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Actus 5.
Scoena prima.
I will haue no great store of company at the wed∣ding, a cupple of neighbours and their wiues, and wee will haue a Capon in stewed broth, with marrow, and a good peece of beefe, stucke with rose-mary.
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I will haue no great store of company at the wed∣ding, a cupple of neighbours and their wiues, and wee will haue a Capon in stewed broth, with marrow, and a good peece of beefe, stucke with rose-mary.
George call Rafe hither, if you loue me call Rafe hi∣ther, I haue the brauest thing for him to do George; pre'thee call him quickly.
Rafe, Why Rafe boy.
Heere sir.
Come hither Rafe, come to thy mistresse boy.
Rafe I would haue thee call all the youthes together in battle-ray, with drums, and guns, and flags, and march to Mile end in pompous fashion, and there exhort your Souldi∣ers to be merry and wise, and to keepe their beards from bur∣ning Rafe, and then skirmish, and let your flagges flye, and cry kill, kill, kill: my husband shall lend you his Ierkin Rafe, and there's a scarfe; for the rest, the house shall furnish you,
and wee'l pay for't: doe it brauely Rafe, and thinke before whom you performe, and what person you represent.
I warrant you mistresse if I do it not for the honour of the Citty, and the credit of my maister, let me neuer hope for freedome.
'Tis well spoken I faith; go thy wayes, thou art a sparke indeed.
Rafe, Rafe, double your files brauely Rafe.
I warrant you sir.
Let him looke narrowly to his seruice, I shall take him else, I was there my selfe a pike-man once in the hottest of the day, wench; had my feather shot sheere away, the fringe of my pike burnt off with powder, my pate broken with a scouring-sticke, and yet I thanke God I am heere.
Harke George the drums.
Ran, tan, tan, tan; ran, tan: O wench an thou hadst but seene little Ned of Algate, drum Ned, how hee made it rore againe, and layd on like a tyrant: and then stroke softly till the ward came vp, and then thundred againe, and toge∣ther we go: sa, sa, sa, bounce quoth the guns: courage my hearts, quoth the Captaines: Saint George, quoth the pike∣men; and withall here they lay, and there they lay: And yet for all this I am heere wench.
Be thankfull for it George, for indeed 'tis wonder∣full.
March faire my hearts, Lieuetenant beate the reare vp: Ancient, let your colours flye; but haue a great care of the Butchers hookes at white-Chappell, they haue beene the death of many a faire Ancient. Open your files that I may take a view both of your persons and munition: Serge∣ant call a muster.
A stand, William Hamerton peuterer.
Here Captaine.
A Corslet, and a spanish pike; 'tis well, can you shake it with a terror?
I hope so Captaine.
Charge vpon me, 'tis with the weakest: put more strength William Hammerton, more strength: as you were a∣gaine. Proceed Sergeant.
George Greene-goose, Poulterer?
Heere.
Let me see your peece neighbour Greene-goose, when was she shot in?
And like you maister Captaine, I made a shot euen now, partly to scoure her, and partly for audacity.
It should seeme so certainely, for her breath is yet inflamed: besides, there is a maine fault in the touch-hole, it runnes, and stinketh; and I tell you moreouer, and be∣leeue it: Ten such touch-holes would breed the pox in the Army. Get you a feather, neighbour, get you a feather, sweet oyle, and paper, and your peece may do well enough yet. Where's your powder?
Heere.
What in a paper? As I am a Souldier, and Gentle∣man, it craues a Martiall Court: you ought to dye for't. Where's your horne? answere me to that.
An't like you sir, I was obliuious.
It likes me not you should bee so; 'tis a shame for you, and a scandall to all our neighbours, beeing a man of worth and estimation, to leaue your horne behinde you: I am afraid 'twill breed example. But let me tell you no more on't; stand, till I view you all. What's become o'th nose of your flaske?
Indeed law Captaine, 'twas blowne away with powder.
Put on a new one at the Cities charge. Wheres the stone of this peece?
The Drummer tooke it out to light To∣bacco.
