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The ordinary a comedy / written by William Cartvvright ...
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Cartwright, William, 1611-1643.
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were here Who e'r he be I 'd give him somewhat more Into the bargain a base thin-jaw'd sneaksbill Thus to work Gallants out of all It grieves me That my poor Tenement too goes into th' sale Cred. What have I done now wit deliver me If he know I am he hee 'l cut my throat I never shall enjoy it sure it was Your Masters seeking friend he would ne'r else Have had to doe with it he that bought it is A very honest man and if you please him Will deale with you I may speak a word In your behalf 'twont be the worse for you Sha. I 'm going Sir unto him do you know Where I may find him Cred. What if I am he Sha. I am afraid he is not half so honest As you do seem Cred. Faith I 'm the same I try'd What metal thou wast made of I perceive Thou wilt not flinch for th' wetting thou mayst be My Bayliff there perhaps Sha. And 't please your Worship Cred. So now the case is alter'd Sha. I do know It was my Masters seeking you would ne'r Have had to do with 't else He sent me to you For the last hundred pound by the same token That you invited him to th' eating house Cred. O this simplicity he does not know Yet what an Ordnary means I was now coming To have paid it in Shap I 'l save your Worship that Labour an 't please you let me now begin My Bayliffeship Cred. ' Snigs wiser yet than soe Where is thy Master Shap Sir my Master 's here I thank my stars but Mr Caster is At an Horse-race some ten miles off Cred. VVhy then I 'l stay till he returns 't will be by dinner Sha. Your best way 's now to send it if by chance The race go on his side your VVorship may Faile of your purchase Cred. ' Snigs and that 's considerable Here here make haste with it but e'r thou goest Tell me is' t a pretty thing Sha. O' my corporall Oath A very pretty thing besides the house Orchards and Gardens Some two hundred Acres Of Land that beareth as good Country Corne God give you luck on 't Cred. Right as I did say Ev'n word by word But prethee stay a little VVhat Meadow ground 's there Pasture in proportion Sha. As you would wish Sir I 'm in haste Cred. Nay Bayliffe But one word more and I have done what place Is there to dry wet linnen in Sha. O twenty To hang up cloaths or any thing you please Your VVorship cannot want line-room God be wi' you Cred. But this once and Sha. I must be gone The Race Exit Shape Cred. Little thinkst thee how diligent thou art To little purpose ' Snigs I pitty him VVhat haste he makes to cheat himself poor foole Now I am safe the wretch must pardon me For his poor Tenement all 's mine I 'l sow One ground or other every month with Pease And so I will have green ones all the year These Yeomen have no Policie i'th'world Exit ACT III. SCEN. III Priscilla Meanwell Pris PRay y' entertain your self a while untill I give my Mistris notice of your presence I 'd leave a book with you but that I see You are a Gentleman perhaps you 'l find Some pretty stories in the hangings there Mean Thank you sweet-heart Prisc A very proper man If 't lye in me to doe you any pleasure Pray you Sir use me you shall find me ready E. Pr. Me. I make no doubt of that these Implements These chamber Properties are such ripe things They 'l fall with the least touch From twelve to twenty They thinke that others are to sue to them When once they 've past these limits they make bold I cannot say to wooe that 's somthing modest But aske downright themselves Ent. Mrs Jane Jan. Leave us Priscilla And wait without awhile Mean Faire Mistres pardon The boldnesse of a stranger who uncivilly Thus interrupts your better thoughts Jan. May I Demand your businesse Mean Under favour thus Not to use farther circumstance faire Virgin And yet lesse faire 'cause Virgin you are one That are the thought the care the aime the strife I should not erre if I should say the madnesse Of all young men all sighs all folded Armes All o'r-cast looks all broken sleeps are ow'd Only to you Jan. I 'm sorry I should be A trouble unto any if I could Afford the remedy as well as now I doe your grief