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A18427	The ball A comedy, as it vvas presented by her Majesties Servants, at the private House in Drury Lane. Written by George Chapman, and Iames Shirly.	Shirley, James, 1596-1666.; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.	1639 (1639)	STC 4995; ESTC S107725	38,476	74

houses Lor. There 's something else you doe not Ba. I doe not use to flatter such as you are Whose bodies are so rotten they le scarce keepe Their soules from breaking out I write no odes Vpon your Mistresse to commend her postures And tumbling in a coach towards Padington Whether you hurry her to see the Phesants And try what operation the egges have At your returne I am not taken with Your mightie nonsence glean'd from Heathenish playes Which leave a curse upon the Author for 'em Though I have studied to redeeme you from The infection of such bookes which martyr sence Worse than an Almanacke Lo. Excellent Satire But lash not on stop here or I shall kicke Your learned worship Ba. But doe not I advise you doe not Lo. Why doe not Ba. It will fall heavy o'some body if your Lordship Kicke me I shall not spare your cosin there Lo. On that condition what doe you thinke o'th at Ba. What doe you thinke Bo. Excellently well followed by my troth la Hee le pitch the barre well I warrant he does So follow his kicke Ba. Let it goe round Bo. Good right as my legge againe Lo. Your legge t was hee that kickt you Bo. d ee thinke I doe not feele it Lo. Why d ee not use your toes then Bo. What for a merry touch A tricke a turne upon the toe d ee heare sir Y are good company but if thou lovest me Ba. Love you why d ee heare sir I I What a poxe should any man see in you Once to thinke on you love a squirte Shall I tell thee what thou art good for Bo. I Ba. For nothing Bo. Good againe my Lord observe him for nothing Ba. Yes thou wot stop a breach in a mudde wall Or serve for a Priapus in the garden to Fright away crowes and keepe the corne beane shatter Thou wot Bo. Ha ha ha Ba. Or thou wot serve at shrove tide to ha thy legges Broken with penny trounchens in the streete T is pitty any Cocke should stand the pelting And such a Capon unpreferr'd Bo. Ha ha ha Ba. Cry mercy y' are a kinsman to the Lord A Gentleman of high and mighty blood Lo. But cold enough wonot all this provoke him Ba. Dost heare for all this I will undertake To thrash a better man out of a wench That travells with her butter milke to market Betweene two dorsers any day o th' weeke My twice sod taile of greene fish I will do 't Or loose my inheritance tell me and doe not stammer When wert thou cudgell'd last what woman beate thee Bo. Excellent Barker Ba. Thou art the towne top A boy will set thee up and make thee spinne Home with an Eeleskinne do not marry doe not Thy wife will coddle thee and serve thee up In plates with Sugar and Rose water to Him that had the grace to cuckold thee And if Pythagoras transmigration Of soules were true thy spirit should be tenant To a horse Bo. Why to a horse Ba. A switch and spurre would doe some good upon you Why dost thou enterfare get the grincomes goe And straddle like a gentleman that wod Not shame his kindred but what doe I Lose time with such a puppie Bo. Well goe thy wayes I le justifie thy wit At my owne perill Ba. I would speake with you Be not too busie with your Lordships legges I le tell you somewhat Lo. Speake toth ' purpose then Ba. I bestow'd A visite on the Ladies which you wot on They have their wits still and resolve to keepe 'em They wonot hang themselves for a young Lord Nor grow into consumption other men Have eyes and nose and lippes and hansome legges too So fare you well Lord my I left your kicke With your cosin buy buy otter Exit Lo. Very well But harke you cosin Bostocke you have a minde And modest constitution I expected You wod have lifted up your legge Bo. To kicke him Why and you wod ha given a thousand pound I could not do 't for laughing beside He was your friend my Lord Lo. Did you spare him For that consideration Bo. Howsoever What honour had it beene for me to quarrell Or wit indeede if every man should take All the abuses that are meant great men Would be laughed at some fooles must ha their jests Had he beene any man of blood or valour One that profes'd the sword such as the Coronell