A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2

by Unknown

Mus. We hope your worship will consider our paines?

Suc. How, my fine knave? letts see, who were the dauncers?

Mus. Come forward there! nay, I told you he was ever bountifull: oh, good Captaine!

Suc. Let me see: I, thou art hart of vallor: thou didst daunce well, thou deservest—, I say no more: and who played?

Mus. Wee.

Suc. You? well sayd; you plaid and you daunc'd, you say good; let me see, halfe a peece or—

Mus. Blesse your Captaineship.

Suc. You plaid, you say, and you dauncd: umh, well, why then you that dauncd must pay those that plaid.

Mus. How, sir, how?

Suc. Ever, ever, whilst you live, Jarvice;[87] the dauncers alwayes payes the musike. Wilt breake custome? No, or there a pawne for you. —Mr. Steward. Farewell. [Exit.