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Stage-Keeper
Gap in transcription. Reason: Editorial omission for reasons of length or relevance. Use only in quotations in born-digital documents. (KL)[…] Would not a fine pump upon the stage ha’ done well, for a property now? And a punk set under upon her head, with her stern upward, and ha’ been sous’d by my witty young masters o’ the Inns o’ Court? What think you o’ this for a show, now?

Induction 31–35
Scrivener
Articles of Agreement, indented, between the spectators or hearers, at the Hope on the Bankside, in the county of Surrey, one the one party; and the author of Bartholomew Fair in the said place and county, on the other party: the one and thirtieth day of October 1614 and in the twelfth year of the reign of our Sovereign Lord, James, by the grace of God King of England, France, and Ireland; Defender of the Faith; and of Scotland the seven and fortieth.

Induction 64–72
Scrivener
Gap in transcription. Reason: Editorial omission for reasons of length or relevance. Use only in quotations in born-digital documents. (KL)[…] It is further covenanted, concluded and agreed, that how great soever the expectation be, no person here is to expect more than he knows, or better ware than a Fair will afford: neither to look back to the sword-and-buckler-age of Smithfield, but content himself with the present.

Induction 114–19
Scrivener
Gap in transcription. Reason: Editorial omission for reasons of length or relevance. Use only in quotations in born-digital documents. (KL)[…] In consideration of which, it is finally agreed by the foresaid hearers and spectators that they neither in themselves conceal, nor suffer by them to be concealed, any state-decipherer, or politic picklock of the scene, so solemnly ridiculous as to search out who was meant by the Ginger-bread-woman, who by the Hobby-horse-man, who by the Costermonger, nay, who by their wares; or that will pretend to affirm, on his own inspired ignorance, what Mirror of Magistrates is meant by the Justice, what great lady by the Pig-woman, what conceal’d statesman by the Seller of Mousetraps, and so of the rest. But that such person, or persons so found, be left discovered to the mercy of the author, as a forfeiture to the stage, and your laughter, aforesaid; as also, such as shall so desperately, or ambitiously, play the fool by his place aforesaid, to challenge the author of scurrility because the language somewhere savours of Smithfield, the booth, and the pig-broth, or of profaneness because a madman cries, ’God quit you’, or ’bless you’. In witness whereof, as you have preposterously put to your seals aready (which is your money), you will now add the other part of suffrage, your hands. The play shall presently begin. And though the Fair be not kept in the same region that some here, perhaps, would have it, yet think that therein the author hath observ’d a special decorum, the place being as dirty as Smithfield, and as stinking every whit.

Induction 136–62
Littlewit
Gap in transcription. Reason: Editorial omission for reasons of length or relevance. Use only in quotations in born-digital documents. (KL)[…] Well, go thy ways, John Littlewit, Proctor John Littlewit: one o’ the pretty wits o’ Paul’s, the Littlewit of London (so thou art call’d) and something beside.

1.1.10–13
Littlewit
Gap in transcription. Reason: Editorial omission for reasons of length or relevance. Use only in quotations in born-digital documents. (KL)[…] Win, good morrow, Win. Aye marry, Win! Now you look finely indeed, Win! This cap does convince! You’d not ha’ worn it, Win, nor ha’ had it velvet, but a rough country beaver, with a copper-band, like the coney-skin woman of Budge-row? Sweet Win, let me kiss it! And her fine high shoes, like the Spanish lady! Good Win, go a little, I would fain see thee pace, pretty Win! By this fine cap, I could never leave kissing on’t.
Win
Come, indeed la, you are such a fool, still!
Lit
No, but half a one, Win, you are the tother half: man and wife make one fool, Win. (Good!) Is there the proctor, or doctor indeed, i’ the diocese, that ever had the fortune to win him such a Win! (There I am again!) I do feel conceits coming upon me, more than I am able to turn tongue to. A pox o’ these pretenders to wit, your Three Cranes, Mitre and Mermaid men! Not a corn of true salt, nor a grain of right mustard amongst them all.

1.1.19–34
Littlewit
Troth, I am a little taken with my Win’s dressing here! Does’t not fine, Master Winwife? How do you apprehend, sir? She would not ha’ worn this habit. I challenge all Cheapside to show such another -- Moorfields, Pimlico path, or the Exchange, in a summer evening -- with a lace to boot, as this has. Dear Win, let Master Winwife kiss you. He comes a-wooing to our mother, Win, and may be our father perhaps, Win. There’s no harm in him, Win.