assure your selfe that cure Shall be the birth of my next Action Mean That cure is my request If that this were Mine own sute I had us'd no circumstance Young Master Credulous a proper man For sure he shall be rich one whom the whole List of our City-Virgins dote on you Conceive the rest I know Jan. Alas what ailes him I 'l not be slack to doe him any good Mean 'T is in your power He is very much If you will know 't But sure you will not grant If I should tell you Jan. If you thus presume That I am hard you only aske denyall Your expectations cross'd except you faile Mean If you will know it then he is in love Jan. I pitty him indeed poore heart with whom Mean Even with your beautious self Jan. 'T is not well done To scoffe one ne'r did injure you Mean I vow By all that 's good by your faire selfe I am As tender of you as that blest one is Who e'r he be that loves you most If I In any case abuse you let me be More miserable than Little-worth Jan. Is he become expression is his Fate The period of ill wishes sure he never Deserv'd so ill from you Mean I don't reflect Upon his ruin'd Fortunes but your coldnesse And sure I may call him unhappy whom You doe neglect Jan. That man where ere he be Is happier than your selfe and were he here You should see him receiv'd and your self scorn'd Mean I doe not thinke so Lady sure you would Make more of me than so I 'l bring the man And so confute you Jan. It may be I might Love you the better somthing for that Office If he might enter here Mean Nay I could tell Y 'had cast him off alas you need not hide it I have it from himselfe Jan. Doth he think so Could I but see him Mean If his sight can bring But the least joy unto you as perhaps You 'l take some pleasure in his misery You shall enjoy it Jan. I doe feare you promise Only to raise my hopes a while and then To triumph in their Ruine Mean That you may See how my breast and tongue agree I 'l leave This Ring with you till I return again Jan. My Littleworth foole that I was could I Not all this while perceive 't was thee why didst thou Deferre my joy thus long by suffering me To stand i' th' Cloud Mean Alas I ghess'd I 'd been Infectious to thee now that thou wouldst look On a disease
noise God knows the idle breath Of that puff nothing Honour Formall words Fit for the tongues of men that ne'r knew yet What Stem what Gentry nay what vertue lies In great Revenues Sr Tho. Well and pithy said You may work on my Daughter and prevaile For that yong stripling 'T is a foolish wench An unexperienc'd Girle she 'd like to have been Caught by Sir Robert Littleworths Son if that I had not banish'd him my house a youth Honest enough I think but that he 's poor Born to more Name than Fortune Cred. He is safe For ever wooing I have laid his Father Out of harm's way there 's picking meat for him And God knows where he 's gon he hath not been Seen this long while he 's sure turn'd vagabond No sight of him since th' Arrest of his Father Andrew addresse your self too good Sir Thomas And. 'Slid Father you 're the strangest man I won't Cre. As God shall mend me thou' rt the proudest thing Thou canst not complement but in Caparisons And. What 's that to you I 'd fain say something yet But that I can't my losses do so vex me Cred. Come think not on 't my Boy I 'l furnish thee And. Sir though Cred. Nay to 't I say help him Sir help him And. Sir though without my cloak at this time To morrow I shall have one give me leave Barely to say I am your servant Sir In hose and doublet Cred. I 'l do what you told me Hear Take heed if that you do 't hee 'l guesse you 'r giv'n To idle spendings and so crosse the match I will invite him as to my self Cred. Do so Hear Sir Thomas if you 'l please so far to grace us As be a guest to morrow here we shall Study hereafter to deserve the favour Sr Tho. Although I do not use to eat at Ord'naries Yet to accept your courtesie good friends I 'l break my wonted custome Hear You shall have it With a free heart Sr Tho. If I thought otherwise I do assure you I 'd not venture hither Exeunt ACT. III. SCENE I. Moth Moth HArrow alas I swelt here as I go Brenning in fire of little Cupido I no where hoart yfeele but on mine head Huh huh huh so ycapred very wele I am thine