SIR NICHOLAS

WHere's Marque-text my Chaplain. Bid him read Prayers in the Diningroom. I won't pray too day, dost here? Bid my Tutor come down to me. Why he that reads Travail to me, the wit that I took up in Pauls in a tiffany Cloak without a hatband, now I have put him into a doublet of Sattaine — stay he's here. Enter Tutor. Morrow Tutor, what hour take you it? How? Very learnedly then I was ready between Six and sevens too day. Yes, yes Sir. In troth Sir, I remember some such things but I have forgotten they. Why and Istmus, is and Elbow of land. A neck? Why I was near it, if you had let me alone, I should have come up too't. And Island is and high Mountain, which shoots it self into the Sea. Is't so? And Island then is, no matter let it go, it's not the first Island we would lost. As perfect in them as I am in these, faith I shall never con these things handsomely, may not a man study Travail without these Circles, Degrees and altilatitudes you speak of? I do not care for the nearest way, I would time e nough to go about. I, and if please you I will have it stand in my hall to make my Tenants wonder instead of the book of Martyrs. What say you to England. I am resolved to be ignorant of my own country say no more on't, what think you if I went over to France the first thing I did. Dee think I would no more wit then to venture my self i'th salt water, I had rather be pickled and powdered at home by half that I had. No? Cuts? We have had too many French cuts already. A bald reason. He had no found head that invented it. Upon Taffety. Open as much as you will but no valour. That's when a man is drunk, is it not? But it is feign to be supported sometime with a bottom. Enter Servant. O my Father in law that shall be. There is a match concluded between his daughter and me and now he comes for my answer conduct him to the gallery. Let him go before and tell him we are coming and weel be there as soon as he. Exeunt. It's granted, Gentlemen I have and ambition to be your eternal slave. Lady and Mistress of my heart, which hath long melted for you. Then it melted for you Lady. Vouchsafe to entertain a Servant, that shall study to command. His extremest possibilities — in your business. Come on my Queen of Diamonds. Come on my Queen of Diamonds. Noble Tutor, Morrow to you, hay finished The whimzey for my Mistress already? For fear you had forgotten me, I would made a quib ling in praise of her my self, such a one as will fetch up her heart Tutor. I but I will not hurt her I warrant thee, and she die within a Twelve month and a day I'll be hanged for her. Marry will I, look you Sir. But first let me see yours, can you not write it in my own hand, I shall hardly read it. Sir George G'ee mee't. And how do you Like it. Morrow to you both, Sir George I would been making Poetry this morning. I scorn subjects, it's my Empress your Daughters Muse hath set my muse on fire. No, you shall read they for me. For what, why for somewhat I'll warrant you. Call it what you will, I know what it's. I would been dabbling in Helicon, next to travail it's all my study mark the invention. How do you Like my pipin of Pernassus Gentle men. Nam, I'll warrant you, my Tutor has good furniture in him. Now you shall hear some verses of my own making. Hum? yes I made they too my Tutor knows. But I wrote they for and other gentleman that had a Mistress. I may say so, but that their faces are nothing alike, you would hardly know one from tother, for your bet ter understanding I will read they my self — Her foot. O, I will rise by degrees. Her foot is feat with Diamond toes But she with legs of Ruby goes: Thighs Loadstones, and do draw unto her The Iron pin of any wooer. Her head. T'is my conceit, I do now mean to go down wards again, and meet where I left in the middle. Her head is Opal, neck of Saphire, Breast Carbuncles, shine Like a fire. And the naked truth to tell you, The very mother of Pearl her belly: How can she chosen but hear my groans, That is composed of precious stones. Now if you liked you may. Let it be 3. or 4. I care not how soon, is break fast ready. I do love to eat and drink in a morning, though I fast all day after. Is thy name Whible. I Like thee the better for that my name's Treedle. Hast done hooking a me. A witty knave, what place dost thou occupy un der thy Master. How? Wilt serve me when I'm married. No good parts, and thou hast but skill in Horses and Dogs, th'art fit for any Gentleman in England. I'm studying some witty Poesy for thy wedding Ring, let me see — No matter, I will send to the University. College, I have had a head in most ath' Butter es of Cambridge, and it has been sconced to purpose. I know what belongs to Sizing and have answered to my Que in my days, I'm free of the whole University, I commenced with no worse then his Majesties footmen. I'th Town? What makes so many Scholars then come from Oxford and Cambridge, Like Market women with Dorsers full of lamentable Tragedies, and ridiculous Comedies which they might here vent to the Players, but they will take no money for they. But till to morrow. Kind worm. Father and Uncle you will excuse our fa li e conversation; I vow I'll be honest till I be married, nor as touch of my flesh within the walls, only the suburbs of her lips or hands, or so, and when, and when is to mor row the day, the day of coupling and so forth, have you God a licence. Pray do, weel'e be married here, but keep our wedding at my own house at Croidon, we'll would the City Waits down with us, and a noise of Trumpets, we can have Drums i'th Country, and the Train-band, and then let the Spaniards come and they dare, dost hear; here's twenty pieces you shall fribble e'm away at the Exchange presently. Violetta, look you lay out my gold at the Exchange in Bartholomew Fairings, farewell Violetta. SO, now we have God a License, I would see who dares marry your daughter beside my self, is she come from the Exchange yet? Letters, let me read em. I and of Proof too at home, as much as my Hall can hold, the Story of the Prodigal can hardly be seen for't; I have Pikes and Guns, enough for me and my Predeces sors, a whole Wardrobe of Swords and Bucklers, when you come home you shall see they. O Treason. My Tutor read travel to me, and run away. With my Wench — a very Peripatetike — what shall I do then, and some had arrested and clapped her up too — we should have known where to find her — dee hear, I did not mean to marry with a License. No Sir, I did mean to marry with your daughter Am I a Gull? I will have no patience, I will have Violetta, why does not Brains appear? In Prison, why and he had been hanged, he might have brought us word. I'll geld my Tutor. Nay I will find him, and find him again and I can light on him, let me alone, I'll take half a dozen wo'mee and about it instantly. Exit. Come follow me, and be valiant my Master's. Stay which is my wife? Are there not two Sir Nicholasses, pray what d'ee call this Gentlewoman? This is fine i'faith, well may a woman mistake her husband, when a man that is the wiser Vessel cannot know his own wife. A good jest i'faith, hark you, were you ever Catechized? What is your name forsooth? Sensible ? Came I from Croydon for a Chambermaid? D'ee hear every body I would married Sensible ! No no, this is my wife. Why, I know she meant to be my wife, and only I would married her, as folks go to Law, by Attourney, she is but her Deputy, for the more state I married her by proxy. Sayest thou so? Come hither Madam Treedle, Gentlemen, you think now, I have but and ill match on't, and that as they say I am cheated, do not believe it — a Lady is a Lady, a bargain is a bargain, and I'm a Knight & no Gentleman, so much for that — I grant I married her, in her Mistress's name, and though (as great men, that use to choose wives for their favourites or Servants, when they have done with they) I could put her off to my Footman or my Tutor here, I won't, I will maintain her my wife and publish her, d'ee see, publish her to any man that shall laugh at it, my own Ladybird, and Madam Treedle. Tutor we pardon. That's dangerous. When you please, name your own time I'm ready to be married at midnight. By this gold she shall Father, lay it out in Tooth picks, I'll wear they out in my hat; come I'll with you for the licence.