Lesse provocation would ha made me active Enter Sr. Ambrose and Sr. Marmaduke Lo. The Eagles takes no Flies is that it how now Sir Ambrose and my honor'd friend Sr. Marmaduke You are strangers Ma. Your Lordships pardon Mr. Bostocke Bo. Now shall I be put too 't this taking will undoe me Lo. Prethee tell me is the Coronell alive still Am. Alive my Lord yes yes hee 's alive Bo. Did your Lordship thinke absolutely he was dead Lo. But he is shrewdly wounded Am. No my Lord He is very well but t was your kinsemans fortune Bo. Prethee nere speake on 't Lo. What Ma. To have a blow a boxe o th' eare Lo. How Ma. With his fist and an indifferent round one Bo. Yes yes he did strike me I could ha told you that But wherefore did he strike aske 'em that Ma. If you would know my Lord he was our orator To raile upon the Lady for abusing us Which I confesse he did with lung and spirit Which in the conclusion the Coronell Stroke him toth ' ground Bo. He did so t is a truth Lo. And did you take it Bo. Take it he gave it me my Lord I asked not for it But t is not yet reveng'd Am. T is truth we suffer'd A little but the place protected him Bo. It was no place indeed Ma. Now since you had the greatest burden in The affront Bo. The blow Ma. Right wo wod know whether your resolution Be first to question him for our cause appeares Subordinate and may take breath till you Ha call'd him to account Bo. I proclaime nothing And make no doubt the Coronell will give me Satisfaction like a Gentleman Am. We are answer'd and take our leave my Lord Lo. We shall meete at the Ball anon gentlemen Ma. Your Lordships servants now to our designe Exeunt Bo. My Lord I take my leave too Lo. Not yet cosin you and I ha not done Bo. What you please cosin Lo. You have cosen'd me too much Bo. I my good Lord Lo. Thou most unheard of coward How dare you bost relation to me Be so impudent as to name or thinke upon me Thou staine to honour honour th' art beneath All the degrees of basenesse quit thy father Thy suppos'd one and with sufficient testimony Some Servingman leapt thy mother or some Iuggler That conjures with old bones some womans tailor When he brought home her petticoate and tooke measure Of her lose body or I le cullice thee With a bottome Bo. Good my Lord Lo. Be so baffoul'd In presence of your Mistresse t

THE BALL A COMEDY As it vvas presented by her Majesties Servants at the private House in Drury Lane Written by George Chapman and James Shirly LONDON Printed by Tho. Cotes for Andrew Crooke and William Cooke 1639 The Persons of the Comedy LOrd Rainebow Sir Ambrose Lamount Sir Marmaduke Travers Coronell Winfield Mr. Bostocke Mr. Freshwater Mr. Barker Mounsieur Le Friske Gudgin Solomon Confectioner Servants Lady Lucina Lady Rosamond Lady Honoria Mistresse Scutilla Venus Diana THE BALL Actus Primus Enter Sr. Marmaduke Travers and Mr. Bostocke Bos. WHether so fast Sr. Marmaduke a word Mar. My honorable blood wod I could stay To give thee twentie I am now engag'd To meete a noble Gentleman Bos. Or rather A Gentlewoman let her alone and goe With me Ma. Whether Bo. I le shew thee a Lady of fire Ma. A Lady of the Lake were not so dangerous Bo. I meane a spirit in few words because I love thee I le be open I am going To see my Mistresse Ma. I le dispence with my Occasion to see a hansome Lady I know you 'le chuse a rare one Bo. She is a creature Worth admiration such a beauty wit And an estate besides thou canst not chuse But know her name the Lady Lucina Ma. Is she your Mistresse Bo. Mine whose but mine Am I not nobly borne does not my blood Deserve her Ma. To tell you truth I was now going thither Though I pretended an excuse and with A Complement from one that is your rivall Bo. Does she love any body else Ma. I know not But shee has halfe a score upon my knowledge Are sutors for her favour Bo. Name but one And if he cannot shew as many coates Ma. He thinkes he has good cards for her and likes His game well Bo. Be an understanding Knight And take my meaning if he cannot shew As much in Heraldry Ma. I doe not know how rich he is in fields But he is a gentleman Bo. Is he a branch of the Nobilitie How many Lords can he call cozen else He must be taught to know he has presum'd To stand in competition with me Ma. You wonot kill him Bo. You shall pardon me I have that within me must