 | The English Moor, or The Mock-Marriage |  |
Scene 2.
Nathaniel. Uincent. Edmond. Buzzard.Boy.
Y'are welcome Gentlemen.
Nat.
Let's ha'good wine, Boy, that must be our welcome.
Boy.
You shall, you shall Sir.
Within.
Ambrose, Ambrose;
Boy.
Here, here, anon, anon, by and by, I come, I come.
Ex.
Jerom, Jerom, draw a quart of the best Canary into the Apollo.
Buz.
This is a language that I have not heard.
You understand it, Gentlemen.
Uin.
So shall you anon master Buzzard.
Buz.
Your friend and Jonathan Buzzard kind gentlemen.
Nat.
What excellent luck had we, friend Buzzard, to
meet with thee, just as thy Master cast thee off.
Buz.
Just Sir, as I was going I know not whither:
And now I am arrived at just I know not where. Tis a
rich room, this. Is it not Goldsmiths hall.
Nat.
It is a Tavern man—And here comes the wine.
Fill boy—and her's to thee friend, a hearty draft to
chear thee—fill again boy—There, drink it off.
Ed.
Off with it man—hang sorrow, chear thy heart.
Buz.
And truly ti's the best chear that ere I tasted.
Uin.
Come tast it better, her's another to thee.
Buz.
—And truly this was better than the first.
Ed.
Then try a third. That may be best of all.
Buz.
—And truly, so it is—how many sorts of wine
May a vintner bring in one pot together?
Nat.
By Bacchus Mr. Buzzard, that's a subtil question.
Buz.
Bacchus! whose that I pray?
Uin.
A great friend of the vintners, and master of their company indeed.
Buz.
I was never in all my life so far in a tavern before.
What comforts have I lost.
Ed.
Now he begins to talk.
Nor ever was in all my two, and twenty years
under that Babilonian Tyrant Quicksands, so far as a Vintners
bar but thrice.
Nat.
But thrice in all that time?
Buz.
Truly but thrice Sir. And the first time was to
fetch a jill of sack for my Master, to make a friend of his
drink, that joyned with him in a purchase of sixteen thousand
pound.
Uin.
I, there was thrift. More wine boy. A pottle and a beer bowl.
Buz.
The second time was for a penny pot of Muscadine,
which he drank all himself with an egge upon his
wedding morning.
Nat.
And to much purpose, it seem'd by his wives running away.
Buz.
The third and last time was for half a pint of sack
upon his wedding night, of later memory; and I shall
nere forget it, that riotous wedding night: when Hell
broke loose, and all the devils danced at our house, which
made my Master mad, whose raving made my mistriss run
away, whose running away was the cause of my turning
away. O me, poor masterless wretch that I am.—
O—
Na.
Hang thy master, here's a full bowl to his confusion.
Buz.
I thank you. Let it come Sir, ha, ha, ha.
Uin.
Think no more of Masters, friends are better then Masters.
Buz.
And you are all my friends kind gentlemen, I
found it before in your money when my Master (whose
confusion I have drunk) took your Mortgages; And now
I find it in your wine. I thank you kind gentlemen still.
O how I love kind Gentlemen.
Nat.
That shewes thou art of gentle blood thy self, friend Buzzard.
Buz.
Yes friend—Shall I call you friend?
All.
By all means, all of us.
Buz.
Why then, all friends, I am a gentleman, though
spoild i'the breeding. The Buzzards are all gentlemen,
French has it) is Beau desert; which signifies—Friends,
what does it signifie?
Uin.
It signifies, that you deserv'd fairly at your masters
hands, like a Gentleman, and a Buzzard as you
were, and he turn'd you away most beastly like
a swine, as he is. And now here is a health to him,
that first finds his wife, and sends her home with a bouncing
boy in her belly for him to father.
Buz.
Ha, ha, ha. Ile pledge that: and then Ile tell you a secret.
Nat.
Well said friend; up with that, and then out with thy secret.
Buz.
I will friend. And tother two friends, here's upon the same.
Ed.
I hope he will shew us a way, out of the bottom
of his bowl to find his Mistresse.
Uin.
This fellow was happily found.
Buz.
This was an excellent draught.
Nat.
But the seeret, friend, out with that, you must
keep no secrets amongst friends.
Buz.
It might prove a shrew'd matter against my mischevious
Master as it may be handled.
Nat.
Hang him cullion, that would turn thee away.
Wee'l help thee to handle it, fear it not.
Buz.
Heark you then all friends. Shall I out with it?
Uin.
What else.
Buz.
Ile first take tother cup, and then out with't altogether—And
now it comes—If my Mistress do bring
him home a bastard, she's but even with him.
Nat.
He has one I warrant. Has he cadzooks?
Buz.
That he has by this most delicate drink. But it
is the Arsivarsiest Aufe that ever crept into the world.
Sure some Goblin got it for him; or chang'd it in the
neast, thats certain.
Nat.
I vow thou utterest brave things. Is't a boy?
It has gone for a boy in short coats and long
coats this seaven and twenty years.
Ed.
An Idiote is it.
Buz.
Yes: A very natural; and goes a thissen; and
looks as old as I do too. And I think if my beard
were off, I could be like him: I have taken great pains
to practise his speech and action to make my self merry
with him in the countrey.
Nat.
Where is he kept, friend, where is he kept.
Buz.
In the further side of Norfolk, where you must never
see him. Tis now a dozen years since his father saw him,
and then he compounded for a sum of mony with an old
man, one Hulverhead, to keep him for his life time; and
he never to hear of him. But I saw him within these three
moneths. We hearken after him, as land-sick heirs do
after their fathers, in hope to hear of his end at last.
Uin.
But heark you, friend, if your beard were off,
could you be like him think you? What if you cut it off,
and to him for a father.
Nat.
Pray thee hold thy peace.
Buz.
My beard, friend, no: My beard's my honour.
Hair is an ornament of honour upon man or woman.
Nat.
Come, come; I know what we will do with
him. Mun knock him down with the other cup. We'l
lay him to sleep; but yet watch and keep him betwixt
hawk and buzzard as he is, till we make excellent sport
with him.
Buz.
Hey ho. I am very sleepy.
Nat.
See he jooks already. Boy shew us a private room:
Boy.
This way, Gentlemen.
Buz.
Down, Plumpton-parke, &c.
They lead Buz. out, and he sings.
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