'Tis a fault my friend, put it in againe: You want a Nose, and you a Stone; Sergeant, take a note on't, for I meane to stoppe it in the pay. Remoue and march, soft and
faire Gentlemen, soft and faire: double your files, as you were, faces about. Now you with the sodden face, keepe in there: looke to your match sirrah, it will be in your fellowes flaske anone. So, make a crescent now, aduance your pikes, stand and giue eare. Gentlemen, Countrey-men, Friends, and my fellow-Souldiers, I haue brought you this day from the Shops of Security, and the Counters of Content, to mea∣sure out in these furious fields, Honour by the ell; and pro∣wesse by the pound: Let it not, ô let it not, I say, bee told hereafter, the noble issue of this Citie fainted: but beare your selues in this faire action, like men, valiant men, and free∣men; Feare not the face of the enemy, nor the noise of the guns: for beleeue me brethren, the rude rumbling of a Brew∣ers Carre is farre more terrible, of which you haue a daily experience: Neither let the stinke of powder offend you, since a more valiant stinke is nightly with you. To a resol∣ued minde, his home is euery where: I speake not this to take away the hope of your returne; for you shall see (I do not doubt it) and that very shortly, your louing wiues againe, and your sweet children, whose care doth beare you company in baskets. Remember then whose cause you haue in hand, and like a sort of true-borne Scauingers, scoure me this famous Realme of enemies. I haue no more to say but this: Stand to your tacklings lads, and shew to the world you can as well brandish a sword, as shake an apron. Saint George and on my hearts.
'Twas well done Rafe, Il'e send thee a cold Capon a field, and a bottle of March-beere; and it may be, come my selfe to see thee.
Nell, the boy has deceiued me much, I did not thinke it had beene in him: he has performed such a matter wench, that if I liue, next yeare Il'e haue him Captaine of the Gally∣foist, or Il'e want my will.
Yet I thanke God, I breake not a rinkle more then I had, not a stoope boyce: Care liue with Cats, I defie thee, my heart is as sound as an Oke; and though I want drinke
to wet my whistle, I can sing:
Come no more there boyes, come no more there: For we shall neuer whilst we liue, come any more there.
God saue you sir.
It's a braue boy: canst thou sing?
Yes sir, I can sing, but 'tis not so necessary at this time.
Sing wee, and chaunt it, whilst loue doth grant it.
Sir, sir, if you knew what I haue brought you, you would haue little list to sing.
What Mr. Merri-thought, will you not let's in? what do you thinke shall become of vs?
What voyce is that that calleth at our doore?
You know me well enough, I am sure I haue not
beene such a stranger to you.
And some they whistled, and some they sung, Hey downe, downe: and some did lowdly say, euer as the Lord Bar∣nets horne blew, away Musgraue, away.
You will not haue vs starue here, will you Mr. Merri-thought?
Nay good sir be perswaded, she is my mother: if her offences haue beene great against you, let your owne loue remember she is yours, and so forgiue her.
Good Mr. Merri-thought let mee entreat you, I will not be denied.
Why Mr. Merri-thought, will you be a vext thing still?
Woman I take you to my loue againe, but you shall sing before you enter: therefore dispatch your song, and so come in.
I can sing none forsooth, but a Ladies daughter of Paris properly.
Song. It was, a Ladies daaghter, &c.
It is my maisters voyce, good sir go hold him in talke whilst we conuey our selues into some inward roome.
What are you? are you merry? you must bee very merry if you enter.
I am sir.
Sing then.
Nay good sir open to me.
Sing, I say, or by the merry heart you come not in.
You are welcome sir, you are welcome, you see your entertainment, pray you bee merry.
Sir, if you will forgiue ham, clap their hands together, there's no more to be sad i'th' matter.
I do, I do.
I do not like this, peace boies, heare me one of you, euery bodies part is come to an end but Raphes, and hee's left out.
'Tis long of your selfe sir, wee haue nothing to doe with his part.
Raph come away, make on him as you haue done of the rest, boies come.
Now good husband let him come out and die.
He shall Nel, Raph come away quickely and die boy.
'Twill be very vnfit he should die sir, vpon no occa∣sion,
and in a Comedy too.
Take you no care of that sir boy, is not his part at an end, thinke you, when he's dead? come away Raph.
Well said Raph, doe your obeysance to the Gentle∣men and go your waies, well said Raph.
Me thinkes all we, thus kindly and vnexpectedly reconciled should not depart without a song.
A good motion.
Strike vp then.