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  • Title: The Puritan (Folio 3, 1664)

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    Authors: Thomas Middleton, William Shakespeare
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    The Puritan (Folio 3, 1664)

    1275Ser. Who knocks, whose at door? we had need of a
    Pye. A few friends here.---pray is the Gentleman
    your Master within?
    Ser. Yes, is your business to him?
    1280Pye. I, he knows it, when he sees me:
    I pray you, have you forgot me.
    Ser. I by my troth, sir, pray come near, I'le in and
    tell him of you, please you to walk here in the Gallery till
    he comes.
    1285Pye. We will attend his worship,---worship I think,
    for so much the posts at his door should signifie, and the
    fair coming in, and the wicket, else I neither knew him
    nor his worship, but 'tis happiness he is within doors,
    what so'ere he be, if he be not too much a formal Citizen,
    1290he may do me good: Serjeant and Yeoman, how do you
    like this house, is't not most wholsomely plotted?
    Rav. Troth prisoner, an exceeding fine house.
    Pye. Yet I wonder how he should forget me, for he
    ne're knew me: No matter, what is forgot in you, will be
    1295remembred in your Master.
    A pritty comfortable room this methinks:
    You have no such roomes in prison now?
    Put. Oh dog-holes to't.
    Pye. Dog-holes indeed---I can tell you I have great
    1300hope to have my Chamber here shortly, nay and dyet
    too, for he's the most free-hearted'st Gentleman where he
    takes: you would little think it? and what a fine Gallery
    were here for me to walk and study, and make verses.
    Put. O it stands pleasantly for a Schollar.
    1305Enter Gentleman.
    Pye. Look what maps, and pictures, and devices, and
    things, neatly, delicately? Masse here he comes, he should
    be a Gentleman, I like his Beard well;---All happinesse
    to your worship.
    1310Gent. You're kindly welcome, sir.
    Put. A simple salutation.
    Rav. Masse it seems the Gentleman makes great ac-
    count of him.
    Gent. I have the thing here for you, sir.
    1315Pye. I beseech you, conceal me sir, I'm undone else,---
    I have the Mask here for you sir, Look you sir,---I be-
    seech your worship, first pardon my rudenesse, for my
    extreams makes me boulder then I would be; I am a poor
    Gentleman and a Schollar, and now most unfortunately
    1320falne into the hands of unmercifull Officers, arrested for
    debt, which though small, I am not able to compasse, by
    reason I'm destitute of lands, mony, and friends, so that
    if I fall into the hungry swallow of the prison, I am like
    utterly to perish, and with fees and extortions be pincht
    1325clean to the bone: Now, if ever pitty had interest in the
    bloud of a Gentleman, I beseech you vouchsafe but to
    favour that means of my escape, which I have already
    thought upon.
    Gent. Go forward.
    1330Put. I warrant he likes it rarely.
    Pye. In the plunge of my extremities, being giddy,
    and doubtfull what to do; at last it was put in my labour-
    ing thoughts, to make a happy use of this paper, and to
    blear their unlettered eyes, I told them there was a Device
    1335for a Mask drawn in't, and that (but for their intercep-
    tion,) I was going to a Gentleman to receive my reward
    for't: they greedy at this word, and hoping to make pur-
    chase of me, offered their attendance, to go along with
    me, my hap was to make bold with your door, sir, which
    1340my thoughts shew'd me the most fairest and comfortablest
    entrance, and I hope I have happened right upon under-
    standing, and pitty: may it please your good worship
    then, but to uphold my Device, which is to let one of your
    men put me out at a back door, and I shall be bound to
    1345your worship for ever.
    Gent. By my troth, an excellent Device.
    Put. An excellent Device he sayes; he likes it won-
    Gent. A my faith, I never heard a better.
    1350Raven. Hark, he swears he never heard a better,
    Put. O there's no talk on't, he's an excellent Schollar,
    and especially for a Mask.
    Gent. Give me your Paper, your Device; I was never
    1355better pleas'd in all my life: good wit, brave wit, finely
    wrought, come in sir, and receive your mony, sir.
    Pye. I'le follow your good Worship,---
    You heard how he like't it now?
