Ben Jonson - The Staple of News. Act 1. Scene 4. lyrics

Register, Clerk, Woman. What, are those Desks fit now? set forth the Table The Carpet and the Chair: where are the News That were examin'd last? ha' you fil'd them up? Cle. Not yet, I had no time. Reg. Are those news Registred, That Emissary Buz sent in last night? Of Spinola and his Eggs? Cle. Yes Sir, and fil'd. Reg. What are you now upon? Cle. That our new Emissary Westminster, gave us, of the Golden Hair. Reg. Dispatch, that's News indeed, and of importance. What would you have good Woman? Wo. I would have Sir, [ A Country Woman waits there. A Groatsworth of any News, I care not what, To carry down this Saturday, to our Vicar. Reg. O! You are a bu*terwoman, ask Nathaniel The Clerk there. Cle. Sir, I tell her, she must stay Till Emissary Exchange, or Pauls send in, And then i'll fit her. Reg. Do good Woman, have patience, It is not now, as when the Captain liv'd. Cle. You'll blast the Reputation of the Office, Now i' the Bud, if you dispatch these Groats, So soon: let them attend in name of Policy.