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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00966	The night-vvalker, or The little theife A comedy, as it vvas presented by her Majesties Servants, at the Private House in Drury Lane. Written by Iohn Fletcher. Gent.; Night-walker	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.	1640 (1640)	STC 11072; ESTC S102369	43,434	78

And we were reading in that which was the Brewhouse A great way off we were singing ballads too And could not heare Ju. This was a precious theefe A subtill tricke to keepe my servants safe 2. What ha you lost fir Iu. They ransack'd all before my face and threatned To kill me if I cough'd they have a chaine My rings my boxe of casting gold my purse too They rob'd me miserably but that which most grieves me They tooke away some writings 't was a Rogue That knew me and set on by the old Lady I will indite her for 't 1. Shall we pursue 'em Iu. Runne runne cursed raskalls I am out of my wits let not a creature in No not with necessaries 2. We shall be starv'd Ju. I le buy my meate at window as they passe by I wonot trust my Scrivenor he has bookes too And bread I le ha flung up I charge yee all Burne all the bookes i th house 1. Your little Prayer booke Iu. I le never pray agen I le have my doores Made up nothing but walls and thicke ones too No sound shall tempt me agen remember I Have forswoare bookes 2. If you should be call'd to take you oath Iu. I will forsweare all oathes rather than see A thing but in the likenesse of a booke And I were condemn'd I le rather chuse to hang Than read agen come in and search all places They may be about the house were the doores lock'd 1. But the keyes in 'em and if they be gone They could not want wit to locke us in sir Iu. Never was man so miserably undone I would lose a limbe to see their rogueships totter Exeunt Enter Lady and Nurse La. Thy brothers daughter saist and borne in Wales Nur. I have long time desir'd to see her and I hope Your Ladiship will not be offended La. No no Nur. I should be happy if she might be serviceable To you Madam La. Beshrow me but at first she tooke me much Is she not like Maria setting aside Her language very like her and I love her The better for 't I prethee call her hither Shee speakes feate English Nur. Why Guennith Guennith du hummah Guenneth She is course Madam after her country guise And were she in fine cloathes La. I le have her hansome What part of Wales were you borne in Enter Maria Ma. In Abehundis Madams Nur. She speakes that name in Welsh which we call Breck La. What can you doe nocke Ma. Her was toe many tings in Walls know not the fashion in Londons her was milke the Cowes make seeze and butters and spinne very well the Welsh freeze her was Cooke to te Mountaine cots and sing very fine prittish tunes was mage good ales and breds and her know to daunce on Sundayes marge you now Madams La. A pretty innocence I doe like her infinitely Nurse And if I live Enter Servant Ser. Here is Mr. Hartlove Madame come to see you La. Alas poore Gentleman prethee admit him Enter Hartlove and Gent. Ha. Madame I am come to take my last leave La. How sir Ha. Of all my home affections and my friends For the interest you had once in Maria I would acquaint you when I leave the kingdome La. Would there were any thing in my poore power That might divert your will and make you happy I am sure I have wrong'd her too but let your pardon Assure me you are charitable shee 's dead Which makes us both sad What doe you looke on 1. The likest face Ma. Plesse us awle why does that sentilman make such unders and mazements at her I know her not Ha. Be not offended maid La. How the Wench blushes shee represents Marias losse to him Ma. Will the sentillman hurt her pray you be her defences was have mad phisnomies is her troubled with Lunaticks in her praine pans blesse us awle Ha. Where had you this face Ma. Her faces be our none I warrant her Ha. I wonot hurt you all the lineaments That built Maria up all those springing beauties Dwell on this thing change but her tongue I know her Let me see your hand Ma. Du Guin was never theeves and robberies here is no sindge in her hands warrant her Ha. Trust me the selfesame white And softnesse prethee speake our English Dialect Ma. Haleggs what does her speage hard urds to her to make