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The ordinary a comedy / written by William Cartvvright ...
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Cartwright, William, 1611-1643.
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gleanings James no Trencher Analects Ser. Parly a little with your stomacks Sirs Catch There 's nothing so ridiculous as the hungry A fasting man is a good jest at any time Ser. There is a Gentleman without that will'd me To ask if you 'l admit of him among you He can't endure to be in good company Catc You 'r merry James yes by all means good James Admit quoth he what else pray y'send him in Ex. Se. Let 's be resolv'd to fail out now then he Shall have the glory to compose the Quarrel By a good dozen of pacificall Beere Rime Bag. Agreed agreed Chri. My Coat allows no Quarrell Rime The Colour bears't if you 'l venture the stuffe The tendernesse of it I do confesse Some what denies a grapling Chri. I will try Perhaps my Spirit will suggest some anger Ent. And. An. Save you boon sparks wil't please you to admit me Chri. Your Worship graceth us in condescending To levell thus your presence humble Sir And. What may I call your name most reverend Sir Bag. His name's Sir Kit. Chri. My name is not so short 'T is a trissyliable an 't please your Worship But vulgar tongues have made bold to profane it With the short sound of that unhallowed Idoll They call a Kit. Boy learn more reverence Bag. Yes to my Betters And. Nay friends do not quarrel Chri. It is the holy cause and I must quarrell Thou Son of Parchment got between the Standish And the stiff Buckram bag thou that maist call The Pen thy Father and the inke thy Mother The sand thy Brother and the wax thy Sister And the good Pillory thy Couzen remov'd I say learn reverence to thy Betters Bag. Set up an hour-glasse hee 'l go on untill The last sand make his Period Chri. 'T is my custome I do approve the Calumny the words I do acknowledge but not the disgrace Thou vile ingrosser of unchristian deeds Bag. Good Israel Inspiration hold your tongue It makes far better Musick when you Nose Sternolds or Wisdoms Meeter Catch By your leave You fall on me now Brother Rim 'T is my cause You are too forward Brother Catchm Catch I Too forward Rim Yes I say you are too forward By the length of your London measure Beard Catch Thou never couldst entreat that respite yet Of thy dishonesty as to get one hair To testifie thy Age Bag. I 'm beardlesse too I hope you think not so of me Chri. Yes verily Not one hairs difference 'twixt you both Rim Thou violent Cushion-thumper hold thy tongue The Furies dwell in it Catch Peace good Sir Kit. Chri. Sir Kit again Thou art a Lopez when One of thy legs rots off which will be shortly Thou 'lt beare about a Quire of wicked Paper Defil'd with sanctified Rithmes And Idols in the frontisepiece that I May speak to thy capacity thou 'lt be A Balladmonger Catch I shall live to see thee Stand in a Play-house doore with thy long box Thy half-crown Library and cry small Books By a good godly Sermon Gentlemen A judgment shewn upon a Knot of Drunkards A pill to purge out Popery The life And death of Katherin Stubs Chri. Thou wilt visit windows Me thinks I hear thee with thy begging tone About the break of day waking the Brethren Out of their morning Revelations And. Brave sport Ifaith Rime Pray y'good Sir reconcile them If that some Justice be i' th' Ordinary now Hee 'l bind them to the peace for troubling him Bag. Why should he not good Sir it is his office An. Now 't is o'th is side o for a pair of Cudgels Rime Peace Inkhorn there 's no musick in thy tongue Catc Thou and thy Rime lye both the tongue of man Is born to musick naturally Rime Thou thing Thy belly looks like to some strutting hill O'r shadow'd with thy rough beard like a wood Chri. Or like a larger Jug that some men call A Bellarmine but we a Conscience Whereon the lewder hand of Pagan workman Over the proud ambitious head hath carv'd An Idoll large with beard Episcopal Making the Vessel look like Tyrant Eglon. Catch Prophane again Sir Christopher I take it Chri. Must I be strong again thou humane beast Who'rt only eloquent when thou sayst nothing And appear'st handsome while thou hid'st thy self I 'm holy 'cause prophane And. Couragious Raskals Brave Spirits Souldiers in their daies I warrant