1.2.3–10
Win
Sir, my mother has had her nativity-water cast lately by the cunning men in Cow-lane, and they ha’ told her her fortune, and do ensure her she shall never have happy hour, unless she marry within this sen’night, and when it is, it must be a madman, they say.
Littlewit
Aye, but it must be a gentleman madman.
Win
Yes, so the tother man of Moorfields says.
Winwife
But does she believe ’em?
Lit
Yes, and has been at Bedlam twice since, every day, to enquire if any gentlman be there, or to come there, mad!

1.2.43–52
Quarlous
Hoy-day! How respective you are become o’ the sudden! I fear this family will turn you reformed too; pray you come about again. Because she is in possibility to be your daughter-in-law, and may ask you blessing hereafter, when she courts it to Tottenham to eat cream -- well, I will forbear, sir; but i’ faith, would thou wouldst leave thy exercise of widow-hunting once, this drawing after an old reverend smock by the splay-foot! There cannot be an ancient tripe or trillibub i’ the town, but thou art straight nosing it; and ’tis a fine occupation thou’lt confine thyself to, when thou hast got one -- scrubbing a piece of buff, as if thou hadst the perpetuity of Pannyer-alley to stink in, or perhaps, worse, currying a carcass that thou hast bound thyself to alive.

1.3.56–69
Quarlous
Aye, for there was a blue-starch-woman o’ the name, at the same time. A notable hypocritical vermin it is; I know him. One that stands upon his face more than his faith, at all times; ever in seditious motion, and reproving for vain-glory; of a most lunatic conscience, and spleen, and affects the violence of singularity in all he does; (he has undone a grocer here, in Newgate-market, that broke with him, trusted him with currants, as arrant a zeal as he, that’s by the way;) by his profession, he will ever be i’ the state of innocence, though, and childhood.

1.3.132–41
Wasp
Gap in transcription. Reason: Editorial omission for reasons of length or relevance. Use only in quotations in born-digital documents. (KL)[…] Why, we could not meet that heathen thing, all day, but stay’d him: he would name you all the signs over, as he went, aloud: and where he spied a parrot, or a monkey, there he was pitch’d, with all the little-long-coats about him, male and female; no getting him away! I thought he would ha’ run mad o’ the black boy in Bucklersbury, that takes the scurvy, roguy tobacco, there.

1.4.108–13
Mistress Overdo
I am content to be in abeyance, sir, and be govern’d by you; so should he too, if he did well; but ’twill be expected you should also govern your passions.
Wasp
Will’t so forsooth? Good Lord! how sharp you are! With being at Bedlam yesterday? Whetstone has set an edge upon you, has he?

1.5.21–26
Littlewit
Tut, we’ll have a device, a dainty one; (now, Wit, help at a pinch, good Wit come, come, good Wit, an’t be thy will). I have it, Win, I have it i’ faith, and ’tis a fine one. Win, long to eat of a pig, sweet Win, i’ the Fair; do you see? I’ the heart o’ the Fair; not at Pie-corner. Your mother will do anything, Win, to satisfy your longing, you know; pray thee long, presently, and be sick o’ the sudden, good Win. I’ll go in and tell her; cut thy lace i’ the meantime, and play the hypocrite, sweet Win.

1.5.148–56
Trash
Charm me? I’ll meet thee face to face, afore his worship, when thou dar’st: and though I be a little crooked o’ my body, I’ll be found as upright in my dealing as any woman in Smithfield; aye, charm me!

2.2.23–26
Knockem
What! my little lean Urs’la! my she-bear! art thou alive yet? With thy litter of pigs, to grunt out another Bartholomew Fair? Ha!
Ursula
Yes, and to amble afoot, when the Fair is done, to hear you groan out of a cart, up the heavy hill.
Kno
Of Holborn, Urs’la, meanst thou so? For what? For what, pretty Urs?
Urs
For cutting halfpenny purses, or stealing little penny dogs, out o’ the Fair.
Kno
O! good words, good words, Urs.
Justice Overdo Aside
Another special enormity. A cutpurse of the sword! the boot, and the feather! Those are his marks.
Urs
You are one of those horse-leeches that gave out I was dead, in Turnbull-street, of a surfeit of bottle-ale, and tripes?
Kno
No, ’twas better meat, Urs: cow’s udders, cow’s udders!

2.3.1–16
Mooncalf
What mean you by that, Master Arthur?
Justice Overdo
I mean a child of the horn-thumb, a babe of booty, boy; a cutpurse.
Moon
O Lord, sir! far from it. This is Master Dan. Knockem: Jordan the ranger of Turnbull. He is a horse-courser, sir.

