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[ Enter] O VERREACH, G REEDY, and M ARRALL 1 OVER. Spare for no cost; let my dressers crack with the weight | |
| Of curious viands. | |
| GREEDY. Store indeeds no sore, sir. | |
| OVER. That proverb fits your stomach, Master Greedy. | 4 |
| And let no plate be seen but whats pure gold, | |
| Or such whose workmanship exceeds the matter | |
| That it is made of; let my choicest linen | |
| Perfume the room, and, when we wash, the water, | 8 |
| With precious powders mixd, so please my lord, | |
| That he may with envy wish to bathe so ever. | |
| MAR. Twill be very chargeable. | |
| OVER. Avaunt, you drudge! | 12 |
| Now all my labourd ends are at the stake, | |
| Its a time to think of thrift? Call in my daughter. [Exit MARRALL.] | |
| And, Master Justice, since you love choice dishes, | |
| And plenty of them | 16 |
| GREEDY. As I do, indeed, sir, | |
| Almost as much as to give thanks for em. | |
| OVER. I do confer that providence, 2 with my power | |
| Of absolute command to have abundance, | 20 |
| To your best care. | |
| GREEDY. Ill punctually discharge it, | |
| And give the best directions. Now am I, | |
| In mine own conceit, a monarch; at the least, | 24 |
| Arch-president of the boild, the roast, the bakd; | |
| For which I will eat often, and give thanks | |
| When my bellys bracd up like a drum, and thats pure justice. Exit. | |
| OVER. It must be so. Should the foolish girl prove modest, | 28 |
| She may spoil all; she had it not from me, | |
| But from her mother; I was ever forward, | |
| As she must be, and therefore Ill prepare her. | |
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[Enter] MARGARET Aloneand let your women wait without. | 32 |
| MARG. Your pleasure, sir? | |
| OVER. Ha! this is a neat dressing! | |
| These orient pearls and diamonds well placd too! | |
| The gown affects me not, it should have been | 36 |
| Embroiderd oer and oer with flowers of gold; | |
| But these rich jewels and quaint fashion help it. | |
| And how below? since oft the wanton eye, | |
| The face observd, descends unto the foot, | 40 |
| which being well proportiond, as yours is, | |
| Invites as much as perfect white and red, | |
| Though without art. How like you your new woman, | |
| The Lady Downfalln? | 44 |
| MARG. Well, for a companion; | |
| Not as a servant. | |
| OVER. Is she humble, Meg, | |
| And careful too, her ladyship forgotten? | 48 |
| MARG. I pity her fortune. | |
| OVER. Pity her! trample on her. | |
| I took her up in an old tamin 3 gown, | |
| (Even starvd for want of twopenny chops,) to serve thee; | 52 |
| And if I understand she but repines | |
| To do thee any duty, though neer so servile, | |
| Ill pack her to her knight, where I have lodgd him, | |
| Into the Counter, 4 and there let them howl together. | 56 |
| MARG. You know your own ways; but for me, I blush | |
| When I command her, that was once attended | |
| With persons not inferior to myself | |
| In birth. | 60 |
| OVER. In birth! why, art thou not my daughter, | |
| The blest child of my industry and wealth? | |
| Why, foolish girl, wast not to make thee great | |
| That I have run, and still pursue, those ways | 64 |
| That hale down curses on me, which I mind not? | |
| Part with these humble thoughts, and apt 5 thyself | |
| To the noble state I labour to advance thee; | |
| Or, by my hopes to see thee honourable, | 68 |
| I will adopt a stranger to my heir, | |
| And throw thee from my care. Do not provoke me. | |
| MARG. I will not, sir; mould me which way you please. | |
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Re-enter GREEDY OVER. How! interrupted! | 72 |
| GREEDY. Tis matter of importance. | |
| The cook, sir, is self-willd, and will not learn | |
| From my experience. Theres a fawn brought in, sir, | |
| And, for my life, I cannot make him roast it | 76 |
