. St. Nicholas book of plays & operettas . vants and a jester. GREGORY. By the mass, this is the merriestChristmas I eer did see. Didst ever know suchgoings on? Such eating, and drinking, and frolick-ing ? What a dinner had we the day! and ods-body, what a pudding was that! They perforce leftenough for us to feast withal. HUGO. Ay, that they did, and right royally. Itell thee, Gregory, we do well to live in these daysof good Queen Bess, when there s plenty to eat anddrink. I warrant thee those knavish knights wehear of oft went hungry. GREGORY. The more fools they. I care not forglory. As the
. St. Nicholas book of plays & operettas . vants and a jester. GREGORY. By the mass, this is the merriestChristmas I eer did see. Didst ever know suchgoings on? Such eating, and drinking, and frolick-ing ? What a dinner had we the day! and ods-body, what a pudding was that! They perforce leftenough for us to feast withal. HUGO. Ay, that they did, and right royally. Itell thee, Gregory, we do well to live in these daysof good Queen Bess, when there s plenty to eat anddrink. I warrant thee those knavish knights wehear of oft went hungry. GREGORY. The more fools they. I care not forglory. As the merry play-actor saith, I am onethat am nourished by my victuals, and would fainhave meat. Ah, Hugo, that s a rare play; itmaketh one to laugh mightily. The master goethoft to see it, and he delighteth in that merry , thou shalt see anon how pat I 11 do t; themaster saith, Christmas or no Christmas, I shallpresent Launce and his dog. HUGO. The feasters soon shall come, I trow. T iseight o the clock. How now, fool? Why art thou. 142 ST. NICHOLAS PLAYS AND OPERETTAS drowsy? Whence these doleful dumps! Awakeand give us a taste of thy drollery. JESTER, Oh, give oer, I prithee. T is sad enoughto show folly to the wise. My pearls are not forswine. HUGO. Swine! Thou unmannerly knave ! We 11whack thee soundly an thou mindst not. JESTER. Nay ; an thou canst not be civil, I 11 takemyself away. I d fain be still. I m grinding atmy mill gainst the Yule-tide. GREGORY. What meanst thou, boy ? JESTER, Dost think we men of mind can forthwithdo our task as ye can lift a trencher? Aforetimemust we store the jest that seemeth struck like flashof steel. Een now I m sitting on the jokes I 11hatch anon. GREGORY. Ho, ho! thou art rare, Sir Fool. JESTER. Then leave me lest I be well done withsuch a scurvy fire as you would give. GREGORY. My life, but thou art quick. I would Ihad your wit. JESTER, Oh, covet it not, good Gregory. Thou artfool enough without it. HUGO. He hath thee on the hip,
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