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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
- 549 [_Exeunt_.SCENE III._Enter_ ROBIN HOOD, LITTLE JOHN _following him; the one Earl of Huntington, the other his servant_, ROBIN _having his napkin on his shoulder, as if he were suddenly raised from dinner_.ROB. H. As I am outlaw'd from my fame and sta
- 548 THE DOWNFALL OF ROBERT EARL OF HUNTINGTON.ACT I, SCENE 1._Enter_ SIR JOHN ELTHAM, _and knocks at_ SKELTON'S _door_.[157]SIR JOHN. How, Master Skelton; what, at study hard?[_Opens the door_. SKEL. Welcome and wish'd-for honest Sir John Eltham.I h
- 547 "Feb. 1597-8.--The first part of Robin Hood by Anthony Mundy."The second part of the Downfall of Earl Huntington, sirnamed Robinhood by Anthony Mundy and Henry Chettle."It is to be observed that what Henslowe mentions as "the second pa
- 546 BACK-WIN. More I will use, if more I may prevail.Back-winter comes but seldom forth abroad, But when he comes, he pincheth to the proof.Winter is mild, his son is rough and stern: Ovid could well write of my tyranny, When he was banish'd to the froze
- 545 Haste therefore each degree To welcome destiny: Heaven is our heritage, Earth but a player's stage.Mount we unto the sky.I am sick, I must die.Lord, have mercy on us_!SUM. Beshrew me, but thy song hath moved me. WILL SUM. "Lord, have mercy on us
- 544 Vain boasters, liars, makes.h.i.+fts, they are all; Men that, removed from their ink-horn terms,[113]Bring forth no action worthy of their bread.What should I speak of pale physicians, Who as _Fismenus non nasatus_ was (Upon a wager that his friends had l
- 543 SUM. No more of this, I hate it to the death.No such deformer of the soul and sense, As is this swinish d.a.m.n'd horn drunkenness.Bacchus, for thou abusest so earth's fruits, Imprison'd live in cellars and in vaults.Let none commit their c
- 542 HAR. Then fetch us a cloak-bag, to carry away yourself in.SUM. Plough-swains are blunt, and will taunt bitterly.Harvest, when all is done, thou art the man: Thou dost me the best service of them all.Rest from thy labours, till the year renews, And let the
- 541 But whether they logicians be or no, Cynics they are, for they will snarl and bite; Right courtiers to flatter and to fawn; Valiant to set upon the[ir] enemies; Most faithful and most constant to their friends.Nay, they are wise, as Homer witnesseth Who,
- 540 SUM. Hypocrisy, how it can change his shape!How base is pride from his own dunghill put!How I have rais'd thee, Sol. I list not tell, Out of the ocean of adversity, To sit in height of honour's glorious heaven, To be the eyesore[43] of aspiring
- 539 VER. Content yourself; we'll have variety._Here enter three_ CLOWNS _and three_ MAIDS, _singing this song, dancing:-- Trip and go, heave and hoe, Up and down, to and fro; From the town to the grove, Two and two let us rove.A maying, a playing: Love h
- 538 A Select Collection of Old English Plays.Vol. VIII.by Various.SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT.EDITION. _A pleasant Comedie, called Summer's last will and Testament. Written by Thomas Nash. Imprinted at London by Simon Stafford, for Water Burre_
- 537 [527] This seems to be some popular and well-understood allusion--well understood then, but now obscure enough; nor does Steevenss explanation help us much. See "Pop. Antiq. of Gr. Britain," 1870, iii. 322. [528] An allusion to an old proverb. [
- 536 [477] Old copy, _you_. [478] Old copy, _Richards_. [479] [Old copy, _us_.] [480] Succeed. [481] Perhaps the dance so called is meant. [482] [Old copy, _them_.] [483] [Old. copy, _ye spoke_.] [484] Old copy, _rove_. [485] i.e., From the time of the Confe
- 535 [427] Second edit. _you_. [428] So second edit. First edit. _weere_. [429] [Old edits., _carerie_.] [430] So second edit. First edit., _shrowdly_. [431] Second edit., _me_--wrongly, as appears from what follows. [432] Edits., _be_. [433] i.e., Ill-will.
