The Puritan Widow (Folio 3, 1664)
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Enter Captain Idle at one door, and old Souldier
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at the other.
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George Pye-board speaking within.
¶Pye. Pray turn the key.
¶Skir. Turn the key I pray?
¶O my friends!Entring.
¶Y'are welcome to a smelling Room here? you newly
395Who though departed, leave their sents behind 'em,
¶Skir. Captain, what do you lie in for? is't great?
400what's your offence?
¶Cap. Faith, my offence is ordinary,--common, a
¶High-way, and I fear me my penalty will be ordinary
¶and common too, a Halter.
405But I'le shift for thy life.
¶I'le tell you---Silver flow'd not with me, as it had done,
¶(for now the tide runs to Bawds and Flatterers) I had a
¶had about him but the poor purchase of ten groats: not-
¶led Souldiers, that I fear me I shall dance after their pipe
415for't.
¶so great.
420Tobacco about you?
¶Skir. I think I have thereabouts about me!
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Captain blows a pipe.
¶Cap. Here's a clean Gentlman too, to receive.
¶Cor. Keeper, let the key be turn'd.
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Corporal and Nicholas within.
430Pye. Skir. Corporal.
¶fool here?
¶and I was very glad on't, that it was no worse.
¶Cap. This is a double torture now,---this fool by th'
¶book doth vex me more then my imprisonment. What
440meant you, Corporal, to hook him hither?
¶I'le make him do't.
¶Devil, then good from a Puritan. I'le look for relief from
¶him, when Lucifer is restor'd to his bloud, and in Hea-
¶ven again.
¶left ear burns most tyrannically.
¶Pye. Captain Idle? what's he there? he looks like a
¶Monkey upward, and a Crane downward.
455God for him.
¶thou shalt e'en change cloathes with him, and leave him
¶here, and so---
460he will be damn'd ere he do me so much good; why I
¶know a more proper, a more handsome device then that,
¶face?
465shall be acquainted with him again, I hope.
¶Skir. Look! what ridiculous Raptures take hold of his
¶wrinckles.
¶Captain?
¶eares then those in Malt-lofts.
¶that; nere talk forder on't, the fool will be hang'd ere
475he do't.
¶Cor. Pax, I'le thump'im to't.
¶him bluntly.
485you already.
¶Cap. I, that's the hell on't, I would he would offer it
¶wisely.
¶Cap.I have took note of thy fleers a good while, if
490thou art minded to do me good? as thou gap'st upon me
¶comfortably, and giv'st me charitable faces; which indeed
¶Cap. I know it to be worth three hundred Crowns,
¶and with the half of that, I can buy my life at a Bro-
¶kers, at second hand, which now lies in pawn to the
¶Law, if this thou refuse to do, being
easie and nothing
500dangerous, in that thou art held in good opinion of thy
¶life at no price, and these thy broken and unjoynted
¶offers, are but only created in thy lip, now born, and
¶nere be said, that Nicholas Saint Tantlings committed
¶Bird-lime!
¶Cap. Nay, I told you as much, did I not? though he
510be a Puritan, yet he will be a true man.
¶not steal.
¶and help him in extremities.
515Nic. Mass I think it be indeed; in what Chapter's
¶that, Cousin?
520Cap. No, I know twas torn out of thy Book, and that
¶makes so little in thy heart.
¶man ifaith; the Captain loving you so dearly, I, like the
¶Pomwater of his eye, & you to be so uncomfortable, fie, fie.
¶that I can do; had it been to rob, I would ha don't, but I
530why wilt thou Nim it from him?
¶Nic. That I will.
¶Pye. Why enough, Bully; he will be content with that,
¶or he shall ha none; let me alone with him now, Cap-
¶tain, I ha dealt with your Kinsman in a corner; a good,
535--kind-natur'd fellow, me thinks: go to, you shall not
¶the Chain from him, but to do you a pleasure, he will nim
¶it from him.
¶I must be contented with that.
¶Cor. Here's no notable gullery?
545we'll have only but a help and a mirth on't, the Knight
¶the way some one or two dayes.
¶Pye. For I have a farder reach, to profit us better, by
¶the Chain, do but convey it out at a back-door into the
555know how to wind Captain Idle out of prison, the Knight
¶thanks on both hands.
¶Nic. That were rare indeed la, pray let me know how.
¶Nic. An Actor? O no, that's a Player? and our Par-
¶they brought him drunk upo'th'Stage once,--as he will be
565horribly drunk.
¶Pye. Why as an Intermedler then?
¶Nic. I, that, that.
¶Pye. Give me audience then; when the old Knight thy
570Master has rag'd his fill for the loss of the Chain, tell him
¶the Devil himself is French Lackey to him, and runs
¶bare-headed by his horse-----belly (when he has
575ty to fetch his Chain, though 'twere hid under a mine
¶of Sea-coal, and ne're make Spade or Pick-axe his
¶Kinsman indeed.
580Cor. A dainty Bully.
¶and hang it in the Rosemary banck, but I bear that mind,
585Cousin, I would not Steal any thing, me thinks, for mine
¶own Father.
¶Skir. He bears a good mind in that, Captain.
¶Cor. In troth he does.
Exit Nicholas.
¶quite it..
¶Cap. I, is not that a fine fool, Corporal?
¶But George, thou talk'st of Art and Conjuring,
¶How shall that be?
¶Pyb. Puh, be't not in your care,
600Leave that to me and my directions;
¶Well, Captain, doubt not thy delivery now,
¶E'en with the vantage, man, to gain by Prison,
¶As my thoughts prompt me: hold on brain and plot,
¶I aim at many cunning far events,
605All which I doubt not to hit at length,
¶Captain be merry.
¶Cap. Who I? Kerry merry Buffe-Jerkin.
610knit strong in another, --Corporal Oath.
¶Cor. Hoh Bully!
¶task for you both.
¶Skir. Lay't upon George Pye-bord.
615Corp. What e're it be, we'll manage it.
¶Pye. I would have you two maintain a quarrell before
¶the Lady Widdowes door, and draw your Swords ith'edge
¶Corp. Fuh.
620Let us alone to make our Blades ring noon,
¶Though it be after supper.
¶Pye. I know you can;
¶belief--and, Captain, to countenance my device the bet-
625ter, and grace my words to the Widow, I have a good
¶plain Sattin Sute, that I had of a young Reveller tother
¶night, for words pass not regarded now a dayes, unless they
¶come from a good suit of cloathes, which the Fates and my
¶wits have bestowed upon me. Well, Captain Idle, if I
630did not highly love thee, I would ne're be seen within
¶upon a mans Jack.
635Capt. True, George?
¶Pye. Fare thee well, Captain. Come Corporall and
¶Ancient, thou shalt hear more newes next time we greet
¶thee.
¶Corp. More newes? I, by yon Bear at Bridge-Foot in
640heaven shalt thou.
Exeunt.
¶Capt. Enough: my friends farewell,