poore Guennith ridicles was no mannerly sentilman to abuse her Ha. By the love That everlasting love I bare Maria Ma. Mariai her name was Guenith and good names was poore else oman maide her have no fine kanags to madge her tricksie yet in her owne cuntries was held a fine ense her can tell her and honest ense too marg you dat now her can keepe her little legges close enough warrant her La. How prettily this anger shewes 1. She gabbles innocently Ha. Madam farewell and all good fortune dwell w' ee With me my owne affections farwell maide Faire gentle maide 2. She sighes Ma. Du cat a whee Ha. I cannot goe there 's somewhat calls me backe Ma. Poore Franke How gladly would I entertaine thy love And meet thy worthy flame but shame forbids me If please her Ladyships dwell here with Guenneth and learne to spinne and card rill to mage flannells and linseyes ulseis sall tawg co'd urds to her Ladyships urships for her The teares flow from him The teares of true affection woe is me O cursed love that glories in maides miseries And true mens broken hearts La. Alas I pitty him the wench is rude and knowes you not forgive her Ma. Wyne your nyes pray you though was porne in Walls 'mong craggy rocks and mountains yet heart is soft looke you hur can weepe too when her see men mage prinie teares and lamentations Ha. How hard she holds me Just as Maria did weepes the same drops Now as I have a living soule her sigh too What shall I thinke is not your name Maria If it be not delude me with so much charity To say it is Ma. Vpon her life you was mightie deale in love with some podies your pale seekes and hollow nyes and pantings upon her bosome know very well because looke you her thinke her honest sentilman you sall call her Maria Ha. Good Madam thinke not ill I am thus sawcie La. Oh no sir be you not angry with the wench Ha. I am most pleas'd 1. Le ts interrupt him hee 'le be mad our right else 2. Observe a little more Ha. Would I could in your language beg a kisse Ma. If her have necessities of a kisse looke you dere is one in sarities Ha. Let me suffer death If in my apprehension two twinnd cherries Be more a kin than her lips to Marias And if this harsh illusion would but leave her She were the same good Madam shall I have Your consent now La. To what Ha. To give this Virgin to me La. Shee s not mine this is her Kiswoman And has

They are all walking Devills Harpyes I will study A weeke together how to raile sufficiently Vpon e'm all and that I may be furnish'd Thou shat buy all the railing Bookes and Ballads That Malice hath invented against women I will read nothing else and practise 'em Till I grow fat with curses Ser. If you le goe To th' charge let me alone to finde you Bookes Ju. They come neere us Ser. What 's that Ju. Where hold up the Torch Knave Ser. Did you heare nothing 't is a Iu. Why dost make a stand Ser. What 's that Iu. Where where dost see any thing We are hard by the Church-yard and I was never Valiant at midnight in such irkesome places They say Ghosts walke sometimes harke de' e heare nothing Enter Eurcher Boy and Mistres Mi. No further dig here and lay her in quickly Lur. What light is that Boy we shall be discover'd Set the Coffin up an end and get behind me There 's no avoiding Boy Oh Ju. Where 's that groane I begin to be afraid Ser. What shall we doe sir Iu. We are almost at home now thou must goe forward Perhaps 't was my imagination Lur. T is he Boy I know him too let me alone Ser. Oh sir a Ghost the very Ghost of Mistresse Bride I have no power to runne away Iu. Cursed Ghost blesse me preserve me I doe command thee what so ere thou art I doe conjure thee leave me doe not fright me If thou beest a devill vexe me not so soone If thou beest The spirit of my wife Boy Thy wife Iu. I shall be tormented Boy Thy abus'd wife that cannot peaceably Enjoy her death thou hast an evill conscience Ju. I know it Boy Among thy other sinnes which blacke thy soule Call to thy minde thy vow made to another Whom thou hast wrong'd and make her satisfaction Now I am dead thou perjur'd man or else A thousand blacke tormentors shall persue thee Vntill thou leape into eternall flames Where gold which thou adorest here on earth Melted the Fiends shall powre into thy throate For this time passe goe home and thinke upon me Lur. A way Ser. There are more spirits Iu. Thanke