Leeke thou Chaucer eloquent Mine head is white but o mine taile is green This is the Palyes where mine Lady wendeth Saint Francis and Saint Benedight Blesse this house from wicked wight From the Night-mare and the Goblin That is hight good fellow Robin Keep it from all evill Spirits Fayries Weezels Rats and Ferrets From Curfew time To the next prime Come forth mine Duck mine Bryd mine honycomb Come forth mine Cinamon Enter Mrs Potluck Pot. Who is' t that cals Mo. A Knight most Gent. Pot. What is your pleasure Sir Mo. Thou art mine pleasure by dame Venus brent So fresh thou art and therewith so lycand Pot. Alas I am not any flickering thing I cannot boast of that slight-fading gift You men call beauty all my handsomnesse Is my good breeding and my honesty I could plant red where you now yellow see But painting shews an harlot Moth Harlot so Called from one Harlotha Concubine To deignous Wilhelme hight the Conqueror Pot. Were he ten Williams and ten Conquerors I 'd have him know 't I scorn to be his Harlot I never yet did take presse-money to Serve under any one Moth Then take it now Werme kisse Thine lips ytaste like marrow milk Me thinketh that fresh butter runneth on them I grant well now I do enduren woe As sharp as doth the Titius in Hell Whose stomack fowles do tyren ever more That highten Vultures as do tellen Clerkes Pot. You 've spoke my meaning though I do not know What 't is you said Now see the fortune on 't We do know one anothers Souls already The other must needs follow Where 's your dwelling Mo. Yclose by Aldersgate there dwelleth one Wights clypen Robert Moth now Aldersgate Is hotten so from one that Aldrich hight Or else of Elders that is ancient men Or else of Aldern trees which growden there Or else as Heralds say from Aluredus But whence so e'r this Yate ycalled is There dwelleth Robert Moth thine Paramour Pot. Can you be constant unto me as I Can be to you Moth By Woden God of Saxons From whence comes Wensday that is Wodensday Truth is a thing that ever I will keep Unto thylke in which I creep into My Sepulchre I 'l be as faithfull to thee As Chaunticleere to Madam Partelot Pot. Here then I give away my heart to you As true a heart as ever widow gave Moth I Robert Moth this tenth of our King Give to thee Joan Potluck my biggest crumpe Ring And with it my Carcasse entire I bequeathen Under my foot to Hell above my head to heaven And to witnesse that this is sooth I bite thy red lip with my tooth Pot. Though for a while our bodies now must part I hope they will be joyn'd hereafter Moth O! And must we part alas and must we so Sin it may be no bet now gang in peace Ex. Potluck Though soft into mine bed I gin to sink To sleep long as I 'm wont to done yet all Will be for naught I may well lig and wink But sleep shall there none in this heart ysink Exit ACT. III. SCEN. II. Credulous and Shape dogging him Cred. SO now the Morgage is mine own outright I swear by the faith of my Body now It is a pretty thing o' my corporal Oath A very pretty thing Besides the house Orchards and Gardens some two hundred Acres Of Land that beareth as good Country corn For Country corn as may be Shap As I 'd have it Cr. How now good friend where dost thou live dost thou Know Caster's Farme Shap Yes Sir I fear 't is gon Sure Caster's Farme is cast away Cred. A jest Good troth a good one of a Country one I see there 's wit there too Then thou dost know it Shap I am affraid I shall not know it long I shall lose my acquaintance Cred. ' Snigs another A very perillous head a dangerous brain Sha. God blesse my Master and the Devil take Some body else Cred. Um that 's not quite so good As th' other two that some body else is me Now you shall see how hee 'l abuse me here To mine own face why some Body else good Brother Sha. The rich gout rot his bones an hungry old Hard griping Citizen that only feeds On Heyrs and Orphans goods they say must have it One that ne'r had the wisdom to be honest And 's therefore Knave 'cause 't is the easier Art I know he hath not given half the worth on 't 'T is a meer cheat Cred. 'Slid Brother thou hast paid him To th' utmost though he hath not paid thy Master Now is my wit up too this Land I see Will make men thrive i' th' brain Sha. Would he