Atheist's Tragedie, The - Act 2, Scene 2
[SCENE II.]
Enter 3 S ERUANTS , drunke, drawing in Fresco 1 Ser .
Boy! fill some drinke, Boy. Fresco .
Enough, good Sir; not a drop more by this light. 2 Ser .
Not by this light? Why then put out the candles and wee'l drinke i' the darke, and t'-to 't, old Boy. Fres .
No, no, no, no, no. 3 Ser .
Why then take thy liquour. A health, Fresco. Fres .
Your health will make me sicke, sir. 1 Ser .
Then 'twill bring you o' your knees, I hope, sir. Fres .
May I not stand and pledge it, sir? 2 Ser .
I hope you will doe as wee doe. Fres .
Nay then indeed I must not stand, for you cannot. 3 Ser .
Well said, old boy. Fres .
Old boy! you'l make me a young childe anon; for if I continue this I shall scarce be able to goe alone. 1 Ser .
My body is a weake as water, Fresco. Fres .
Good reason, sir. The beere has sent all the malt up into your braine and left nothing but the water in your body.
Enter D' AMVILLE and B ORACHIO , closely obseruing their drunkennesse . D'am .
Borachio, seest those fellowes? Bor .
Yes, my Lord. D'am .
Their drunkennesse, that seemes ridiculous,
Shall be a serious instrument to bring
Our sober purposes to their successe. Bor .
I am prepar'd for th' execution, sir. D'am .
Cast off this habite and about it straight. Bor .
Let them drinke healthes and drowne their braines i' the floud;
I promise them they shall be pledg'd in bloud 1 Ser .
You ha' left a damnable snuffe here. 2 Ser .
Doe you take that in snuffe, sir? 1 Ser .
You are a damnable rogue then — — D'am .
Fortune, I honour thee. My plot still rises
According to the modell of mine owne desires.
Lights for my Brother — — What ha' you drunke yourselues mad, you knaues? 1 Ser .
My Lord, the Jackes abus'd mee. D'am .
I thinke they are the Jackes indeed that haue abus'd thee. Dost heare? That fellow is a proud knaue. Hee has abus'd thee. As thou goest ouer the fields by-and-by in lighting my brother home, I'll tell thee what shalt doe. Knocke him ouer the pate with thy torch. I'll beare thee out in't. 1 Ser .
I will singe the goose by this torch.
To Second Servant. D'am .
Dost heare, fellow? Seest thou that proud knaue.
I haue giuen him a lesson for his sawcinesse.
He's wronged thee. I will tell thee what shalt doe:
As we goe ouer the fields by and by
Clap him sodainely o'er the coxecombe with
Thy torch. I'll beare thee out in't. Ser .
I will make him understand as much.
Enter L ANGUEBEAU S NUFFE . D'am .
Now, Mounsieur Snuffe, what has my brother done? Lang .
Made his will, and by that will made you his heyre with this prouiso, that as occasion shall hereafter moue him, he may reuoke, or alter it when he pleases. D'am .
Yes. Let him if he can — I'll make it sure
From his reuoking.
Enter M ONIFERRERS and B ELFOREST attended with lights . Mont .
Brother, now good night. D'am .
The skie is darke; wee'll bring you o'er the fields.
Who can but strike, wants wisedome to maintaine;
Hee that strikes safe and sure, has heart and braine.
Enter 3 S ERUANTS , drunke, drawing in Fresco 1 Ser .
Boy! fill some drinke, Boy. Fresco .
Enough, good Sir; not a drop more by this light. 2 Ser .
Not by this light? Why then put out the candles and wee'l drinke i' the darke, and t'-to 't, old Boy. Fres .
No, no, no, no, no. 3 Ser .
Why then take thy liquour. A health, Fresco. Fres .
Your health will make me sicke, sir. 1 Ser .
Then 'twill bring you o' your knees, I hope, sir. Fres .
May I not stand and pledge it, sir? 2 Ser .
I hope you will doe as wee doe. Fres .
Nay then indeed I must not stand, for you cannot. 3 Ser .
Well said, old boy. Fres .
Old boy! you'l make me a young childe anon; for if I continue this I shall scarce be able to goe alone. 1 Ser .
My body is a weake as water, Fresco. Fres .
Good reason, sir. The beere has sent all the malt up into your braine and left nothing but the water in your body.
Enter D' AMVILLE and B ORACHIO , closely obseruing their drunkennesse . D'am .
Borachio, seest those fellowes? Bor .
Yes, my Lord. D'am .
Their drunkennesse, that seemes ridiculous,
Shall be a serious instrument to bring
Our sober purposes to their successe. Bor .
I am prepar'd for th' execution, sir. D'am .
Cast off this habite and about it straight. Bor .
Let them drinke healthes and drowne their braines i' the floud;
I promise them they shall be pledg'd in bloud 1 Ser .
You ha' left a damnable snuffe here. 2 Ser .
Doe you take that in snuffe, sir? 1 Ser .
You are a damnable rogue then — — D'am .
Fortune, I honour thee. My plot still rises
According to the modell of mine owne desires.
Lights for my Brother — — What ha' you drunke yourselues mad, you knaues? 1 Ser .
My Lord, the Jackes abus'd mee. D'am .
I thinke they are the Jackes indeed that haue abus'd thee. Dost heare? That fellow is a proud knaue. Hee has abus'd thee. As thou goest ouer the fields by-and-by in lighting my brother home, I'll tell thee what shalt doe. Knocke him ouer the pate with thy torch. I'll beare thee out in't. 1 Ser .
I will singe the goose by this torch.
To Second Servant. D'am .
Dost heare, fellow? Seest thou that proud knaue.
I haue giuen him a lesson for his sawcinesse.
He's wronged thee. I will tell thee what shalt doe:
As we goe ouer the fields by and by
Clap him sodainely o'er the coxecombe with
Thy torch. I'll beare thee out in't. Ser .
I will make him understand as much.
Enter L ANGUEBEAU S NUFFE . D'am .
Now, Mounsieur Snuffe, what has my brother done? Lang .
Made his will, and by that will made you his heyre with this prouiso, that as occasion shall hereafter moue him, he may reuoke, or alter it when he pleases. D'am .
Yes. Let him if he can — I'll make it sure
From his reuoking.
Enter M ONIFERRERS and B ELFOREST attended with lights . Mont .
Brother, now good night. D'am .
The skie is darke; wee'll bring you o'er the fields.
Who can but strike, wants wisedome to maintaine;
Hee that strikes safe and sure, has heart and braine.
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