A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 14
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 14
English drama
CAPT. Gentlemen, I see you are merry: I'll leave you. I must go a
little way to inquire about a business.
WILD. H' has got a sore eye, I think.
CAPT. I will only ask one question, and return.
CARE. No, faith, stay, and be satisfied.
JOLLY. Do, good brother; for I believe there is no question that
you now would ask, but here's an oracle can resolve you.
CAPT. Are those pearl true?
JOLLY. Yes.
CAPT. And did not you steal them?
JOLLY. No.
CARE. Nor he did not buy them with ready money, but took them
upon mortgage of himself to an old lady.
JOLLY. Dwelling at the sign of the Buck in Broad Street. Are you
satisfied, or must I play the oracle still?
CAPT. No, no; I am satisfied.
JOLLY. Like jealous men that take their wives at it, are you not?
CAPT. Well, very well: 'tis visible I am abused on all hands.
But, gentlemen, why all against me?
CARE. To let you see your wit's mortal, and not proof against
all.
WILD. The parson hath shot it through with a jest.
CAPT. Gentlemen, which of you, faith, had a hand in that?
JOLLY. Faith, none; only a general joy to find the captain
overreached.
CAPT. But, do you go sharers in the profit as well as in the
jest?
JOLLY. No, faith, the toy's mine own.
CAPT. They are very fine, and you may afford a good pennyworth.
Will you sell them?
JOLLY. Sell them! ay, where's a chapman?
CAPT. Here; I'll purchase them.
JOLLY. Thou! no, no, I have barred thee, bye and main,[220] for I
am resolved not to fight for them: that excludes thy purchase by
the sword; and thy wench has proved such a loss, in thy last
adventure of wit, that I'm afraid it will spoil thy credit that
way too.
CAPT. Gentlemen, as a friend, let me have the refusal: set your
price.
WILD. He's serious.
CARE. Leave fooling.
JOLLY. Why, if thou couldst buy them, what wouldst thou do with
them?
CAPT. They're very fair ones; let me see them: methinks they
should match very well with these?
JOLLY. These! which?
OMNES. Which?
CARE. They are true.
CAPT. Yes, but not earned with a pair of stol'n verses, of, _I
was not born till now, This my first night, And so forsooth_; nor
given as a charm against lust.
CARE. What means all this?
JOLLY. What! why, 'tis truth, and it means to shame the devil. By
this good day, he repeats the same words with which I gathered
these pearls.
WILD. Why, then, we have two to laugh at.
CARE. And all friends hereafter. Let's fool all together.
CAPT. Gentlemen with the fine wits, and my very good friends, do
you, or you, or he, think I'll keep you company to make you
laugh, but that I draw my honey from you too?
CARE. Come, come, the captain's in the right.
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