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Thomas Otway: The Best Plays of the Old Dramatists
Otway, Thomas
English drama -- 17th century; Otway, Thomas, 1652-1685
_Cour._ Heigho! heigho! Ha! where am I? Was I drunk or no,
last night? Something leaning that way. But where the devil am
I? sincerely in a bawdy-house: faugh! what a smell of sin is
here! Let me look about; if there be ever a Geneva Bible or
a _Practice of Piety_ in the room, I am sure I have guessed
right. What's the matter now? tied fast! bound too! What tricks
have I played to come into this condition? I have lighted into
the territories of some merrily-disposed chambermaid or other;
and she in a witty fit, forsooth, hath trussed me up thus: has
she pinned no rags to my tail, or chalked me upon the back,
trow? Would I had her mistress here at a venture!
_Enter_ SYLVIA _and_ Maid.
_Sylv._ What would you do with her, my enchanted knight, if you
had her? you are too sober for her by this time: next time you
get drunk, you may perhaps venture to scale her balcony like a
valiant captain as you are.
_Cour._ Hast thou done this, my dear destruction? and am I in
thy limbo? I must confess, when I am in my beer, my courage
does run away with me now and then; but let me loose, and thou
shalt see what a gentle humble animal thou hast made me. Fie
upon't! what, tie me up like an ungovernable cur to the frame
of a table! let, let thy poor dog loose, that he may fawn and
make much of thee a little.
_Sylv._ What, with those paws which you have been ferreting
Moor-fields withal, and are very dirty still? After you have
been daggling[48] yourself abroad for prey, and can meet with
none, you come sneaking hither for a crust, do you?
_Maid._ Shall I fetch the whip and the bell, madam, and slash
him for his roguery soundly?
_Cour._ Indeed, indeed! Do you long to be ferking[49] of man's
flesh, madam flea-trap? Does the chaplain of the family use you
to the exercise, that you are so ready for it?
_Sylv._ If you should be let loose, and taken into favour now,
you would be for rambling again so soon as you had got your
liberty.
_Cour._ Do but try me, and if ever I prove recreant more, let
me be beaten and used like a dog in good earnest.
_Sylv._ Promise to grant me but one request, and it shall be
done.
_Cour._ Hear me but swear.
_Sylv._ That anybody may do ten thousand times a-day.
_Cour._ Upon the word of a gentleman; nay, as I hope to get
money in pocket.
_Sylv._ There I believe him, lelely.[50] You'll keep your word,
you say?
_Cour._ If I don't, hang me up in that wench's old garters.
_Sylv._ See, sir, you have your freedom. [_Unbinds him._
_Cour._ Well, now name the price; what I must pay for't?
_Sylv._ You know, sir, considering our small acquaintance, you
have been pleased to talk to me very freely of love-matters.
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