- 534 [378] So second edit. First edit., _asgoe_. [379] [Old copies, _boye_.] [380] It would seem that something is wanting after this speech, unless we are to suppose that here the Boy lies down and falls asleep, and that he wakens on the second entrance of Ho
- 533 [329] Read, for the metre, _Shee is_.[330] A recollection perhaps of Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet,"act iii. sc. 5-- "If I would the fool were married to her grave!"[331] i.e., Honest. [332] i.e., Deny.[333] Read, for the metre,
- 532 we find, "_Pingle_, to pick ones food, to eat squeamishly:" and in Moors "Suffolk Words" is a similar explanation. See also Jamiesons "Et. Dict. of Scott. Lang." [282] So second edit. Not in first edit. [283] So second edit.
- 531 [234] [Old copies read _when_.] [235] So second edit. First edit., _in the_. [236] So second edit. Not in first edit. [237] [Meaning a tavern of that name.] [238] Sheathe your sword. [239] Edits., _me_. [240] [Old copy, _Hes_.] Read, for the metre, _He
- 530 COMEDY. Nefarious hag, begin; And let us tug, till one the mast'ry win.ENVY. Comedy, thou art a shallow goose; I'll overthrow thee in thine own intent, And make thy fall my comic merriment.COMEDY. Thy policy wants gravity; thou art too weak.Spea
- 529 [165] See vol. iv. p. 80, respecting the _razors of Palermo.--Collier_.[Mr Collier's suggested retention of _shave_, the reading of the old copy, I cannot support.][166] "_Phlegon's_ hot breath" is mentioned in "Fuimus Troes;"
- 528 [128] Old copy, metals.[129] An early instance of an echo of this kind upon the stage is to be found in Peele's "Arraignment of Paris," 1584. Mr D'Israeli has an entertaining essay upon them in his "Curiosities of Literature,"
- 527 [95] Afterwards purchased by Mr Collier.[96] [This does not appear quite to follow. In a poem, "Upon London Physicians," written about 1620, and quoted in "Inedited Poetical Miscellanies," edit. Hazlitt, 1870, sig. Ff 5, he is mentione
- 526 Marston's "What You Will," act ii. sc. 1-- "Think'st thou a libertine, _an ungiv'd_ beast, Scornes not the shackles of thy envious clogs?"Milton's "Samson Agonistes," l. 1092-- "Dost thou already sing
- 525 [59] [The second Chorus to leave off abruptly with this word, the third Chorus taking up the narrative.][60] A compliment to Queen Elizabeth.--_S.P_.It was, as Mr Steevens observes, no uncommon thing to introduce a compliment to Queen Elizabeth in the bod
- 524 [37] [Mine almighty.--MS.][38] [This, and the three following lines, are not in the MSS.][39] [In creeping thorough all her veins within, That she thereby shall raise much ruth and woe.--MS.][40] [This, and the five preceding lines, are not in the MSS.][4
- 523 Flowers of prime, pearles couched in gold, sonne of our day that gladdeneth the hart of them that shall yo'r s.h.i.+ning beames behold, salue of eche sore, recure of euery smart, in whome vertue and beautie striueth soe that neither yeldes: loe here
- 522 FAU. Now, by my halidom, a virtuous deed!HEN. Father, you see your most rebellious son, Stricken with horror of his horrid guilt, Requesting sentence fitting his desert: O, tread upon his head, that trod [upon]Your heart: I do deliver up all dignity, Crow
- 521 QUEEN. Harry, off with his hand, then with his head.FAU. By the red rood, I cannot choose but weep, Come love or hate, my tears I cannot keep.QUEEN. When comes this ling'ring executioner?JOHN. An executioner, an executioner!HEN. Call none, till we ha
- 520 Had you it, brother Gloster? G.o.d's good mercy!HEN. And what have you to say?BLO. Nothing, sir, But G.o.d bless you! you are a goodly company!Except Sir Richard[543] or my lady will command me Any more service.FAU. Away, you prating knave! hence, va
- 519 SKINK. Swounds, do; would I had one. [_Aside_.QUEEN. Do not, I prythee, keep thy proud heart still.GLO. I'll wear it but to cross thy froward will.HEN. Sit down, and take thy place.GLO. It's the low earth; To her I must, from her I had my birth.
