A pleasant Comedie of the two
Yet his condition makes me often merrie,
Ile tell thee sirra, hees a fine neate fellow,
A spruce slaue, I warrant ye, heele haue
His Cruell garters crosse about the knee,
His woollen hose, as white as the driuen snowe,
His shooes dry leather neat, and tyed with red ribbins,
A nose-gay bound with laces in his Hat,
Bridelaces sir his hat, and all greene hat.
Greene Couerlet, for such a grasse greene wit,
The goose that graseth on the greene quoth he,
May I eate on, when you shall buried be,
All Prouerbes in his speech, hee's prouerbs all.
Ile tell thee sirra, hees a fine neate fellow,
A spruce slaue, I warrant ye, heele haue
His Cruell garters crosse about the knee,
His woollen hose, as white as the driuen snowe,
His shooes dry leather neat, and tyed with red ribbins,
A nose-gay bound with laces in his Hat,
Bridelaces sir his hat, and all greene hat.
Greene Couerlet, for such a grasse greene wit,
The goose that graseth on the greene quoth he,
May I eate on, when you shall buried be,
All Prouerbes in his speech, hee's prouerbs all.
Fra. Why speakes he Prouerbs?
Phi. Because he would speake truth,
And prouerbes youle confesse, are olde saide sooth.
And prouerbes youle confesse, are olde saide sooth.
Fra. I like this well, and one day Ile see him,
But shall we part?
But shall we part?
Phil. Not yet, Ile bring you somewhat on your way,
And as we goe, betweene your boy and you,
Ile know where that Praunser stands at leuery.
And as we goe, betweene your boy and you,
Ile know where that Praunser stands at leuery.
Fra. Come, come you shall not.
Exeunt.Phil. I faith I wil.
Enter master Barnes and his wife.
M. Bar.
Wife in my minde, to day you were too blame
Although my patience did not blame ye for it:
Me thought the rules of loue and neighbourhood,
Did not direct your thoughts, all indirect
Were your proceedings, in the entertaine
Of them that I inuited to my house.
Nay stay, I doe not chide but counsell wife,
And in the mildest manner that I may,
You need not viewe me with a seruants eye,
Whose vassailes sences tremble at the looke
Of his displeased master, O my wife,
You are my selfe, when selfe sees fault in selfe.
Selfe is sinne obstinate, if selfe amend not,
Indeede I saw a fault in thee my selfe,
Wife in my minde, to day you were too blame
Although my patience did not blame ye for it:
Me thought the rules of loue and neighbourhood,
Did not direct your thoughts, all indirect
Were your proceedings, in the entertaine
Of them that I inuited to my house.
Nay stay, I doe not chide but counsell wife,
And in the mildest manner that I may,
You need not viewe me with a seruants eye,
Whose vassailes sences tremble at the looke
Of his displeased master, O my wife,
You are my selfe, when selfe sees fault in selfe.
Selfe is sinne obstinate, if selfe amend not,
Indeede I saw a fault in thee my selfe,
And