| With a Norfolk dumpling in the belly of it; | |
| And, sir, we wise men know, without the dumpling | |
| Tis not worth three pence. | |
| OVER. Would it were whole in thy belly, | 80 |
| To stuff it out! Cook it any way; prithee, leave me. | |
| GREEDY. Without order for the dumpling? | |
| OVER. Let it be dumpld | |
| Which way thou wilt; or tell him, I will scald him | 84 |
| In his own caldron. | |
| GREEDY. I had lost my stomach | |
| Had I lost my mistress dumpling; Ill give thanks fort. [Exit.] | |
| OVER. But to our business, Meg; you have heard who dines here? | 88 |
| MARG. I have, sir. | |
| OVER. Tis an honourable man; | |
| A lord, Meg, and commands a regiment | |
| Of soldiers, and, whats rare, is one himself, | 92 |
| A bold and understanding one; and to be | |
| A lord, a and good leader, in one volume, | |
| Is granted unto few but such as rise up | |
| The kingdoms glory. | 96 |
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Re-enter GREEDY GREEDY. Ill resign my office, | |
| If I be not better obeyd. | |
| OVER. Slight, art thou frantic? | |
| GREEDY. Frantic! Twould make me frantic, and stark mad, | 100 |
| Were I not a justice of peace and quorum too, | |
| Which this rebellious cook cares not a straw for. | |
| There are a dozen of woodcocks | |
| OVER. Make thyself | 104 |
| Thirteen, the bakers dozen. | |
| GREEDY. I am contented, | |
| So they may be dressd to my mind; he has found out | |
| A new device for sauce, and will not dish em | 108 |
| With toasts and butter. My father was a tailor, | |
| And my name, though a justice, Greedy Woodcock; | |
| And, ere Ill see my lineage so abusd, | |
| Ill give up my commission. | 112 |
| OVER. [loudly.] Cook!Rogue, obey him! | |
| I have given the word, pray you now remove yourself | |
| To a collar of brawn, 6 and trouble me no further. | |
| GREEDY. I will, and meditate what to eat at dinner. Exit. | 116 |
| OVER. And as I said, Meg, when this gull 7 disturbd us, | |
| This honourable lord, this colonel, | |
| I would have thy husband. | |
| MARG. Theres too much disparity | 120 |
| Between his quality and mine, to hope it. | |
| OVER. I more than hopet, and doubt not to effect it. | |
| Be thou no enemy to thyself, my wealth | |
| Shall weigh his titles down, and make you equals. | 124 |
| Now for the means to assure him thine, observe me: | |
| Remember hes a courtier, and a soldier, | |
| And not to be trifled with; and, therefore, when | |
| He comes to woo you, see you do not coy it: | 128 |
| This mincing modesty has spoild many a match | |
| By a first refusal, in vain after hopd for. | |
| MARG. Youll have me, sir, preserve the distance that | |
| Confines a virgin? | 132 |
| OVER. Virgin me no virgins! | |
| I must have you lose that name, or you lose me. | |
| I will have you privatestart notI say, private; | |
| If thou art my true daughter, not a bastard, | 136 |
| Thou wilt venture alone with one man, though he came | |
| Like Jupiter to Semele, and come off, too; | |
| And therefore, when he kisses you, kiss close. | |
| MARG. I have heard this is the strumpets fashion, sir, | 140 |
| Which I must never learn. | |
| OVER. Learn any thing, | |
| And from any creature that may make thee great; | |
| From the devil himself. | 144 |
| MARG. [Aside.] This is but devilish doctrine! | |
| OVER. Or, if his blood grow hot, suppose he offer | |
| Beyond this, do not you stay till it cool, | |
| But meet his ardour; if a couch be near, | 148 |
| Sit down ont, and invite him. | |
| MARG. In your house, | |
| Your own house, sir! For Heavens sake, what are you then? | |
| Or what shall I be, sir? | 152 |
| OVER. Stand not on form; | |
| Words are no substances. | |
| MARG. Though you could dispense | |
| With your own honour, cast aside religion, | 156 |
| The hopes of Heaven, or fear of hell, excuse me, | |
| In worldly policy, this is not the way | |
