Cynthia's Revels by Ben Jonson
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3 CHILD. Stay; you shall see me do another now: but a more sober,
or better-gather'd gallant; that is, as it may be thought, some friend, or well-wisher to the house: and here I enter. 1 CHILD. What? upon the stage too? 2 CHILD. Yes; and I step forth like one of the children, and ask you. Would you have a stool sir? 3 CHILD. A stool, boy! 2 CHILD. Ay, sir, if you'll give me sixpence, I'll fetch you one. 3 CHILD. For what, I pray thee? what shall I do with it? 2 CHILD. O lord, sir! will you betray your ignorance so much? why throne yourself in state on the stage, as other gentlemen use, sir. 3 CHILD. Away, wag; what would'st thou make an implement of me? 'Slid, the boy takes me for a piece of perspective, I hold my life, or some silk curtain, come to hang the stage here! Sir crack, I am none of your fresh pictures, that use to beautify the decayed dead arras in a public theatre. 2 CHILD. 'Tis a sign, sir, you put not that confidence in your good clothes, and your better face, that a gentleman should do, sir. But I pray you sir, let me be a suitor to you, that you will quit our stage then, and take a place; the play is instantly to begin. |
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