WILL

With travel and with time, must they neds join in one? All things forsooth, sir when me list and more to. Trust not to that, peradventure yea, peradventure no, If the bid me run, perhaps I will go: I am plain I tell you at a word and a bloe, You a Master by his wounds or else cut of his head. I cry you mercy sir you are a tall man your self, Truth in respect of you that are nothing else but Wit Can I remember a long tale of a man in the moon, With such a circumstance and such flym flame I will tell at a word whole servant I am Wherefore I come and what I have to say, And call for her answer, before I come away What should I make a broad tree, of every little shrub, And keep her agreat while with a tale of a tub. I can not commend you, but I must make twenty lies Rich quoth you, that appears by the port that you keep, Even as rich as a new shorn sheep Of pleasant conceits, ten bushels to the peck, Lusty Like a herring, with a bell about his neck, Wile as a woodcock: as brage as a bodylouse, A man of your hands, to match with a mouse: How say you, are not these proper qualities to praise you with. Sir let me alone your mind I understand, I will handle the matter so that you shall owe me thanks, But what if she find fault with these spindle thanks Or else with these black spots on your nose. You will not misuse your best servant I suppose For by his nails, and by his fingers toe. I will mar your marriage if you do clitter. First shall I be so bold to break to you a matter. But even two words, and then I am gone. I would not have you think that I for my partly From my promise or from ̄ your service will depart, But yet now and then it goes to my heart, When I think how this marriage may be to my smar I would tell you the cause if I durst for shame. I am not disposed as yet to be tame, And therefore I am loath to be under a Dame, Now you are a Bachiler a man may soon win you Me thinks there is some good fellowship in you, We may laugh and be méery at board and at bed, You are not so testy as those that be wed, Mild in behaviour and loath to fallen out, You may run, you may ride & rove rou ̄ worser about, With wealth at your will and all thing at ease, Free frank and lusty, esye to please, But when you be clogged and tied by the toe, So fast that you shall not have power to let go, You will tell me another lesson soon after And cry peccavi too except your luck be the better: Then farewell goodfellowshyp then come at a call Then wait at and inch you idle knaves all, Then sparing and pinching and nothing of gift, No talk with our master, but all for his thrift, Solemn and Sour and angry as a wasp, Allthings must be kept under lock and haspe, At that which will make me to fare full ill. All your care shall be to hamper poor will. She hath a father, a testy Sour old man, I doubt lest he and I, shall fallen out now and than, If your wife be ever complaining, how then? If she do, believe her not in any wise. And when you once perceive her stomach to arise, Then cut her short at the first and you shall see A meruaylouse virtue in that medisen to been, Give her not the bridle for a year or twain And you shall see her bridle it without a reine, Break her betimes and bring her under by force Or else the gray Mare, will be the better horse. Where shall I find you, when I come again. Good enough take your ease let me alone with this Surely a treasure of all treasures it is, To serve such a master, as I hope him to be, And to have such a servant as he hath of me, For I am quick, nimbell, proper and nise, He is full good, gentle, sober and wise, He is full loath to thide or to check, And I am as Willing to serve at a beck, He order me well and speaks me so fair That for his sake no travail I must spare, But now am I come to the gate of this Lady, I will pause a while to frame mine errante finely And lo where she comes yet will I not come nigh her, But among these fellows will I stand to eye her. In time nay out of hand, Madame if it please you, In faith I know a younker that will ease you, A lively young gentleman, as Fresh as any flower, That will not stick to mary you within this hour. If it pleace your good Ladyshype to accept me So, I have a solemn message to tell or I go, Not any thing in secret your honour to stain, But in the presence and hearing of you twain. The Lady of this world which Lady Nature height, Hath one a peerless son in whom she takes delight, On him she charges m n to be antendant Still, Both kind to her, his name is Wit, my name is Will, The noble child does feel the force of Cupids flame And sends now for ease by counsel of his dame, His mother taught him First to love while he was young Which love w to age increases soar and waxes wondrous strong For very fame displays your bounty more and more, And at this pyntch he burns so as never heretofore Not fanteses force, not vain and Idle toys of love, Not hope of that which commonly does other suitors move, But fixed fast good will that never shall relent, And virtues force y to shines in you bade him give this attempt, He hath no neade of wealth, he wooes not for your good, His kindred is such he need not to seek to match with noble blood, Such store of Friends that where he lest he may command, And none so hardy to presume his pleasure to withstand, Your self it is, your virtue and your grace, Your noble gifts your endless prays in every place, You alone I say the mark that he would hit, The hoped joy the dearest pray that can befale to wit, Between eleven and xii, Madame more or less. Seventeen or there about I wot not very well. Such as your Ladyshipe can not myslike trust me. Well grown, well made, a stripling clean and taule, Well favoured, somewhat black and manly therewithal, And that you may conceive his personage the better, Lo hear of him the vearye shape and lively picture, This hath he sent to you to view and to behold, I dare advouch no Joint therein no Jot to be controulde, Farther, if it please your honour to know: My master would be glad to run ride or go, At your commandment to any place far or near , To have but a sighed of your Ladyshippe there, I beseech you appoint him the place and the hour, You shall see how readily to you he will scour. Be of good cheer sir I warrant you to speed As heart can think go on and you shall see, She never had done toting and looking theron. When soever you please, and as oft as you will. I pray you sir call me your man, and not your boy, Promise me faithfully that if your wife brall Or set her father to check me out of measure, You will not see me abused to their pleasure If you be a man press in, and go near. And if there be, yet need you not to fear, Until I bring his head to you, upon a spear. I will not look you in the face, nor in your sight appear. Good enough, if we fight not I would we wear dead, No man shall stay us, that béeres a head. It