| To make me his wife; his whore, I grant it may do. | |
| My maiden honour so soon yielded up, | 160 |
| Nay, prostituted, cannot but assure him | |
| I, that am light to him, will not hold weight | |
| Wheneer 8 tempted by others; so, in judgment, | |
| When to his lust I have given up my honour, | 164 |
| He must and will forsake me. | |
| OVER. How! forsake thee! | |
| Do I wear a sword for fashion? or is this arm | |
| Shrunk up or witherd? Does there live a man | 168 |
| Of that large list I have encounterd with | |
| Can truly say I eer gave inch of ground | |
| Not purchasd with his blood that did oppose me? | |
| Forsake thee when the thing is done! He dares not. | 172 |
| Give me but proof he has enjoyd thy person, | |
| Though all his captains, echoes to his will, | |
| Stood armd by his side to justify the wrong, | |
| And he himself in the head of his bold troop, | 176 |
| Spite of his lordship, and his colonelship, | |
| Or the judges favour, I will make him render | |
| A bloody and a strict account, and force him, | |
| By marrying thee, to cure thy wounded honour! | 180 |
| I have said it. | |
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Re-enter MARRALL MAR. Sir, the man of honours come, | |
| Newly alighted. | |
| OVER. In, without reply; | 184 |
| And do as I command, or thou art lost. Exit MARGARET. | |
| Is the loud music I gave order for | |
| Ready to receive him? | |
| MAR. Tis, sir. | 188 |
| OVER. Let them sound | |
| A princely welcome. [Exit MARRALL.] Roughness awhile leave me; | |
| For fawning now, a stranger to my nature, | |
| Must make way for me. | 192 |
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Loud music. Enter LORD LOVELL, GREEDY, ALLWORTH, and MARRALL LOV. Sir, you meet your trouble. | |
| OVER. What you are pleasd to style so is an honour | |
| Above my worth and fortunes. | |
| ALL. [Aside.] Strange, so humble. | 196 |
| OVER. A justice of peace, my lord. Presents GREEDY to him. | |
| LOV. Your hand, good sir. | |
| GREEDY. [Aside.] This is a lord, and some think this a favour; | |
| But I had rather have my hand in my dumpling. | 200 |
| OVER. Room for my lord. | |
| LOV. I miss, sir, your fair daughter | |
| To crown my welcome. | |
| OVER. May it please my lord | 204 |
| To taste a glass of Greek wine first, and suddenly | |
| She shall attend my lord. | |
| LOV. Youll be obeyd, sir. Exeunt all but OVERREACH. | |
| OVER. Tis to my wish: as soon as come, ask for her! | 208 |
| Why, Meg! Meg Overreach. | |
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[Re-enter MARGARET] How! tears in your eyes | |
| Hah! dry em quickly, or Ill dig em out. | |
| Is this a time to whimper? Meet that greatness | 212 |
| That flies into thy bosom, think what tis | |
| For me to say, My honourable daughter; | |
| And thou, when I stand bare, to say, Put on; | |
| Or, Father, you forget yourself. No more: | 216 |
| But be instructed, or expecthe comes. | |
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Re-enter LORD LOVELL, GREEDY, ALLWORTH, and MARRALL A black-browd girl, my lord, | |
| LOV. As I live, a rare one. They salute. | |
| ALL. [Aside.] Hes taen already: I am lost. | 220 |
| OVER. [Aside.] That kiss | |
| Came twangling off, I like it.Quit the room. [Exeunt all but OVERREACH, LOVELL, and MARGARET. | |
| A little bashful, my good lord, but you, | |
| I hope, will teach her boldness. | 224 |
| LOV. I am happy | |
| In such a scholar: but | |
| OVER. I am past learning, | |
| And therefore leave you to yourselves.Remember. Aside to MARGARET and exit. | 228 |
| LOV. You see, fair lady, your father is solicitous, | |
| To have you change the barren name of virgin | |
| Into a hopeful wife. | |
| MARG. His haste, my lord, | 232 |
| Holds no power oer my will. | |
| LOV. But oer your duty. | |
| MARG. Which forcd too much, may break. | |
| LOV. Bend rather, sweetest. | 236 |
| Think of your years. | |
