A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 03
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 03
English drama
INC. Goodman Hobal, speak you in earnest?
What dost thou say, shall the Just bridle me?
No, no, brother Snaps, do the worst and thy best
I will not be bridled of him nor of thee.
JUST. Seeing Sapience consisteth in heavenly document,
And that heavenly document consisteth in Sapience,
To bridle this wretch I cannot but consent,
Sith I of his purpose have had oft intelligence.
INC. Yet again [to] bridle it doth not prevail;
I will not be bridled of the best of you both.
See you this gear? here's one will make you to quail;
Stand back! to kill you, Master Just, I would be loth!
You have been so burned and fried of late,
That it were pity to hurt you any more.
Back, I say, or my dagger shall about your pate,
By the mass, but I will, sir, I'll make your bones sore.
[_Struggle two or three times._
JUST. I will bridle thee, beast, for all thy bragging.
INC. In faith, goodman Just, I'll hold ye wagging;
Nay, brother, ye shall find me a curst colt to bridle,
Nay, in faith, better yet I will make thee to struggle.
SAP. Never leave him, but ensue the counsel of Sapience.
JUST. Lo, now, I have brought him under obedience.
[_Bridle him._
INC. Not so obedient as thou thinkest me to have;
Nay, brother, ye shall find me a coltish knave:
We-he-he, it is good for you to hold fast,
For I will kick and winch, while the life doth last.
SAP. Thou shalt kick indeed, but no victory win;
Neither to conquer the Just to ungodliness nor sin.
INC. O yes, O yes, I will make a proclamation.
JUST. What shall that be?
INC. If ye will give me leave, then you shall see.
O yes! is there any man or woman that hath lost
A gambolling gelding with a grey tail?
Let him come to the crier, and pay for his cost,
And he will tell him tidings without any fail.
SAP. To the intent that you may him sharply restrain,
Let him not enjoy so much of the rein. [_Bridle him shorter._
INC. Cock's soul, now the snaffle cutteth my lip,
I would this lubberly knave had the pip!
I shall leap no hedges while this bridle is on,
Out, alas! I think it will fret me to the bone.
SAP. Thus should every man, that will be called Just,
Bridle and subdue his beastly inclination,
That he in the end may obtain perfect trust,
The messenger of God to give sight to salvation.
JUST. That trust to obtain with him I have struggled.
SAP. Then let us depart, and leave this beast bridled.
[_Go out both._
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