- 518 JOHN. Whither ye will; I care not, where I go.If grief will grace it, I'll adorn the show.FAU. Come, madam; we must thither; we are bound.LADY.[538] I'm loth to see the court, Gloster being from thence, Or kneel to him that gave us this offence.
- 517 GLO. Leicester, do not come near me; For, if thou do, thou shalt buy it dearly.LEI. I'll have thy hand for this.GLO. Not for thy heart.SKINK. Brave Earl, had Skink known thou hadst been the n.o.ble Gloster (whose mad tricks have made me love thee), I
- 516 Had my staff held, thou hadst not 'scap'd me so.But come not near me, fellow, thou art not[534] best, Holla, Earl Leicester! holla, huntsmen, ho!GLO. Upon my life, old Lancaster, a-hunting, Hath met my fellow-hermit. Could I meet him, I'd p
- 515 RICH. There it is.GLO. Falls it so heavy? then my heart is light.RICH. Thou'lt have a heavy heart before thou touch it.Theft shrin'd in holy weeds, stand to't, y'are best.GLO. And if I do not, seeing such a prey, Let this be to me a di
- 514 FAU. Nay, do not weep: pardon me, gentle lady; I know thee virtuous, and I do protest Never to have an evil thought of thee.ROB. Aye, aye, ye swear; who's that that will believe ye?FAU. Now, by my halidom and honest faith, This gentlewoman shall witn
- 513 Come to my closet, girl, make much of me; We'll appoint a meeting-place some twice a week, And I'll maintain thee like a lady, ha!LADY F. O, but you will forget me presently, When you look well upon your lady's beauty.FAU. Who? upon her? wh
- 512 But now I shall have ease; here comes the saint, To whom such suit was made.BLO. My lady gentlewoman is even here in her privity-walk. Madam, here's the merchant's wife was here yesterday would speak with ye.O, I was somewhat bold to bring her i
- 511 JOHN. A vengeance on him!GLO. Do not curse, good prince; He's bad enough, 'twere better pray for him.JOHN. I'll kill thee, and thou bid us pray for him, I'll fell [the] woods, and ring thee round with fire, Make thee an offering unto f
- 510 [_Enters_.What's here? a beard? a counterfeited hair?The hermit's portesse,[511] garments, and his beads?Jesus defend me! I will fly this den; It's some thief's cave, no haunt for holy men.What, if the murderer (as I guess him one) Set
- 509 JOHN. You find it on her lips: but, forward, sir.SKINK. 'Twas Skink in Gloster's gown, whom you did visit, That play'd at bowls, and after stole your clothes, While you went into the Lord Morton's chamber.JOHN. This savours of some tru
- 508 BLO. Very sick, sick, and like to die! I'll sing it, and you will.ROB. Away, ye knave; tell him, in the morning I'll humbly wait upon his excellence.BLO. That's all his desire to have ye lowly and humble, and 'tis a courteous thing in
- 507 JOHN. There shall I know where this d.a.m.ned Gloster is, I'll have the devils rous'd to find that devil, O[r] else I'll conjure the old conjuror.I'll to Blackheath, and there with friends conspire, But I'll have Gloster's he
- 506 PUR. O, sir, 'tis too true, too true, too true. O Lord.DRA. And there he call'd for a pint of sack, as good sack (I'll be pos'd upon all the books that ever opened and shut), as any in all Christendom.FAU. Body of me, I come and call f
