PISTON

Who saw my Master? Oh sir, are you heeere? The Prince and all the outlandish Gentlemen, Are ready to go to the triumphs, they stay for you. I. You shall have your horses and two dosen of slaves. You are deceived sir, he swore not, Jester: Oh extempore, oh flores! By gods fish friend, take you the Latins partly, isle abuse you to. Saunce: what languidge is that? I think thou art a word maker by thine occupation. Now by my troth she is gone. Nay, but here you sir, I must talk with you before you go. Nay, if thou be'st a right warrior, get from ̄ under me. Typhon me no Typhon's, But swear upon my Dudgin dagger, Not to go till I give thee leave, But stay with me, and look upon the tilters. I care not for that, wilt thou not swear? By the contents of this blade, I the aforesaid Basilisco, Knave good fellow, knave, knave. Will not offer to go from the side of Piston. Without the leave of the said Piston obtained, Enjoy thy life and live, I give it thee. What would you do sir, what would you do, Will you up the ladder sir, and see the tilting. Now sir, how likes thou this course. It may be so, it may be so, Now sir, how Like you this course. By my faith, me thought it was excellent. Oh well run, the bay Horse with the blue tail, And the silver knight, are both down, By Cock and Pie, and Mouse foot, The English man is a fine Knight. What and oath is there, fie upon thee extortioner. Oh well ran, my master hath overthrown the Turk. Oh well run Master, he hath overthrown the French man. I give thee leave, go to thy destruction, But syrra where thy horse? Well go mount thee, go. Take the braginst knave in christendom with thee: Truly I am sorry for him, He joust Like a knight, heel justle Like a Jade. It it a world to here the fool prate and brag, He will jet as if it were a Goose on a green: He goes many times supperles to bed, And yet he takes Physic to make him lean. Last night he was bidden to a Gentlewoman's to supper, And because he would not be put to carve, He wore his hand in a scarf, and said he was wounded: He wears a coloured lath in his scabbard, And when it found upon him, he said he was wrathful, He might not wear no iron. He weres Civet, And when it was asked him, where he had that musk, He said, all his kindred smelled so: Is not this a counterfeit fool? Well isle up and see how he speeds. Now by the faith of a squire, he is a very faint knight, Why my master hath overthrown him And his Curtal, both to the ground, I shall have old laughing, It will be better then the Fox in the hold for me. Thats the reason, that he shall help Your husband to arm his head, O the policy of this age is wonderful. Ho, God save you sir, have you burst your shin, A shrewd lose by my faith sir, But where your coursers tail. There was a hight piece of service, where he lost his tail But how chance his nose is slit. Marry a foul fault, but why are his ears cut? Why then thy Horse hath been a Colt in his time, And isle bear you company, Come sirrah, let me see how finely yowl cry this chain It was Worth more, then thou and all thy kin are worth, Why a hundred Crowns. Ten Crowns, and had but six pence, For crying a little wench of thirty years old & upwards, That had lost her self betwixt a tavern & a baw die house. Why then by this reckoning, a Hackneyman Should have ten shillings for horsing a Gentlewoman, Where he hath but ten pence of a beggar. Why then I pray thee cry the Chain for me, Sub forma pauperis, For money goes very low with me at this time. I but he must not know That thou cry est the Chain for me, I do but use thee to save me a labour, That am to make inquiry after it, I marry will I, why what lighter payment can there be, then consideration. Why would you have me run up and down the town? and my shoes are done. I pray you sir hold your hands, And as I am and honest man, I'll do the best I can to find your chain. Here sir, what would you with me, I will sir. I but hear you Master, was not he a fool? That went to shoot, and left his arrows behind him. Marry that you may lose your money, And go without the chain, unless you carry false dice. Nay I use not to go without a pair of false Dice. Here are tall men and little men. I warrant you sir, they get not one wise word of me, But is there no reward for my false dice? Now am I growing into a doubtful agony What I were best to do, to run away with this Chain, Or deliver it, and follow my master. If I deliver it and follow my master, I shall have thanks. But they will make me never the fatter, If I run away with it, I may live upon credit All the while I wear this chain, Or dominere with the money when I have sold it, Hitherto all goes well, but if I be taken, I marry sir, then the case is altered, I and haltered to, Of all things I do not love to preach With a haulter about my neck, Therefore for this