| MARG. Too few to match with yours: | |
| And choicest fruits too soon pluckd, rot and wither. | |
| LOV. Do you think I am old? | 240 |
| MARG. I am sure I am too young. | |
| LOV. I can advance you. | |
| MARG. To a hill of sorrow, | |
| Where every hour I may expect to fall, | 244 |
| But never hope firm footing. You are noble, | |
| I of a low descent, however rich; | |
| And tissues matchd with scarlet 9 suit but ill. | |
| O, my good lord, I could say more, but that | 248 |
| I dare not trust these walls. | |
| LOV. Pray you, trust my ear then. | |
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Re-enter OVERREACH [behind], listening OVER. Close at it! whispering! this is excellent! | |
| And, by their postures, a consent on both parts. | 252 |
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Re-enter GREEDY behind GREEDY. Sir Giles, Sir Giles! | |
| OVER. The great fiend stop that clapper! | |
| GREEDY. It must ring out, sir, when my belly rings noon. | |
| The bakd-meats are run out, the roasts turnd powder. | 256 |
| OVER. I shall powder you. | |
| GREEDY. Beat me to dust, I care not; | |
| In such a cause as this, Ill die a martyr. | |
| OVER. Marry, and shall, you barathrum 10 of the shambles! Strikes him. | 260 |
| GREEDY. How! strike a justice of peace! Tis petty treason, | |
| Edwardi quinto: but that you are my friend, | |
| I would commit you without bail or mainprize 11 | |
| OVER. Leave your bawling, sir, or I shall commit you | 264 |
| Where you shall not dine-to-day. Disturb my lord, | |
| When he is in discourse! | |
| GREEDY. Ist a time to talk | |
| When we should be munching! | 268 |
| LOV. Hah! I heard some noise | |
| OVER. Mum, villain; vanish! Shall we break a bargain | |
| Almost made up? Thrusts GREEDY off. | |
| LOV. Lady, I understand you, | 272 |
| And rest most happy in your choice, believe it; | |
| Ill be a careful pilot to direct | |
| Your yet uncertain bark to a port of safety. | |
| MARG. So shall your honour save two lives, and bind us | 276 |
| Your slaves for ever. | |
| LOV. I am in the act rewarded, | |
| Since it is good; howeer, you must put on | |
| An amorous carriage towards me to delude | 280 |
| Your subtle father. | |
| MARG. I am prone to that. | |
| LOV. Now break we off our conference.Sir Giles! | |
| Where is Sir Giles? [OVERREACH comes forward.] | 284 |
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Re-enter ALLWORTH, MARRALL, and GREEDY OVER. My noble lord; and how | |
| Does your lordship find her? | |
| LOV. Apt, Sir Giles, and coming; | |
| And I like her the better. | 288 |
| OVER. So do I too. | |
| LOV. Yet should we take forts at the first assault, | |
| Twere poor in the defendant; I must confirm her | |
| With a love-letter or two, which I must have | 292 |
| Deliverd by my page, and you give way tot. | |
| OVER. With all my soul:a towardly gentleman! | |
| Your hand, good Master Allworth; know my house | |
| Is ever open to you. | 296 |
| ALL. [Aside.] Twas shut till now. | |
| OVER. Well done, well done, my honourable daughter! | |
| Thourt so already. Know this gentle youth, | |
| And cherish him, my honourable daughter. | 300 |
| MARG. I shall, with my best care. Noise within, as of a coach. | |
| OVER. A coach! | |
| GREEDY. More stops | |
| Before we go to dinner! O my guts! | 304 |
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Enter LADY ALLWORTH and WELLBORN L. ALL. If I find welcome, | |
| You share in it; if not, Ill back again, | |
| Now I know your ends; for I come armd for all | |
| Can be objected. | 308 |
| LOV. How! the Lady Allworth! | |
| OVER. And thus attended! LOVELL salutes LADY ALLWORTH, LADY ALLWORTH salutes MARGARET. | |
| MAR. No, I am a dolt! | |
| The spirit of lies had entred me! | 312 |
| OVER. Peace, Patch; 12 | |
| Tis more than wonder! an astonishment | |
| That does possess me wholly! | |