- 505 SCENE THE TWENTY-THIRD._Enter_ JOHN, RICHARD, FAUCONBRIDGE, SHERIFFS, _and_ OFFICERS.SKINK. Now, fortune, help or never. They come--_and ye were a prince, as ye say ye are, ye would be ashamed to abuse a poor servant thus; but and if ye were not of the bl
- 504 I am no tavern-h[a]unter, I can tell thee.DRA. But my master hath taken many a fair pound Of your man Block; he was here to-day, sir, And emptied[500] two bottles of nippitate[501] sack.GLO. Well, fill us of your nippitate, sir; This is well chanced. But
- 503 JOHN. Where's Gloster, Fauconbridge?FAU. Sweet prince, I know not.JOHN. Come, jest not with me: tell me where he is?FAU. I never saw him since the Parl'ament.JOHN. Impudent liar, didst thou not even now Say thou wouldst fetch him? Hadst thou not
- 502 Well, farewell he, better and better still, These seek for me; yet I will have my will.SCENE THE NINETEENTH._Enter_ PRINCE JOHN, PRINCE RICHARD, _and the_ SHERIFF.JOHN. Sheriff, in any case be diligent.Who's yonder? Fauconbridge? GLO. How now, sweet
- 501 RED. You sp-sp-speak like an honest ge-ge-gentleman, re-re-rest you me-me-merry! co-co-come, my f-f-friends, I be-believe h-h-he r-ran by the g-g-garden w-wall toward the wa-water side.[_Exeunt running_.GLO. This fellow is of the humour I would choose my
- 500 LADY F. The more his error; but will you agree To be the Lady Fauconbridge one day?ROB. When is't?LADY. F. On Monday.ROB. Wherefore is't?LADY F. Nay, then, you do me wrong with inquisition, And yet I care not greatly if I tell thee. Thou seest m
- 499 QUEEN. My dear son Jack!JOHN. Your dear son Jack-an-apes; Your monkey, your baboon, your a.s.s, your gull!LEI. What ails Earl John?JOHN. Hence, further from my sight!My fiery thoughts and wrath have work in hand; I'll curse ye blacker than th'Av
- 498 QUEEN. O, but, my son, thy father favours him.Richard, that vile abortive changeling brat, And Fauconbridge, are fallen at Henry's feet.They woo for him, but entreat my son Gloster may die for this, that he hath done.LEI. If Gloster live, thou wilt b
- 497 SKINK. I would be sorry, John, but you should stay, Until my bias run another way.Now pa.s.s and hey-pa.s.s, Skink, unto your tricks: 'Tis but a chance at hazard. There lies Gloster, And here stands Skink; now, John, play thou thy part, And if I
- 496 GLO. What mutter you? what tidings from my sister?SKINK. Co-commendations, and s-she hath s-sent ye this r-ring.GLO. Hold, there's two angels; shut the chamber-door, You must about some business for me straight; Come nearer, man.SKINK. I fear I am to
- 495 FAU. He did but try her! would she have been tried, It had gone hard on this and on this side. [_Aside_.RICH. And since I see your virtue so confirm'd, As vice can have no entrance in your heart, I vow, in sight of heaven, never again, To move like q
- 494 SKINK. If I be rid of this evil angel that haunts me, many rings, much Fleet, will Skink come unto. [_Aside_.CON. Madam, if you know this fellow, we'll discharge him.BLO. Madam, and you be wise, trust your honest neighbours here; let them bring this
