JUNIPER

What Signior Antonio Balladino, welcome sweet Ingle, Faith you see, put to my shifts here as poor retainers be oftentimes, sirrah Antony ther's one of my fellows might lie enamored of thee, and I faith you slave, now your come I'll bring you together, i'ts Peter Onion, the groom of the hall, do you know him. Oh he is one as right of thy humour as may be, a plain simple Rascal, a true dunce, marry he hath be anotable vilaine in his time: he is in love, sirrah, with awench, & I have preferred thee to him, thou shalt make him some pretty Paradox or some Aligory, how does my coat fit? well. What Valentiue? fellow Onion, take my dish I prithee you rogue sirrah, tell me, how thou dost, sweet Ingle. Nay, slid I am no changeling, I am Juniper still. Exit Oni. I keep the pristmate would, you mad Hieroglyphic, when shall we swagger. Mean? Gods so, is't not a good word man? what? stand upon meaning with your Friends. Puh, Absconde. Foe humour, a foolish natural gift we have in the A quinoctiall. Valentine, I prithee ruminate thy self welcome. What fortuna de la Guerra. Sirrah Ingle, I think thou hast seen all the strange countries in Christendom since thou wentest? You have seen Constantinople? And Jerusalem, and the Indies, and Goodwin sands, and the tower of Babylon, and Venice and all. Oh it's a most heavenly thing to travel, & see countries, especially at sea, and a man had a patent not to be sick. S'will here comes the steward. What no further yet, come on you precious rascal, sir Valentine, I'll give you a health I faith, for the heavens you mad Capriceio, hold hook and line. Oh Ingle, I have the phrases man, and the Anagrams and the Epitaphs, fitting the mystery of the noble science. Ingle? I prithee make recourse unto us, we are thy friends and familiars: sweet Ingle. Silentium bonus socius Onionus, good fellow Onion be not so ingenious, and turbulent: so fir? and how? how sweet Ingle? What? would? they Theater there By Gods so; a man is nobody, till he has traveled. Would Bully? vexed? what intoxicate? is thy brain in a quintessence? and Idea? a metamorphosis? and Apology? would rogue? come this love feeds upon thee, I see by thy cheeks, and drinks healths of vermilion, tears I see by thine eyes. Tut, thou art a goose to be Cupid's gull, go to, no more of this contemplations, & calculations, mourn not, for Rachels thine own How second person? away, away, in the crotchets all ready Longitude and Latitude? what second? what person? would? Tut? no more of this surquedry; I am thine own? and vngem vpsie freeze: pell mell, come, what case? what case? How my Ingle wrong thee, is't possible? Why, has he not done it? Oh in dichus illis, Oh preposterous, well come be blithe, the est jud of the l is sometime dul, fellow Onion pardon mine Juggle: he is a man, has in pefections and declinations, as other men have, his mass sometime cannot carnet nor prognisticat and come of, as it should, no matter, I'll hammer our a para l raze for thee my self. Not bear? what my mad Meridian slave? not be are? what? Art thou sure on't. Lets away then, come we spend time in a vain cir cumference, trade cashier thee till to morrow, fellow Onion for thy sake I fini this workiday. I in any case mistress Rachel. Yea? so nimble in your Dilemma is, and your Hiperbole's Hay my love? Oh my love, at the first sighed: By the mass. Come thou art enamored with the influence of her profundity, but sirrah hark a little. What wilt thou say now, if Rachel stand now, and play hity tity through the key hold, to behold the equipage of thy person: Mistress Rachel (watch then if her father come) Rachel? Madonna? Rachel? No. No, I'll knock, weel not stand upon Horizons, and tricks, but fallen roundly to the matter. Father no? and yet a father, if you please to be a more there. Do you here? sweet soul, sweet radamant? sweet ma thauell one word Melpomine? are you at leisure. To do what, to do nothing, but to be liable to the ecstasy of true loves exigent, or so, you smell my meaning. How filthy. With all my heart, I'll be legitimate and silent as anap ple-squire, I'll see nothing, and say nothing. And bag pudding, would, would, would? Its her father on my life, how shall we entrench and edify our selves from him? I pray you sir. For Gods sake here me speak, keep up your cur. What should I deliver? Here be my hands. Wiped them? What are you mad? are you detestable, would you make and Anatomy of me, think you I am not true Ortogra phy? For Gods sake be not so inviolable, I am no ambusca do, what predicament call you this, why do you intimate so much. Nothing but hair. Oh let me go, you tear my hair, you reluolue my brains and understanding. Swonds, let me go, hay catso, catch him alive, I call, I call, boy, I come, I come sweet heart. Signior Onion, lend me thy boy to unhang my rapier. On. Signior Juniper for once or so, but troth is, you must inuei gle, as I have done, my Lords page here a poor follower of mine. Hei ho, your page then sha'not be super intendent upon me? he shall not be addicted? he shall not be incident? he shall not be incident? he shall not be incident, shall he? I'll slice you Onion, I'll slice you? Let him come Ingle, stand by boy, his allebaster blad cannot fear me. Canst thou? what