English drama -- Early modern and Elizabethan, 1500-1600; Heywood, Thomas, approximately 1574-1641
Clown.
If ever I knew what belongs to these cases, or yet know what they
mean; if ever I used any plain dealing, or were ever worth such a
jewel, would I might die like a beggar! If ever I were so far read
in my grammar as to know what an interjection is, or a conjunction
copulative, would I might never have good of my _qui quæ quod_!
Why, do you think, madam, I have no more care of myself, being but a
stripling, than to go to it at these years? Flesh and blood cannot
endure it; I shall even spoil one of the best faces in Rome with
crying at your unkindness.
Lucrece.
I ha’ done. See if you can spy your lord returning from the court,
and give me notice what strangers he brings home with him.
Clown.
Yes, I’ll go: but see, kind man, he saves me a labour.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE V.--_Outside the House of_ Collatine.
_Enter_ Collatine, Valerius, Horatius, _and_ Scevola.
Horatius.
Come, Valerius, let’s hear, in our way to the house of Collatine,
that you went late hammering of concerning the taverns in Rome.
Valerius.
Only this, Horatius.
[_Sings_.] The gentry to the King’s Head,
The nobles to the Crown,
The knights unto the Golden Fleece,
And to the Plough the clown;
The churchman to the Mitre,
The shepherd to the Star,
The gardener hies him to the Rose,
To the Drum the man of war;
To the Feathers ladies you; the Globe
The sea-man doth not scorn;
The usurer to the Devil, and
The townsman to the Horn;
The huntsman to the White Hart,
To the Ship the merchants go;
But you that do the Muses love
The sign called River Po.
The banquerout to the World’s End,
The fool to the Fortune hie;
Unto the Mouth the oyster-wife,
The fiddler to the Pie,
The punk unto the Cockatrice,
The drunkard to the Vine,
The beggar to the Bush, then meet
And with Duke Humphrey dine.[5.33]
_Enter_ Lucrece _and_ Clown.
Collatine.
Fair Lucrece, I ha’ brought these lords from court
To feast with thee. [_To_ Clown] Sirrah, prepare us dinner.
[_Exit_ Clown.
Lucrece.
My lord is welcome, so are all his friends.
The news at court, lords?
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