A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 03
General
A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 03
English drama
M. MERRY. Yea, ye may see ye ne'er take me to good cheer with
you:
If ye had, I could have told you her name now.
R. ROISTER. I was to blame indeed, but the next time perchance--
And she dwelleth in this house--
M. MERRY. What, Christian Custance?
R. ROISTER. Except I have her to my wife, I, I shall run mad.
M. MERRY. Nay, unwise perhaps; but I warrant you for mad.[49]
R. ROISTER. I am utterly dead, unless I have my desire.
M. MERRY. Where be the bellows that blew this sudden fire?
R. ROISTER. I hear she is worth a thousand pound and more.
M. MERRY. Yea, but learn this one lesson of me afore:
An hundred pound of marriage-money, doubtless,
Is ever thirty pound sterling, or somewhat less;[50]
So that her thousand pound, if she be thrifty,
Is much near[51] about two hundred and fifty.
Howbeit, wooers and widows are never poor.
R. ROISTER. Is she a widow? I love her better therefore.
M. MERRY. But I hear she hath made promise to another.
R. ROISTER. He shall go without her, and he were my brother.
M. MERRY. I have heard say, I am right well advised,
That she hath to Gawin Goodluck promised.
R. ROISTER. What is that Gawin Goodluck?
M. MERRY. A merchant-man.
R. ROISTER. Shall he speed afore me? Nay, sir, by sweet
Saint Anne!
Ah, sir! _Backare_, quod Mortimer to his sow:[52]
I will have her mine own self, I make God a vow;
For, I tell thee, she is worth a thousand pound.
M. MERRY. Yet a fitter wife for your maship[53] might be found;
Such a goodly man as you might get one with land,
Besides pounds of gold a thousand and a thousand,
And a thousand and a thousand and a thousand,
And so to the sum of twenty hundred thousand:
Your most goodly personage is worthy of no less.
R. ROISTER. I am sorry God made me so comely, doubtless;
For that maketh me each where so highly favoured,
And all women on me so enamoured.
M. MERRY. Enamoured, quod you? have ye spied out that?
Ah, sir, marry, now I see you know what is what.
Enamoured, ka?[54] marry, sir, say that again;
But I thought not ye had marked it so plain.
R. ROISTER. Yes, each where they gaze all upon me, and stare.
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