once, isle be honest against my will, Perseda shall have it, but before I go, isle be so bold As to dive into this Gentleman's pocket, for good luck sake. If he deny me not: how say you sir, are you content? A plain case, Quitacet consitiri videtur. Faith sir for pure good will, Seeing he was going towards heaven, I thought to see, if he had a passport to S. Nicholas or no, I sir very well, it was my master Erastus. To fetch the Sexton to bury him I think. Now it fits my wisdom to counterfeit the fool. I forsooth sir. I forsooth sir. That I will sir, I shall find you at the Castle, shall I not? Why isle be here, as soon as ever I come again. God sends fortune to fools. Did you ever see wise man escape as I have done, I must betray my master: I but when can you tell? See where Perseda comes, to save me a labour. After my most hearty commendations, This is to let you understand, That my master was in good health at the sending hereof, Yours for ever and ever and ever. In most humble wise Piston. Faith in a mummery, and a pair of false dice, I was one of the mummers my self, simple as I stand here. I so it did, for it cost Ferdinando his life. To Constantinople whither I must follow him, But ere he went, with many sighs and tears, He delivered me the chain, and bade me give it you, For perfect argument that he was true, And you too credulous. And I can sing no more. Marry sir in and Armorours shop, Where you had not best go to him. I sir, but he knowing your fierce conditions, Hath planted a double cannon in the door, Ready to discharge it upon you, when you go by, I tell you for pure good will. I but here you sir, I am bound In pain of my masters displeasure, To have about at cuffs, afore you and I partly, No, no sir, I must have about with you sir thats flat, That for retaining one so virtuous, Least my master turn me out of service. No by my faith sir. Why lend me thine, and save me a labour. Why wilt thou stay till I come again? That shall be when I come from Turkey. O master, see where I am, Cold and comfortless for you, Will you have them all at once? Why the Governor will hang you & he catch you. Ferdinando is buried, your friends commend them to you: Perseda hath the chain, and is Like to die for sorrow. Faith master, me thinks you are unwise. That you wear not the high Sugerloafe hat, And the gilded gown the Emperor gave you, I'll go provide your supper, A shoulder of mutton, and never a Salad. I would my master had left Some other to be his agent here: Faith I am weary of the office already, What Seignior Tremomundo, That rid a pilgrimage to beg cakebread. Why I meant nothing but a Basolus Manus. No by my troth sir. Pistol proof? isle try if it will hold out pin prove, I see his skin is but pistol proof from the girdle upward What sud dame agony was that? Then here my opinion concerning that point, The Ladies of Rhodes hearing that you have lost, A capital partly of your Lady beware, Have made their petition to Cupid, To plague you above all other, As one preiuditiall to their muliebrity, Now sir, Cupid seeing you already hurt before, Thinks it a greater punishment to hurt you behind, Therefore I would wish you to have and eye to the back door Indeed that will serve to bear of some blows, When you run away in a fray. Why do you not know me? I am Erastus man. Do not you know that they are all friends, And Erastus married to Perseda, And Erastus made governor of Rhodes, And I left here to be their agent? The more shame for you. Thats because you were out of the way. Oh wicked turn coat that would have her stay. And I fear thou wilt never prove good christian. And isle stay here about my masters business. Farewell counterfeit fool, God send him good shipping: 'Tis noisd about, that Brusor is sent, To fetch my master back again, I cannot be well till I hear the rest of the news, Therefore I'll about it straight. What have we her, my master before the marshal? Such favour send all Turks I pray God. Marry sir this is a fair warning for me to get me gone. Oh Lady and mistress, weep and lament, And wring your hands, for my Master Is condemned and executed. Nay, God be praised, his death was reasonable, He was but strangled, For nothing but High treason. Faith two great knights of the post, swore upon the Alcaron, that he would have firde the Turks Fleet. No but I saw where he stood, To here and see the matter well conveyed. I will not kiss his sir, but give me leave To weep over his, for while she lived, Sheeloued me dearly, and I loved his. After we had God the chain in mummery, And lost our box in counter cambio, My master wore the chain about his neck, Then Ferdinando met us on the way, And reviled my master, saying he stole the chain, With that they drew, & there Ferdinando had the prickado. I but here you, are you so foolish to fight with him?