- 493 ROB. Block, by the antiquity of your ancestry, I have given your lady not so much as the least cause of dislike; if she be displeased at any news I bring, it's more than I must blab.BLO. Zounds, these pages be so proud, they care not for an old servi
- 492 warrants! marry, Skink finds them as sure as an obligation seal'd with batter. At King's-Bridge I durst not enter a boat. Through London the stones were fiery. I have had a good cool way through the fields, and in the highway to Ratcliffe stands
- 491 He stammers; but he's swift and trusty, sir.SCENE THE FOURTH._Enter_ REDCAP.GLO. No matter for the stammering; is this he?RED. Ay, I am Re-Redcap, s-s-sir. GLO. Run. Redcap, to Stepney.RED. I'll be at Stepney p-p-presently.GLO. Nay, stay; go to
- 490 OFFICER. Room there, make room for young Huntington.FAU. A gallant youth, a proper gentleman.HEN. Richard, I have had wrong about his wards.h.i.+p.RlCH. You cannot right yourself.JOHN. He can and shall. RICH. Not with your help; but, honourable youth, Hav
- 489 JOHN. Too much? too little!He shall have that and more; I swear he shall.I will have Nottingham and Salisbury, Stafford and Darby, and some other earldom, Or, by St John (whose blessed name I bear), I'll make these places like a wilderness.Is't
- 488 FAU. My lieges both, old Fauconbridge is proud Of your right honour'd charge. He that worst may Will strain his old eyes: G.o.d send peace this day!A bill for the releas.e.m.e.nt of the queen preferr'd, By Henry the young King, Richard the Princ
- 487 _Warden of the Fleet_.REDCAP, _a messenger_._Constable and Watch_._A Pursuivant_._A Drawer_. _Music_.A PLEASANT COMEDY CALLED LOOK ABOUT YOU.SCENE THE FIRST._Enter_ ROBERT HOOD, _a young n.o.bleman, a Servant with him, with riding wands in their hands, as
- 486 Frank, if thou seek'st that way, there thou shalt find Her, whom I hold the comfort of thy mind.MAL. He shall not seek me; I will seek him out, Since of my mother's grant I need not doubt.MR[S] BAR. Thy mother grants, my girl, and she doth pray
- 485 MRS GOUR. What, shall I think her hate will yield so much?FRAN. Why, doubt it not; her spirit may be such.MR GOUR. Why, will it be?PHIL. Yet stay, I have some hope.Mother, why, mother, why, hear ye[438]: Give me your hand; it is no more but thus; 'Ti
- 484 MRS GOUR. I'll thrust it in thy face, then.MRS BAR. But you shall not.MRS GOUR. Let go, I say.MRS BAR. Let you go, for 'tis mine.MRS GOUR. But my possession says, it is none of thine. MRS BAR. Nay, I have hold too.MRS GOUR. Well, let go thy hold
- 483 MAL. Will ye strike me?SIR RALPH. Yes: will ye strike again?MAL. No, sir: it fits not maids to fight with men.SIR RALPH. I wonder, wench, how I thy name might know.MAL. Why, you may find it, sir, in th'Christcross row[419]. SIR RALPH. Be my schoolmis
- 482 _Enter_ FRANK _and his_ BOY.FRAN. O, have I catch'd ye, sir? It was your doing That made me have this pretty dance to-night; Had not you spoken, my mother had not scar'd me: But I will swinge ye for it.PHIL. Keep the king's peace!FRAN. How!
