The workes of Beniamin Ionson

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The workes of Beniamin Ionson
Author
Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637.
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London :: Printed by W: Stansby, and are to be sould by Rich: Meighen,
An⁰ D. 1616.
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Page 564

Act III. Scene VII.

CLERIMONT, MOROSE, TRVE-WIT, DAV∣PHINE, LA-FOOLE, OTTER, Mrs. OTTER, &c.
Musique of all sorts.

BY your leaue, ladies. Doe you want any musique? I haue brought you varietie of noyses. Play, sirs, all of you.

MOR.

O, a plot, a plot, a plot, a plot vpon me! This day, I shall be their anvile to worke on, they will grate me asunder. 'Tis worse then the noyse of a saw.

CLE.

No, they are haire, rosin, and guts. I can giue you the receipt.

TRV.

Peace, boyes.

CLE.

Play, Isay.

TRV.
La-Foole passes oue sewing the meate.

Peace, rascalls. You see who's your friend now, sir? Take cou∣rage, put on a martyrs resolution. Mocke downe all their attemptings, with patience. 'Tis but a day, and I would suffer heroically. Should an asse exceed me in fortitude? No. You betray your infirmitie with your hanging dull eares, and make them insult: beare vp brauely, and constant∣ly. Looke you here, sir, what honour is done you vnexpected, by your nephew; a wedding dinner come, and a Knight sewer before it, for the more reputation: and fine Mrs. OTTER, your neighbour, in the rump, or tayle of it.

MOR.

Is that Gorgon, that Medusa come? Hide me, hide me.

TRV.

I warrant you, sir, shee will not transforme you. Looke vpon her with a good courage. Pray you entertayne her, and conduct your guests in. No? Mistris bride, will you entreat in the ladies? your bride∣groome is so shame-fac'd, here—

EPI.

Will it please your ladiship, madame?

HAV.

With the benefit of your companie, mistris.

EPI.

Seruant, pray you performe your duties.

DAW.

And glad to be commanded, mistris.

CEN.

How like you her wit, MAVIS.

MAV.

Very prettily, absolutely well.

Mrs. OT.

'Tis my place.

MAV.

You shall pardon me, mistris OTTER.

Mrs. OT.

Why I am a collegiate.

MAV.

But not in ordinary.

Mrs OT.

But I am.

MAV.

Wee'll dispute that within.

CLE.

Would this had lasted a little longer.

TRV.

And that they had sent for the Heralds. Captayne OTTER, what newes?

OTT.

I haue brought my bull, beare, and horse, in priuate, and yon∣der are the trumpetters without, and the drum, gentlemen.

Page 565

MOR.
The Drum, and Trumpets sound.

O, Ô, Ô.

OTT.

And we will haue a rouse in each of'hem, anon, for bold Bri∣tons, yfaith.

MOR.

O, Ô, Ô.

ALL.

Follow, follow, follow.

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