MATHEO

I think this be the house: what howgh? What? Cob? how dost thou good Cob? dost thou inhabit here Cob? Thy lineage monsieur Cob? what lineage, what lineage? Why mighty? why mighty? How knowest thou that? O unsavoury jest: the ghost of a herring Cob. O rude ignorance. Cob canst thou show me, of a ge ̄ tleman, one Signior Bobadilla, where his lodging is? Thy guest, alas? would, would. Cob I pray thee advise thy self well: do not wrong the gentleman, and thy self too. I dare be sworn he scorns thy house he. He lodge in such a base obscure place as thy house? Tut, I know his disposition so well, he would not lie in thy bed if hould'st give it him. Why was he drunk? Lie in a waterbearers house, a gentleman of his note? well isle tell him my mind. Signior Bobadilla. God save you sir, God save you. I thank you good Signior, you may see, I am some what audacious. Vouchsafe me by whom good Signior. No haste sir, it is very well. Faith some half hour to seven: now trust me you have and exceeding fine lodging here, very neat, and private. Who I sir? no. True Signior, I conceive you. Oh Lord sir I resolve so. I, did you ever see it acted? is't not well pend? Indeed, here are a number of fine speeches in this book: O eyes, no eyes but fountains fraught with tears; there's a conceit: Fountains fraught with tears. O life, no life, but lively form of death: is't not excellent? O world, no world, but mass of public wrongs; Oh Gods me: confused and filled with murder and misdeeds. Is't not simply the best that ever you herd? Would, how do you Like it? To thee the purest object to my senc , The most refined essence heaven covers, Send I these lines, wherein I do commence The happy state of true deserving lovers. If they prove rough, unpolished, harsh and rude, Haste made that waste; thus mildly I conclude. This sir, a toy of mine own in my nonage: but when will you come and see my study? good faith I can show you some very good things I have done of late: that boot be comes your leg passing well sir, me thinks. Mass sir, and now you speak of the fashion, Signior Prosperos elder brother and I are fallen out exceedingly: this oh there day I happened to enter into some discourse of a hanger, which I assure you, both for fashion & workmanship was most beautiful and gentlemanlike; yet he condemned it for the most pide and ridiculous that ever he saw. I sir, he. I, and he thinks to carry it away with his manhood still where he comes: he brags he will give me the bastinado, as I hear. Nay indeed he said cudgill me; I termed it so for the more grace. Faith yesterday they say, a young gallant a friend of mine told me so. Indeed you have absolute knowledge in the mystery, I have herd sir. Faith I have herd it spoken of diverse, that you have very rare skill sir. How is the bearing of it now sir? How mean you pass upon me? Well, come sir. But one we y sir. Faith I have not passed two shillings, or so. I will speak to him. Yes faith sir, we were at your lodging to seek you too. Troth nor I, he is of a rustical cut, I know not how: he does not carry himself Like a gentleman. I understand you sir. O Lord sir, it's your only best humour sir, your true melancholy, breeds your perfect fine wit sir: I am melancho lie my self diverse times sir, and then do I no more but take your pen and paper presently, and write you your half score or your dozen of sonnets at a sitting. Why I pray you signior, make use of my study, it's at your service. Faith sir, I have some papers there, toys of mine own doing at idle hours, that you'll say there's some sparks of wit in them, when you shall see them. Mass I think it be indeed. Signior will you any? By this air the most divine Tobacco as ever I drunk. You say well, you say well. Mistress I'll re de it if you please. Faith I did it in and h mor: I know not how it is, b to please you come near signior: this gentleman hath I dge meant, he knows how to cens re of a —I pray you ir you can judge. I shall sir: well, Incip r dulce. Rare creature let me speak without offence, Would God y rude woo ds and the influence: To rule thy thoughts, as f yr looks do mine, Then shouldst thou be his prisoner, who is thine. Be not unkind and fair mish en st ffe Is of beh ur boisterous and rough: How Like you that signior, he shakes his head Like a bo tle, to feel and there be any brain in it. But observe the Catastroph now, And I in duty will exceed all other. As you in beauty do excel lo S there. O God sir, its your pleasure to say so sir. Faith I mad them this morning. I would I might be damned else: ask signior Bo adill . He saw me write them, the: (pox on it) the Miter yonder. O I sir, he threatened me with the bastinado. Indeed it is a most excellent trick. O rare. O good sir. Faith and isle have a fling him. I'll be hanged then if that were he. I wonder signior what they will say of my going a way: would? Why so, but what can they say of your beating? I but would any man have offered it in Venice? Do you hear is't not best to get a warrant and have him arrested, and brought before doctor Clement. Why here comes his man, lets speak to him. God save you sir. Sir there is one Giulliano hath abused this gentleman and me, and we determine to make our amends by law, now if you would do us the favour to procure us a warrant for his arrest of your master, you shall be well considered I assure, I faith sir. How is that? O Lo worser, and, le awn this jewel in my are, and you may pawn your silk sto kins, and pull up your boots, they will near be mi to. A tall big man sir, he goes in a cloak most come monly of silk rus et: laid about with russet lace. Here sir, heres my jewel? Very good sir I wish no better. See I think yonder is the varlet. God save you friend, are not you here by the appoint meant of doctor Clemants man. It is honestly done of you both, and see where he coms you must arrest, upon him for Gods sake before he beware. Weel be even with you sir, come signior Bobadilla weel go before and prepare the doctor: varlet look to him . Andt pleasant your worship he bound to the peace. No sir I translated that oh to of a book, called Delia. Sir; heres the beginning of a sonnet I made to my mistress. Faith sir I had most of the conceit of it of a bal lad I deed. Faith so should I be, and I had slept on it. Marry and El gi , and Elegi , and oddetoy. H w shall we do signio ? you have no money. N r I God but two pence: left of my tuum shi l ngs in the more n ng for wine and let's give him some p ne. Do you hear sir, we have no store of money at this time, but you shall have good pawns, look you sir, this Jew ell, and this gentleman's silk stockings, because we would have it di patched ere we went to our chambers. I, I, Giulliano. Pray you let's see : yes faith it is.