Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 04 of 10

Name: Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 04 of 10
Author: Fletcher, John

Fletcher, John

English drama

_Tho._ Stay, or I'le make ye stay: come hither, Sister.

    _Val._ Why how now Mistris _Thomas_?

    _Tho._ Peace a little,
    Thou would'st fain have a Wife?

    _Hyl._ Not I, by no means.

    _Tho._ Thou shalt have a wife, and a fruitful wife, for I find,
        _Hylas_,
    That I shall never be able to bring thee Children.

    _Seb._ A notable brave boy.

    _Hyl._ I am very well, Sir.

    _Tho._ Thou shalt be better, _Hylas_, thou hast 7 hundred pound a year,
    And thou shalt make her 3 hundred joynture.

    _Hyl._ No.

    _Tho._ Thou shalt boy, and shalt bestow
    Two hundred pound in Cloaths, look on her,
    A delicate lusty wench, she has fifteen hundred,
    And feasible: strike hands, or I'le strike first.

    _Dor._ You'l let me like?

    _Mar._ He's a good handsome fellow,
    Play not the fool.

    _Tho._ Strike, Brother _Hylas_, quickly.

    _Hyl._ If you can love me, well.

    _Dor._ If you can please me.

    _Tho._ Try that out soon, I say, my Brother _Hylas_.

    _Sam._ Take her, and use her well, she's a brave Gentlewoman.

    _Hyl._ You must allow me another Mistriss.

    _Dor._ Then you must allow me another Servant.

    _Hyl._ Well, let's together then, a lusty kindred.

    _Seb._ I'le give thee five hundred pound more for that word.

    _Ma._ Now Sir, for you and I to make the feast full.

    _Tho._ No, not a bit, you are a vertuous Lady,
    And love to live in contemplation.

    _Ma._ Come fool, I am friends now.

    _Tho._ The fool shall not ride ye,
    There lye my Woman, now my man again,
    And now for travel once more.

    _Seb._ I'le barr that first.

    _Ma._ And I next.

    _Tho._ Hold your self contented: for I say I will travel,
    And so long I will travel, till I find a Father
    That I never knew, and a Wife that I never look'd for,
    And a state without expectation,
    So rest you merry Gentlemen.

    _Ma._ You shall not,
    Upon my faith, I love you now extreamly,
    And now I'le kiss ye.

    _Tho._ This will not do it, Mistress.

    _Ma._ Why when we are married, we'l do more.

    _Seb._ There's all Boy,
    The keyes of all I have, come, let's be merry,
    For now I see thou art right.

    _Tho._ Shall we to Church straight?

    _Val._ Now presently, and there with nuptial
    The holy Priest shall make ye happy all.

    _Tho._ Away then, fair afore.                             [_Exeunt._




                                TO THE
                            NOBLE HONOURER
                                OF THE
                    Dead Author's Works and Memory,
                       Master _CHARLES COTTON_.


  SIR,

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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 04 of 10

Fletcher, John

English drama

_Tho._ Stay, or I'le make ye stay: come hither, Sister.

    _Val._ Why how now Mistris _Thomas_?

    _Tho._ Peace a little,
    Thou would'st fain have a Wife?

    _Hyl._ Not I, by no means.

    _Tho._ Thou shalt have a wife, and a fruitful wife, for I find,
        _Hylas_,
    That I shall never be able to bring thee Children.

    _Seb._ A notable brave boy.

    _Hyl._ I am very well, Sir.

    _Tho._ Thou shalt be better, _Hylas_, thou hast 7 hundred pound a year,
    And thou shalt make her 3 hundred joynture.

    _Hyl._ No.

    _Tho._ Thou shalt boy, and shalt bestow
    Two hundred pound in Cloaths, look on her,
    A delicate lusty wench, she has fifteen hundred,
    And feasible: strike hands, or I'le strike first.

    _Dor._ You'l let me like?

    _Mar._ He's a good handsome fellow,
    Play not the fool.

    _Tho._ Strike, Brother _Hylas_, quickly.

    _Hyl._ If you can love me, well.

    _Dor._ If you can please me.

    _Tho._ Try that out soon, I say, my Brother _Hylas_.

    _Sam._ Take her, and use her well, she's a brave Gentlewoman.

    _Hyl._ You must allow me another Mistriss.

    _Dor._ Then you must allow me another Servant.

    _Hyl._ Well, let's together then, a lusty kindred.

    _Seb._ I'le give thee five hundred pound more for that word.

    _Ma._ Now Sir, for you and I to make the feast full.

    _Tho._ No, not a bit, you are a vertuous Lady,
    And love to live in contemplation.

    _Ma._ Come fool, I am friends now.

    _Tho._ The fool shall not ride ye,
    There lye my Woman, now my man again,
    And now for travel once more.

    _Seb._ I'le barr that first.

    _Ma._ And I next.

    _Tho._ Hold your self contented: for I say I will travel,
    And so long I will travel, till I find a Father
    That I never knew, and a Wife that I never look'd for,
    And a state without expectation,
    So rest you merry Gentlemen.

    _Ma._ You shall not,
    Upon my faith, I love you now extreamly,
    And now I'le kiss ye.

    _Tho._ This will not do it, Mistress.

    _Ma._ Why when we are married, we'l do more.

    _Seb._ There's all Boy,
    The keyes of all I have, come, let's be merry,
    For now I see thou art right.

    _Tho._ Shall we to Church straight?

    _Val._ Now presently, and there with nuptial
    The holy Priest shall make ye happy all.

    _Tho._ Away then, fair afore.                             [_Exeunt._




                                TO THE
                            NOBLE HONOURER
                                OF THE
                    Dead Author's Works and Memory,
                       Master _CHARLES COTTON_.


  SIR,

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 04 of 10

Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 04 of 10

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