heartily.WELL. 'Sheart! speak smaller, man.FEE. I thank you heartily.COUNT. You're going to this gear too, Master Bold?Um, um, um! BOLD. Not to your coughing[138] gear, My lord. Though I be not so old or rich As your lords.h.i.+
- 817 _Enter_ WIFE _and_ SUBTLE.SUB. I knew he would not stay. Now, n.o.ble mistress, I claim your promise.WIFE. What was that, good servant?SUB. That you would lie with me.WIFE. If with any man-- But, prythee, first consider with thyself, If I should yield to
- 816 [119] The concluding thought of this pretty song has been in request by many poets of all countries: Eustachio Manfredi has carried it to an extreme that would seem merely absurd, but for the grace of the expression of his sonnet, _Il primo albor non appa
- 815 _Enter_ MAID, _like a footboy_.MAID. Your staying, sir, is in vain, for my Lord Proudly, Just at his taking horse to meet you here, At Seldom's suit (the citizen) was arrested Upon an action of two hundred pounds.I saw it, sir; 'tis true.INGEN.
- 814 FEE. Angry with me? why, d.a.m.n me, sir, and you be, out with your sword.It is not with me, I tell you, as it was yesterday; I am fleshed, man, I. Have you anything to say to me?BOLD. Nothing but this: how many do you think you have slain last night?FEE.
- 813 BOLD. 'Sheart! will you marry me hereafter, then?WID. No, you are too young, and I am much too old; Ay, and unworthy, and the world will say, We married not for love. Good morrow, servant. [_Exit_ WIDOW.BOLD. Why so: these women are the errantest jug
- 812 [103] [This name, given to one of the _roarers_, is a corruption of _pox_. We often meet with the form in the old plays.][104] The _Fortune_ Theatre [in Golden Lane] was built in 1599 by Edward Allen, the founder of Dulwich College, at an expense of 520,
- 811 Wh.o.r.e. Which of the sins?FEE. By my troth, even to pride.WELL. Why, well said; and in this do not you only pledge your mistress's health, but all the women's in the world.FEE. So: now this little cup to wrath, because he and I are strangers.T
- 810 Thou hast given me that success my project hop'd.Off, false disguise, that hast been true to me, And now be Bold, that thou may'st welcome be. [_Exit._ SCENE IV._Enter_ Wh.o.r.eBANG, BOTS,[103] TEARCHAPS, SPILLBLOOD, _and_ DRAWER: _several patch
- 809 PROUDLY. To-morrow noon thou shalt not be at all.INGEN. Pis.h.!.+ why should you think so? have not I arms, A soul as bold as yours, a sword as true?I do not think your honour in the field, Without your lords.h.i.+p's liveries, will have odds.PROUDLY
- 808 [90] It is tolerably evident that two plays (one called "Long Meg,"and the other "The s.h.i.+p"), and not one with a double t.i.tle, are here intended to be spoken of. This may seem to disprove Malone's a.s.sertion ("Shakespe
- 807 INGEN. Wife, wife, come forth! now, gentle boy, be judge, _Enter_ INGEN'S BROTHER, _like a woman, masked_. INGEN _kisses her_.If such a face as this, being paid with scorn By her I did adore, had not full power To make me marry.MAID. By the G.o.d of
- 806 HUS. This is call'd marriage. Stop your mouth, you wh.o.r.e.WIFE. Thy mother was a wh.o.r.e, if I be one.HUS. You know there's company in the house._Enter_ SUBTLE.Sweet friend, what, have you writ your letter? SUB. Tis done, dear friend: I have
- 805 PAGE. Marry, my lord, she said her old husband had a great payment to make this morning, and had not left her so much as a jewel.PROUDLY. A pox of her old cat's chaps! The teeth she had Have made a transmigration into hair: She hath a bigger beard th
- 804 [77] _Turnbull_ Street was sometimes spelt _Turnball_ Street, and sometimes (as Field himself gives it in another part of this play) _Turnbole_ Street. It was situated between Cow Cross and Clerkenwell Green, and is celebrated by many of our old dramatist
- 803 BOLD. Madam, if it shall please you to entertain me, so; if not, I desire you not to misconstrue my goodwill. There's no harm done; the door's as big as it was, and your ladys.h.i.+p's own wishes crown your beauty with content. As for these
