A Select Collection of Old English Plays: Originally Published by Robert Dodsley in the year 1744
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays: Originally Published by Robert Dodsley in the year 1744
English drama
CARISOPHUS. I handled him clerkly, I joined in talk with him
courteously:
But when we were entered, I let him speak his will, and I
Suck’d out thus much of his words, that I made him say plainly,
He was come hither to know the state of the city;
And not only this, but that he would understand
The state of Dionysius’ court and of the whole land.
Which words when I heard, I desired him to stay,
Till I had done a little business of the way.
Promising him to return again quickly; and so did convey
Myself to the court for Snap the tipstaff, which came and upsnatched
him,
Brought him to the court, and in the porter’s lodge dispatched him,
After I ran to Dionysius, as fast as I could,
And bewrayed this matter to him, which I have you told;
Which thing when he heard, being very merry before,
He suddenly fell in dump, and foaming like a boar,
At last he swore in great rage, that he should die
By the sword or the wheel, and that very shortly.
I am too shamefast: for my travail and toil
I crave nothing of Dionysius, but only his spoil:
Little hath he about him, but a few motheaten crowns of gold,
Cha pouch’d them up already, they are sure in hold:
And now I go into the city, to say sooth,
To see what he hath at his lodging to make up my mouth.[54]
ARISTIPPUS. My Carisophus, you have done good service, But what is
the spy’s name?
CARISOPHUS. He is called Damon, born in Greece, from whence lately
he came.
ARISTIPPUS. By my troth, I will go see him, and speak with him too,
if I may.
CARISOPHUS. Do so, I pray you; but yet by the way,
As occasion serveth, commend my service to the king.
ARISTIPPUS. _Dictum sapienti sat est_: friend Carisophus, shall I
forget that thing?
No, I warrant you: though I say little to your face,
I will lay on with my mouth for you to Dionysius,[55] when I am in
place.
[_Aside_] If I speak one word for such a knave, hang me.
[_Exit._
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