CLEMENT

What's Signior Thorello gone? Heart of me, what made him l ave us so abruptly How now sirrah; what make you here? what would you have, would? A neighbour of mine, knave? So: but what business hath my neighbour? Of me, knave? peace of me, knave? did I ever hurt thee? did I ever threaten thee? or wrong thee? would? How? how knave? swear he killed thee? what pre text? what colour hast thou for that? What is he, that gave you this sirrah? A Gentleman? what call you him? Good: But wherefore did he beat you sirrah? how began the quarrel betwixt you? would: speak truly knave, I advise you. Would, you speak against Tobacco? Peto, his name. Tell Oli er Cob he shall go to the jail. Nay gods precious: and such drunken knaves as you are come to dispute of Tobacco once; I have done: away with him. What? a tankard-bearer, a threadbare rascal, a beggar, a slave that never drunk out of better the ̄ pisspot met tle in his life, and he to deprave, and abuse the virtue of and herb, so generally received in the courts of princes, the cham bers of nobles, the bowers of sweet Ladies, the cabins of soldiers: Peto away with him, by gods passion, I say, go too. Peto: I: and make him a warrant, he shall not go, I but fear the knave. Signior Lorenzo: Gods pity man, Be merry, be merry, leave these dumps. Nay but good Signior: hear me a word, hear me a word, your cares are nothing; they are Like my cap, soon put on, and as soon put off. What? your son is old enough, to govern himself; let him run his course, it's the only way to make him a stayed man: if he were and unthrift, a ruffian, a drunkard or a licentious liver, then you had reason: you had reason to take care: but being none of these, Gods passion, and I had twice so many cares, as you have, I'd drown them all in a cup of sack: come, come, I muse your parcel of a soul dier returns not all this while. Why what villainy is this? my man gone on a false message, and run away when he has done, why what trick is there in it trow? 1.2.3.4. and 5. But did you mistress see my man bring him a mes sage. And whither went the knave? Nay but stay, stay give me leave; my chair sirrah? you signior Lorenzo say you went thither to meet your son. But who directed you thither? Where is he? About what time was this? So, what time came my man with the message to you Signior Thorello? Very good, but Lady how that you were at Cobs: would? So it appears me thinks; but on, No matter, so he use himself well. I, rank fruits of a jealous brain Lady: but did you find your husband there in that case, as you suspected. Did you so? that alters the case; who Gam e you know ledge of your with es being there How Prospero, first tell her, then tell you after? where is Prospero. Why this is a mere trick, a devise; you are gulled in this most grossly: alas poor wench Wertenberg thou beaten for this, how now irha whats the matter? Enter one of the Do. men. A gentleman? whats he? A Soldier? fetch me my armour, my sword, quickly a soldier speak with me, why when knaves,—come on, come on, hold my cap there, so; give me my gorget, my sword stand by will end your matters anon; let the soldier en ter, now sir what have you to say to me? Nay keep out sir, I know not your pretence, you send me word ir you are a soldier, why sir you shall be answer read here, here be them have been amongst should rs. Sir your pleasure. O Gods precious is this the soldier? here take my ar mour quickly, 'twill make him swoon I fear; he is not fit to look on't, that will put up a blow. Why, and he were sir, his hands were not bound, were they? Bid him come in, set by the picture: now sir, what? signior Giulliano? is't you that are ears ted at ignior freshwaters suit here. What are the sir. Uncle? who, Lore so? Well let this breath a while; you that have cause to complain there, stand forth; had you a warrant for Thy arrest. Nay do not speak in passion so, where had you it? Thats well and my clarke can make warrants, and my hand not at them; where is the warrant? varlet would you it? Why signior Giullian , are you such a novice to be ar rested and never see the warrant? O Gods pity, was it so sir, he must arrest you: gi e me my long sword there: help me of; so, come on sir varlet, I must cut of your legs si would; nay stand up isle use you kind lie; I mu cut of your legs I say. I must do it there is no remedy; I must cut of you legs sirrah. I must cut of your ears, you rascal I must do it; I must cut of your nose, I must cut of your head. Well rise how dost thou now? dost thou feel thy S life well? hast thou no harm? Why so I said I must cut of thy legs, and I must ut of thy arms, and I must cut of thy head: but I did not do it: so you said you must arrest this gentleman, but you did not arrest him you knave, you sl we, you rogue, do you say you must arrest sirrah: away with him to the jail, isle teach the a r ke for your must. Marry a God: away with him I say. What the ? stay there. Did not I tell you there was some devise. Sirrah go war e them there presently before me: and if the hour of your fellow resurrection become bring him to. But forward, forward, when thou hadst been at Thorre S. Well disarm him, but its no matter let him stand by, who be these? o young Gall ants; welcome, welcome, and you Lady, nay never scatter such amazed looks amongst us, Qui nil potest sperare desperet nihil. Why dost thou know him, what is he? what is he? No: weel come a step or two lower then. From Catadupa and the banks of Nile, Where only breeds your monstrous Crocodile: