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The night-walker, or, The little thief a comedy as it was presented by Her Majesties servants at the private house in Drury-Lane / written by John Fletcher, Gent.
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Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.
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1661
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No sound shall tempt me a gen remember I Have for swoare bookes 2. If you should be call'd to take your oath Iu. I will forswear all oaths 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 lock 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 born in Wales Nur. I have long time desired 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 took 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 She speakes feat English Nur. Why Guennith Guennith du hummah Guenneth She is course Madam after her country guise And were she in fine clothes La. I le have her handsome Enter Maria. What part of Wales were you borne in Ma. In Abehundis Madams Nur. She speakes that name in Welsh which we call Brecknocke La. What can you do Ma. Her was toe many tings in Walls know not the fashion in Londons her was milk the Cowes make seeze and butters and spinne very well the Welsh freeze her was Cooke to te Mountain cots and sing very fine prittish tunes was mage good ales and breds and her know to dance 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 Madam come to see you La. Alas poore Gentleman prethee admit him Enter Hartlove and Gent. Ha. Madam 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 â—cquaint 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 haue wrong'd her too but let your pardon Assure me you are charitable shee 's dead Which makes us both sad What do you look on 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 sentilman hurt her pray you be her defences was haue 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 self-same white And softnesse prethee speak 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. Maria 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 tels her and honest ense too marg you dat now her can keepe her little legges close enough warrant her La. How pretily this anger shewes 1. She gabbles innocently Ha. Madam farewell and all good fortune dwell w' ee With me my owne affections farwell maid Faire gentle maide 2 She sighes Ma. Du cat a whee Ha. I cannot goe there 's somwhat 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 Ladyship dwell here with Guenneth and learne to spinne and card ull to mage flannells and linseyes ulseis sall tawgco'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 maids 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 mountaines yet heart is soft looke you hur can weepe too when hur 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 sight 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 deal in love with some â—odies your pale seekes and hollow nyes and pantings upon â—er posome 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 'l be mad outright 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 then 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. She 's not mine this is her Kinswoman And has more power to dispose alas I pitty him Pray gentleman prevaile with him to goe More that I wish his comfort than his absence Ha. You have beene alwayes kind to me will you Denie me your faire Cousen Nu. 'T were fit you first obtain'd her own consent Ha. He is no friende that wishes my departure I doe not trouble you 1. T is not Maria. Ha. Her shadow is enough I le dwell with that Persue your owne wayes shall we live together Ma. If her will come tomorrow and tauge to her her will tell her more of her meanings and then if her be melancholy her will sing her a Welch song too to make her merries but Guenith was very honest her was never love but one sentleman and he was beare her great teale of goodills too was marry one day S. Davy her give her five paire of white gloves if her will dance at her weddings Ha. All I am worth And all my hopes this strange voyce would forsake her For then she shud be prethee stay a little Harke in thine â—are dissemble not but tell
'T is an old haggard devil what will he do with me VVil. Let me kiss thee first quick quick Tob. A leacherous Devil VVil. What a hairy whore 't is sure she has a muffler Tob. If I should have a young Satan by him tor I dare not deny him In what case were I who durst deliver me VVil. 