 | Psyche Debauch'd |  |
Scene I.
Enter two men—Neighbours.1.
Neighbour. Don't you see a great noise somewhere?
just like an Eccho coming from a Playn, where are no Woods,
Hills, or Valleys to make it.
2.
Ay, ay, 'tis, because the Princes have kill'd the Bear,
and every mothers Child is gone out to meet them.
1.
The Princess are fine Blades, i'faith 'specially Prince
Phillip for Quoyts, or Cudgels, turn him loose.—Well now,
Maids may live and marry, when they can get Husbands.
2.
Ay, and we may hope to hear of a Maid in the ten's
again, before they were affraid of being given to the Bear,
that Maiden-heads were as cheap as stinking Fish.
1.
I have heard much of these Maiden-heads, prythee
what are they like?
2.
Like.—why they are so like nothing, that there is nothing
like them.—
1.
If the Bear was kill'd but half an hour ago, as it seems
by the story, how could the triumphal Arch be built, and
all this Pomp and Luxury be prepared to entertain the
Prince.—
2.
The way was chalk'd out by some Poet; or perhaps it
was done by Nature, aud the Gods.
1.
Nature and the Gods, they had other Fish to fry, they
have been together by the ears all this day about Princess
None-so-fair; But heark, the Eccho draws near from the
Playn! Let's take our places, least we lose the Show.
Exeunt.
Song.
A Battel so dreadful, 'tween Princess and Bear,
Oh Christian Pee-pel!
This Beast was so hungry, and also right fell,
he eat youth, and baggage,
like Salt, Beef, and Cabbage,
'twas dolefull to look on, and ruefull to tell.
And here is his head,
By which you may see, all is sooth that I said,
Therefore rejoyce, sing, and dance all, and some
With a lum, trum, tum, trum, tum, &c.
When bloody minded Rose, Phillip, and Nick,
Quoth Nicolas, I think,
The Fight will be doubtful, then first let us drink.
Prince Phillip by and by,
Did fill out the Brandy.
And Courage did swell up, as Bottle did shrink.
These Princes went boldly to find out the Dragon-Bear I do mean.
And catch'd him devouring of two pretty men,
They stole both behind him,
And e'r he could mind them,
They cut him, and slash'd him agen and agen.
Song.
shall drink, and eat still of the best,
For him you slew with Swords sharp dint,
Car'd not one Fig for Jack o'lent.
But star'd, as if he would cry forth,
When Boy with Clapper cry'd shooh shoh.
Give place to any, but Quixot.
1.
While we their Praises are hum drumming,
See where Mother Wossat's coming.
Mother Woossat flies over the Stage, and calls Justice Crab, who comes out in his Charriot.
Woossat
knocks.
Is Justice Crab within?
Crab.
What wouldst thou mortal?
Song.
Woss.
Justice! Oh gentle Justice Crab!
Crab.
Why makes my Croan this doleful moan?
Who dares affront my beauteous drab?
My sister Redstreaks dead,
Crab.
Is sister Redstreak dead?
Wooss.
—Ay! ay!
Crab.
What mortal did the direful deed?
Wooss.
Proud Springal Princess made her bleed.
And said
They cut off Bruines head,
Oh! If thou yet canst prise?
The Amber dropping from my eyes.
If all the Pensions I have paid?
And jobs that thou hast Gratis had,
Have any dent in Noddle made:
Let None-so-fair thy Fingers feel,
And all that did my Redstreak kill.
Crab.
—From thy dear Chops,
Such Kindness drops.
Still so much influence from thee rains,
Thou shalt command my heart and brains,
I'le pay those saucy Princes for their pains,
I'le give them a Posset,
Dare make their tricks thus at,
My poor Mother Woossat.
Little Constable,
Come with Painted bauble,
And send off the Rabble.
Sumptuous their Throne is, but I'le make a Carr on't,
Crabs word alone is more powerful then Warrant.
Chorus.
Let the stripplings and losses be lustily curried,
Ay, and let their good Graces,
To limbo, to limbo, to limbo, be hurri'd.
Woossat and Crab fly out, a little Spirit rises, and beats off the Princes and Attendants.
Exeunt all.
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