Bartholmew fayre : a comedie, acted in the yeare, 1614 by the Lady Elizabeths seruants, and then dedicated to King Iames, of most blessed memorie ; The diuell is an asse : a comedie acted in the yeare, 1616, by His Maiesties seruants ; The staple of newes : a comedie acted in the yeare, 1625, by His Maiesties seruants by the author, Beniamin Iohnson.
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Bartholmew fayre : a comedie, acted in the yeare, 1614 by the Lady Elizabeths seruants, and then dedicated to King Iames, of most blessed memorie ; The diuell is an asse : a comedie acted in the yeare, 1616, by His Maiesties seruants ; The staple of newes : a comedie acted in the yeare, 1625, by His Maiesties seruants by the author, Beniamin Iohnson.
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Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637.
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"Bartholmew fayre : a comedie, acted in the yeare, 1614 by the Lady Elizabeths seruants, and then dedicated to King Iames, of most blessed memorie ; The diuell is an asse : a comedie acted in the yeare, 1616, by His Maiesties seruants ; The staple of newes : a comedie acted in the yeare, 1625, by His Maiesties seruants by the author, Beniamin Iohnson." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A04633.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2024.
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ACT. V. SCENE. IV.
MERE-CRAFT, &c. to them. GVILT-HEAD. SLEDGE-PLVTARCHVS. SERIEANTS.
GVilt-head what newes.?
FIT.
O Sir, my hundred peices:
* 1.1Let me ha' them yet.
GVI.
Yes Sir, officersArrest him.
FIT.
Me?
SER.
I arrest you.
SLE.
Keepe the peace,I charge you gentlemen.
FIT.
Arrest me? Why?
GVI.
For better security, Sir. My sonne PlutarchusAssures me, y'are not worth a groat.
PLV.
Pardon me, Father,I said his worship had no foote of Land left:And that I'll iustifie, for I writ the deed.
FIT.
Ha' you these tricks i'the citty?
GVI.
Yes, and more.Arrest this gallant too, here, at my suite.
SLE.
I, and at mine.
* 1.2
He owes me for his lodgingTwo yeere and a quarter.
MER.
Why M. Guilt-head, Land-Lord,Thou art not mad, though th'art ConstablePuft vp with th'pride of the place? Do you heare, Sirs.Haue I deseru'd this from you two? for allMy paines at Court, to get you each a patent
The laudable vse of forkes,Brought into custome here, as they are in Italy,To th'sparing o' Napkins. That, that should haue madeYour bellowes goe at the forge, as his at the fornace.I ha' procur'd it, ha' the Signet for it,Dealt with the Linnen-drapers, on my priuate,By cause, I fear'd, they were the likelyest euerTo stirre against, to crosse it: for 'twill beA mighty sauer of Linnen through the kingdome(As that is one o' my grounds, and to spare washing)Now, on you two, had I layd all the profits.Guilt-h••ad to haue the making of all thoseO•• go••d and siluer, for the better personages;And you, of those of Steele for the common sort.And both by Pattent, I had brought you your seales in.* 1.4
But now you haue preuented me, and I thanke you.
SLE.
Sir, I will bayle you, at mine owne ap-perill.
MER.
Nay choose.
PLV.
Do you so too, good Father.
CVI.
I like the fashion o' the proiect, well,The forkes! It may be a lucky one! and is notIntricate, as one would say, but fit forPlaine heads, as ours, to deale in. Do you heareOfficers, we discharge you.
MER.
Why this shewesA little good nature in you, I confesse,But do not tempt your friends thus. Little Guilt-head,Aduise your sire, great Guilt-head from these courses:And, here, to trouble a great man in reuersion,For a matter o' fifty on a false Alarme,Away, it shewes not well. Let him get the piecesAnd bring 'hem. Yo'll heare more else.