not be provok'd There be some living now that ha beene kill'd For lesser matters Ma. Some living that ha beene kill'd Bo. I meane some living that ha seene examples Not to confront Nobilitie and I Am sensible of my honour Ma. His name is Sr. Ambrose Bo. Lamount a Knight of yesterday And he shall die to morrow name another Ma. Not so fast Sir you must take some breath Bo. I care no more for killing halfe a dozen Knights of the lower house I meane that are not Descended from Nobilitie then I doe To kicke any footeman and Sr. Ambrose were Knight of the Sunne King Oberon should not save him Nor his Queene Mab Enter Sr. Ambrose Lamount Ma. Vnluckily hee s her'e sir Bo. Sr. Ambrose How does thy Knighthood ha Am. My Nimph of honour well I joy to see thee Bo. Sr. Marmaduke tells me thou art sutor to Lady Lucina Am. I have ambition To be her servant Bos. Hast thar' t a brave Knight and I commend Thy judgement Am. Sr Marmaduke himselfe leanes that way too Bo. Why didst conceale it come the more the merrier But I could never see you there Ma. I hope Sir we may live Bo. I le tell you Gentlemen Cupid has given us all one Livery I serve that Lady too you understand me But who shall carry her the fates determine I could be knighted too Am. That would be no addition to Your blood Bo. I thinke it would not so my Lord told me Thou know'st my Lord not the Earle my tother Cozen there 's a sparke his predecessors Have match'd into the blood you understand He put me upon this Lady I proclaime No hopes pray le ts together Gentlemen If she be wise I say no more shee shanot Cost me a sigh nor shall her love engage me To draw a sword I ha vow'd that Ma. You did but jest before Am. T were pitty that one drop Of your Heroicke blood should fall toth ' ground Who knowes but all your cozen Lords may die Ma. As I beleeve them not immortall sir Am. Then you are gulfe of honour swallow all May marry some Queene your selfe and get Princes To furnish the barren parts of Christendome Enter a servant Solomon Sol. Sir Marmaduke in private my Lady wod Speake with you Am. T is her servant what 's the matter Bo. I hope he is not sent for Sol. But come alone I shall be troubled With their inquiries but I le answer 'em Am. Solomon Sol. My Lady would speake with you sir Am. Mee Sol. Not too loude I was troubled with Sr. Marmaduke Mar. This is good newes Bo. I doe not like this whispering Sol. Forget not the time and to come alone Am. This is excellent Bo. Solomon dost not know me Sol. My businesse is to you sir these Kept me off my Lady Lucina Has a great minde to speake with you Little doe these imagine how she honours me Bo. If I faile may the Surgeon When he opens the next veine let out all my honorable blood There 's for thy paines what thou shalt be hereafter Time shall declare but this must be conceal'd Exit Am. You looke pleasant Ma. No no I have no cause you smile Sr. Ambrose Am. Who I the Coronell Enter the Coronell Ma. But of our file another of her suitors Am. Noble Coronell Co. My honored Knights and men of lustie kindred Bo. Good morrow Co. Morrow to all Gentlemen I le tell you Who is return'd Am. From whence Co. A friend of ours that went to travell Ma. Who who Co. I saw him within these three minuts and know not how I Lost him agen he 's not farre off d ee keepe a Catalogue Of your debts Bo. What debts Co. Such dulnesse in your memory there was About sixe moneths ago a Gentleman That was perswaded to sell all his land And to put the money out most wisely To have for one at his returne from Venice The shotten Herring is hard by Am. Iacke Freshwater I le not see him yet Bo. Must we pay him Co. It will be for your honour marry wee Without much staine may happily compound And pay him nothing Enter Freshwater and Mounsieur Le Friske Here comes the thing With what formalitie he treades and talkes And manageth a toothpicke like a Statesman Am. How hee 's transform'd Ma. Is not his soule Italian Bo. I le not bid him welcome home Am. Nor I Ma. What 's the tother Rat that 's with him Co. d ee not know him t is the Court dancing Weesill Ma. A Dancer and so gay Co. A meere French footeman Sir does he not looke Like a thing come off o th' Saltsellar Ma. A Dancer I would allow him gay about the legges But why his body should exceede decorum Is a sinne o th' state Fre. That