'T is but my fancy she is the same in quickly gently my Sweet girle To. Sweet devil be good to me Exâ—â—nt Enter Lurch and Boy Lur. VVhere 's my love Boy Boy She s coming with a Candle To see our happy prize Lur. I am cruel weary Boy I cannot blame ye plate is very heavy To carry without light or help Lur. The fear too At every stumble to be discovered boy At every cough to raife a Constable VVell wee 'le be merry now Boy VVe have some reason Things compass'd without fear or eminent danger Are too luxurious sir to live upon Money and wealth got thus are as full venture And carry in their nature as much merit As his that digs 'em out 'o th mine they last too Season'd with doubts and dangers most delitiously Riches that fall upon us are too ripe And dull our appetites Lu. Most learned child Enter Mistress Mi. Y' are welcome where have you left it Lu. in the next room hard by Mi. Is it plate all Lu. All all and Jewels I am monstrous weary Prethee let 's go to bed Mi. Prethee let 's see it first Lu. Tomorrow 's a new day sweet Mi. Yes to melt it But let 's agree to night how it shall be handled I le have a new gown Sur. Shat have any thing Mi. And such a riding suite as Mistress Newloves VVhat though I be no Gentlewoman born I hope I may atehieve it by my carriage Lu. Thou sayst right Mi. You promis'd me a horse too and a lackquay Lur. Thou shat have horses six and a postilion Mi. That will be stately sweet heart a postilion Lu. Nay wee 'le be in fashion he shall ride before us In winter with as much dirt would dampe a musket The inside of our coach shall be of scarlet Mi. That will be deer Lu. There is a dye projecting Will make it cheape wench come thou shalt have any thing Mi. Where is this chest I long sweete to behold Our Jndies Boy Mistresse le ts melt it first and then t is sit You should dispose it then t is safe from danger Mi. I le be a loving Mistresse to my boy too Now fetch it in and le ts rejoyce upon 't Boy Hold youre light Mistresse we may â—â—e to enter Mi. Ha what 's here call you this a chest Boy We ha mist sir Our hast and want of light made us mistake Mi. A very Coffin Lu. How a Coffin Boy T is very like one Boy The devill ow'd us a shame and now he has paid us Mi. Is this your Treasure Boy Bury me alive in 't Lu. It may be there is no roome Mi. Nay I will search it I le see what wealth 's within a womans face And a faire womans Boy I cannot tell sir Belike this was the sadnesse that possest 'em The plate stood next I 'me Iure Lur. I shake I shake Boy what a cold sweat Boy This may worke what will become on 's sir Mi. She is cold dead cold de' e find ' your conscience De' e bring your Gillians hither nay shee 's punish'd Your conceal'd love's cas'd up Lur. T is Maria the very same the Bride new horror Mi. These are fine tricks you hope shee 's in a sound But I le take order she shall ne'r recover To bore my nose come take her up and bury her Quickly or I le cry out take her up instantly Lu. Be not so hasty foole that may undoe us We may be in for murther so be patient Thou seest she 's dead and cannot injure thee Mi. I am sure she shall not Boy Be not sir dejected Too much a strange mistake this had not been else It makes me almost weep to think upon 't Lu. What an unluckie theef am I Mi. I le no considering either bestir your self or Lu. Hold. Mi. Let it not stay to smell then I will not Indure the stink of a Rival Lu. Would t were there agen Boy We must bury her Lur. But where o' th sudden or with what providence That no eyes watch us Mi. Take a Spade and follow me The next fair ground we meet make the Church-yard As I live I le see her lodg'd Exit Lu. It must be so How heavy my heart is I ha no life left Boy I am past thinking too no understanding That I should misse the right Chest Lu. The happy Chest Boy That which I saw and markt too Lu. Well passion wo'not help us Had I twenty fals for this Boy T was my fault sir And twenty thousand fears for this oth'devil Now could I curse well we have her now And must dispose her Enter Mistresse Mi. Hang both for two blind buzzards here 's a Spade Quickly or I le call the neighbours There 's no remedy Would the poor hungâ—y prisoners had this pastie Exeunt Enter Iustice and a Servant with a light Ser. T was a strange mischance sir Iu. Mischance saist No t was happinesse to me There 's so much charge sav'd I have her portion I le marry twenty more on such conditions Ser. Did it not trouble you sir To see her dead Iu. Not much I thank my conscience I was tormented till that happen'd furies Were in my brain to think my self a Cuckold At that time of the night When I come home I charge you shut my doors Locks bolts and barres are little enough to secure me Ser. Why and please you Iu. Fool to ask that question To keep out women I expect her mother Will visit me with her clamors oh I hate Their noise and do abhorre the whole sex heartily They are all walking Devils Harpyes I will study A week together how to raile sufficiently Upon e'm all and that I may be furnish'd Thou shalt buy all the railing Books 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 go To th' charge let me alone to find you Books Iu. They come neer us Ser. What 's that Iu. Where hold up the Torch Knave Ser. Did you hear 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 sâ—ch iâ—ksome places They say Ghosts walk sometimes hark de' e hear nothing Enter Lurcher Boy and Mistresse Mi. No further dig here and lay her in quickly Lur. VVhat 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! Iu. VVhere 's that groan I begin to be afraid Ser. VVhat shall we do sir