Qvips vpon qvestions or, A Clownes conceite on occasion offered. bewraying a morrallised metamorphoses of changes vpon interrogatories: shewing a litle wit, with a great deale of will; or in deed, more desirous to please in it, then to profite by it. Clapt vp by a Clowne of the towne in this last restraint, hauing litle else to doe, to make a litle vse of his fickle Muse, and carelesse of carping. By Clunnyco de Curtanio Snuffe [i.e. Robert Armin] |
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Wher's Tarleton?
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Wher's Tarleton?
One askes where Tarleton is, yet knowes hee's dead.
Foole, sayes the other, who can tell thee that?
Asse, quoth the first, I can: bow downe thy head,
Lend but an eare and listen. Sir, to what?
Ist come to Sir, quoth he, euen now twas Foole,
One Asse can with an other beare much rule.
Foole, sayes the other, who can tell thee that?
Asse, quoth the first, I can: bow downe thy head,
Lend but an eare and listen. Sir, to what?
Ist come to Sir, quoth he, euen now twas Foole,
One Asse can with an other beare much rule.
Well, Asse or Foole, the second sayes, go on:
I say hee's dead: I true, and so say I.
And yet a liue's too, though some say hee's gon.
Till you approue this, I must say you lie.
Lie, quoth the first, the stab with that must go,
I do not say you lie, I say I must say so.
I say hee's dead: I true, and so say I.
And yet a liue's too, though some say hee's gon.
Till you approue this, I must say you lie.
Lie, quoth the first, the stab with that must go,
I do not say you lie, I say I must say so.
A Collier after Tarletons death did talke,
And sayd, he heard some say that he was dead:
A simple man that knew not Cheese from Chaulke,
Yet simple men must toyle in wise mens stead.
Vnto the Play he came to see him there,
When all was done, still was he not the nere.
And sayd, he heard some say that he was dead:
A simple man that knew not Cheese from Chaulke,
Yet simple men must toyle in wise mens stead.
Vnto the Play he came to see him there,
When all was done, still was he not the nere.
He calles a loude, and sayd that he would see him,
For well he knew it was but rumourd prate:
The people laught a good, and wisht to free him,
Because of further mirth from this debate.
The Collier sayd, the squint of Tarletons eie,
Was a sure marke that he should neuer die.
For well he knew it was but rumourd prate:
The people laught a good, and wisht to free him,
Because of further mirth from this debate.
The Collier sayd, the squint of Tarletons eie,
Was a sure marke that he should neuer die.
Within the Play past, was his picture vsd,
Which when the fellow saw, he laught aloud:
A ha, quoth he, I knew we were abusde,
That he was kept away from all this croude.
The simple man was quiet, and departed,
And hauing seene his Picture, was glad harted.
Which when the fellow saw, he laught aloud:
A ha, quoth he, I knew we were abusde,
That he was kept away from all this croude.
The simple man was quiet, and departed,
And hauing seene his Picture, was glad harted.
So with thy selfe it seemes, that knowes he's dead,
And yet desires to know where Tarleton is:
I say he liues, yet you say no: your head
Will neuer thinke, ne yet beleeue halfe this.
Go too, hee's gone, and in his bodyes stead,
His name will liue long after he is dead.
And yet desires to know where Tarleton is:
I say he liues, yet you say no: your head
Will neuer thinke, ne yet beleeue halfe this.
Go too, hee's gone, and in his bodyes stead,
His name will liue long after he is dead.
So, with the Collier I must thinke he liues,
When but his name remaines in memorie:
What credite can I yeelde to such repreeues,
When at the most, tis but vncertaintie.
Now am I a foole in deed? so let that passe,
Before I goe, Ile quit thee with the asse.
When but his name remaines in memorie:
What credite can I yeelde to such repreeues,
When at the most, tis but vncertaintie.
Now am I a foole in deed? so let that passe,
Before I goe, Ile quit thee with the asse.
What, is his name Letters, and no more?
Can Letters liue, that breathe not, nor haue life?
No, no, his Fame liues, who hath layde in store
His actes and deedes: therefore conclude this strife,
Else all that lie are vs, striue and breed this mutenie,
Will bid vs keepe the Colliar foole for company.
Can Letters liue, that breathe not, nor haue life?
No, no, his Fame liues, who hath layde in store
His actes and deedes: therefore conclude this strife,
Else all that lie are vs, striue and breed this mutenie,
Will bid vs keepe the Colliar foole for company.
Well, to resolue this question, yet say I,
That Tarletons name is heare, though he be gone.
You say not, Whers his Body that did die?
But, Where is Tarleton? Whers his name alone?
His Name is heere: tis true, I credite it.
His Body's dead, few Clownes will haue his wit.
That Tarletons name is heare, though he be gone.
You say not, Whers his Body that did die?
But, Where is Tarleton? Whers his name alone?
His Name is heere: tis true, I credite it.
His Body's dead, few Clownes will haue his wit.
Quip.
Though he be dead, dispaire not of thy wisedome,What wit thou hast not yet, in time may come:
But thus we see, two Dogges striue for a bone,
Bout him that had wit, till them selues haue none.
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