- 802 FEE. O courteous, bounteous widow! she has outbid me thirty-one good morrows at a clap.WELL. But, my Lord Feesimple, you forget the business imposed on you.FEE. Gentlewoman, I cry thee mercy; but 'tis a fault in all lords, not in me only: we do use t
- 801 MAID. That trouble Already may be pa.s.s'd.WIFE. Why, if it be, The doubt he will not hold his brittle faith, That he is not a competible choice, And so your n.o.ble friends will cross the match, Doth make your happiness uncertain still; Or say, you
- 800 AMENDS FOR LADIES._EDITIONS._ _Amends for Ladies. A Comedie. As it was acted at the Blacke-Fryers, both by the Princes Servants, and the Lady Elizabeths. By Nat. Field.London: Printed by G. Eld, for Math. Walbancke, and are to be sold at his Shop at the n
- 799 OMNES. Young Strange!CAPT. POUTS. Heart! I was never sick before: help me now to a surgeon, or I shall swoon instantly.[_As two lead him, he speaks._ Thou wert born a woman-citizen; fare thee well.And farewell, love and women, ye diseases: My horse and sw
- 798 OMNES. Yes, very well.KATH. O sister, here's the villain slander'd me.STRANGE. You see he cannot stand to't.ABRA. Is he hurt in the arm, too?STRANGE. Yes. ABRA. Why, then, by G.o.d's-lid, thou art a base rogue. I knew I should live to
- 797 WAG. I should ne'er have known you by that, for you wear it on your head, and other folks in their pockets.L. NIN. Which is my lord, I pray?SIR J. WOR. The second man: Young Nevill leads.SIR INN. And where's Sir Abraham?SIR J. WOR. He with the t
- 796 NEV. Your wit is most active: I called him knave in regard of his long stay, sir, not his work.ABRA. But, d'ye hear, Master Nevill? did you bespeak a vizard with a most terrible countenance for me?NEV. A very devil's face: I fear nothing, but th
- 795 [49] [Old copy, _a_.][50] The old word for engineer: so in Heywood's "Edward IV., Part II.," 1600, sig. M 3-- "But it was not you At whom the fatal _enginer_ did aim."Ben Jonson uses it in his "Cataline," act iii. sc. 4-
- 794 Maybe he would vouchsafe to look on thee.Because he is a knight, is it thy terror?Why, peradventure, he is Knighthood's Mirror[56].PEN. D'ye hear, Sir Abraham?ABRA. Yes, with standing tears. WAG. Bevis[57] on Arundel, with Morglay in hand, Near
- 793 SCENE II._Enter_ CAPTAIN POUTS, _with a letter, and_ STRANGE, _like a soldier_.STRANGE. O, these are Lambeth fields.CAPT. POUTS. Strange murder'd on the weddingday by you, At his own bride's appointment, for my sake?STRANGE. As dead as charity.
- 792 STRANGE. As true a rogue as thyself. Thou wrong'st me. Send your man away: go to, I have strange and welcome business to impart. The merchant is dead for shame: let's walk into the fields: send away your man.CAPT. POUTS. How?STRANGE. Here is a l
- 791 ABRA. _Thy servant, Abraham, sends this foolish ditty_.PEN. You say true, in troth, sir.ABRA. _Thy servant, Abraham, sends this foolish dit- Ty unto thee, pity both him and it_. [_Write._ PEN. _Ty unto thee:_ well, if she do not pity both, 'tis pity
- 790 SCUD. Can you read anything, then, in this face?BEL. O basilisk! remove thee from my sight, Or thy heart's blood shall pay thy rash attempt!Ho! who attends us there?SCUD. Stir not a foot, And stop your clamorous acclamations, Or, by the bitterness of
- 789 SCENE II._Music. Enter with table-napkins_, COUNT FREDERICK, SIR JOHN WORLDLY, NEVILL, PENDANT, SIR INNOCENT NINNY, LADY NINNY, SIR ABRAHAM. _Servants with wine, plate, tobacco, and pipes._ SIR J. WOR. Sir, had you borne us company to church, You had been
- 788 PEN. What's the matter?WAG. I am with child by you.PEN. By me? Why, by me? A good jest, i' faith.WAG. You'll find it, sir, in earnest.PEN. Why, do you think I am such an a.s.s to believe n.o.body has meddled with you but I? WAG. Do you wron
- 787 SIR J. WOR. Take your revenge by law.STRANGE. It will be thought Your greatness and our money carries it: For some say some men on the back of law May ride and rule it like a patient a.s.s, And with a golden bridle in the mouth Direct it unto anything the
- 786 PEN. My honour'd lord, Say but the word, I'll force him from the door.C. FRED. I say the word: do it.SCUD. You, my lord's fine fool!ABRA. Ay, he, sir?SCUD. No! nor you, my lord's fool's fool. SIR INN. 'Ware, boy: come back.L.
