BLAGUE

WElcome good knight to the George at Waltha ̄ , My freehold, my tenements, goods, & chattels, Madam here's a room is the very Homer and Iliads of a lodge king, it hath none of the four elements in it, I built it out of the Centre, and I drink near the less sack. Welcome my little wast of maidenheads, what? I serve the good Duke of Norfolk. 'Tis correspondent or so, there's not a Tartarian Nor a Carrier, shall breath upon your geldings, They have villainous rank feet, the rogues, And they shall not sweat in my linen. Knights and Lords too have be drunk in my house, I thank the destinies. You Saint Dennis, your geldings shall walk without doors, and cool his feet for his Master's sake by the body of S George I have and excellent intellect to go steal some venison now when wast thou in the forest? The knight's not yet apparent marry here's a before runner that summons a parley, and says, heel be here top and topgallant presently. Knight, thy breath hath the force of a woman, it takes me down, I am for the baser element of the kitchen: I retire Like a valiant soldiers face point blank to the foeman; or Like a Courtier that must not show the Prince his posteriors; vanish to know my canuasadoes and my interrogatories, for I serve the good Duke of Norfolk. Ostlers, you knaves and commanders, take the horses of the knights and competitors: your honourable hulks have put into harbour, theile take in fresh water here, and I have provided clean chamberpots. The destinies be most neat Chamberlains to these swaggering puritans, knights of the subsidy. Room for my case of pistols that have Greek and Latin bullets in them, let me cling to your flanks my nimble Giberalters, and blow wind in your calves to make them swell bigger: Would, I'll caper in mine own fee-simple, away with pun tillioes, and Orthography: I serve the good Duke of Norfolk. Bilbo. Tuere tu patulae recu ns sub tegmine fagi. Thou shalt have it without any more discontinuance, releases, or atturnement; what? we know our terms of hunting; and the sea-card. Still, and still, and still, my soldier of S Quintus, come, follow me, I have Charles wain below in a but of sack, will glister Like your Crab fi h. And still, and still, and still my boy I'll serve the good duke of Norfolk. Would my Castilian dialogues, and art thou in breath still boy? Miller does the match hold? Smith, I see by thy eyes thou hast been reading little Geneva print: but weened we merrily to the forest to steal some of the kings Dear. I'll meet you at the time appointed: away, I have Knights and Colonels at my house, & must tend the Hungarions. If we be scared in the forest, weel meet in the Church-porch at Enfield; is't Correspondent? Tush the knave keepers are my bosonians, & my pen sioners, nine a clock, be valiant my little Gogmagogs; I'll fence with all the Justices in Hartford shire; I'll have a Buck till I die, I'll slay a Do while I live, hold your bow straight & steady. I serve the good duke of Norfolk. Thou speakest as true as velvet. If I go steal any more venison, I am a Paradox, 'sfoot I can scarce bear the sin of my flesh in the day, 'tis so heavy, if I turn not honest, and serve the good Duke of Norfolk, as true mareterraneum skinker should do, let me never look higher then the element of a Constable. Who's there? What the devil is that white thing? this same is a Churchyard, and I have herd that ghosts, and villainous gob lins have been seen here. Priest. Did you not see a spirit all in white, cross you at the style? Whoes that? No they are gone to Uvaltham, sure I would feign hence, come, lets to my house, I'll never serve the duke of Norfolk in this fashion again while I breath. If the devil be amongst us, 'tis time to hoist sail, and cry roomer: Keep together Sex tun, thou art secret, what? lets be comfortable one to another. True, and I'll serve God in the night hereafter, afore the Duke of Norfolk. Body of Saint George, this is mine overthwart neigh bour hath done this to seduce my blind customers, I'll tickle his Catastrophe for this; If I do not indite him at next assisses for Burglary, let me die of the yellows, for I see 'tis no boot in these days to serve the good Duke of Norfolk, the villainous world is turned manger, one Jade deceives another, and your Ostler plays his partly commonly for the fourth share, have we Comedies in hand, you whoreson villainous male London lecher. Is't certain? 'Sfoot how did I miss you? heart I was a stealing a Buck there. Were you my noble Romans? why you shall share, the venison is a footing, Sine Cerere & Baccho friget Venus: That is, theres a good breakfast provided for a marriage, thats in my house this morning. A conjunction copulative, a gallant match between your daughter, and M. Raimond Mountchensey, young Iuuensus. 'Tis firm, 'tis done, Weel show you a president i'th civil law fort. Leave tricks, and admiration, theres a cleanly pair of sheets in the bed in Orchard chamber, and they shall lie there, what? I'll do it, I'll serve the good Duke of Norfolk. I renounce your defiance, if you parley so roughly, I'll barracado my gates against you: stand fair bully; Priest come off from the rearward; what can you say now? it done in my house, I have shelter i'th Court for't, Dee see your bay win dow? I serve the good duke of Norfolk, & 'tis his lodging, storm I care not serving the good Duke of Norfolk: thou art and actor in this, and thou shalt carry fire in thy face eternally. In good sooth Smug theres more sack on the fire Smug. I say thou shalt into the Cellar. In skipper in. He speaks Like a Bachelor of music all in Num bers; knights if I had known you would have let this couy of Partridges fit thus long upon their knees under my sign post, I would have spread my door with old Coverlids. Faith we followed the directions of the devil, Master Peter Fabell and Smug, Lord bless us, could never stand upright since. Why Sir George send for Spindles noise, presently, Would, er to be night, isle serve the good Duke of Norfolk. 'Tis my little Hebrew. Come ye Hungarian pilchers, we are once more come under the zona torrida of the forest, lets be resolute, lets fly to and again; and if the devil come, weel put him to his Interro gatories, and not budge a foot, what; 'sfoot isle put fire into you, ye shall all three serve the good Duke of Norfolk. Here Metropolitan, the philistines are upon us, be silent, let us serve the good Duke of Norfolk; but where is Smug. Chamberlen, speak up to the new lodgings, Bid Nell look well to the bakt meats, How now my old Ienerts bank, my horse, My castle, lie in Uvaltham all night, and not under the Canopy of your host Blagues house.