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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
- 401 Is she so foul as Ethenwald reports her?Believe me, then, she had been unfit for me.PERIN.My gracious lord, Ethenwald hath dissembled with your majesty, For Alfrida is fair and virtuous; For last night, being in private conference, He told me he had devis
- 402 What ho!_Enter_ OSRICK _and_ ALFRIDA.OSRICK.Ethenwald, my son, what news?ETHENWALD. Why ask you? I am sure you have heard the news.OSRICK.Not yet, I promise you, my lord.ETHENWALD.Why then 'tis thus: the king doth mean to come and visit you.OSRICK.An
- 403 Methinks it is a pretty homely wench: I promise thee, Ethenwald, I like her well.ETHENWALD.My lord, she is a homely kitchen-maid, And one whose bringing up hath been but rude, And far unfit for Edgar's company; But if your grace want merry company, I
- 404 PRIEST.I have been this morning with a friend of mine, That would borrow a small sum of money of me; But I have learn'd the best a.s.surance a man can have In such a matter is a good p.a.w.n of twice the value, Or bonds sufficient for five times the
- 405 Did you but see the man, I am a.s.sur'd You would not choose but pardon Ethenwald.PERIN.Why, Dunstan, you have seen as well as I, That Ethenwald hath dissembled with the king.My gracious lord, first cut that traitor down, And then will others fear th
- 406 [_Enter_ HONESTY.]HONESTY.A prize! though it be long, I have found him at last; But I could not bring him with me, And therefore I pinn'd a paper on his shoulder, Meaning thereby to mark him for the gallows.But husht, here he comes._Enter_ PERIN. KIN
- 407 [13] We quote from Mr Utterson's, on all accounts, valuable reprint of Guilpin's collection of Epigrams and Satires, which was limited to sixteen copies. The same gentleman has conferred many other disinterested favours of the same kind on the l
- 408 [60] [Old copy, _that that_.][61] [Old copy, _prayers_.][62] [Makes all the world believe.][63] [Old copy, _anchors_.][64] [Old copy, _impire_.] [65] [For _Whilome a goe_, possibly we ought to read "Whilome again,"but this would not remove the w
- 409 [106] [Old copy, _turn_.][107] Middleton uses _squall_ for a wench in his "Michaelmas Term" and in "The Honest Wh.o.r.e," edit. Dyce, i. 431, and iii. 55. Here it evidently means a person of the male s.e.x. [When used of men, a little
- 410 [154] A bully.[155] _i e, pox_.[156] Old copies, _alone_.[157] _Vile_.[158] _Your lives so farre amisse_, edit. 1592. [159] [Scrupulous.][160] [Old copies, _Fraud_.][161] [Dissimulation.][162] [Edit. 1592, _Iwis_.][163] Edit. 1584, _s.h.i.+ft it_.[164] Th
- 411 [200] [The first 4 has _can_ for _should_, and _say_ for _'ssay_ or _essay_. The second 4 reads _lying_ for _living_.][201] [Old copy, _drudge_.][202] Edit. 1592 has _availeth_. See St Matthew xvi. 26.[203] [A synonym for a drubbing.] See "All&#
- 412 [249] [Old copy, _lent_.][250] [Old copy, _might_.][251] [Old copy, _might_.][252] Old copy, _tormented_.[253] [Old copy, _unmask'd_.] [254] Old copy, _our_.[255] i.e., A pack of cards; the expression was very common; _deck_, five lines lower, was of
- 413 [297] [Old copy, _Abstrauogant_.][298] [Old copy, _peely_.][299] [Cakes. Old copy, _cats_.][300] [A Knight of the Post was a person hired to swear anything--a character often mentioned in old writers.][301] Some persons, not merely without reason, but dir
- 414 A Select Collection of Old English Plays.Vol. VII.by Various.EDITION The Tragedie of Tancred and Gismund. Compiled by the Gentlemen of the Inner Temple, and by them presented before her Maiestie. Newly reuiued and polished according to the decorum of thes
- 415 CUPID. There rest my chariot on the mountaintops.[18]I, that in shape appear unto your sight[19]A naked boy, not cloth'd but with my wings, And that great G.o.d of Love, who with his might Ruleth the vast wide world and living things.[20]This left ha
- 416 TANCRED. But reason saith thou shouldst the same subdue.GISMUNDA. His funerals are yet before my sight.TANCRED. In endless moans princes should not delight.GISMUNDA. The turtle pines in loss of her true mate.TANCRED. And so continues poor and desolate. GI
- 417 LUCRECE. Since when the princess hath entomb'd her lord, Her late deceased husband of renown; Brother, I see, and very well perceive, She hath not clos'd together in his grave All sparks of nature, kindness, nor of love: But as she lives, so liv