Now are we purposed for to fetch our style. In Summer time when Phaebus golden rays. You translated this too? did you not? Conceit, fetch me a couple of torches, sirrah, I may see the conceit: quickly? its very dark? I Lorenzo, but election is now governed altogether by the influence of humour, which instead of those holy flames that should direct and light the soul to eternity, hurls forth nothing but smoke and congested vapours, that stifle her up, & berea e her of all sighed & motion. But she must have store of Ell bor , given her to purge these gross obstructions: o thats well said, give me thy torch, come lay this stuff together. So, give fire? there, see, see, how our Poets glory shines brighter, and brighter, still, still it incr seth, o now its at the highest, and now it declines as fast: you may see gallants, Sic transit glow riam mundi. Well now my two Signior out sides, stand forth, and l and me your large , to sentence, to a sentence: first you signior shall this night to the cage, and so shall you sir, from thence to morrow mor king, you signior shall be carried to the market cross, and be there bound: and so shall the sir, in a large motly coat, with rod at the r girdle; and you in and old suit of sa kcloth, worser the ashes of your papers (save the ashes sirrah) shall mourn all day, and at night both toga there sing some ballad of repentance very piteously, which you shall make to the to e of Wh list to led and a soldiers life, Sirrah bil man, embrace you this torch, and light the gentlemen to their lodgings, and because we tender their safety, you shall watch them to night, you are provided for the purpose away and look to your charge with and open eye sirrah. Yes and you sir: I had lost a sheep and he h worser no bleated, I must have you all friends: but first a word wit you young gallant, and you Lady. Why thats well, come then: what say you are all a greed? does none stand out. Well then I conjure you all here to put of all discon tentment, first you Signior L renz your cares; you, and you, your jealousy: you your anger, and you your wit sir: and for a peace offering, heres one willing to be sacrificed upon this alter: say worser you approve my motion? Why then I wish them all joy, and now to make our evening happiness more full: this night you shall be all my guests: where weel enjoy the very spirit of mirth, and Can rouse to the health of this Heroic spirit, whom to honour the more I do invest in my own robes, desiring you two Giulli anon, and Pr spero, to be his supporters, the train to follow, my self will lead , vsherd by my page here with this honourable verse. Claudite jam rivos pueri sat pr ta biberunt. Body of me a merry knave, give me a boul of Sack, sig nior Lorenzo, I bespeak your patience in particular, marry your ears ingenerall, here knave, Doctor Clement drinks to thee. Peto bring him hither, bring him hither, what how now signior drunkard, in arms against me, would? your reason your reason for this. Nay Gods pity signior Lorenzo you shall urge it no more come since you are here, isle have the disposing oh all, but first signior Giulliano at my request take your cloak again . Stay now let me see, o signior Snow liver I had almost forgotten him, and your Genius there, what does he suffer for a good conscience to? does he bear his cross with patience. Dic mihi musam virum: are you and Author sir, give me leave a little, come on sir, isle make verses with you now in honour of the Gods, and the Goddesses for what you dare extempore; and now I begin. Mount the my P legon muse, and testify, How Saturn sitting in and Ebon cloud, Disro worser his podex, white as ivory, And through the welkin thundered all aloud. theres for you sir. What; all this verse, body of me he carries a whole realm; a common wealth of paper in his hose, lets see some of his sub ects. Unto the boundless ocean of thy beauty, R nnes this poor river, charged with streams of zeal, Returning thee the tribute of my duty: Which here my youth, my plaints, my love reue le. Good? is this your own invention Where is Lorenz , and Prospero canst thou tell? Well give me thy hand: Proh. superi king nium quis n scit Ho erum. Ill I S si l tuisset open ? I admire thee I honour thee, and if thy master, or nigh man here be angry with thee, I shall suspect his wit while I know him for it, do you hear Signior Thorell , Signior Lorenz , and the rest of my good friends, I pray you let me have peace when they come, I h e sent for the two gallants and Hesperida, Gods marry I musi have the friends, how now? what noyseis there? Well, sirrah tell him I do pardon him. That that: who? to Mad a Hesperida is she your mistress. What did Thorello give him any thing to spend for the message he brought him? if he did I should commend my men wit exceedingly if he would make himself drunk, with the joy of it, farewell Lady, keep good rule you two: I beseech you now: by Gods marry my man makes me laugh. What, at the green lattice? Stay, fill me the boul again, here; it pity of his life would not cherish such a spirit: I drink to thee, fill him wine, why now do you perceive the trick of it. Tut this is not to the purpose touching your armour, what might your armour signify. I, say you so, lets entreat a sighed of his vain then? Now Signior That ello, Giulliano, Prospero, By ncha. Why? when knave? by Gods marry, isle clap thee by the heel S . Fill his boul for that, fill his boul: so, now speak freely. No? how then? O but I would see some of your own, some of your own.