REVENGE

A Syrra nay soft, what? let me see, God morrow to you sir, how do you fare? Sante a men. I think it will be. the next day in y e morning, before I come there Well forward I will, for to prepare, Some weapons & armour, y e caitiffs to quell, Ille teach the hurchetes, again to rebel. Rebel? you sir, how say you there to? What? you had not best their parts to take: Hold the content fool, and do as I do, Or else me chance, your pate for to ache. You and thats more, for fear thou shalt quake, Before Horestes, when in good south he, Shall arrive in this land, revenged to been: Well forward I will, things to pouruaye, In good south for the wares, as I shall think good. Far well good man dotterel, and mark what I say, Or eles it may chance you, to seek a new hoved: You would eat no more cakbread, I think then by y e roved, If that, that same poulle from your shoulderes were hent, You would think you were ill, if so you were shent. A syrre, now steye, and pause their a while, Be not to hasty, but take all the day: Be God I am wearey, with coming this mile, And having no money, my horse heyare to pay. Who how, I road on my feet, all the way, Jesu what ground, since yesterday at none, Have I gut thorough, with this pare of shoune. Hurchyt, goges oundes gyppe with a wanyon, Ar you so loustey, in faith good man clound: Oundes, heart, and nails, this is a franion, Ille teach you to flout me, I hold you a pound. Oh that it wear not, in faith for my gound? It will I be knoc um, yet for all that. Would, would, he, mar his hat quoth he? there was all his thought Tout tout, for the blose he set not a pin: That garment is dyer, that with blose is bought, Well sieres to in treat me, sith you Begin? I am contented, my blade, now shaull in. But tell me syeres tell me no wherefore of me, The cause on this sort, your taullkynge should be. If they wear not twain, I cared not a point, But two is to meyney, the proverb douth tell: Else be his oundes, I would iobard this joint, And teach them against me, again to rebel? Oh that I wear abull, the knaves warrant to quell, Then would I tryomphe, passing all measure. My name would you know, marrey you shaull, Hark Friend, fourst to the I will it declare: Master patience master patience, many on does me caull? But come heather nabor hodge, thou must have a share. By gys unto the I will not spare, The same for to show, whearfore my friend, My name is patience if thou it perpend. Tell a mare a tall, and shyell gerd out a fart See bow the as my words, douth mystake, Would it not anger a Saint at the heart: To see what a scoff of my name, he douth make? Oh oundes of me, as still as a stake. He standith, nought caring what of him may be tied, Be his wounds, I wood have a arm, or a side. Sought let me see, it is best to be Still, Good sleeping in a hold skin, old foulkes do say, Not withstanding I wis, ill have mine own will. Nay I will be revenged, by his oundes and I may, Syrra you good man Rustycus, mark what I say: Hark in thine ear man, this did I see, A hoge of thine wearied to be. Would, would, he, by God Rusticus, I may say in no game, I know the person, whose dog so did flay: Thy hog fie fie man, it was a vearey shame, For thy naybor hodge, to let it by this day. Well I will go to him, and see if I may, By aney means procure him, to make the amends; Ille do the best I can, to make you both friends. Would, would, he, nay, nay, spare not for me, Go to it Straight, if there to you gre, Tout tout Rusticus, these words be but wind To him man, to him, and swaddell him well: You neauer leave him, as long as thou can find Him hot, but teathe him, a gain to rebel, What nededest thou to care, though his words be so fell, Tout tout tharte unwise, and follow my mind: And I warrant the in end, some ease thou shalt find. Nay stand I Still some what, I will lend, Take this for a reward, now a way I must weened. War quoth he. I war in deed, and try it by the. sword, God save you sir, the gods to you: have sent this kind of word That in the hast you armour take, your father's fose to slay And I as guide with you shall go, to guide you on the way. By me thy mind there wrathfuldome, shall be performed in deed Therefore Horestes mark me well, & forward do proceed. For to revenge thy father's death, for this they all have meant Which thing for to demonstrate lo, to the they have sent me. What need you doubt, I was in heaven, when ̄ all y e gods did gre That you of Agamemnon's death, for south revenged should be, Tout tout, put of that childish love, couldst thou w to a good will Contented be? that one should so, they father seem to kill? Why waylst y u