Bartholomew Fair: A Comedy

by Ben Jonson

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.—Another part of the Fair.

URSULA’S Booth as before.

KNOCKEM, WHIT, NORTHERN, PUPPY, CUTTING, WASPE, and Mrs. OVERDO, discovered, all in a state of intoxication.

Knock. Whit, bid Val. Cutting continue the vapours for a lift, Whit, for a lift. [Aside, to Whit.

Nor. I’ll ne mare, I’ll ne mare; the eale’s too meeghty.

Knock. How now! my galloway nag the staggers, ha! Whit, give him a slit in the forehead. Chear up, man; a needle and thread to stitch his ears. I’d cure him now, an I had it, with a little butter and garlick, long pepper and grains. Where’s my horn? I’ll give him a mash presently, shall take away this dizziness.

Pup. Why, where are you, zurs? do you vlinch, and leave us in the zuds now?

Nor. I’ll ne mare, I is e’en as vull as a paiper’s bag, by my troth, I.

Pup. Do my northern cloth zhrink i’ the wetting, ha?