University of Virginia Library

SCE. IV.

Enter Philo and 4 Cittizens drunk.
Phil.
Troth we were merry—Is not this better then
Small Beer and Homilies?

1. Cit.
Yes—but methinks
I cannot find my feet.—

2. Cit.
Nor I my head,
But by the noise in't—Now were I a Schollar
Would I confute Philosophy and prove
The world went round.—

3. Cit.
Faith neighbour at this time
I could say somewhat to that point.—

4. Cit.
If so,
It had been roasted to a coal e're now.

Phil.
Or raw, or roasted, what is that to us?

1. Cit.
I, let it round until the spit do crack:
Give me more drink (knocks)
Sirrah, boy, rogue, more drink;

Enter drawer.
Draw.
Anon, Anon Sir:
Speak in the Mitre Christopher—What lack you Gent?

2. Cit.
Some drink you rogue—some drink—And d'you here me?
The best i'the Cellar—We trouble you but seldom.

Draw.
Please you to walk up Gentlemen?

3. Cit.
No we'll take it here.

Draw.
I wait upon you presently Gentlemen.

4. Cit.
I've drunk enough, but I'll be rul'd: whoop Ambrose.
What all-a-mort.—

Claps him on the shoulder.
2. Cit.
I am not satisfy'd,
But as a man would say—how do you?—and so forth.

Phil.
Why what's the matter man? Art thou that Greek
That knockst men under board by scoars, and cry'st
Have y'any more that must be drunkify'd—
Enter Drawer and fils.
Sit out your hand, or hang you—here's this to you.

4. Cit.
I know what troubles him; The Court is broke,
And most of 'um lye leiger in his book:

Phil.
'Tis not all lost; 'twill serve at last for wast paper;
If that be all, give him his drink—filt up.

2. Cit.
What was't—

Phil.
Andronicus his health—

2. Cit.
Away with't.

Leaves some.
Phil.
I must not bare you that—

4. Cit.
Come drink it off
He's a brave person—

2. Cit.
He's a man indeed,
He paid me honestly—Then down it goes,
If it were a mile to bottom—Here's to thee Greg:

3. Citt.
With all my heart—He! kept a Princely house:

(One might have been drunk in his Cellar with a good conscience—it cost a man nothing.)
1. Citt.
The most affable man
I never met; you could not speak to him
But he'd be bare as soon as you.—

4. Citt.
He ow'd me
Some moneys at his banishment—I was paid
And without sending for't: not many Courtiers
Have such good memories.—

3. Citt.
A few such men
Would make Tradesman live.—Bless him say I.

Phil.
So; it begins to work:
(Aside)
Enter two others drunk and singing: Ta! La! La! La! La! La!
Plague o'these fools
To them, a Fidler
They'l put it off agen.—

(Aside)
Fid.

Please you have any musick gentlement?—A dainty
fine, merry, new song—there is none but I and my boy—
Sirrah come forth! Where are you?—I have not lost
you in the crowd? have I?—

Enter a tall well set fellow
Phil.
A pretty Child—chopper.

1, 2, 3, Citt.
I, I, Strike up; strike up

4, 5, 6. Citt.
Scrape rogues, scrape.—

They play
3. Citt.
But shan't we have a song too?

Omnes.
I, I, I, I, I.

Fid.
A merry drinking song and't like your worships?

Omnes.
I, I, I.

he sings—Fill—Fill up &
[Fid.]

1. Citt.
How now Brother—whence came you?—

6. Citt.
Even from where it was—or as a man may say,
The more the merryer—we have been drinking
The best man's health in Europe.—

3. Citt.
Then here's to you
The second best.—

6. Citt.
Who's that?

3. Citt.
Andronicus.

6. Citt.
Twas his I meant.—

5. Citt.
We cannot hav't too oft.

6. Citt.
Come then, away with't.—

(They drink round
Phil.
Now's my only time.
(Aside)
What say you Gentlemen? you all confess
He is a Noble Person.—

Omnes.
As ever liv'd.

1. Citt.
Wise.

3. Citt.
Bounteous.

4. Citt.
Valiant.

2. Citt.
Every thing

5. Citt.
And deserves every thing

6. Citt.
And would he had every thing.

Phil.
Why so; I see
You're understanding men; and may be trusted:
Look over this.—

(He gives them u long roll.)
4. Citt.
Here are a thousand hands.—

Phil.
Yes, ten at least:
I'me sure't'as cost my Lord and me 5 daies
(Aside.)
To scrible their ugly Fists:

2. Cit.
Let's see what is't?

1. Cit.
(Reads)

The humble Petition and Address of
the Citizens and Inhabitants of Constantinople—Sheweth,
&c. Hang't—Give me a pen—I had rather set
my hand to't unsight and unseen, than to trouble my
head to read it over—

Subscribes.
4. Cit.
Sure there can be no hurt in't; there are so many hands to't:

Ph.
You may be sure of that—

3. Cit.
What is it then?

Phil.
Why—you congratulate his safe return,
And pray him he would assist the Emperor;
Alas good Prince, he'll have a heavy trouble of't.

5. Cit.
Assist: hum! That is as much as to say, Assist—or so—

6. Cit.
—I, neighbour I, 'tis plain.

5. Cit.

Not so plain as you make it neither—Give
me the pen—I cannot write; but I can make
a G for John.

3. Cit.

And I a K for Christopher:

6. Cit.

I cannot read, but I can write—when I have
written it, any one may read it.—

(They all subscribe)
(9 others pass the Stage)
2. Cit.
Hoop holy day! What's Hell broke loose? What are you?

Tay.
Tailors, so please you Sir.

2. Cit.
Oh—Tailors—One man set his mark for you all:

Phil.
They look like honest men—Come Gentlemen;
Subscribe, subscribe—

They all subscribe.
Enter a seventh Citizen.
7. Cit.
How now my Masters? Sheering of Hogs?
All cry, and no wooll?
What's the matter?

2. Cit.
Subscribe, subscribe,

Phil.
Nothing but set your hand to Petition:

7. Cit.

For ought I know, it may be Treason twenty
years hence—Not I beloved.

3. Cit.

Not you, why not you? will you be wiser than
the best o'th' Parish?

4. Cit.
And City too—will you?

2. Cit.
Shew him the President's hand there;

7. Citt.
Oh ho—I'm satisfy'd;

Phil.
Come, come, subscribe:

He subscribes.
2. Cit.
But hark you, how shall we get this presented?

Phil.
The President's an honest Gentleman,
And loves the City—I hope he will do't:

2. Cit.
Away—Away—Let's to him,

Omnes.
I, I, I.

Fid.
Please your Worships to remember the Musick:

5. Cit.
Musick you rogue! I'd have made better upon a Gridiron.

1. Cit.
Or I with a Key and Tongs.

2. Cit.
Hang 'um, hang 'um, we have done with 'um:

Phil.
There Sirrah:

Gives him money.
Fid.
I thank your Worship:

3. Cit.

Hold, hold, let him do somewhat for his money
before he goes—Has he subscrib'd?

4, 5, 6. Cit.

No, no, no—he has not yet; but he shall

Fid.

What your Worships please— (Subscribes)
Is
there any more?

4, 5, 6. Cit.

No, no, no, enough, enough, good Mr. Scraper.

Exeunt reeling.