I would vouchsafe to let him use my sword,To cut off the Stags head.Brun.Will you hear that?Bawdb.This Lye bears a similitude of Truth.Prot.I ever courteous, (a great weakness in me)Granted his humble suit.Mart.Oh impudence!Thier.This change is excellent.Mart.A word with you,Deny it not, I was that man disguis'd,You know my temper, and as you respectA daily cudgeling for one whole year,Without a second pulling by the ears,Or tweaks by th' nose, or the most precious balmYou us'd of patience, patience do you mark me,Confess before these Kings with what base fearThou didst deliver it.Prot.Oh, I sh[all] burst,And if I have not instant libertyTo tear this fellow limb by limb, the wrongWill break my heart, althoughHerculean,And somewhat bigger; there's my gage, pray you he[re],Let me redeem my credit.Thier.Ha, ha, forbear.Mart.Pray you let me take it up, and if I do not,Against all odds of Armor and of Weapons,With this make him confess it on his kneesCut off my head.Prot.No, that's my office.Bawdb.Fie, you take the Hangmans place.Ordel.Nay, good my LordLet me attone this difference, do not sufferOur bridal night to be the Centaurs Feast.[You are] a Knight, and bound by oath to grantAll just suits unto Ladies; for my sakeForget your suppos'd wrong.Prot.Well let him thank you,For your sake he shall live, perhaps a day,And may be, on submission longer.Theod.NayMartel[l]you must be patient.Mart.I am yours,And this slave shall be once more mine.Thier.Sit all;One health, and so to bed, for I too longDeferr my choicest delicates.Brun.Which if poisonHave any power, thou shalt likeTantalusBehold and never taste, be careful.Lecu.Fear not.Brun.Though it be rare in our Sex, yet for onceI will begin a health.Thier.Let it come freely.Brun.Lecure, the cup; here to the son we hopeThis night shall be an Embrion.Thier.You have nam'dA blessing that I most desir'd, I pledge you;Give me a larger cup, that is too littleUnto so great a god.Brun.Nay, then you wrong me,Follow as I began.Thier.Well as you please.Brun.Is't done?Lecu.Unto your wish I warrant you,For this night I durst trust him with my Mother.Thier.So 'tis gone round, lights.Brun.Pray you use my service.Ordel.'Tis that which I shall ever owe you, Madam,And must have none from you, pray [you] pardon me.Thier.Good rest to all.Theod.And to [you] pleasant labour.Mart[ell]Your company, Madam, good night.
I would vouchsafe to let him use my sword,To cut off the Stags head.
Brun.Will you hear that?
Bawdb.This Lye bears a similitude of Truth.
Prot.I ever courteous, (a great weakness in me)Granted his humble suit.
Mart.Oh impudence!
Thier.This change is excellent.
Mart.A word with you,Deny it not, I was that man disguis'd,You know my temper, and as you respectA daily cudgeling for one whole year,Without a second pulling by the ears,Or tweaks by th' nose, or the most precious balmYou us'd of patience, patience do you mark me,Confess before these Kings with what base fearThou didst deliver it.
Prot.Oh, I sh[all] burst,And if I have not instant libertyTo tear this fellow limb by limb, the wrongWill break my heart, althoughHerculean,And somewhat bigger; there's my gage, pray you he[re],Let me redeem my credit.
Thier.Ha, ha, forbear.
Mart.Pray you let me take it up, and if I do not,Against all odds of Armor and of Weapons,With this make him confess it on his kneesCut off my head.
Prot.No, that's my office.
Bawdb.Fie, you take the Hangmans place.
Ordel.Nay, good my LordLet me attone this difference, do not sufferOur bridal night to be the Centaurs Feast.[You are] a Knight, and bound by oath to grantAll just suits unto Ladies; for my sakeForget your suppos'd wrong.
Prot.Well let him thank you,For your sake he shall live, perhaps a day,And may be, on submission longer.
Theod.NayMartel[l]you must be patient.
Mart.I am yours,And this slave shall be once more mine.
Thier.Sit all;One health, and so to bed, for I too longDeferr my choicest delicates.
Brun.Which if poisonHave any power, thou shalt likeTantalusBehold and never taste, be careful.
Lecu.Fear not.
Brun.Though it be rare in our Sex, yet for onceI will begin a health.
Thier.Let it come freely.
Brun.Lecure, the cup; here to the son we hopeThis night shall be an Embrion.
Thier.You have nam'dA blessing that I most desir'd, I pledge you;Give me a larger cup, that is too littleUnto so great a god.
