A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 09

by Unknown

WILL CRICKET.
Nay, hear you; drink, afore you bargain.

GRIPE. Mass, and 'tis a good motion. Boy, fill some wine, [He fills them wine, and gives them the napkin.] Here, neighbour and Master Churms, I drink to you.

BOTH.
We thank you, sir.

WILL CRICKET.
Lawyer, wipe clean. Do you remember?

CHURMS.
Remember? why?

WILL CRICKET.
Why, since you know when.

CHURMS.
Since when?

WILL CRICKET. Why, since you were bumbasted, that your lubberly legs would not carry your lobcock body; when you made an infusion of your stinking excrements in your stalking implements. O, you were plaguy frayed, and foully rayed—

GRIPE. Prythee, peace, Will! Neighbour Plod-all, what say you to this match? shall it go forward?

PLOD-ALL. Sir, that must be as our children like. For my son, I think I can rule him; marry, I doubt your daughter will hardly like of him; for, God wot, he's very simple.