man, leave of I say, pluck courage unto the. This lamentation soon shall fade, if thou imbrasydest me. Among the gods celestial, I Courage called am, You to assist in vearey truth, from out the heavens I cam And not w to out God Marsis his leave, I durst hear show my face which thou shalt feel if that there gift thou dost forth w to embrace Faull to it then and slack no time, for time once passed away, Does cause repentance, but to late to come old folks do say. When stead is stolen, to late it is to shyt the stable door, Take time I say, while time does give a leisure good therefore Tout let him alone now, we may in good south, I was not so lustey, my purpose to get: But now of my honestey, I tell you of truth, In revenging the wrong, his mind he hath set? It is not Idumeus that hath pour to let. Horestes from seeking his mother to kill, Tout let him alone, he'll have his own will. Come on Horestes sith thou hast, obtained thy desire. Tout tout man, seek to destroy, as does the flaming fire? Whose property thou knoest does gro, as long as any thing Is left where by the same may seem, some suckcor for to bring. See see I pray you how he joyse, that he must war begin. Go out. S Tanned back you sleeping jacks at home, And let me go. You lie sir knave am I a mome, Why say you so. Tout tout, you dare not come in field, For fear you should the ghost up yield. With blose, he goose, the gun shot fly, It fears, it sears, and their does lie. A houndreth in a moment be, Disstroyed quite: Sir sauce in faith if you should see, The gone shot light. To quake for fear you would not stint, When as by force of gounshotes dint: The ranks in ray, are took away, As pleases fortune oft to play. But in this stower who bears the fame, But only I: Revenge, Revenge, will have the name, Or he will die. I spare no wight, I fear none ill, But with this blade I will them kill For when mine eayre, is set on fyare, I rap them, I snap them, that is my desyare. Farewell a Due to wares I must In all the hast. My cousin cut purse will I trust, Your purse well taste, But to it man, and fear for nought, Me say to the it is well fraught. With ruddocks read be at a beck, Beware the arse, break not thy neck, Like men by God, I swear well said, Horestes let us gow, Now to thy men like manley heart, I pray the for to show. And as thou seiste be First the man, that shall the City win, How, how, now for to fly, all ready they Begin. Nay, far you well, in faith you have and answer, get you hence. Oundes of me I would not be, in her coat for forty pence. Nay nay, a way far well a Due, now now, it is to late. When stead is stolen for you in south, to shut the stable gate. She should have wept when ̄ first she went, y e king about to slay, Let Hor estes sith hard. It makes no matter she foul well, did breed her own decay Ounds of me what mean you man, Begin you now to faint Jesu God how Still he syttes, I think he be a Saint. Ooooo, you care not for me, nay soon I have done I warrant you Even as you say but hark at hand, Egistus draws nigh. Who purposieth the chance of war, Horestes for to try. How chance you did not the ̄ lament his father when ̄ you slew? But now when death does you prevent, to late ites for to rew. Even as much as thou voutsafest, his father's life to save, Therefore come of we must not stey, all day to weight on the. Lo mighty prince for whom you sent, lo preasent here is she. Thou art a foul thus for to prate, this does Horestes good, Come on a way thou doust no more, but him with words molest A foulyshe foul that thou wart dead, he takes it for the best? Let me alone, come on a way, that thou weart out of sighed, A pestelaunce on the crabyd quean, I think thou do delight, Him to molest, come of in hast, and troubell me no more, Come on come on, ites all in vain, and get you on a before, A New master, a new, No longer I may: Abide by this day Horestes now does rew. A new master a new, And was it not ill? His mother to kill? I pray you how say you? A new master a new, Now ites to late? To shut the gate? Horestes gines to rew. A new master a new, nay I will go, Tout, tout, Horestes is be come a new man: Now he sorroweth to bade that it is so, Yet I will oresse him, by his oundes and I can. Who Sainty amen. God morrow mistress Nan, By his oundes I am glad to see the so trycke, Nay may I be so bold, at your lips to have a lycke. Jesus how coy, do you make the same, You neauer knew me afore I dare say: In faith, in faith, I was to blame, That I made no courchey to you by the way. Who berladye Nan, thou art trim and gay, Wounds of me, she hath wings also, Who whother with a mischief, doust thou