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A80983
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The ordinary a comedy / written by William Cartvvright ...
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Cartwright, William, 1611-1643.
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1651
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Wing C714; ESTC R42371
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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