Brun.Nay, then you wrong me,Follow as I began.
Thier.Well as you please.
Brun.Is't done?
Lecu.Unto your wish I warrant you,For this night I durst trust him with my Mother.
Thier.So 'tis gone round, lights.
Brun.Pray you use my service.
Ordel.'Tis that which I shall ever owe you, Madam,And must have none from you, pray [you] pardon me.
Thier.Good rest to all.
Theod.And to [you] pleasant labour.Mart[ell]Your company, Madam, good night.
[Exeunt all butBrunhalt, Protal, Lecure, Bawdber.
Brun.Nay, you have cause to blush, but I will hide it,And what's more, I forgive you; is't not pityThat thou that art the first to enter combateWith any Woman, and what is more, o'ercome her,In which she is best pleas'd, should be so [fearefull]To meet a man.Prot.Why would you have me loseThat bloud that is dedicated to your serviceIn any other quarrel?Brun.No, reserve it,As I will study to preserve thy credit:You sirrah, be't your care to find out oneThat is poor, though valiant, that at any rateWill, to redeem my servants reputation,Receive a publique baffling.Bawdb.Would your HighnessWere pleas'd to inform me better of your purpose.Brun.Why one, Sir, that would thus be box'dOr kick'd, do you apprehend me now?Bawdb.I feel you Madam,The man that shall receive this from my Lord,Shall have a thousand crowns.Pro.He shall.Bawdb.BesidesHis day of bastinadoing past o'er,He shall not lose your grace, nor your good favour?Brun.That shall make way to it.Bawdb.It must be a manOf credit in the Court, that is to beThe foil unto your v[a]lour.Prot.True, it should.Bawdb.And if he have place there, 'tis not the worse.Brun.'Tis much the better.Bawdb.If he be a Lord,'Twill be the greater grace.Brun.Thou art in the right.Bawdb.Why then behold that valiant man and Lord,That for your sake will take a cudgeling:For be assur'd, when it is spread abroadThat you have dealt with me, they'll give you outFor one of the Nine Worthies.Brun.Out you pandar,Why, to beat thee is only exerciseFor such as do affect it, lose not timeIn vain replies, but do it: come my solaceLet us to bed, and our desires once quench'dWe'll there determine ofTheodoretsdeathFor he's the Engine us'd to ruin us;Yet one wor[d] more,Lecure, art thou assur'dThe potion will work?Lecure.My life upon it.Brun.Come myProtaldye, then glut me withThose best delights of man, that are deny'dTo her that does expect them, being a Bride.
Brun.Nay, you have cause to blush, but I will hide it,And what's more, I forgive you; is't not pityThat thou that art the first to enter combateWith any Woman, and what is more, o'ercome her,In which she is best pleas'd, should be so [fearefull]To meet a man.
Prot.Why would you have me loseThat bloud that is dedicated to your serviceIn any other quarrel?
Brun.No, reserve it,As I will study to preserve thy credit:You sirrah, be't your care to find out oneThat is poor, though valiant, that at any rateWill, to redeem my servants reputation,Receive a publique baffling.
Bawdb.Would your HighnessWere pleas'd to inform me better of your purpose.
Brun.Why one, Sir, that would thus be box'dOr kick'd, do you apprehend me now?
Bawdb.I feel you Madam,The man that shall receive this from my Lord,Shall have a thousand crowns.
Pro.He shall.
Bawdb.BesidesHis day of bastinadoing past o'er,He shall not lose your grace, nor your good favour?
Brun.That shall make way to it.
Bawdb.It must be a manOf credit in the Court, that is to beThe foil unto your v[a]lour.
Prot.True, it should.
Bawdb.And if he have place there, 'tis not the worse.
Brun.'Tis much the better.
Bawdb.If he be a Lord,'Twill be the greater grace.
Brun.Thou art in the right.
Bawdb.Why then behold that valiant man and Lord,That for your sake will take a cudgeling:For be assur'd, when it is spread abroadThat you have dealt with me, they'll give you outFor one of the Nine Worthies.
Brun.Out you pandar,Why, to beat thee is only exerciseFor such as do affect it, lose not timeIn vain replies, but do it: come my solaceLet us to bed, and our desires once quench'dWe'll there determine ofTheodoretsdeathFor he's the Engine us'd to ruin us;Yet one wor[d] more,Lecure, art thou assur'dThe potion will work?
Lecure.My life upon it.
Brun.Come myProtaldye, then glut me withThose best delights of man, that are deny'dTo her that does expect them, being a Bride.