- 418 ACT III., SCENE 1.CUPID. So now they feel what lordly Love can do, That proudly practise to deface his name; In vain they wrastle with so fierce a foe; Of little sparks arise a blazing flame."By small occasions love can kindle heat, And waste the oak
- 419 _Before this act_ MEGAERA _riseth out of h.e.l.l, with the other furies_, ALECTO _and_ TYSIPHONE _dancing an h.e.l.lish round; which done, she saith_: MEGAERA. Sisters, begone, bequeath the rest to me, That yet belongs unto this tragedy.[_The two furies d
- 420 Gismund, it is no man's nor men's report, That have by likely proofs inform'd me thus.Thou know'st how hardly I could be induc'd To vex myself, and be displeas'd with thee, With flying tales of flattering sycophants.No, no, t
- 421 Thou know'st our mind: our heart cannot be eas'd, But with the slaughter of this Palurin.[The KING hasteth into his palace.GUISCARD. O thou great G.o.d, who from thy highest throne Hast stooped down, and felt the force of love, Bend gentle ears
- 422 If birds or beasts had eaten up his corpse, Yea, heart and all within this cup I bring, And am constrained now unto the face Of his dear lady to present the same.CHORUS. What kind of cruelty is this you name?Declare forthwith, and whereunto doth tend This
- 423 GISMUNDA. The dead fear not the force of men.CHORUS 1. His care and grief.GISMUNDA. That neither car'd for me, Nor grieved at the murther of my love.My mind is settled; you with these vain words Withhold me but too long from my desire.Depart ye to my
- 424 FINIS.EPILOGUE.SPOKEN BY JULIO.Lo here the sweets of grisly pale despair!These are the blossoms of this cursed tree, Such are the fruits of too much love and care, O'erwhelmed in the sense of misery. With violent hands he that his life doth end, His
- 425 Q. POMPEY. Believe me, n.o.ble Romans and grave senators, This strange election, and this new-made law Will witness our unstable government, And dispossess Rome of her empery: For although Marius be renown'd in arms, Famous for prowess, and grave in
- 426 ANTHONY. For Sylla's haste! O, whither wilt thou fly?Tell me, my Sylla, what dost thou take in hand?What wars are these thou stirrest up in Rome?What fire is this is kindled by thy wrath?A fire that must be quench'd by Romans' blood. A war
- 427 SYLLA. And why not general 'gainst the King of Pontus?GRANIUS. And general against the King of Pontus.SYLLA. Sirrah, your words are good, your thoughts are ill.Each milkwhite hair amid this mincing beard, Compar'd with millions of thy treacherou
- 428 Frolic, brave soldiers, we must foot it now: Lucretius, you shall bide the brunt with me.Pompey, farewell, and farewell, Lepidus.Mark Anthony, I leave thee to thy books; Study for Rome and Sylla's royalty.But, by my sword, I wrong this greybeard'
- 429 YOUNG MARIUS. Sirrah, leave off this foolish dalliance, Lest with my sword I wake you from your trance.SLAVE. O happy man, O labours well-achiev'd!How hath this chance my weary limbs revived: O n.o.ble Marius! O princely Marius!YOUNG MARIUS. What mea
- 430 OCTAVIUS. We will submit our honours to their wills: You, ancient citizens, come follow me.[_Exit_ OCTAVIUS; _with him_ ANTHONY _and_ LEPIDUS.CINNA. High Jove himself hath done too much for thee, Else should this blade abate thy royalty.Well, young Italia
- 431 Let us entreat him to forsake our town; So shall we gain a friend of Rome and him.[MARIUS _awaketh_.But mark how happily he doth awake.MARIUS. What, breathe I yet, poor man, with mounting sighs, Choking the rivers of my restless eyes?Or is their rage rest
- 432 What help to ease my weary pains have I?What comfort in distress to calm my griefs?_Griefs_.Sweet nymph, these griefs are grown, before I thought so._I thought so_. Thus Marius lives disdain'd of all the G.o.ds._G.o.ds_.With deep despair late overtak
- 433 LEPIDUS. Ay, even in death most courage doth appear.OCTAVIUS. Then, waiting death, I mean to seat me here; Hoping that consuls' name and fear of laws Shall justify my conscience and my cause._Enter a_ MESSENGER.Now, sirrah, what confused looks are th
- 434 FLACCUS. We grieve to see the aged Marius Stand like a private man in view of Rome.CINNA. Then bid him sit; and lo, an empty place: Revoke his exile from his government, And so prevent your farther detriment.LEPIDUS. We will account both Marius and his fr
- 435 MARIUS. By'r lady,[140] Fulvia, you are gaily read: Your mother well may boast you for her own; For both of you have words and scoffs at will.And since I like the compa.s.s of your wit, Myself will stand, and, ladies, you shall sit.And, if you please