think for to go? To heaven? or to hell? to pourgatorye? or Spain? To Venys? to pourtugaull? or to the eylles Canarey? Nay stay a while for a mile or twain. I will go with the, I swear by Saint marey, Wilt thou have a boat Nan, over seay the to carey. For if it chance for to rain, as the weathers not harden, It may chance this trim gear of thine, to be marred, Oundes heart and nails, nay now I am dressed, Is the king Menalaus at Athens arrived? And I am be hind? to be packings the best, Least the matter in south, to soon be contryued. Auxilla humilia firma, consensus facit, this always provided That consent makes suckers most sure for to be, Well I will be their Straight, wayse you shall see. I would I were dead, and laid in my graven, Oundes of me, I am trymley promouted: Ah, ah, o, well now for my labour, these trynketes I have? Whyse you not I pray you, how I am flouted. A bag and a bottle, thus am I louted? Each knave now a days, would make me his man, But chyll master them, I be his oundes and I can. A begging, a begging, nay now I must go, Horestes is married, God send him much care: And I Revenge, am driven him from. And then ites no maruayll, though I be thus bore. But peace, who better then beggars does fare. For all they be beggares, and have no great port, Who is meryer, then the pooryste sort. What shall I beg? nay thates to bade, Is their near a man, that a servant does lack: Of mine honesty gentle woman, I would be glad? You to serve but for clothes, to put on my back. A way with these rages, from me the shall pack. Put of y e beggares coat & all thy thine ges. What think you scorn, me your servant to make, A neither will have me, if you me for sake. Parhappes you all meruayll, of this sudden mutation, How seen I was down, from so hie a degree: To satisfy your minds, I will yuse a persuasion. This one thing you know, that on cauled amity, Is unto me revenge most contrarey. And we twain to gather, could not abide, Which caused me so soon, from hie state to slide. Horestes and his ounckell, King Menalaus, Is made such sure friends, without peradventure, Through the pollycye, of old Idumeus? That as, far as I can see, it is to hard to enter, You and thates worse, when I sought to venture. I was driven with out comfort, away from their gate, I was glad to be packing, for fear of my pate. Yet before I went, my fancey to please, The marriage selebratyd, at the church I did see, Willing I was, them all to disease: But I durst not be so bold, for master Amity. Sot by Menalaus, and boar him company, On the other side Dewtey with Horestes bower sway. So that I could not enter, by no kind of way? Well syeth from them both, I am bannyshyd so, I will seek a new master, if I can him find: Yet I am in good comfort, for this well I know, That the most part of women, to me be full kind, If they say near a word, yet I know their mind. If they have not all things, when they do desiare, They will be revenged, or else lie in the myare. Nay I know their quallytes, the less is my care, As well as they do know, Reuengys operation, You faull to it good wives, and do them not spare. Nay Ille help you forward, if you lack but persuasion. What man a most is free, from invasion. For as plainly Socrates declareth unto us, Women for the most partly, are born malicious. Perhaps you will say, maney on that I lie, And other fume I am sure, also will take my part: Not withstanding what I have said, they will veryfye, you and do it I wys, in spite of thy heart. If therefore thou will live quietly, after their desert? Reward then so shault, thou bridle their affection, And unto they will, shall have them in subjection. In Athens dwelled Socrates, the phyllosopher divine, Who had a wife nam Exantyp, both deuelyshe and ill: Which twain beenge faulne out, upon a time, Perhaps cause Exantyp, could not have her will. He went out of doors, sitting there Still. She crowned him with a pyspot, and their he Was wet to the skin, most pytifull to see. I pray God that such dams, be not in this place, For then I might chance near a mistress to get, Nay if you anger them, they will say you on the face, Or else their nails in your cheeks, they will set, Nay like a razor, foam of their nails are whet. That not for to pare, but to cut to the bone, I count him most happest, that medelles with none. Well far you well, for I must be packing, Remembar my words, and bear it in mind? What suffer the mill, a while to be clackinge, If that you intend, aney ease for to find. Then will they be to you, both loving and kind. Farewell cousin cutpurse, and be ruled by me, Or else you may chance, to end on a tre. Go out.