- 785 NEV. Yes, sir; 'tis for the great marriage 'twixt---- SCUD. Pray, hold there; I know it too-too well.The tokens and the letters I have still.The dangers I have pa.s.s'd for her dear sake By day and night, to satisfy her wishes!That letter I
- 784 SIR J. WOR. These are impossibilities. Come, Sir Abraham.A little time will wear out this rash vow.ABRA. Shall I but hope?LUC. O, by no means. I cannot endure these round breeches: I am ready to swoon at them.KATE. The hose are comely. LUC. And then his l
- 783 CAPT. POUTS. Where?SIR J. WOR. Find them out, brave captain.Win honour and get money; by that time I'll get a daughter for my n.o.ble captain.CAPT. POUTS. Good, sir, good.SIR J. WOR. Honour is honour, but it is no money. This is the tumbler, then, mu
- 782 C. FRED. Young Master Abraham! cry ye mercy, sir.ABRA. Your lords.h.i.+p's poor friend, and Sir Abraham Ninny.The dub-a-dub of honour, piping hot Doth lie upon my wors.h.i.+p's shoulder-blade.SIR INN. Indeed, my lord, with much cost and labour w
- 781 PEN. Heart! I should follow you like a young rank wh.o.r.e, That runs proud of her love; pluck you by the sleeve, Whoe'er were with you, in the open street, With the impudency of a drunken oyster-wife; Put on my fighting waistcoat and the ruff, That
- 780 NEV. O heaven! we speak like G.o.ds and do like dogs.SCUD. What means my---- NEV. This day this Bellafront, the rich heir, Is married unto Count Frederick, And that's the wedding I was going to.SCUD. I prythee, do not mock me. Married!NEV. It is no m
- 779 A Select Collection of Old English Plays.VOL 11.by W. Carew Hazlitt.A WOMAN IS A WEATHERc.o.c.k._EDITION._ _A Woman is a Weather-c.o.c.ke. A New Comedy. As it was acted before the King in White-Hall. And diuers times Priuately at the White-Friers, by the
- 778 [422] [Edits., _finisht_.] [423] i.e. Measure it out. Hesperiam metire jacens.--_Virgil_. --_Steevens_. [424] i.e., Facility; [Greek: euergos], facilis.--_Steevens_. [425] "Apud eosdem nasci Ctesias scribit, quam mantichoram appellat, triplici dentiu
- 777 Marston, in the "First Part of Antonio and Mellida," act v., makes Balurdo say: "No, I am not Sir Jeffrey Balurdo: I am not as well known by my wit as an _alehouse_ by a _red lattice_."[384] i.e., Defiles. See note on "Macbeth,&qu
- 776 [342] [Separate.] This is obviously quoted from the marriage ceremony: as Mr Todd has shown, the Dissenters in 1661 did not understand _depart_ in the sense of _separate_, which led to the alteration of the Liturgy, "till death us _do part_." In
- 775 [299] While he is speaking, c.r.a.pula, from the effects of over-eating, is continually coughing, which is expressed in the old copies by the words _tiff toff, tiff toff_, within brackets. Though it might not be necessary to insert them, their omission ou
- 774 1579. See also Rich's "My Ladies Looking-gla.s.s," 1616, sig. B 3.][264] [Edits. give this speech to the Herald.][265] [The head.][266] A celebrated puppet-show often mentioned by writers of the times by the name of the Motion of Nineveh. S
- 773 [232] i.e., Hedgehogs. See a note on Shakespeare's "Tempest," i. 28, edit. 1778.--_Steevens_.Again, in Erasmus's "Praise of Folie," 1549, sig. Q 2: "That the soule of Duns woulde a litle leve Sorbone College, and enter i
- 772 [195] Auditus is here called _Ears_, as Tactus is before called _Deed_.--_Pegge_. [But see note at p. 349.][196] Circles. So in Milton-- "Throws his steep flight in many an airy wheel."--_Steevens_.[197] [It is _Mendacio_ who speaks.] [198] Old
- 771 [156] [This must allude to some real circ.u.mstance and person.][157] [Attend.][158] [Bergen-op-Zoom.][159] [Old copy, _our_.][160] [Lap, long. See Nares, edit. 1859, _v. Lave-eared_.] [161] [Old copy, _seas_.][162] [Orcus.][163] [Worried.][164] [An answe
- 770 AARON. Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather.BOY. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, I greet your honours from Andronicus-- And pray the Roman G.o.ds confound you both. [_Aside_.DEMETRIUS. _Gramercy_, lovely Lucius; what's the news?BOY.
