JENKIN

Come Neck. take you Io ne, Mi I er to trace withal, Jack slime, traverse you with Sisly Milk- ale, I will take Jane trubkin, & Roger Brikbat shall have Isabella Motly, and now that they are busy in the parlour, come strike up, weel have a crash here in the yard. No quarrelling for Gods sake: truly if you do I shall set a knave between you. Slime. I come to dance, not to quarrel: come what shall it be? Rogero Rogero : no, we, with dance the beginning of the world. No weel have the hunting of the Fox. So the dance will come cleanly off, come for Gods sake agree of something, if you Like not that put it to the Musicians or Let me speak for all, and weel have Sellengers round. Why would you have us run a way? Heigh lively my lasses, heres a turn for thee. Oh Neck, what Gent. is that comes to lie at our house, my master allows him one to wait on him, and I believe it will fall to thy lot. 'Tis no boot for me to deny it, my Mayest. hath given me a coat here, but he takes pains himself to brush it once or twice a day with a holly-wand. You may see my masters, though it be afternoon with you, 'tis but early days with us, for we have not dined yet: stay but a little, I'll but go in, and help to bear up the first course and come to you again presently. Exit. Did your worship call? Thats Sorrel and I. Nor is my service of any great acquaintance. What a strange humour is my new master in, pray God he be not mad, if he should be so, I should never have any mind to serve him in Bedlam: It may be he is mad for missing of me. Is your worship married? Marry sir her husband is riding out of Town, and she went very lovingly to bring him on his way to horse: do you see sir here she comes, and here I go. So, march in order and retire in battle ray, my master and the guests have supped already, also taken away, here now spread for the servingmen in the hall, Butler it belongs to your office. Who my master? His name is M. Cranwel : Gods light, hark within there, my M. calls to lay more billets on the fire: Come, come, Lord how we that are in office here in the house are troubled: one spread the Carpet in the parlour, & stand ready to snuff the lights, the rest be ready to prepare their stomachs. More lights in the hall there: come Nicklas. A pair of Cards Nicklas, and a carpet to cover the table, where Sisly with her Counters and her box, candles and candle sticks there, j we have such a household of serving creatures, unless it be Neck and I, theres not one amongst them all can say, Boe to a goose: well said Neck. It shall be done forsooth: mistress where is Spigot the but ler, to give us out salt and trenchers. My missed is and M. Wendol my master, sup in her cham ber to night, Sisly you are preferred from being the cook to be chamber maid, of all the loves betwixt thee and me, tell me what thou thinkest of this. Now you ta ke of a Cat Sisly, I smel a Rat. Why God make my mistress and honest woman: are not these good words? pray God my new master play not the knau with my old master, is there any hurt in this? God send no vil l nigh in ended, and if they do sup together, pray God they do not lie together: God keep my mistress chased, and make us all his servants, what harm is there in all this? Nay more, here is my hand, thou shalt never have my heart unless thou say, Amen. Thus by little and little I creep into office: Come to kennel my Master's to kennel, 'tis eleven a clock already. To bed good Spigot, to bed good honest serving credit atures, and let us sleep as snug as pigs in peas-straw. Exeunt. What my young master that fled in his shirt, how come you by your clothes again? you have made our house in a sweet pickle, have you not think you? What shall I serve you still, or cleave to the old house? Marry and you will not another will: farewell and be hanged, would you had never come to have kept this quoil with in our doors, we shall would you run away Like a sprite again. Oh my mistress, my mistress, my poor mistress. Oh Lord sir, she no sooner herd that her brother And his friends were come to see how she did, But she for very shame of her guilty conscience, fell Into a swoon, and we had much ado to Get life into her. Oh sir I can assure you the no help of life In her, for she will take no sustenance, she hath plainly Starved her self, that now she is as lean As a lath, she ever Looks for the good hour: many Gentlemen and gentlewomen of the country are come to, Comfort her. Oh Lord mistress, how comes this to pass, my master is run away in his shirt, and never so much as called me to bring his clothes after him. Comfort good mistress, you have watered your Coach with tears a ready, you have but two mile now to go to your manor, a Man cannot say by my old Master Franckford as he may say by me, that he wants manners, for he hath three or four, of which this is one, that we are going to. Because you are my M. and if I have a mistr S, I would be glad Like a good servant to do my duty to her. By my faith so do not you me, I canot get a cross of you Every man agree to have it as Neck says. O Slime : O Brickbat. Do not you know that compa risons are odious, now we are odious our selves to, therefore there are no comparisons to be made betwixt us.