Satiro-Mastix; or, the Vntrussing of the Humorous PoetDekker, Thomas
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Satiro-Mastix; or, the Vntrussing of the Humorous Poet
Dekker, Thomas
Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637
|750| _Sir Vaugh._ And Master Captaine Tucca sayd wisely too, loue is a
Rebato indeede: a Rebato must be poaked; now many women weare Rebatoes,
and many that weare Rebatoes----
_Sir Adam._ Must be poakt.
_Sir Vau._ Sir Adam Prickshaft has hit the cloute.
_Musicke._
|755| _Sir qui._ The Musicke speakes to vs, we’ll haue a daunce before
dinner.
_Enter_ Sir Walter Terrill, Cælestine, Blunt, Crispinus, _and_
Demetrius, _euery one with a Lady_.
_All._ The King’s at hand.
|760| _Ter._ Father the King’s at hand.
Musicke talke lowder, that thy siluer voice,
May reach my Soueraignes eares.
_Sir Vaug._ I pray doe so, Musitions bestir your fingers, that you may
haue vs all by the eares.
|765| _Sir quin._ His Grace comes, a Hall varlets, where be my men?
blow, blow your colde Trumpets till they sweate; tickle them till they
sound agen.
_Blun._ Best goe meete his Grace.
_All._ Agreed.
|770| _Sir Vaug._ Pray all stand bare, as well men as women: Sir Adam
is best you hide your head for feare your wise braines take key-colde:
on afore Sir Kintilian; Sentlemen fall in before the Ladyes, in seemely
order and fashion; so this is comelye.
_Enter Trumpets sounding, they goe to the doore, and meete the King and
|775| his Traine, and whilst the Trumpets sound the King is welcom’d,
kisses the Bride, and honors the Bridegroome in dumbe shew._
_King._ Nay if your pleasures shrinke at sight of vs,
We shall repent this labour, Mistris Bride
You that for speaking but one word to day,
|780| Must loose your head at night; you that doe stand
Taking your last leaue of virginity;
You that being well begun, must not be Maide:
Winne you the Ladies, I the men will wooe,
Our selfe will leade my blushing Bride with you.
|785| _Sir Vaughan._ God blesse your Maiesty, and send you to be a long
King William Rufus ouer vs, when he sees his times & pleasures.
_King._ Wee thanke you good Sir Vaughan, wee will take your meaning not
your words.
|790| _Sir quint._ Lowde Musicke there.
_Sir Vau._ I am glad your Maiesty will take any thing at my hands; my
words I trust in Sesu, are spoken betweene my soule and body together,
and haue neither Felonies nor treasons about them, I hope.
|795| _King._ Good words Sir Vaughan, I prethee giue vs leaue.
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