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
_Idle._ Yet again; _ran_, whoreson! _ran, ran!_
_Ingn._ _Ran, whoreson, ran, ran._
_Idle._ _Ran_, say!
_Ingn._ _Ran-say._
_Idle._ _Ran_, whoreson!
_Ingn._ _Ran, whoreson._
_Idle._ _Ran._
_Ingn._ _Ran._
_Idle._ _Ing-no-ran._
_Ingn._ _Ing-no-ran._
_Idle._ Foorth, now! What said the goose?
_Ingn._ _Dog bark._
_Idle._ Dog bark? _His_, whoreson! _his-s-s-s-s-s._
_Ingn._ _His-s-s-s-s-s._
_Idle._ _I: Ing-no-ran-his-I._
_Ingn._ _Ing-no-ran-his-I-s-s-s._
_Idle._ _I._
_Ingn._ _I._
_Idle._ How sayest, now, fool? Is not there thy name?
_Ingn._ Yea.
_Idle._ Well then; can me that same!
What hast thou learned?
_Ingn._ Ich cannot tell.
_Idle._ _Ich cannot tell_--thou sayest even very well!
For, if thou couldst tell, then had not I well
Taught thee thy lesson which must be taught;
To tell all, when thou canst tell right naught.
_Ingn._ Ich can my lesson.
_Idle._ Yea; and, therefore,
Shalt have a new coat, by God I swore!
_Ingn._ A new coat?
_Idle._ Yea, a new coat, by-and-by.
Off with this old coat! _a new coat_, cry!
_Ingn._ _A new coat, a new coat! a new coat!_
_Idle._ Peace! whoreson fool!
Wilt thou wake him now? Unbutton thy coat, fool!
Canst thou do nothing?
_Ingn._ I note how choold be.
_Idle._ _I note how choold be!_ A fool betide thee!
So wisely it speaketh; come on, now! when?
Put back thine arm, fool!
[_Taketh off_ INGNORANCY'S _coat_.
_Ingn._ Put back?
_Idle._ So, lo! now let me see how this gear
Will trim this gentleman that lieth here.
Ah! God save it! so sweetly it doth sleep!
While on your back this gay coat can creep,
As feat as can be for this one arm.
[_Putteth_ WIT'S _gown on_ INGNORANCY.
_Ingn._ Oh! cham a-cold.
_Idle._ Hold, fool! keep thee warm!
And, come hither! hold this head here! soft now, for waking!
Ye shall see one here brought in such taking
That he shall soon scantily know himself.
Here is a coat as fit for this elf
As it had been made even for this body!
[_Putteth_ INGNORANCY'S _coat on_ WIT.
So! It beginneth to look like a noddie!
_Ingn._ Um-m-m-m--
_Idle._ What ailest now, fool?
_Ingn._ New coat is gone!
_Idle._ And why is it gone?
_Ingn._ 'Twool not bide on.
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