is a good fault to have more then enough, I care not, so as we may pull the knaves down, I would we were at it, I pass not how soon. I warrant her a shrew whosoever be and other, God make the daughter good, I Like not the mother, Marry sir in deed she talks and takes on her: Like a Dame, nay Like a Duchess or a Queen: With such a solemnity as I have not seen. Let her be what she list, with a vengeance for me: I will keep me out of her reach if I can. Marriage or marriage not, be shrew me than, I have but one master, and I will serve no more, And if he anger me, I will forsake him to. By the faith of my body sir, I intend not to trust her. Take me this woman that talks so roundly, That be so wise, that reason so soundly: That look so narrow, that speak so shryll: Their words are not so cursed, but their deeds are as ill. Perhaps you had never occasion to try her. She hath won the mastery of you it appears. What three new servants, then farewell my partly. Farewell master Reason, think upon us, when you see us not. And in any wise, let not Will be forgotten. Go. Tush tush Instruction, your talk is of no force, You tell us a tale of a roasted horse, Which by his wounds except we set to it, As fast as we make, this fellows will undo it, Their talk is nothing but soft and fair and tarry, If you follow their counsel you shall never marry. Ground us no ground, let him win it and wear it. A life withal my heart I would not wish a dog. You are a proper man of your hands by the Rood, Yet welfare him that never his master forsaketh. So much the rather look you to be sped, Care for no more, but once to come within her, And when you have done: then let another win her. One mass for a penny, you know what is what. Why sir do you think to do any good, If you stand in a corner Like Roben hood, Nay you must stout it, and face it out with the best. Set on a good countenau ̄ ce, make the most of the lest, Who soever skip in, look to your partly, And while you live beware of a false heart. You must adventure both, spare to speak, spare to speed, What tell you me of shame, it is shame to steal a horse. But he that takes not such time while he may, Shall leap at a whiting when time is a way. Be of good cheer sir be ruled by me Women are best pleased, till they be used homely, Look her in the face and tell your tale stoutly. My master is a gentleman. I tell you and his word, I would you knew it shall with his deeds accord. In deed sir as you say you may mend when you will, But in good earnest Madam, speak of or on, Shall we speed at your hand, or shall we begone, I love not this delays, say so if we shall have you, If not, say no, and let another rave you. Can you abide to be driven of with this and that, Can they ask any more then good assurance at your hands. If all be to little both goods and lands, I know not what will please you, except Darby's bands I have and enemy, my friend Wit a mortal foe to me And therewithal the greatest plague that can befall to the. If any such thing all, count the charge to me, Trouble not your self. Lustily spoken, let me claw thee by the back: How say you now sir, here are three against twain, And I must have a leg of the if I can catch it. Help, help, help &c. Rub and chafe him. For gods love hast, see lo where he does lie. What noise is this that ring in my ears, Her noise that grieveth my mishap with tears, Ah my mishap my desperate mishap, In whom ill fortune pours down, all mishap at a clap, What shall become of me, where shall I hide my head? O what a death is it to live for him that would be dead? But since it chanceth so, what ever wight thou be, That findeth me here, in heavy plighted, go tell her this from Me. Causeless I perish here, and cause to curse I have. The time that erst I lived to love, and now must die her slave, The match was over much for me, she understood, Alas why hath she this delight, to lap in guiltless Blood. How did I give her cause to show me this despyght, To match me where she wist full well, I should be slain in fight. But go and tell her plain, although to late for me, Accursed be the time and hour, which first I did her see. Accursed be the wight, that wild me first thereto, And cursed be they all at once, that had therewith to do. Now get the hence in hast, and suffer me to die. Whom scornful chance & lawless love, have slain most trayte rouslye This gentle news of good Will, are come to make you found, They know which way to salve your soar, and how to cure your wou ̄ worser Good sir be ruled by her then, a worser pluck your spirit to you: There is no doubt, but you shall find, your loving lady true. It was no trusting to my hands, my heels did serve me well I ran with open mouth, to cry for help amain, And as good fortune would, I hit upon these twain. I have no doubt sir it shall be as you would wish. Nay stand we to it, and let us fallen no more. Come Damsel in good faith and let me have you in Let him practice in dancing all things to make himself brethles. Dance you sir if you please, and I will look upon. Once in my life I have, and odd half hour to spare: To ease my self of all, my travail and my care. I stood not still so long this xx. days I ween, But ever more sent forth on messages I have be. Such trudging and such toil, by the mass was never seen, My body is worn out, and spent with labour clean. And this it is that makes me look so lean. That lets my groth, and makes me seen a squall, What then although my stature be not all. Yet I am as proper as you, so neat and cleanly, And have my joints at commandment full of acteuitie, What should a servant do, with all this flesh and bones, That makes them run with leaden heals, & stir them self Like stones Give me a proper squire much after my pitch And mark how he from place, to place will squite e. Fair or foul, thick or thin, mire or dusty, Clouds or rain, light or dark, clear or mystie. Ride or run, to or fro, bad or good, A neat little fellow, on his business will scud. These great labores are neither active nor wise, That feed till they sleep, and sleep out their eyes. So heavy, so dul, so untoward in their doing, That it is a good sighed, to see them leave working. But all this while, while I stand prating here, I see not my master, I left him snorting here, God speed us well, I will make one at all assays I would we wear at it, I care not how soon. Come out thou monster fell, that hast desire to spill, The knot and linked love, of Science and of Wit, Come try the quarrel in the fyeld, and fight with us a fit. A foul horesone what a sturdy thife it is? But we will pelt thee knave until for woe thou piss, Strike of his head while I houde him by the crown, Oh blessed of God to see these happy days. Yea but your wife will play the shrew, perdy it is she that I fear Why master whither way, what hast am I no body? Do so and here you couch a cods head.