A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 3 by Various
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from believing them; if a Jester, she cood have much more ridiculous
jests then his of twenty fooles, that followed the Court; and told him she had as lieve be courted with a brush faggot as with a Frenchman, that spent it selfe all in sparkes, and would sooner fire ones chimney then warme the house, and that such sparkes were good enough yet to set thatcht dispositions a fire, but hers was tild with sleight, and respected them as sleightly. _Goos_. Why so Captaine, and yet you talke of your great Frenchmen; [would] to God little England had never knowne them _I_ may say. _Foul_. What's the matter sir _Gyles_? are you out of love with Frenchmen now of a sodaine? _Goos_. Slydd Captaine, wood not make one, Ile be sworne? Ile be sworne, they tooke away a mastie Dogge of mine by commission: now I thinke on't, makes my teares stand in my eyes with griefe, I had rather lost the dearest friend that ever _I_ lay withall in my life be this light; never stir if he fought not with great _Sekerson_[28] foure hours to one, foremost take up hindmost, and tooke so many loaves from him, that he sterud him presently: So at last the dog cood doe no more then a Beare cood doe, and the beare being heavie with hunger you know, fell upon the Dogge, broke his backe, and the Dogge never stird more. _Rud_. Why thou saist the Frenchmen tooke him away. _Goos_. Frenchmen, _I_, so they did too, but yet, and he had not bin kild, twood nere a greevd me. _Foul_. O excellent unity of speech. |
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