A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 14
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 14
English drama
PLEA. Well, this shall be a warning to me. I say nothing, but if
ever I lie from home again----
WILD. I'll lie with you.
PLEA. 'Tis well. I daresay we are the first women, if this take,
that ever were stolen against their wills.
WILD. I'll go call the gentlemen.
[_Exit_ WILD.
WID. I that have refused a fellow that loved me these seven
years, and would have put off his hat, and thanked me to come to
bed, to be beaten with watchmen's staves into another's!--for, by
this good light, for aught that I perceive, there's no keeping
these out at night.
PLEA. And unless we consent to be their wives to-day, master
justice will make us their whores at night. O, O, what would not
I give to come off? not that I mislike them, but I hate they
should get us thus.
_Enter_ WILD, JOLLY, CAPTAIN, CARELESS, PARSON, WANTON, _with
rosemary in their hands, and points in their hats_.
CARE. Follow. Will not you two swear we were married last night?
JOLLY _and_ CAPT. Yes, by this light, will we.
WILD. Will you not swear you married us?
PAR. Yea, verily.
CARE. And come hither, pretty one: will not you swear you left us
all abed last night, and pleased?
WAN. Yes, forsooth; I'll swear anything your worship shall
appoint me.
WID. But, gentleman, have you no shame, no conscience? Will you
swear false for sport?
JOLLY. By this light, I'll swear, if it be but to vex you:
remember you refused me. That [_Aside_] is contrary to covenants,
though, with my brace of lovers: what will they do with their
coachman's plot? But 'tis no matter, I have my ends; and, so they
are cosened, I care not who does it.
CAPT. And faith, madam, I have sworn many times false to no
purpose; and I should take it ill, if it were mine own case, to
have a friend refuse me an oath upon such an occasion.
PLEA. And are you all of one mind?
PAR. Verily, we will all swear.
PLEA. Will you verily? What shall we do, aunt?
[PLEASANT _laughs_.
WID. Do you laugh? by this light, I am heartily angry.
PLEA. Why, as I live, let's marry them, aunt, and be revenged.
WID. Marry! Where's the parson?
CAPT. Here, here, master parson, come and do your office.
PLEA. That fellow! no, by my troth, let's be honestly joined, for
luck's sake: we know not how soon we may part.
WILD. What shall we do for a parson? Captain, you must run and
fetch one.
CAPT. Yes, yes: but, methinks, this might serve turn: by this
hand, he's a Marshall and a Case,[275] by sire and dam; pray, try
him: by this light, he comes of the best preaching-kind in Essex.
WID. Not I, as I live; that were a blessing in the devil's name.
PAR. A pox on your wedding! give me my wife, and let me be gone.
CAPT. Nay, nay, no choler, parson. The ladies do not like the
colour of your beard![276]
PAR. No, no, fetch another, and let them escape with that trick,
then they'll jeer your beards blue, i' faith.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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