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A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. III unknown Various. A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol.


III Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Tapio Riikonen and Distributed Proofreaders A COLLECTION OF OLD ENGLISH PLAYS; VOL. III In Four Volumes Edited by A.H.


BULLEN 1882-1889. PREFACE. I have not been able to give in the present volume the unpublished play of Heywood's to which I referred in the Preface to Vol.


I. When I came to transcribe the play, I found myself baffled by the villanous scrawl. But I hope that, with the assistance of some expert in old handwriting, I may succeed in procuring an accurate transcript of the piece for the fourth volume.





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Exit La Fue Gan
Will As fearefull as
Mom What paradox dost
Pet Thomasin leave this
Myne eies are dazeld
What Lady s this
Enter Bullaker Iack Wil
Didst thou not Hardenbergh
You wrong him France
For where you thinke
Fur A wonder of
Wil Doe not you
Hath spyed me and
I doe hope you
SIR GYLES GOOSECAPPE KNIGHT
He would have bin
Alas poore Gentleman good
I my good page
What should it do
Ta He has an
Rod Peter de Lions
At the time when
Lieu He shall Captayne
And I will meet
O my sweete love
You have the foole
Though certaynlie desyer s
Tur Indeed your passyon
Rud How shall wee
You know Lord Hardenbergh
All We will attend
Cornelia is my wife
But yet my love
Gan A myght in
Cla Thank s worthy
I have longe Like
Ile have no such
Rud That was ill
Exit Doct with Hard
Turp Alas tys she
Eug Why Clarence is
Lu No more my
Mar Indeed M Doctor
You offer me intolerable
Cornelia do you serve
Rich Your pleasure amp
Thou shalt not have
Pem Nay then tis
 
Mom T will prove
Rud That was hah
This cursed nook was
Gab And wherefore then
Gan Pray no more
Deathes imortal sythe Dare
I feele thee comeinge
Nay aske me somethynge
That s a fantastycke
Which we will seeke
I my Lord Orl
Mom And yfaith is
Ile pearce you for
Ile have no such
Lieutenant Nod why you
Farewell if God put
At the time when
Mar Indeed M Doctor
Goos O God sir
Enter Wynnifred Anabell with
You wrong him France
The unknown writer might
This play was printed
Do Why what is
Gan And they did
Vander Madam your name
Marrye my lorde I
Enter Charlimayne La Busse
Fue O by all
He would have bin
Ench Where is my
Kather Lassen Lucil Cassi
Goos Why sir Cut
As any horse on
Gan Heyday the knaves
Now Rodorick keepe thy
Kath Twas well he
Doct O stay my
Cornelia do you serve
Did And yet there
Did Then your knowledge
Dost not thou know
Eud Ile sooner shrynke
Eug Glowe wormes sir
Exit Mar De brave
Zounds but I will
Enter Eldegrad and Gabriella
Bus If prynces have
Will That we shall
Pet Zounds they that
Goos Why so Captaine
We cannot say As
I might have stood
Heer s for the
Gan A myght in
Didier stepps out Did
I feare not Pembrooke
What am I younge
Tur Come your anger
Bul Indeede Page if
She is all hate
Fisher My angle rod
I charge thee as
Tis the mind of
This is the place
Goos O as cleare
Corn Then father shall
Exit La Fue Gan
My tyme of patyence
I was well paide
Rud How shall wee
Nod zounds he is
Cass Staie Lassenbergh Luc
Gab You are not
Nowe the courte is
Come hyther Looke uppon
Gan It cannot be
In whose Iudgment Eug
Alber Be then from
I am resolvde Thoughe
Nav Our sonne slaine
Th Erle my unckle
Fer O no my
Our sonne is with
Pene And so say
Eug Beshrew my heart
Wil No in deed
g The passionate language of
Did Once more Ile
Did What meane you
Why you are now
Or rather comes it
Flo Earle Lassingbergh Aye
Exeunt Ench with spirits
Do Divinely spoken Sir
Wil Doe not you
Ferd But I deny
Fur No good Captaine
Lew No noble Roderick
Mounsieur Flores come hedder
Quid est faelicitas quae
Rich Your pleasure amp
Then war and give
Fyrst Sir knowe The
My Lord let me
Mom What paradox dost
Foul Thart ith right
I amp a true
In soothe my soule
It is due to
Pene Nay good my
What of that sir
Goos What s that
Ex Cha Turp Gan
Pem Must I be
Alp Flores Ile interrupt
Hosk Whom if your
Orl Inquiseytive for what
What should it do
Tur And you agayne
Enter Iack and Will
Katharine loves me yet
Sing one stave more
Mom Thanks gentle Neece
Bus Howe s that
Did In this your
Gan Why whatts the
Gan Speake it out
Foul Then for your
Exit SCENE 2 Enter
He speaks heare of
FINIS NOTE In a
INTRODUCTION TO DOCTOR DODYPOLL
Mom Alas my noble
O what a pittifull
Things that cannot come
Orl He did so
A my word I
Hyanthe o sweet Hyanthe
Gab O you are
Cass If you will
You have the foole
Rud That was ill
Rod Peter de Lions
Hard Earle Lassingbergh where
Hans I but you
A Collection of Old English
Exeunt Pet I cannot
Ric Yes styll and
And you were her
O you are wellcome
Alp Farewell gentle Doctor
Or if not this
Orl Sir I best
My Lord I here
Dut What a poore
Didst thou not Hardenbergh
Is the Gallant that
Kysse me Theodora Gods
Lu You paint your
Enter Fowleweathter How now
Ex Didier SCENE 2
Oh Ferdinand forgive me
Foul Their smockes quoth
Did For that no
My impression is that
Char Tys graunted but
Lieu He shall Captayne
One of their names
Char Thou art all
Pem You have done
Turne turne agayn and
And doe not passions
By heaven tys false
Wert not thou next
Come sirra follow us
Pem Farewell kind host
Wink wink deare people
My Lord my Lord
I my good page
Orl And so it
Goos As I am
Did Observe Bus Matters
Cla But my noble
Of myne owne knowlege
Foul But how chaunce
Eug Which yet will
Mom Let me feele
O the Doctor would
Fur A wonder of
Enter the Duke and
None of the characters
Myne eies are dazeld
What meanes my Ganelon
See a comes Enter
Eld Content thy selfe
Meanwhile Lord Lassenbergh who
Alas poore Gentleman good
O could I dive
I warrant you I
But be assurd I
Good Vnckle be content
Come my Hyanthe stand
SCENE 3 Enter Didier
He drawes the curtains
Yes that I have
Fer A dreame of
Tur Hys chaunge was
Deare hate me too
At chests my Lord
She may otherwise growe
Come forward Knight t
Gan True my best
Pem If such a
True daughter love is
Cla Thank s worthy
Enter Eudon amp Busse
Death was a villayne
Exit Alp Do good
I must see Ganelon
No Sir no by
Saie dame what answer
Ile steale away unseene
Alber What my selfe
Hath spyed me and
Cla My Lord my
What Lady s this
Kath O tell me
Why I have Not
Gan Pray thee noble





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