- 481 SIR RALPH. Is Will there?MR BAR. No. Philip?MR GOUR. Frank?SIR RALPH. No, no.-- Was ever man deluded thus like me?I think some spirit leads me thus amiss, As I have often heard that some have been Thus in the nights. But yet this mazes me; where e'er
- 480 NICH. No, indeed, whatsoe'er I think; and thought is free.COOMES. You wh.o.r.eson wafer-cake, by G.o.d's dines, I'll crush ye for this!NICH. Give an inch, and you'll take an ell; I will not put my finger in a hole, I warrant ye: what,
- 479 COOMES. They say men moil and toil for a poor living; so I moil and toil, and am living, I thank G.o.d; in good time be it spoken. It had been better for me my mistress's angel had been light, for then perhaps it had not led me into this darkness. We
- 478 FRAN. So ho! where art thou, Philip?WILL. 'Sblood,[370] Philip!But now he call'd me Francis: this is fine. [_Aside_.]FRAN. Why studiest thou? I prythee, tell me, Philip, Where the wench[371] is.WILL. Even now he ask'd me (Francis) for the w
- 477 FRAN. I pray G.o.d, ye may not, mother, till it be day! [_Aside_.COOMES. 'Sblood, take heed, mistress, here's a tree.MRS GOUR. Lead thou the way, and let me hold by thee.BOY. d.i.c.k Coomes, what difference is there between a blind man and he th
- 476 _Enter_ MALL.MAL. Here is the place where Philip bad me stay, Till Francis came; but wherefore did my brother Appoint it here? why in the coney-burrow?He had some meaning in't, I warrant ye.Well, here I'll set me down under this tree, And think
- 475 PHIL. O, beware, Frank! Slip away, Mall, you know what I told ye. I'll hold our mothers both in talk meanwhile. [_Aside_.]Mother and Mistress Barnes, methinks you should not stand in hatred so hard one with another.MRS BAR. Should I not, sir? should
- 474 What, mother, will you let this match go forward?Or, Mistress Goursey, will you first agree?MRS GOUR. Shall I agree first?PHIL. Ay, why not? come, come.MRS GOUR. Come from her, son, and if thou lov'st thy mother. MRS BAR. With the like spell, daughte
- 473 [_Discovers_ FRANCIS _and_ MALL.]And thus late too? what, hath your mother sent ye To cut my throat, that here you be in wait?-- Come from him, mistress, and let go his hand.-- Will ye not, sir?FRAN. Stay, Mistress Barnes, or mother--what ye will; She is[
- 472 MAL. But are ye cunning in the carman's lash?And can ye whistle well?FRAN. Yes, I can well direct the coach of love.MAL. Ah, cruel carter! would you whip a dove?PHIL. Hark ye, sister-- MAL. Nay, but hark ye, brother; Whose white boy[324] is that sam
- 471 WILL. A wood-man,[309] lady, but no tyrant I.LADY. Yes, tyrant-like thou lov'st to see lives die.SIR RALPH. Lady, no more: I do not like this luck, To hunt all day, and yet not kill a buck.Well, it is late; but yet I swear I will Stay here all night,
- 470 I did not think, good faith, I could have set So sour a face upon it, and to her, My bed-embracer, my right bosom friend.I would not that she should have seen the letter-- As poor a man as I am--by my troth, For twenty pound: well, I am glad I have it. [_
- 469 PHIL. Why, this way.FRAN. Canst thou tell, And takest upon thee to be my guide to h.e.l.l?-- But which way, father?MR GOUR. That way.FRAN. Ay, you know, You found the way to sorrow long ago.Father, G.o.d be wi' ye[293]: you have sent your son To seek
- 468 _Enter_ NICHOLAS.FRAN. Peace, sir, I must speak with one.-- Nicholas, I think, your name is.NlCH. True as the skin between your brows.FRAN. Well, how doth thy master?NlCH. Forsooth, live, and the best doth no better. FRAN. Where is the letter he hath sent
- 467 FRAN. How mean'st thou? is he drunk?BOY. I cannot tell; but I am sure he hath more liquor in him than a whole d.i.c.ker of hides; he's soak'd throughly, i'faith.FRAN. Well, go and call him; bid him bring me drink.BOY. I will, sir.[_Exi
- 466 MR BAR. Philip, if this would prove a match, It were the only means that could be found To make thy mother friends with Mistress Goursey.PHIL. How, a match! I'll warrant ye, a match.My sister's fair, Frank Goursey he is rich; Her[265] dowry, too