    Put. Puh, we know he could not choose but like it:
    1360go thy wayes, thou art a fine witty fellow ifaith, thou
    shalt discourse it to us at the Tavern anon, wilt thou?
    Pye. I, I, that I will,---look Serjeants, here are Maps,
    and pretty toyes, be doing in the mean time, I shall quick-
    ly have told out the money, you know.
    1365Put. Go, go, little villain, fetch thy chinck, I begin
    to love thee, I'le be drunk to night in thy company.
    Pye. This Gentleman I may well call a part
    Of my salvation, in these earthly evils,
    For he has sav'd me from three hungry Devils.
    1370Exit George.
    Put. Sirrah Serjeant, these Maps are pretty painted
    things, but I could nere fancie them yet, me thinks they're
    too busie, and full of Circles and Conjurations; they say
    all the World's in one of them, but I could nere find the
    1375Counter in the Poultry.
    Rav. I think so: how could you find it? for you know
    it stands behind the houses.
    Dog. Mass that's true, then we must look oth'back-
    side for't: sfoot here's nothing, all's bare.
    1380Rav. I warrant thee that stands for the Counter, for
    you know there's a company of bare fellows there.
    Put. Faith like enough, Serjeant, I never markt so
    much before. Sirrah Serjeant, and Yeoman, I should
    love these Maps out a cry now, if we could see men peep
    1385out of door in 'em, oh we might have'em in a morning to
    our Break-fast so finely, and nere knock our heels to the
    ground a whole day for 'em.
    Rav. I marry sir, I'de buy one my self.
    But this talk is by the way, where shall's sup to night:
    1390Five pound receiv'd, let's talk of that.
    I have a trick worth all, you two shall bear him toth'Ta-
    vern, whilst I go close with his Hostess, and work out of
    her, I know she would be glad of the summe, to finger
    money; because shee knows 'tis but a desperate debt, and
    1395full of hazard: what will you say if I bring it to pass, that
    the Hostess shall be contented with one half for all, and
    we to share tother fifty shillings, Bullies.
    Put. Why I would call thee King of Serjeants, and
    thou should'st be Chronicled in the Counter-Book for
    Ra. Well, put it to me, we'll make a Night on't ifaith.
    Dog. Sfoot, I think he receives more money, he stayes
    so long.
    Put. He tarries long indeed, may be, I can tell you,
    1405upon the good liking on't the Gentleman may prove
    more bountifull.
    Rav. That would be rare, we'll search him.
    Put. Nay be sure of it, we'll search him, and make
    him light enough.
    1410Enter the Gentleman.
    Ra. Oh here comes the Gentleman, by your leave, Sir.
    Gen. God you god den sirs,--would you speak with me?
    Put. No, not with your worship, sir; only we are bold
    to stay for a friend of ours, that went in with your wor-
    Gen. Who? not the Schollar?
    Put. Yes, e'en he, an it please your worship.
    Gen. Did he make you stay for him? he did you wrong
    then: why, I can assure you he's gon above an hour ago.
    1420Rav. How, Sir?
    Gen. I paid him his money, and my man told me he
    went out at back-door.
    Put. Back-door?
    Gen. Why, what's the matter?
    1425Put. He was our prisoner, sir, we did arrest him.
    Gen. What he was not? you the Sheriff's Officers---
    you were too blame then,
    Why did you not make known to me as much;
    I could have kept him for you, I protest,
    1430He receiv'd all of me in Britain Gold,
    Of the last coyning.
    Ra Vengeance dog him with't.
    Put. Sfoot has he gull'd us so?
    Dog. Where shall we sup now, Serjeants?
    1435Put. Sup Simon, now, eat Porridge for a month.
    Well, we cannot impute it to any lack of good will in
    your Worship,--you did but as another would have
    done, 'twas our hard fortunes to miss the purchase, but
    if e'er we clutch him again, the Counter shall charm him.
    1440Ra. The Hole shall rot him.
    Dog. Amen.Exeunt.
    Gent. So,
    Vex out your Lungs without doors, I am proud,
    It was my hap to help him, it fell fit,
    1445He went not empty neither for his wit:
    Alas poor wretch, I could not blame his brain,
    To labour his delivery, to be free,
    From their unpittying fangs,--I'me glad it stood,
    Within my power to do a Scholar good.Exit.