Recently Recovered "Lost" Tudor Plays with some others
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Recently Recovered "Lost" Tudor Plays with some others
English drama -- Early modern and Elizabethan, 1500-1600; Interludes, English; Moralities, English
_Mer._ He was well occupied that brought you hither!
_Nought._ I heard you call New Guise, Now-a-days, Nought: all
these three together.
If ye say that I lie, I shall make you to slither:
Lo, take you here a trepitt!
_Mer._ Say me your names! I know you not.
_New G._ [_Now, and Nought, in turn_]. New Guise, I! Now-a-days,
[I]! I, Nought!
_Mer._ By Jesu Christ! that me dear bought;
Ye betray many men.
_New G._ Betray? nay, nay, sir! nay, nay!
We make them both fresh and gay.
But, of your name, sir, I you pray!
That we may you ken.
_Mer._ Mercy is my name and my denomination.
I conceive ye have but a little force in my communication.
_New G._ Ay, ay! your body is full of English Latin.
_Now._ I pray you heartily, worshipful clerk!
I have eaten a dishful of curds,
And I have shitten your mouth full of turds.
Now, open your satchel with Latin words,
And say me this, in clerical manner:
Also, I have a wife; her name is Rachael;
Betwixt her and me was a great battle;
And fain, of you, I would hear tell
Who was the most master.
_Nought._ Thy wife, Rachel, I dare lay twenty lice!
_Now._ Who spake to thee? fool! thou art not wise;
Go and do that longeth to thine office:
_Osculare fundamentum!_
_Nought._ Lo, master! here is a pardon by limit;
It is granted of Pope Pockett:
If ye will put your nose in his wife's socket,
Ye shall have forty days of pardon.
_Mer._ This idle language ye shall repent;
Out of this place I would ye went.
_New G._ Go we hence, all three, with one assent;
My father is irk of our eloquence;
Therefore, I will no longer tarry.
God bring you, master, and blessed Mary!
To the number of the demonical frayry--
_Now._ Come wind: come rain!
Though I come never again;
The devil put out both your eyne!
Fellows! go we hence tight!
_Nought._ Go we hence, a devil way!
Here is the door; here is the way!
Farewell, gentle Geoffrey!
I pray God give you good night! [_Exiunt sil._
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