 | The Night Raven |  |
A wounded Drunkard.
A Drunkard, (whom the cup did tardy catch)Came very late a reeling through the watch,
Who cald him with the common who goes there?
But he in staggers would not seeme heare,
The Constable, (with drowsie Bill-men mand)
Said sirrah, in the Kings name looke you stand.
What rebell knaue (quoth he) wilt not obay?
So looking by their Lanthorne, downe he lay
And to the watchmen, holding vp his hand,
Said now I charge you all to help me stand,
Or else in sober sadnesse, (you fox getters,)
Ile make you anuswere it before your betters,
Marke what I say, for now I charge you all,
To make me stand, and looke I doe not fall.
With that they got him on his legs and staid him,
Saying heer's the Constable, you disobay'd him,
And were it not for shame, (base drunken clowne)
We would (as we may lawfull) knocke thee downe.
With that he fell vnto the ground againe
And cry'd out murder, murder, I am slaine,
My scull is cleft, they haue put out mine eyes,
And cut off both my legs, Hostes, Dick dyes.
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