you deare wife I le bestow twentie nobles of a Tombe for thee Thou shalt not walke and catch cold after death They goe backward in Lu. So so they 'r gone 't was my ingenious rascall But how dost know he made vowes to another Boy I over-heard the women talke to night on 't But now le ts lose no time sir pray le ts bury This Gentlewoman where 's my Mistresse Enter Mistresse Mi. Here I durst not tarry Lu. We ha so cosen'd the old forty i' th hundred And the devill hinder him not hee 'le goe a pilgrimage But come about our businesse set her downe agen Mar. Oh Lur. Shee groanes ha Mar. Oh Lur. Agen she stirres Mi. Le ts flye or else we shall be torne in peeces Lur. And you be good at that bury your selfe Or let the Sexton take ye for his fee Away boy Exit Mar. I am very cold dead cold Where am I What 's this a Coffin where have I beene Mercy defend me Ha I doe remember I was betrai'd and swounded my heart akes I am wondrous hungry too dead bodies eate not Sure I was meant for buriall I am frozen Death like a cake of Ice dwells round about me Darkenesse spreads o're the world too where what path Best providence direct me Exit Actus Tertius Enter Lady Wildbraine Women Toby La. THou art the most unfortunate fellow Wil. Why Aunt what have I done La. The most malicious varlet Thy wicked head never at rest but hammering And hatching hellish things and to no purpose So thou maist have thy base will Wi. Why doe you raile thus Cannot a scurvy accident fall out But I must be at one end on 't La. Thou art at both ends Wi. Cannot young sullen wenches play the fooles And marry and die but I must be the agent All that I did and if that be an injury Let the world judge it was but to perswade her And as I take it I was bound to it too To make the reverend coxecombe her husband Cuckold What else could I advise her was there harme i'th is You are of yeares and have runne through experience Would you be content if you were young agen To have a continuall cough grow to your pillow A rottennesse that vaults are perfumes to Hang in your roofe and like a fogge infect you Anointed hammes to keepe his hinges turning Reeke ever in your nose and twenty nightcaps With twenty severall sweats To. Some Jew some Justice A thousand heathen smells to say truth Madam And would you mellow my young pretty Mistresse In such a mis-ken La. Sirra Where 's the body of my Girle Wi. I know not I am no Conjurer you may looke the body I was like to be stolne away my selfe the Spirit Had like to ha surpris'd me in the shape of a woman Of a young woman and you know those are dangerous To. So had I Madam simply though I stand here I had beene ravish'd too I had twenty Spirits In every corner of the house a Fiend met me La. You lie like raskalls Was Mistresse Newlove such a Spirit sir To fright your worship Well I discharge you sir ye' are now at libertie Live where you please and doe what prankes you fancy You know your substance though you are my Nephew I am no way bound sir to protect your mischiefe So fare you well Wi. Farewell good Aunt I thanke you Adiew honest Nicke the divell if he have power Will persecute your old bones for this marriage Fare well Mistresse Win To. And shall we part with dry lips Shall we that have beene fellow devills together Flench for an old womans fart Wi. T is a fine time a night too but we must part Nick To. Shall we never ring againe ne're tosse the tenor And roule the changes in a Cup of Claret You shall not want what ere I lay my hands on As I am sure Automedon the Coachman Shall be distributed beare up I say hang sorrow Give me that bird abroad that lives at pleasure Sam the Butlers true the Cooke a reverend Trojan The Faulkner shall sell his Hawkes and sweare they were rotten There be some wandring spoones that may be met with I le pawne a Coach horse peace utter no sentences The harnesse shall be us'd in our warres also Or shall I drive her tell me but your will now Say but the word over some rotten bridge Or by a Marle pit side she may slip in daintily Let me alone for my selfe Wi. No no farewell Toby Farewell spinie Nicholas no such thing There be wayes i' the world if you see me A day or two hence may be wee 'le cracke a quart yet And pull a bell commend to the houshold Nay cry not Toby 't will make thy head giddy To. Sweet Master Wildbraine Wi. No more Toby go the times