Bag. Born in the field I do assure your Worship This Quarrelling is meant and drink to them Rime Thou lyest Bag. Nay then I do defie thee thus Ba. draws his Inkhorn and Ri. catcheth off Sr Chr. hat and spectacles Rime And thus I am prepar'd to answer thee Ch. For the good Sts. sake part them I am blind If that my Spectacles should once miscarry Rime Caytiff this holy instrument shall quaile thee Bag. And this shall send thee to thy couzen furies Chri. I feel a film come o'r mine eyes already I must look out an Animal conductive I mean a Dog And. Pray y'beat not out his eyes in Anothers hands Chri. Most strongly urg'd Catch Your words Are meerly wind James ho what James some beer They 're mastive Dogs they won't be parted Sir Without good store of Liquor Ent. Serv. with beere And. I will souce them Ser. Drink t' 'em Sir if that you 'l have 'em quiet An. Is that the way here 's to you my friends a whole one Ba. Were 't not for that good Gentleman thou 'dst smoak for 't Ri. Had I not vow'd some reverence to his presence Thou hadst been nothing Bag. 'Fore Mars I was dry This valour 's thirsty fill to my Antagonist Rime No mine own dish will serve I 'm singular Few vessels still do well I carry this To drink my beer while others drink their sack I am abstemious Rimewel I hate wine Since I spake treason last i' th' Celler Here Give me thy hand thou child of fervency Didst thou mistrust thy spectacles It was no anger 't was a Rapture meerly Chris Drink and excuse it after James your help Come Man of voice keep time while that I drink This moisture shall dry up all injuries Which I 'l remember only to forget And so hereafter which I 'm wont to call The future now I 'l love thee stubbornly Your beer is like my words strong stinging geare Catch Here little Lawyer let 's be friends hereafter I love this reconcilement with my heart And. 'T is the best deed that e'r I did O my conscience I shall make a good Justice of the Peace There had been bloud-shed if I had not stickled Ser. More bloud been spilt I warrant than beer now And. That Inkhorn is a deadly dangerous weapon It hath undone one quarter of the Kingdom Chris Men should forgive but thou art far yea far From it O Bagshot thou' rt in love with hate Blesse me I see the Fiend still in his looks He is not reconcilable with drink Hee 'l never love truly till he eat
ne'r intended One woman should be joyned to another The holy blessing of all wedlock was T' encrease and multiply as Mr Christopher Did well observe last Sabbath I le not do Any thing 'gainst Gods word I do release you Of all your promises and that it may not Be said you lost by loving me take this Perhaps I may get you a contribution O' th' women of the Parish as I did The broken-bellied-man the other day Hear Seeing you needs will cast me off let me Intreat this one thing of you that you would not Make me your Table-talk at the next Gossiping Exit En. Slic. Pot. Indeed I pitty thee poor thing or rather I pitty thee poore nothing Good Lieutenant How dost thou Thou art mindfull of thy Promise Slic. What else my jolly wench Pot. Good sweet Lieutenant Give me but leave to aske one Question of you Art thou intire and sound in all thy limbs Slic. To tell the very truth ere now I 've had A spice o' th' Pox or so but now I am sound As any Bell Hem wast not shrill my Girle ha Pot. I do not aske thee about these diseases My question is whether thou 'st all thy parts Slic. Faith I have lost a joint or two as none Of our Profession come off whole unlesse The Generall and some sneaks Pot. My meaning is Whether that something is not wanting that Should write thee husband Slic. Ne'r feare that my wench Dost think the King would send me to the wars Without I had my weapons Eunuchs are not Men of imploiment in these dayes his Majesty Hath newly put me on a peece of service And if I e're come off which I doe feare I shan't the danger is so great brave Widow Wee 'l to 't and get Commanders Potl. If you can Leave me I can leave you there are other men That won't refuse a Fortune when 't is proffer'd Slic. Well I must to his Majesty think on 't So fare thee well Thine to his very Death That is a Month or two perhaps D. Slicer Ex. En. Sha. Potl. Kind Master Shape you are exceeding welcome Here hath bin Mr Hearsay and Lieutenant Slicer You may ghesse at their businesse but