The Staple of News
Alas, what is it to his scene to know
How many coaches in Hyde Park did show
Last spring, what fare today at Medley’s was,
If Dunstan or the Phoenix best wine has? (Prologue.2.13–16)
Thomas. But the four cardinal quarters--
Pennyboy Junior. Ay those, Tom--
P. Junior. Who is the chief? Which hath precedency?
Thomas. The governor o’the Staple, Master Cymbal.
He is the chief, and after him the emissaries.
First, emissary Court, one Master Fitton.
He’s a jeerer too.
P. Junior. What’s that?
Fashioner. A wit.
Thomas. Or half a wit. Some of them are half-wits:
Two to a wit, there are a set of ’em.
Then Master Ambler, emissary Paul’s,
A fine-paced gentleman as you shall see walk
The middle aisle. And then my froy Hans Buz,
A Dutchman; he’s emissary Exchange.
Fashioner. I had thought Master Burst the merchant had had it.
He has a rupture; he has sprung a leak.
P. Senior. Where is’t you eat?
P. Junior. Hard by, at Picklock’s lodging;
Old Lickfinger’s the cook, here in Ram Alley (2.5.112–13).
Censure. A notable touch rascal, this old Pennyboy! Right City-bred!
Mirth. In Silver Street, the region of money, a good seat for a usurer (3.Int.1–4).
Tattle. [...] I have had better news from the bake-house by ten thousand parts, in a morning, or the conduits in Westminster; all the news of Tuttle Street, and both the Alm’ries, the two Sanctuaries, long and round Woolstaple, with King’s Street and Cannon Row to boot!
Mirth. Ay, my gossip Tattle knew what fine slips grew in Gardiner’s Lane, who kissed the butcher’s wife with the cow’s breath, what matches were made in the Bowling Alley, and what bets won and lost; how much grist went to the mill, and what besides. Who conjured in Tuttle Fields, and how many, when they never cam ethere; and which boy rode upon Doctor Lamb, in the likeness of a roaring lion, that run away with him in his teeth and has not devoured him yet (3.Int.18–32).
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