| LOV. Noble lady, | 316 |
| This is a favor, to prevent 13 my visit, | |
| The service of my life can never equal. | |
| L. ALL. My lord, I laid wait for you, and much hopd | |
| You would have made my poor house your first inn: | 320 |
| And therefore doubting that you might forget me, | |
| Or too long dwell here, having such ample cause, | |
| In this unequalld beauty, for your stay, | |
| And fearing to trust any but myself | 324 |
| With the relation of my service to you, | |
| I borrowd so much from my long restraint | |
| And took the air in person to invite you. | |
| LOV. Your bounties are so great, they rob me, madam, | 328 |
| Of words to give you thanks. | |
| L. ALL. Good Sir Giles Overreach. Salutes him. | |
| How dost thou, Marrall? Likd you my meat so ill, | |
| Youll dine no more with me? | 332 |
| GREEDY. I will, when you please, | |
| And it like 14 your ladyship. | |
| L. ALL. When you please, Master Greedy; | |
| If meat can do it, you shall be satisfied. | 336 |
| And now, my lord, pray take into your knowledge | |
| This gentleman; howeer his outsides coarse. Presents WELLBORN. | |
| His inward linings are as fine and fair | |
| As any mans; wonder not I speak at large: | 340 |
| And howsoeer his humour carries him | |
| To be thus accoutred, or what taint soever, | |
| For his wild life, hath stuck upon his fame, | |
| He may, ere long, with boldness, rank himself | 344 |
| With some that have contemnd him. Sir Giles Overreach, | |
| If I am welcome, bid him so. | |
| OVER. My nephew! | |
| He has been too long a stranger. Faith you have, | 348 |
| Pray let it be mended. LOVELL confers aside with WELLBORN. | |
| MAR. Why, sir, what do you mean? | |
| This is rogue Wellborn, monster, prodigy, | |
| That should hang or drown himself; no man of worship, | 352 |
| Much less your nephew. | |
| OVER. Well, sirrah, we shall reckon | |
| For this hereafter. | |
| MAR. Ill not lose my jeer, | 356 |
| Though I be beaten dead fort. | |
| WELL. Let my silence plead | |
| In my excuse, my lord, till better leisure | |
| Offer itself to hear a full relation | 360 |
| Of my poor fortunes. | |
| LOV. I would hear, and help em. | |
| OVER. Your dinner waits you. | |
| LOV. Pray you lead, we follow. | 364 |
| L. ALL. Nay, you are my guest; come, dear Master Wellborn. Exeunt all but GREEDY. | |
| GREEDY. Dear Master Wellborn! so she said; Heaven! Heaven! | |
| If my belly would give me leave, I could ruminate | |
| All day on this: I have granted twenty warrants | 368 |
| To have him committed, from all prisons in the shire, | |
| To Nottingham gaol; and now, Dear Master Wellborn! | |
| And, My good nephew!but I play the fool | |
| To stand here prating, and forget my dinner. | 372 |
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Re-enter MARRALL Are they set, Marrall? | |
| MAR. Long since; pray you a word, sir. | |
| GREEDY. No wording now. | |
| MAR. In troth, I must, My master, | 376 |
| Knowing you are his good friend, makes bold with you, | |
| And does entreat you, more guests being come in | |
| Than he expected, especially his nephew, | |
| The table being full too, you would excuse him, | 380 |
| And sup with him on the cold meat. | |
| GREEDY. How! no dinner, | |
| After all my care? | |
| MAR. Tis but a penance for | 384 |
| A meal; besides, you broke your fast. | |
| GREEDY. That was | |
| But a bit to stay my stomach. A man in commission | |
| Give place to a tatterdemalion! | 388 |
| MAR. No bug 15 words, sir; | |
| Should his worship hear you | |
| GREEDY. Lose my dumpling too, | |
| And butterd toasts, and woodcocks! | 392 |
| MAR. Come, have patience. | |
| If you will dispense a little with your worship, | |
| And sit with the waiting women, youll have dumpling, | |
| Woodcock, and butterd toasts too. | 396 |
| GREEDY. This revives me: | |
| I will gorge there sufficiently. | |
| MAR. This is the way, sir. Exeunt. | |