- 436 1ST SOLDIER. I prythee leave these rhymes, and tell us where thy master is?CLOWN. Faith, where you shall not be, Unless ye go with me.But shall I tell them so?O, no, sir, no, no, no.The man hath many a foe, As far as I do know: You do not flout me, I hope
- 437 _A great skirmish in Rome and long, some slain. At last enter_ SYLLA _triumphant, with_ POMPEY, METELLUS, _Citizens, Soldiers_.SYLLA. Now, Romans, after all these mutinies, Seditions, murders and conspiracies, Imagine with impartial hearts at last, What f
- 438 Hark how these murderous Romans, viper-like, Seek to bewray their fellow-citizens.O wretched world, from whence with speedy flight True love, true zeal, true honour late is fled!SOLDIER. What makes my lord so careless and secure, To leave the breach and h
- 439 POMPEY. What think you, citizens, why stand ye mute?Shall Sylla be dictator here in Rome?CITIZENS. By full consent Sylla shall be dictator.FLACCUS. Then in the name of Rome I here present The rods and axes into Sylla's hand; And fortunate prove Sylla
- 440 CURTALL. These are very indiscreet counsels, neighbour Poppey, and I will follow your misadvis.e.m.e.nt.POPPEY. I tell you, goodman Curtall, the wench hath wrong. O vain world, O foolish men! Could a man in nature cast a wench down, and disdain in nature
- 441 CORNELIA. How fares my lord? How doth my gentle Sylla.SYLLA. Ah, my Cornelia! pa.s.sing happy now: Free from the world, allied unto the heavens: Not curious of incertain chances now.CORNELIA. Words full of woe, still adding to my grief, A cureless cross o
- 442 ENVY: TREMELIO, _a Captain. For one_.BREMO, _a wild man_. COMEDY, _a boy, an old woman. For one_.ARIENA, AMADINE'S _maid_. COLLEN, _a Councillor, a Messenger. For one_.MOUSE, _the Clown. For one_.MUCEDORUS. _Enter_ COMEDY _joyfully, with a garland of
- 443 [_Exit MUCEDORUS_.ANSELMO. Prosperity forerun thee: awkward chance Never be neighbour to thy wishes' venture: Content and Fame advance thee: ever thrive, And glory thy mortality survive!_Enter_ MOUSE _with a bottle of hay_.MOUSE. O, horrible, terribl
- 444 CLOWN. Why, do you not know me?SEGASTO. Why, no; how should I know thee?CLOWN. Why then you know n.o.body, and you know not me[170]. I tell you, sir, I am the goodman Rat's son, of the next parish over the hill.SEGASTO. Goodman Rat's son; why, w
- 445 SEGASTO. Well, sirrah, leaving idle talk, tell me, Dost thou know Captain Tremelio's chamber?CLOWN. Ay, very well, it hath a door.SEGASTO. I think so; for so hath every chamber.But dost thou know the man?CLOWN. Ay forsooth, he hath a nose on his face
- 446 CLOWN. Why, how now, what's the matter?I thought you would be calling before I had done.SEGASTO. Come, help, away with my friend.CLOWN. Why, is he drunk? cannot he stand on his feet?SEGASTO. No, he is not drunk; he is slain. CLOWN. Flain! no, by[
- 447 SEGASTO. Tremelio in the wars, O King, preserved thee.AMADINE. The shepherd in the woods, O King, preserved me.SEGASTO. Tremelio fought, when many men did yield.AMADINE. So would the shepherd, had he been in field.CLOWN. So would my master, had he not run
- 448 MUCEDORUS. And must I go, and must I needs depart?Ye goodly groves, partakers of my songs, In time tofore, when fortune did not frown, Pour forth your plaints, and wail awhile with me.And thou bright sun, my comfort in the cold, Hide, hide thy face, and l
- 449 SEGASTO. Come, sir, your mind is all upon your belly.You have forgotten what I did bid you do.CLOWN. Faith, I know nothing, but you bad me go to breakfast.SEGASTO. Was that all?CLOWN. Faith, I have forgotten it, the very scent of the meat made me forget[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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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,
- 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
- 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
- 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[
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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. [_
- 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,
- 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
- 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[
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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,
- 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
- 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!
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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