2.3.28–33
Quarlous
Body o’ the Fair! what’s this? Mother o’ the bawds?
Knockem
No, she’s mother o’ the pigs, sir, mother o’ the pigs!
Winwife
Mother o’ the Furies, I think, by her firebrand.
Quar
Nay, she is too fat to be a Fury, sure some walking sow of tallow!
Winw
An inspir’d vessel of kitchen-stuff!
She drinks this while.
Quar
She’ll make excellent gear for the coach-makers, here in Smithfield, to anoint wheels and axle-trees with.

2.5.69–76
Knockem
Be of good cheer, Urs; thou hast hind’red me the currying of a couple of stallions here, that abus’d the good race-bawd o’ Smithfield; ’twas time for ’em to go.

2.5.159–61
Justice Overdo
Hark, O you sons and daughters of Smithfield! and hear what malady it doth the mind: it causeth swearing, it causeth swaggering, it causeth snuffling, and snarling, and now and then a hurt.

2.6.64–67
Justice Overdo
Look into any agle o’ the town -- the Straits, or the Bermudas -- where the quarrelling lesson is read, and how do they entertain the time, but with bottle-ale, and tobacco? The lecturer is o’ one side, and his pupils o’ the other; but the seconds are still bottle-ale, and tobacco, for which the lecturer reads, and the novices pay.

2.6.72–77
Leatherhead
What do you lack? What do you buy, pretty Mistress! a fine hobby-horse, to make your son a tilter? a drum to make him a soldier? a fiddle, to make him a reveller? What is’t you lack? Little dogs for your daughters! or babies, male or female?
Busy
Look not toward them, hearken not: the place is Smithfield, or the field of smiths, the grove of hobby-horses and trinkets, th wares are the wares of devils. And the whole Fair is the shop of Satan!

3.2.32–40
Quarlous
I’ll warrant thee, then, no wife out o’ the widow’s hundred: if I had but as much title to her, as to have breath’d once on that strait stomacher of hers, I would now assure myself to carry her, yet, ere she went out of Smithfield. Or she should carry me, which were the fitter sight, I confess.

3.3.136–41
Cokes
Numps, here be finer things than any we ha’ bought, by odds! And more delicate horses, a great deal! Good Numps, stay, and come hither.
Wasp
Will you scourse with him? You are in Smithfield, you may fit yourself with a fine easy-going street-nag for your saddle again; Michaelmas term, do; has he ne’er a little odd cart for you, to make a caroche on, i’ the country, with four pied hobby-horses?

3.4.19–26
Nightingale
Alack and for pity, why should it be said?
As if they regarded or places, or time.
Examples have been
Of some that were seen,
In Westminster Hall, yea the pleaders between,
Then why should the judges be free from this curse,
More than my poor self, for cutting the purse?

3.5.82–89
Nightingale
At Worc’ster, ’tis known well, and even i’ the jail,
A knight of good worship did there show his face,
Against the foul sinners, in zeal for to rail,
And lost (ipso facto) his purse in the place.

3.5.97–100
Grace
Faith, through a common calamity, he bought me, sir; and now he will marry me to his wife’s brother, this wise gentleman, that you see, or else I must pay value o’ my land.
Quarlous
’Slid, is there no device of disparagement, or so? Talk with some crafty fellow, some picklock o’ the Law! Would I had studied a year longer i’ the Inns of Court, an’t had been but i’ your case.

3.5.275–82
Busy
Sister, let her fly the impurity of the place, swiftly, lest she partake of the pitch thereof. Thou art the seat of the Beast, O Smithfield, and I will leave thee. Idolatry peepeth out on every side of thee.

3.6.41–44
Trash
A pox of his Bedlam purity. He has spoil’d half my ware: but the best is, we lose nothing, if we miss our first merchant.

3.6.129–31
Cokes
Would I might lose my doublet, and hose too, as I am an honest man, and never stir, if I think there be anything but thieving, and coz’ning, i’ this whole Fair. Bartholomew-fair, quoth he; an’ ever any Bartholomew had that luck in’t that I have had, I’ll be martyr’d for him, and in Smithfield, too.

4.2.67–72
Whit
As soon ash tou cansht, shweet Ursh. Of a valiant man I tink I am the patientsh man i’ the world, or in all Smithfield.

4.4.205–07
Ursula
Help, help here.
Knockem
How now? What vapour’s there?
Urs
O, you are a sweet ranger! and look well to your walks. Yonder is your punk of Turnbull, Ramping Alice, has fall’n upon the poor gentlewoman within, and pull’d her hood over her ears, and her hair through it.