- 769 [71] [Furor Poeticus apostrophises Apollo, the Muses, &c., who are not present.][72] [Old copy, _Den_.][73] [Alluding to the blindness of puppies.][74] [Man.][75] [Old copy, _skibbered_.] [76] [i.e., my very mate.][77] [In old copy this line is given to P
- 768 --_Hawkins_. [Scarcely, for there are two sons recovered in that play, and the incident of finding a long-lost child is not an uncommon one in the drama. We have a daughter thus found in Pericles.--_Ebsworth_.][31] [Some of the old copies read _make_.][32
- 767 WIFE. Given me a dowry too.BUT. And that he knew, Your sin was his, the punishment his due.SCAR. All this is here: Is heaven so gracious to sinners then?BUT. Heaven is, and has his gracious eyes, To give men life, not life-entrapping spies.SCAR. Your hand
- 766 SCAR. And this divine did marry me, Whose tongue should be the key to open truth, As G.o.d's amba.s.sador. Deliver, deliver, deliver. [_Aside_.DOC. Master Scarborow.SCAR. I'll be with you straight, sir: Salvation to afflicted consciences, And no
- 765 [_Exeunt_._Enter_ SCARBOROW.SCAR. I'll parley with the devil: ay, I will, He gives his counsel freely, and the cause He for his clients pleads goes always with them: He in my cause shall deal then; and I'll ask him Whether a cormorant may have s
- 764 BUT. My coat, sir?SCAR. Ay, your coat, slave.BUT. 'Sfoot, when you ha't, 'tis but a threadbare coat, And there 'tis for you: know that I scorn To wear his livery is so worthy born, And live[s] so base a life; old as I am, I'll rat
- 763 BUT. Your wife's come in, sir.SCAR. Thou li'st, I have not a wife. None can be call'd True man and wife, but those whom heaven install'd, Say-- KATH. O my dear husband!SCAR. You are very welcome. Peace: we'll have compliment.Who a
- 762 THOM. At peace for what? For spending my inheritance?By yonder sun that every soul has life by, As sure as thou hast life, I'll fight with thee.SCAR. I'll not be mov'd unto't.THOM. I'll kill thee then, wert thou now clasp'd W
- 761 SIS. Undone, undone!BUT. Why, mistress, how is't? how is't?SIS. My husband has forsook me.BUT. O perjury!SIS. Has ta'en my jewels and my bracelets from me. THOM. Vengeance, I played the thief for the money that bought 'em.SIS. Left me
- 760 ILF. Ha!SIS. Whose substance your enticements did consume.ILF. Worse than an ague.SIS. Which as you did believe, so they supposed.'Twas fitter for yourself than for another To keep the sister, had undone the brother. ILF. I am gulled, by this hand. A
- 759 ILF. O, seal it with a kiss. Bless'd hour! my life had never joy till this._Enter_ WENTLOE _and_ BARTLEY _beneath_.BAR. Hereabout is the house, sure.WEN. We cannot mistake it; for here's the sign of the Wolf, and the bay-window._Enter_ BUTLER _a
- 758 ILF. What, a G.o.d's name?THOM. About four thousand pound in her great chest.ILF. And I'll find a vent for't, I hope.JOHN. She is virtuous, and she is fair.ILF. And she were foul, being rich, I would be glad of her. BUT. Pish, pis.h.!.+JOHN
- 757 BUT. Why, look you, I had all this talk for your good!BAR. Hadst?BUT. For you know the knight is but a scurvy-proud-prating prodigal, licentious, unnecessary-- WEN. An a.s.s, an a.s.s, an a.s.s.BUT. Now you heard me tell him I had three wenches in store.
- 756 BUT. For kex,[404] dried kex, that in summer has been so liberal to fodder other men's cattle, and scarce have enough to keep your own in winter. Mine are precious cabinets, and must have precious jewels put into them, and I know you to be merchants
- 755 HAR. Nay, then, I tell thee they took into this wood.BUT. And I tell thee (setting thy wors.h.i.+p's knighthood aside) he lies in his throat that says so: had not one of them a white frock? did they not bind your wors.h.i.+p's knighthood by the
- 754 [_Exeunt_.LORD. Why, now I see: what I heard of, I believed not, Your kinsman lives-- SIR WIL. Like to a swine.LORD. A perfect Epythite,[398] he feeds on draff, And wallows in the mire, to make men laugh: I pity him.SIR WIL. No pity's fit for him. LO
- 753 BUT. The more's the pity.SIS. I know not what in course to take me to; Honestly I fain would live, what shall I do?BUT. Sooth, I'll tell you; your brother hath hurt us; we three will hurt you, and then go all to a 'spital together.SIS. Jest
- 752 SCAR. Your own, sir? what's your own?THOM. Our portions given us by our father's will.JOHN. Which here you spend.THOM. Consume.JOHN. Ways worse than ill. SCAR. Ha, ha, ha!_Enter_ ILFORD.ILF. Nay, nay, nay, Will: prythee, come away, we have a ful
- 751 WEN. Fit to be regarded.BAR. That shall command our souls.WEN. Our swords.BAR. Ourselves.ILF. To feed upon you, as Pharaoh's lean kine did upon the fat. [_Aside_.]SCAR. Master Gripe, is my bond current for this gentleman?ILF. Good security, you Egypt
- 750 WEN. An excellent health._Enter_ DRAWER.DRAW. Master Ilford, there's a couple of strangers beneath desires to speak with you.ILF. What beards have they? gentlemenlike-beards, or brokerlike-beards?DRAW. I am not so well acquainted with the art of face