The Spanish Curate eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 126 pages of information about The Spanish Curate.

The Spanish Curate eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 126 pages of information about The Spanish Curate.

     Bar.

     Nay good Sir, noble Sir.

     Jam.

     Be at peace then presently,
     Immediatley take honest and fair truce
     With your good wife, and shake hands with that Gentleman;
     H’as honour’d ye too much, and doe it cheerfully.

     Lop
     Take us along, for Heaven sake too.

     Bar.

     I am friends,
     There is no remedie, I must put up all,
     And like my neighbours rub it out by th’ shoulders,
     And perfect friends; Leandro now I thank ye,
     And there’s my hand, I have no more grudge to ye,
     But I am too mean henceforward for your Companie.

     Lea.

     I shall not trouble ye.

     Ars.

     We will be friends too.

     Mil.

     Nay Lawyer, you shall not fright us farther,
     For all your devils we will bolt.

     Bar.

     I grant ye,
     The Gentleman’s your Bail, and thank his coming,
     Did not he know me too well, you should smart for’t;
     Goe all in peace, but when ye fool next, Gentlemen,
     Come not to me to Breakfast.

     Die.

     I’le be bak’d first.

     Bar.

     And pray ye remember, when ye are bold and merry,
     The Lawyers Banquet, and the Sawce he gave ye.

     Jam.

     Come:  goe along; I have employment for ye,
     Employment for your lewd brains too, to cool ye,
     For all, for every one.

     All.

     We are all your Servants.

     Die.

     All, all for any thing, from this day forward
     I’le hate all Breakfasts, and depend on dinners.

     Jam.

     I am glad you come off fair.

     Lea.

     The fair has blest me.

[Exeunt.

     SCENA III.

     Enter Octavi[o], Jacinta, [Ascanio].

     Oct.

     This is the place, but why we are appointed
     By Don Jamie to stay here, is a depth
     I cannot sound.

     Asc.

     Believ’t he is too noble
     To purpose any thing but for our good. 
     Had I assurance of a thousand lives,
     And with them perpetuitie of pleasure,
     And should lose all, if he prov’d only false,
     Yet I durst run the hazard.

     Jac.

     ’Tis our comfort,
     We cannot be more wretched than we are,
     And death concludes all misery.

     Oct.

     Undiscovered

     Enter Henrique, Jamie.

     We must attend him.

     Asc.

     Our stay is not long. 
     With him Don Henrique?

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