parentage? what ancestry? what ge nealogy is he? Has he his French linguist? has he? Then transport him: hers a crusado for thee. Sirrah Ningle: thou art a traveller, and I honour thee. I prithee discourse? cherish thy muse? discourse? Of what thou wilt. Sbloud? hang sorrow? Tread out boy. Who gave you that name. Sirrah give me instance of your carriage? yowl serve my turn, will you? Page will you follow me, isle give you good exhibition. Here? disarm me? take my cemetery. Friends, friends, but pardon me for fellows, no more in occupation, no more in corporation, 'tis so pardon me, the case is altered, this is law, but isle stand to nothing. Well then God save the dukes Majesty, is this any harm now? speak, is this any harm now. Do you laugh at me? do you laugh at me? do you laugh at me? 'Tis sufficient, Page carry my purse, dog me? A pitiful hearing, for now must I of a merry Cobbler become mourning creature. Presto. Go to, a word to the wise, away, fly? vanish: Lie there the weeds that I disdain to wear. Tut, let me alone. By your favour, this is the Gen tleman I think, Sir you appear to be and honourable Gentle man, I understand, and could wish (for mine own partly) that things were conden't otherwise then they are: but (the world knows) a foolish fellow, somewhat proclive, and hasty, he did it in a prejudicate humour; marry now upon better come putation, he wanes; he melts; his poor eyes are in a cold sweat. Right noble Signior, you can have but compunction, I love the man, tender your compassion. Oh God sir, I may say frustra to the comprehension of your intellection. I sir, and we shall retort these kind favours with all alacrity of spirit, we can sir, as may be most expedient, as well for the quality as the cause, till when in spite of this compliment: I rest a poor Cobbler, servant to my honourable Lord here, your friend and Juniper. Go to, it's honourable, check not at the conceit of the Gentleman. Why now you come near him sir, he does veil, He does remunerate, he does chaw the cud in the kindness Of and honest imperfection to your worship. So she is sir, but the fellow talks in quiddits, he. Why as thus sir. Your worship may commend him for a fellow fit for consanguinity, and that he shakes with desire of procreation, or so. No sir, why so sir? what if you should say to her, correborate thy self sweet soul, let me distinguish thy paps with my fingers, divine Mumps, pretty Pastorella? lookest thou so sweet and bounteous? comfort my friend here. Your worship is too good to live long: yowl con taminate me no service. Health and wealth sir. Fellow Onion, I'll bear thy charges and thou wilt but pilgrimize it along with me, to the land of Utopia. I come lets know them. Capricious? stay, that word's for me. Ingle Valentine? Sebastian. That's all one: no more could you in stata quo prius, Martino, play with him, every man has his beginning and conduction. By your favour sweet bullies give them room, back, so, Martino, do not look so thin upon the matter. Couragio? be not capricious? what? Not a bout, not a stroke. Why I'll give you demonstration, how it came, Thou openest the dagger to falsify over with the back sword frick, and he interrupted, before he could fallen to the close. S'bloud? why what, thou art not lunatic, art thou? and thou be'st avoid Mephostophiles. Say the sign should be in Aries now: as it may be for all us, where were your life? And swear me that? Come, come, you are a foolish Naturalist, go, get a white a of and egg, and a little flax, and close the breach of the head, it is the most conducible thing that can be. Martino, do not insinuate upon your good fortune, but play and honest partly and bear away the bucklers. I am gone sir, I am gone, for Gods sake stay. Fellow Onion? Peter. Nay, be brief and declare, stand not upon cono drums now, thou knowest what contagious speeches I have suffered for thy sake and he should come again and invent me here. What sayest thou sweet Onion? Sayest thou me so, would Greek? how haps it? how chances it. Oh inexorable! o infallible! o infricate divine, and superficial fortune. Oh insolent good luck! How didst thou produce th'intelligence of the gold' minerals. S'bloud what shall we do with all this? we shall never bring it to a consumption. By this gold, I will have three or four most stigma ticall suits presently. So will I. As for that lets use the infidelity and commiseration of some harrot of arms, he shall give us a gudgeon. A scutcheon or a gudgeon, all is one. Content, weel be jogging. Farewell sweet Jaques. You do indeed? Art thou there mad slave, I come with a powder?. Sirrah fellow Onion. I must have you peruse this Gentleman well, and do him good offices of respect and kindness, as in stance shall be given. I cannot resolve you? 'tis as I am fitted with the inge nuity, quantity, or quality of the cudgel. Begin, find your tongue Ningle. Speak legibly, this gam's gone, without the great mercy of God, Heres a fine tragedy indeed. The a Keisars royal. By Gods lid, nor King nor Caesar shall? Go to, isle be with you anon. What say monsieur Onion, boy. Tread out I say, so, I thank you, is this the boy. Whats the matter Peter would? what in and Academy still, still in sable, and costly black array? would?