 | Little John And The Giants |  |
SCENE I.
A Country Village.John Good met by several Peasants, running from different parts.
1st Peas.
Run, run, run—
2d Peas.
We're all undone!
3d Peas.
Run, run!
Jack.
What, are you mad?—The devil's in the people!
1st Peas.
A Giant, sir, a Giant, like a steeple!
2d Peas.
His eyes two beacons are, three miles asunder.
3d Peas.
His mouth a furnace, and his voice a thunder.
1st Peas.
On Lammas last, the ugly dog, confound him,
He ravished all our maids, nine miles around him.
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The greedy gut, last fair, as I'm a sinner,
Eat up both men and market, at a dinner.
3d Peas.
A goodly farm I had, with kine to stock it;
House, farm, and all, he whips me in his pocket.
All in a chafe, I runs me to the Corum,
And ript the bundle of my griefs, before 'em:
Alack, my masters, 'twas a musty arrant;
The Corum heard—but hold ye there—no warrant!
What should I do, at such a woeful crisis?
I tuck'd my duds, and trudg'd to our assizes;
When, lo sir, as I stood, my wrongs disclosing,
One Judge sat wisely deaf, and 'tother dozing.
Jack.
My friends, your State Physicians, thro' all nations,
Prescribe the Poor their standing dose—of Patience.
The Weak must bend, or break; the Wise be pliant;
Nor vainly look for Justice on a Giant.
AIR I.
Tune. “At the Tree I shall suffer with pleasure.”I.
The Laws they were made for the Little,
The Laws they were made for the Little:
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All the ties, that belong
To Justice and Honour, are brittle.
CHORUS.
In the hands of the Strong, &c.
II.
The Laws they were made for the Little,
The Laws they were made for the Little:
Though Churchmen may preach,
And Philosophers teach,
The Great will not list to a tittle.
CHORUS
Though Churchmen, &c.
III.
The laws they were made for the Little,
The Laws they were made for the Little:
It is not by Right,
But by Wrong-doing Might,
That Giants still scape a Committal.
CHORUS.
It is not by right. &c.
Yet fear not, honest neighbours! come, there may,
A future deed, to mark some future day,
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In single opposition, hand to hand:
Thereafter, 'twill be easy to divine,
Whose hand shall prove the stronger, his or mine.
1st Peas.
May Heaven's high help, our little Hero bless!
2d Peas.
We wish your Honour, mighty good success.
[Exit Jack.
3d Peas.
Soft ye, my neighbours!—what is this I see?
You spoke but of one Giant—here are three!
1st Peas.
Then look ye, friends, there's little more to say,
The hindmost let them catch—
All.
Away, away!
[Exeunt running.
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