I hope you thinke me faithfull Sh. I beleeve The memory of your Husbands ashes which Scarce yet are cold extinguisheth all flames That tend to kindling any Love-fire 'T is A vertue in you which I must admire That only you amongst so many should Be the sole Turtle of the Age Potl. I doe Beare him in memory I confesse but when I doe remember what your promise was When he lay sicke it doth take something from The bitternesse of Sorrow Woman was Not made to be alone still Sh. Tender things At seventeen may use that plea but you Are now arriv'd at Matron these young sparkes Are rak'd up I presume in sager Embers Potl. Nay don't abuse her that must be your Wife You might have pitty not come with your nicknames And call me Turtle have I deserv'd this Sh. If that you once hold merits I have done I 'm glad I know what 's your Religion Potl. What 's my Religion 't is well known there hath Been no Religion in my house e'r since My Husband dy'd Ent. Slic. Hearsay Hear How now sweet Shape so close Alone w' your Widow Sh. Sirs dare you beleeve it This thing whose prayer it hath been these ten Yeares that she may obtaine the second tooth And the third haire now dotes on me on me That doe refuse all that are past sixteen Slic. Why faith this was her sute to me just now Hear I had the first on 't then A Coachman or A Groome were fitter far for her Slic. You doe Honour her too much to thinke she deserves A thing that can lust moderately give her The sorrell Stallion in my Lords long stable Sha. Or the same colour'd Brother which is worse Potl. Why Gentlemen Hear Foh foh she hath let fly Potl. Doe y' think I have no more manners than so Sha. Nay faith I can excuse her for that But I must confesse she spoke which is all one Slic. Her breath would rout an Army sooner than That of a Cannon Hear It would lay a Devill Sooner than all Trithemius charmes Sha. Heark how It blusters in her nosthrils like a wind In a foule Chimney Potl. Out you base companions You stinking Swabbers Hear For her gate that 's such As if her nose did strive t' outrun her heels Sha. She 's just six yards behind when that appears It saves an Usher Madam Pot. You are all Most foul-mouth'd knaves to use a woman thus Sli Your playster'd face doth drop against moist weather Sha. Fie how you writh it now it looks just like A ruffled boot Slic. Or an oyld paper Lanthorn Hear Her nose the candle in the midst of it Sha. How bright it flames Put out your nose good Lady Your burn day-light Pot. Come up you lowsie Raskals Hear Not upon you for a Kingdom good Joane The great Turk Joane the great Turk Slic. Kisse him Chuck Kisse him Chuck open'd mouth'd and be reveng'd Pot. Hang you base cheating Varlet Slic. Don't you see December in her face Sha. Sure the Surveyer Of the high-waies will have to do with her For not keeping her countenance passable Hear There lies a hoare frost on her head and yet A constant thaw in her nose Sha. She 's like a peece Of fire-wood dropping at one end and yet Burning i' th' midst Slic. O that endeavouring face When will your costivenesse have done good Madam Hear Do you not heare her Guts already squeake Like Kitstrings Slic. They must come to that within This two or three yeares by that time shee 'l be True perfect Cat They practise before hand Pot. I can endure no longer though I should Throw off my womanhood Hear No need that 's done Already nothing left thee that may stile thee Woman but Lust and Tongue no flesh but what The vices of the sex exact to keep them In heart Sha. Thou art so leane and out of case That 't were absurd to call thee Devill incarnate Slic. Th' art a dry Devill troubled with the lust Of that thou hast not flesh Pot. Rogue Raskall Villaine I le shew your cheating tricks I faith all shall Be now laid open Have I suffer'd you Thus long i' my house and ne'r demanded yet One penny rent for this I le have it all By this good blessed light I will Hear You may If that you please undo your self you may I will not strive to hinder you There is Something contriving for you which may be Perhaps yet brought about a Match or so A proper fellow 't is a trifle that A thing you care not for I know Have I Plotted to take you off from these to match you In better sort and am us'd thus As for The Rent you aske here take it take your money Fill choake your gaping throat But if as yet