The Antipodes A Comedie |
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 | The Antipodes |  |
Scene 2.
Enter a yong Gentleman, and an old Serving-man.Gent.
Boy—Boy.
Ser.
Sir.
Gent.
Here take my Cloake.
Per.
Boy did he say?
Doct.
Yes sir, old servants are
But Boyes to Masters, be they nere so young.
Gent.
Tis heavy, and I sweat.
Ser.
Take mine, and keepe you warme then,
Ile weare yours.
Gent.
Out you Varlet,
Dost thou obscure it, as thou meantst to pawne it?
Is this a Cloake unworthy of the light?
Publish it sirrah:—oh presumptuous slave,
Display it on one arme—oh ignorance!
Ser.
Pray load your Asse your selfe, as you would have it.
Gent.
Nay prethee be not angry: Thus, and now
Be sure you bear't at no such distance; but
As't may be knowne appendix to this booke.
Per.
This custome I have seene with us.
Doct.
Yes, but
It was deriv'd from the Antipodes.
Maid.
It is a dainty creature, and my blood
Rebells against the spirit: I must speake to him.
Ser.
Sir here's a Gentlewoman makes towards you.
Gent.
Me? she's deceiv'd, I am not for her mowing.
Maid.
Faire sir, may you vouchsafe my company?
Gent.
No truly, I am none of those you look for.
The way is broad enough, unhand me pray you.
Maid.
Pray sir be kinder to a lasse that loves you.
Gent.
Some such there are, but I am none of those.
Come, this is but a Coppy of your Counterance,
I ha knowne you better than you thinke I doe.
Gent.
What ha you knowne me for?
Maid.
I knew you once
For halfe a peece I take it.
Gent.
You are deceiv'd
The whole breadth of your nose, I scorne it.
Maid.
Come be not coy, but send away your servant,
And let me gi' you a pint of wine.
Gent.
Pray keepe
Your courtesie, I can bestow the wine
Vpon my selfe, if I were so dispos'd,
To drinke in Tavernes; fah.
Maid.
Let me bestow't
Vpon you at your lodging then; and there
Be civilly merry.
Gent.
Which if you doe,
My wife shall thanke you for it; but your better
Course is to seeke one fitter for your turne,
You'll lose your aime in me; and I befriend you
To tell you so.
Maid.
Gip gaffer Shotten, fagh,
Take that for your coy Counsell.
Kicks.
Gent.
Helpe, oh helpe.
Ser.
What meane you gentlewoman?
Maid.
That to you sir.
Kicks.
Gent.
O murther, murther.
Ser.
Peace good Master,
And come away. Some Cowardly Jade I warrant,
That durst not strike a woman.
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