191511. SCE. Enter Fustigo, Crambo and Poh. 1916Fus. Hold vp your hands gentlemen: heres one, two, three,
1917(nay I warrant they are
sound pi
stols, and without
flawes, I
1918had them (of my
sister, and I know
she v
ses to put nothing
1919thats crackt,) three, foure,
fiue,
sixe,
seauen, eight and nine, by
1920this hand bring me but a piece of his bloud. And you
shall
1921haue 9. more. Ile lurke in a tauerne not far o
ff & prouide
sup
- 1922per to clo
se vp the end of the Tragedy, the linnen drapers re
- 1923mēber-
stand toot I be
seech you, & play your parts perfe
ctly.
1924Cram. Looke you Signior, tis not your golde that we way.
1925Fust. Nay, nay, way it and
spare not, if it lacke one graine of (corne;
1926Ile giue you a bu
shell of wheate to make it vp.
1927Cram. But by your fauour Signior, which of the
seruants
G 3 is
THE CONVERTED
1928is it becau
se weele puni
sh iu
stly.
1929Fust. Mary tis the head man; you
shall ta
st him by his
1930tongue a pretty tall prating felow, with a
Tuscalonian beard.
1931Po Tuscalonian? very good.
1932Fust. Cods life I was neere
so thrumbd
since I was a gentle
- 1933man: my coxcombe was dry beaten as if my haire had beene
1934hemp.
Cram. Weele dry beate
some of them.
1935Fust. Nay it grew
so high, that my
sister cryed murder out
1936very manfully: I haue her con
sent in a manner to haue him
1937pepperd, els ile not doot to win more then ten cheaters do at a
1938ri
fling: breake but his pate or
so, onely his mazer, becau
se
1939ile haue his head in a cloth a
swell as mine, hees a linnen dra
- 1940per and may take enough. I could enter mine a
ction of batte
- 1941ry again
st him, but we may haps be both dead and rotten be
- 1942fore the lawyers would end it.
1943Cram, No more to doe, but in
sconce your
selfe i'th tauern;
1944prouide no great cheare, couple of Capons,
some Phe
santes,
1945Plouers, an Oringeado-pie or
so
: but how bloudy
soere the
1946day be,
sally you not forth.
1947Fust. No, no, nay if I
stir,
some body
shal
stinke: ile not budge:
1948ile lie like a dog in a manger.
1949Cram. Well, well, to the tauerne, let not our
supper be raw,
1950for you
shall haue blood enough-your belly full.
1951Fust. Thats all
so god
sa me, I thir
st after, bloud for bloud,
1952bump for bump, no
se for no
se, head for head, pla
ster for pla
- 1953ster, and
so farewell: what
shall I call your names becau
se ile
1954leaue word, if any
such come to the barre.
1955Cram. My name is Corporall
Crambo.
1956Poh. And mine, Lieutenant
Poh.
Exeunt. 1957Cram. Poh is as tall a man as euer opened Oy
ster: I would
1958not be the diuell to meete
Poh, farewell.
1959Fust: Nor I by this light, if
Poh be
such a
Poh.
Exeunt.