- 465 MRS BAR. Well, l.u.s.ty guts, I mean to make ye stay, And set some rubs in your mind's smoothest way[254]._Enter_ PHILIP.PHIL. Mother-- MRS BAR. How now, sirrah; where have you been walking?PHIL. Over the meads, half-way to Milton, mother, To bear my
- 464 Well, well, I would my daughter had a husband, For I would see how she would demean herself In that estate; it may be, ill enough,-- And, so G.o.d shall help me, well-remembered now!Frank Goursey is his father's son and heir: A youth that in my heart
- 463 BOY. Put up, sir; and ye be a man, put up.COOMES. I am easily persuaded, boy.PHIL. Ah, ye mad slave!COOMES. Come, come, a couple of wh.o.r.emasters I found ye, and so I leave ye.[_Exit_. PHIL. Lo, Frank, dost thou not see he's drunk, That twits thee[
- 462 COOMES. Faith, sir, like a poor man of service.PHIL. Or servingman.COOMES. Indeed, so called by the vulgar.PHIL. Why, where the devil hadst thou that word?COOMES. O, sir, you have the most eloquent ale in all the[235] world; our blunt soil affords none su
- 461 BOY. The colour, sir.FRAN. Set me a colour on your jest, or I will-- BOY. Nay, good sir, hold your hands!FRAN. What, shall we have it?BOY. Why, sir, I cannot paint. FRAN. Well, then, I can; And I shall find a pencil for ye, sir.BOY. Then I must find the t
- 460 MRS GOUR. What am I?MRS BAR. Why, that's as you will be ever.MRS GOUR. That's every day as good as Barnes's wife.MRS BAR. And better too: then, what needs all this trouble?A single horse is worse than that bears double. MR BAR. Wife, go to,
- 459 MRS BAR. Where stands your man? MRS GOUR. In his right place. MRS BAR. Good faith, I think ye play me foul an ace. MR BAR. No, wife, she plays ye true. MRS BAR. Peace, husband, peace; Ill not be judgd by you. MRS GOUR. Husband, Master Barnes, pray, both
- 458 MR GOUR. Pray do, forsooth.--G.o.d's Lord, what means the woman?She speaks it scornfully: faith, I care not; Things are well-spoken, if they be well-taken. [_Aside_.]What, Mistress Barnes, is it not time to part?MRS BAR. What's a-clock, sirrah?N
- 457 As it was lately playde by the right Honorable the Earle of Nottingham, Lord high Admirall, his seruants. By Henry Porter Gent. Imprinted at London for Ioseph Hunt, and William Ferbrand, and are to be solde at the Corner of Colman-streete, neere Loathburi
- 456 AMADINE. Dear father, Never were your sorrows greater than my griefs: Never you so desolate as I comfortless.Yet, nevertheless, acknowledging myself To be the cause of both, on bended knees I humbly crave your pardon.KING. I'll pardon thee, dear daug
- 455 SEGASTO. We weigh them not! proud shepherd, I scorn thy company.CLOWN. We'll not have a corner of thy company.MUCEDORUS. I scorn not thee, nor yet the least of thine.CLOWN. That's a lie, a would have kill'd me with his pugs-nando.SEGASTO. T
- 454 AMADINE. This is too big; I cannot wield it in my arm.BREMO. Is't so, we'll have a knotty crabtree staff for thee: But, sirrah, tell me, what say'st thou?MUCEDORUS. With all my heart I willing am to learn.BREMO. Then take my staff, and see
- 453 Enter_ SEGASTO, _the_ CLOWN, _and_ RUMBELO.SEGASTO. Come, sirs; what, shall I never have you Find out Amadine and the shepherd.CLOWN. And I have been through the woods, and through the woods, And could see nothing but an emmet.RUMBELO. Why, I see a thousa
- 452 Though I were dumb, and could not answer him, The beasts themselves would with relenting tears Bewail thy savage and unhuman deeds.BREMO. My love, why dost thou murmur to thyself?Speak louder, for thy Bremo hears thee not.AMADINE. My Bremo? no, the shephe
- 451 Delights to vexed spirits are as dates Set to a sickly man, which rather cloy than comfort: Let me entreat you to entreat no more.RODERIGO. Let yon strings sleep; have done there.[_Let the music cease_.KING OF VALENTIA. Mirth to a soul disturb'd is[1
- 450 I cannot wield my weapons in my hand; Methinks I should not strike so fair a one, I think her beauty hath bewitch'd my force, Or else within me altered nature's course.Ay, woman, wilt thou live in woods with me?AMADINE. Fain would I live, yet lo