The Puritan Widow (Folio 3, 1664)
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Enter Puttock and Ravenshaw two Serjeants, with Yeo-
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man Dogson, to arrest the Scholler George Pye-boord.
¶company me, because I know not of what nature the
¶with me, Serjeant Raven-shaw, I have the good Angel to
¶arrest him.
1150Raven. Troth I'le take part with thee then, Serjeant,
¶bear to a Schollar: why, Serjeant, 'tis naturall in us
¶you know to hate Schollars: naturall besides, they will
¶publish our imperfections, knaveries, and Conveyances
1155upon Scaffolds and Stages.
¶our Doublets are button'd with Pewter.
1160parlous fellowes, they will search more with their wits,
¶than a Constable with all his Officers.
¶Dogson.
¶Dog. I, I.
¶Put. Have an eye, have an eye.
¶he weares no weapon I think.
1170Put. No, no, he weares no weapon.
¶in better heart; nay if I clutch him once, let me alone
¶to drag him if he be stiff-necked; I have been one of
1175when their weapons have bin gone, as ever bastinado'd
¶a Serjeant---I have done I can tell you.
¶Dog. Serjeant Puttock, Serjeant Puttock.
¶Put. Hoh.
1180Put. Peace, peace, be not too greedy, let him play a
¶little, let him play a little, we'll jerk him up of a sudden,
¶I ha fisht in my time.
¶Raven I, and caught many a fool, Serjeant.
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Enter Pye-boord.
1185Pye. I parted now from Nicholas: the Chain's couch't,
¶And the old Knight has spent his rage upon't,
¶The Widow holds me in great admiration
¶For my device can no way now be crost,
¶prison indeed.
1195Dogson, have care to his armes---you'll raile again Ser-
¶jeants, and stage 'em: you tickle their vices.
¶can a Schollar be a Gentleman,---when a Gentleman
1200will not be a Schollar;---look upon your wealthy Citi-
¶zens Sons, whether they be Schollars or no, that are Gen-
¶tlemen by their Fathers Trades: a Schollar a Gentleman!
¶she cannot hurt that in me, a Gentleman, Accidens in-
1205separabile to my blood.
¶rablement upon you I warrant you.
¶ction ith' Counter.
¶Whether you please to have me.
¶pound five shillings and five pence.
¶Upon a farther day; well, 'tis my starres:
¶And I must bear it now, though never harder.
¶Put. Come, come away.
¶and I'le away with you.
¶this is no pains to attend thus.
Making to tie his Garter.
1230shake out again I fear me, till with a true Habeas Corpus
¶man, that looking through the grates, men may look
1235through me; all my means is confounded, what shall I
1240yes too, I'le try it, it may hit, Extremity is Touch-stone
¶unto wit, I, I.
¶Put. 'Sfoot how many yards are in thy Garters, that
¶no lawfull picture about me.
¶you had not crost me, I was going in great joy to receive
¶five pound of a Gentleman, for the Device of a Mask
¶here, drawn in this paper but now, come, I must be con-
1255my fortunes.
¶Put. Why how far hence dwells that Gentleman?
¶mony.
¶Put. Speak, if it be not far---
¶if you'll say you'll be liberal when you ha't, give us double
¶ness, and go along with you to the Gentleman.
¶have her four pound five shillings, and bate me the five
1270Ravinish. Why now thou art a good Schollar.
¶Put. An excellent Schollar ifaith; has proceeded very
¶well alate; come, we'll along with you.
¶
Exeunt with him, passing in they knock at the
¶door with a knocker withinside.
