The Inner-Temple masque. Or Masque of heroes Presented (as an entertainement for many worthy ladies:) by gentlemen of the same ancient and noble house. Tho. Middleton.
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- The Inner-Temple masque. Or Masque of heroes Presented (as an entertainement for many worthy ladies:) by gentlemen of the same ancient and noble house. Tho. Middleton.
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- Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.
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- London :: Printed [by William Stansby] for Iohn Brovvne, and are to be sold at his shop in S. Dunstanes Church-yard in Fleetstreete,
- 1619.
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When can I doo't sir? you must stay til Lent.
Till Lent, you kil my heart, sweet M. Doctor, Thrust me into Candlemas Eue, I doe beseech you.
Away, Candlemas Eue will neuer beare thee i' these dayes, 'tis so frampole, the Puritanes will neuer yeeld to't.
Why th'are fat enough.
Here comes Plumporridge.
I, hee's sure of wel-come; me thinkes hee moues like one of the great Porridge Tubs, going to the Counter.
Oh killing cruel sight, yonder's a Fasting day: A leane spinie Rascall with a Dogge in's belly, his very Bowels barke with hunger; auaunt, thy Breath stinkes, I doe not loue to meete thee fasting, thou art nothing but wind, thy Stomack's full of Farts, as if they had lost their way, and thou made with the wrong end vpward, like a Dutch Mawe, that dischar∣ges still into 'th Mouth!
Why thou whorson Breakefast, Dinner,
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Nuntions, Supper and Beuer, Celler, Hall, Kitchin, and Wet-larder.
Sweete Master Doctor, looke quickly vpon his Water, that I may breake the Vrinall about his pate.
Nay friendship, friendship.
Neuer Master Doctor, with any Fastingday, perswade me not.
Well setting this apart, whose water's this sir?
And what ha's he giuen away, let mee see, Plumbroth.
He could not giue away much, sir, his chil∣dren haue so consumed him before hand.
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IN primis I giue and bequeath to my second Sonne
In, and In; his perpetuall Lodging i'the Kings∣bench,
and his Ordinarie out of the Basket.The last WILL and TESTAMENT of
KERSMAS, Irreuocable.
Read;
A sweete allowance for a second brother.
Item, I giue to my yongest Sonnes Gleeke and Pri∣ministe, the full consuming of Nights and Dayes, and Wiues and Children, together with one secret gift, that is, neuer to giue ouer, while they haue a pennie.
And if e're they doe, Ile be hanged.
For the possession of all my Lands, Mannors, Mannor-houses, I leaue them full and wholly to my eldest Sonne, Noddie, whom during his mino∣ritie, I commit to the custodie of a paire of Knaues and one and thirtie?
There's Knaues enow a conscience to coo∣zen one Foole.
Item, I giue to my eldest Daughter, Tickle mee quickly, and to her sister my Ladies Hole, free leaue to shift for themselues, either in Court, City, or Country.
We thanke him heartily.
Item, I leaue to their old Aunt, my Sow h'as Pigd, a Litter of Curtizans to breede vp for Shroue-tide.
They wil be good ware in Lent, when flesh is forbid by Proclamation.
Item, I giue to my Nephew Gambols, commonly
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cald by the name of Kersmas Gambols, all my Cattle, Horse and Mare, but let him shooe 'em himselfe.
I ha' seene him shooe the Mare fortie times ouer.
Also, I bequeath to my Coozen-Germane Wassel-Bowle, borne of Dutch Parents, the Priuiledge of a free Denizen, that is, to be drunke with Scotch-Ale, or English-Beere: and lastly, I haue giuen by word of mouth, to poore Blind man Buffe, a flap with a Foxe∣tayle.
I, so h'as giuen 'em all for ought I see. But now what thinke you of his Water, sir?
Well he may linger out till Candlemas: But ne're recouer it.
Would he were gone once, I should be more respected.
Here's New-yeere?
I haue ne're a gift to giue him, Ile be gone.
Mirth & a healthful time fil all your dayes. Looke freshly, Sir.
What's he, that lookes so piteously, and shakes so?
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A Fasting-day?
How's that?
He was my Fathers seruant, That he was, sir.
Tis here vpon Record.
I seru'd him honestly, and cost him little.
I, Ile besworne for that.
I neuer yet heard Truth better whin'de out.
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How now? what's he?
Tis old Time, Sir, that belongd To all your Predecessors.
Hah? Doctor? What are these?
Time The Rabble that I pitie, these I haue seru'd too, But few or none haue euer obseru'd me, Amongst this dissolute Route, Candlemas day! I'me sorie to see him so ill associated?Giu'em their charge, and then admit'em.
I will doo't in Cone.
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Woh.
You haue gin't at the wrong end,
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'Tis still your seruant.
How now? what are these?
But is here all?
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Here the second Dance, and last Ante∣Masque: Eight Boyes, habited accor∣ding to their former Cha∣racters.
The three Good Dayes, attyred all in white Gar∣ments, sitting close'to their bodies, their Inscriptions on their Brests.
On the first.
Cocke a Hoope.
On the second.
The Geere Cottens.
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On the third.
Faint Heart Neuer.
The three Bad Dayes all in blacke Garments, their Faces blacke, and their Inscriptions.
On the first.
Rods in Pisse.
On the second.
Post for Puddings.
On the third.
Put vp thy Pipes.
The Indifferent Dayes.
In Garments halfe white, halfe blacke, their Faces seamd with that party Colour, and their Inscriptions.
The first.
Neither full nor Fasting.
The second.
In Docke, out Nettle.
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These hauing purchasde a Smile from the Cheekes of many a Beautie, by their Ridiculous Figures, va∣nish, proud of that Treasure.
The first Song. (Book 1)
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The second Song. (Book 2)
The third Song. (Book 3)
SEe, whether Fate hath lead you, (Lamps of Honour)
(Fog Goodnesse brings her owne reward vpon her)
Looke, turne your Eyes, & then conclude, commending,
And say, you haue lost no Worth by your Descending,
Behold a Heauen about you, Spheres more plentie,
There, for one Luna, here shines Ten,
And for one Venus, Twentie;
Then Heroes, double both your Fame and Light,
Each chuse his Starre, and full adorne this Night.