The Little French Lawyer, page 69 by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
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La-writ. If thou doest, Sampson, Thou seest my Mirmidons, I'le let 'em loose, That in a moment--
Sam. I say nothing, Sir, but I could wish--
La-writ. They shall destroy thee wishing; There's ne'r a man of these, but have lost ten causes, Dearer then ten mens lives; tempt, and thou diest: Goe home, and smile upon my Lord, thine Uncle, Take Mony of the men thou mean'st to Cousin, Drink Wine, and eat good meat, and live discreetly, Talk little, 'tis an antidote against a beating; Keep thy hand from thy sword, and from thy Laundress placket, And thou wilt live long.
1 Cly. Give ear, and be instructed.
La-writ. I find I am wiser than a Justice of Peace now, Give me the wisdom that's beaten into a man That sticks still by him: art thou a new man?
Sam. Yes, yes, Thy learned precepts have inchanted me.
La-writ. Goe my son Sampson, I have now begot thee, I'le send thee causes; speak to thy Lord, and live, And lay my share by, goe and live in peace, Put on new suits, and shew fit for thy place; That man neglects his living, is an Asse: [Exit Samp. Farewel; come chearily boyes, about our business, Now welcom tongue again, hang Swords.
1 Cly. Sweet Advocate. [Exeunt.
Enter Nurse, and Charlote.
Nur. I know not wench, they may call 'em what they will, Outlawes, or thieves, but I am sure, to me One was an honest man, he us'd me well, What I did, 'tis no matter, he complain'd not.
Char. I must confess, there was one bold with me too, Some coy thing would say rude, but 'tis no matter, I was to pay a Waiting womans ransom, And I have don't, and I would pay't again, Were I ta'n to morrow.
Nur. Alas, there was no hurt, If 't be a sin for such as live at hard meat, And keep a long Lent, in the woods as they do, To taste a little flesh.
Char. God help