4.5.57–624.5.57–62
Alice
The poor common whores can ha’ no traffic, for the privy rich ones; your caps and hoods of velvet call away our customers, and lick the fat from us.
Ursula
Peace, you foul ramping jade, you --
Alice
Od’s foot, you bawd in grease, are you talking?
Knockem
Why, Alice, I say.
Alice
Thou sow of Smithfield, thou.
Urs
Thou tripe of Turnbull.
Kno
Cat-a-mountain-vapours! ha!
Urs
You know where you were taw’d lately, both lash’d and slash’d you were in Bridewell.
Alice
Aye, by the same token, you rid that week, and broke out the bottom o’ the cart, night-tub.

4.5.68–80
Leatherhead
Well, Luck and Saint Bartholomew! Out with the sign of our invention, in the name of Wit, and do you beat the drum, the while; all the foul i’ the Fair, I mean all the dirt in Smithfield (that’s one of Master Littlewit’s carriwitchets now), will be thrown at our banner today, if the matter does not please the poeple.

5.1.1–6
Cokes
A motion, what’s that?
He reads the bill.
’The ancient modern history of Hero and Leander, otherwise called The Touch-stone of true Love, with as true a trial of friendship, between Damon and Pythias, two faithful friends o’ the Bankside?’ Pretty i’faith, what’s the meaning on’t Is’t an interlude? or what is’t?

5.3.6–11
Littlewit
It pleases him to make a matter of it, sir. But there is no such matter I assure you: I have only made it a little easy, and modern for the times, sir, that’s all; as, for the Hellespont, I imagine our Thames here; and then Leander I make a dyer’s son, about Puddle-wharf; and Hero a wench o’ the Bank-side, who going over one morning, to old Fish-street, Leander spies her land at Trig-stairs, and falls in love with her: now do I introduce Cupid, having metamorphos’d himself into a drawer, and he strikes Hero in love with a pint of sherry; and other pretty passages there are, o’ the friendship, that will delight you, sir, and please you of judgement.

5.3.112–23
Leatherhead
Gentles, that no longer your expectations may wander,
Behold our chief actor, amorous Leander,
With a great deal of cloth lapp’d about him like a scarf,
For he yet serves his father, a dyer at Puddle-wharf,
Which place we’ll make bold with, to call it our Abydus,
As the Bankside is our Sestos, and let it not be denied us.

5.4.113–18
Puppet Leander
Here, Cole, what fairest of fairs
Was that fare, that thou landedst but now at Trig-stairs?
Cokes
What was that, fellow? Pray thee tell me, I scarce understand ’em.
Leatherhead
Leander does ask, sir, what fairest of fairs
Was the fare that he landed, but now, at Trig-stairs?
Puppet Cole
It is lovely Hero.
Pup. Lean
Nero?
Pup. Cole
No, Hero.
Lea
It is Hero
Of the Bankside, he saith, to tell you truth without erring,
Is come over into Fish-street to eat some fresh herring,
Leander says no more, but as fast as he can,
Gets on all his best clothes; and will after to the Swan.

5.4.139–52
Leatherhead
Now, gentles, to the friends, who in number are two,
And lodg’d in that ale-house, in which fair Hero does do.
Damon (for some kindness done him in the last week)
Is come fair Hero, in Fish-street, this morning to seek:
Pythias does smell the knavery of the meeting,
And now you shall see their true friendly greeting.

5.4.220–25
Puppet Leander
And sweetest of geese, before I go to bed,
I’ll swim o’er the Thames, my goose, thee to tread.
Cokes
Brave! he will swim o’er the Thames, and tread his goose, tonight, he says.
Leatherhead
ye, peace, sir, they’ll be angry, if they hear you eavesdropping, now they are setting their match.
Pup. Lean
But lest the Thames should be dark, my goose, my dear friend,
Let thy window he provided of a candle’s end.

5.4.289–96
Justice Overdo
Master Winwife? I hope you have won no wife of her, sir. If you have, I will examine the possibility of it, at fit leisure. Now, to my enormities: look upon me, O London! and see me, O Smithfield! the example of justice, and Mirror of Magistrates; the true top of formality, and scourge of enormity. Hearken unto my labours, and but observe my discoveries; and compare Hercules with me, if thou dar’st, of old; or Columbus; Magellan; or our country-man Drake of later times: stand forth you weeds of enormity, and spread.

5.6.31–40
Quarlous
Gap in transcription. Reason: Editorial omission for reasons of length or relevance. Use only in quotations in born-digital documents. (KL)[…] Nay, sir, stand now you fix’d here, like a stake in Finsbury to be shot at, or the whipping post i’ the Fair, but get your wife out o’ the air, it will make her worse else; and remember you are but Adam, flesh and blood!

5.6.96–100

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