A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 8 by Various
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to respect times and seasons: if a man be drinking with good fellows
late, he must come home for fear the gates be shut: when I am in my warm bed, I must rise to prayers, because the bell rings. I like no such foolish customs. Actors, bring now a black jack and a rundlet of Rhenish wine, disputing of the antiquity of red noses: let the Prodigal Child[41] come in in his doublet and hose all greasy, his shirt hanging forth, and ne'er a penny in his purse, and talk what a fine thing it is to walk summerly, or sit whistling under a hedge, and keep hogs. Go forward, in grace and virtue to proceed, but let us have no more of these grave matters. SUM. Vertumnus, will Sol come before us? VER. Sol, Sol; _ut, re, mi, fa, sol_![42] Come to church, while the bell toll. _Enter_ SOLSTITIUM _very richly attired, with a noise of musicians before him_. SUM. Ay, marry, here comes majesty in pomp, Resplendent Sol, chief planet of the heavens! He is our servant, looks he ne'er so big. SOL. My liege, what crav'st thou at thy vassal's hands? SUM. Hypocrisy, how it can change his shape! How base is pride from his own dunghill put! How I have rais'd thee, Sol. I list not tell, Out of the ocean of adversity, To sit in height of honour's glorious heaven, |
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