Representative English Comedies, v. 1. From the beginnings to Shakespeare
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Representative English Comedies, v. 1. From the beginnings to Shakespeare
English drama (Comedy)
_Johan._ Nay, than if my wyfe be set a chydyng, 310
It is tyme for me to go at her byddyng.
There is a proverbe, whiche trewe nowe preveth,
He must nedes go that the dyvell dryveth.
[_He goes to the Priest's house._]
How mayster curate, may I come in
At your chamber dore, without ony syn. 315
SYR JHAN _the Preest_.
Who is there nowe that wolde have me?
What! Johan Johan! what newes with the?
_Johan._ Mary, Syr, to tell you shortly,
My wyfe and I pray you hartely,
And eke desyre you wyth all our myght, 320
That ye wolde come and sup with us to nyght.
_Syr J._ Ye must pardon me, in fayth I ne can.
_Johan._ Yes, I desyre you, good Syr Johan,
Take payne this ones; and, yet at the lest,
If ye wyll do nought at my request, 325
Yet do somewhat for the love of my wyfe.
_Syr J._ I wyll not go, for makyng of stryfe.
But I shall tell the what thou shalte do,
Thou shall tary and sup with me, or thou go.
_Johan._ Wyll ye not go than? why so? 330
I pray you tell me, is there any dysdayne,
Or ony enmyte, betwene you twayne?
_Syr J._ In fayth to tell the, betwene the and me,
She is as wyse a woman as any may be;
I know it well; for I have had the charge B i 335
Of her soule, and serchyd her conscyens at large.
I never knew her but honest and wyse,
Without any yvyll, or any vyce,
Save one faut, I know in her no more,
And because I rebuke her, now and then, therfore, 340
She is angre with me, and hath me in hate;
And yet that that I do, I do it for your welth.
_Johan._ Now God yeld it yow, god master curate,
And as ye do, so send you your helth,
Ywys I am bound to you a plesure. 345
_Syr J._ Yet thou thynkyst amys, peradventure,
That of her body she shuld not be a good woman,
But I shall tell the what I have done, Johan,
For that matter; she and I be somtyme aloft,
And I do lye uppon her, many a tyme and oft, 350
To prove her, yet could I never espy
That ever any dyd worse with her than I.
_Johan._ Syr, that is the lest care I have of nyne,
Thankyd be God, and your good doctryne;
But yf it please you, tell me the matter, 355
And the debate[269] betwene you and her.
_Syr J._ I shall tell the, but thou must kepe secret.
_Johan._ As for that, Syr, I shall not let.
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