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Representations in Parts to be Habited, Sung, and Acted, as they have been often times with great applause performed before the Lord Major and the Sheriffs of London.
An Eclogue, or Representation in four Parts, composed for the Lord Major, Sir Tho. Allen, and Sung by the City Musick, Decemb. 18th. 1659.
The Presenters, Love, Plenty, Truth, and Courage.Love.
My honour'd Lord and Lady,
May that great hand that made ye
Supply this cheer
From year to year,
And may no strength degrade ye,
May that great hand that made ye
Supply this cheer
From year to year,
And may no strength degrade ye,
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I am a bold intruder,
Which makes me seem the ruder;
But the City is
Much us'd to this
Since civil War subdu'd her.
Which makes me seem the ruder;
But the City is
Much us'd to this
Since civil War subdu'd her.
Plenty.
We are no Lance-presadoes,
No Basket-hilt Bravadoes;
When you know our Names
You'l love our fames,
We deal not in Granadoes.
No Basket-hilt Bravadoes;
When you know our Names
You'l love our fames,
We deal not in Granadoes.
Love.
We come not to invade ye;
Or subt'ly to perswade ye;
Truth.
I am Truth (in a word)
Plenty.
I am Plenty, my Lord,
Love.
And I am Love my Lady.
1.
Chorus.
Let Buff-coat and Feather2.
Go drumming together:
All.
We fear not the force of Invasion.
3.
The Voice and the Lute
1.
Makes a better dispute,
All.
Love hath the best art of perswasion.
Plenty.
But stay, methinks our Melody is dull,
We want a voice to fill the Chorus full.
Love.
Truth, where is Peace, (Truth) her absence is no wonder,
For Peace and Truth have been long time asunder:
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Love.
Peace seldom goes where Churches are made Stables.
Truth.
Peace never comes amongst those sad disasters,
Into that Land where Servants beat their Masters:
Plenty.
Peace seldom into such confusion comes
Where City Charters are made heads for Drums.
Love.
Peace loves good men, that profess what they'l dye for,
Not such as make Covenants stand for a Cipher.
Truth.
Peace ne're comes where Brother doth fight against Brother,
Nor where Protestations drive out one another.
Plenty.
Peace knows that the Sword men will ne're be true friends,
For Collonels like Coblers are awl for their ends;
She never appears, (though she very much pitty)
Where a bunch of Bandoleers are the keyes of a City.
Love.
When wisdom's wanting,
Truth.
And zeal is canting,
Plenty.
Then rage is ranting,
All.
And Peace lyes panting.
Chorus together.
Then blame not the words of our Tongue or our Pen,
We shall ne're hold our peace till we get her agen:
For Love, Truth, and Plenty must quickly decay,
As experience will tell us when Peace is away:
Love.
But now Peace is gone
And hath left us alone,
What other foundation can we build upon
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Let courage come rule.
Plen.
I fear he's too cool.
Love.
If he leave Love and Plenty, and Truth, hee's a fool.
Truth.
Can fury out-brave him?
'Tis Truth that must save him;
Go call him:
(Plen.)
I can not, the Prentices have him.
Love.
Go tell him our need,
Our Liberties bleed,
And say that my Lord doth command him with speed.
Plen
At that word he comes. Enter Courage.
Courage.
Boyes beat up your drums,
Are Sword-men abroad, and we picking of crums?
Have we the bold Valour, the Wealth, and the Wit,
And shall we be shallowly cheated of it?
Truth, Plenty, and Love, you all are well met,
In honester Causes ye ne're ventur'd yet;
We serve a brave Master, who for publick good
Will hazard his Fortune, his Fame, and his Blood:
Let Love, Truth, and Courage, and Plenty endeavour
To wait on his person, and serve him for ever.
Then let every voice like a well skill'd Musician
Discover the progress of Pride and Ambition.
Are Sword-men abroad, and we picking of crums?
Have we the bold Valour, the Wealth, and the Wit,
And shall we be shallowly cheated of it?
Truth, Plenty, and Love, you all are well met,
In honester Causes ye ne're ventur'd yet;
We serve a brave Master, who for publick good
Will hazard his Fortune, his Fame, and his Blood:
Let Love, Truth, and Courage, and Plenty endeavour
To wait on his person, and serve him for ever.
Then let every voice like a well skill'd Musician
Discover the progress of Pride and Ambition.
Courage.
The basest condition
Is Pride and Ambition,
It rifles and stifles
True Love and Allegiance.
'Tis never contented
Till Time hath consented
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The bonds of Obedience:
Truth.
It was a shrew'd weed in
The Garden of Eden
It drew out and threw out
Poor Eve and her Adam.
'Twas one of the strange ills
That cast down the Angels
So steep and so deep
That no measure can fadom.
Plenty.
It is but a sad sort of sinning
And ends with a terrible taste,
It shews like a Saint in beginning,
But looks like a Devil at last.
Love.
Ambition strikes every thing dumb
That dams up the way of her hope,
It often doth aim at a Kingdom,
And frequently ends in a Rope.
Chorus. All.
Then since bold ambition doth work such disasters,
Why should we be Monsters in hope to be Masters;
That City shall hold out in spight of all weather,
Where Conscience and Courage are coupled together.
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The Cheaters Cheated.
A Representation in four parts to be Sung, Nim. Filcher, Wat, and Moll, made for the Sheriffs of London.
Enter Nim. a Cheat at one door, and Filcher his fellow at the other.Nim.
1
Good morrow fellow Filcher,What, do we sink or swim?
Thou look'st so like a Pilcher?
Filch.
Good morrow fellow Nim,
The Devil's in our destiny,
I cannot get a pluck.
Nim.
No, surely if the Devil were in't
We should have better luck.
Fil.
2
What Star is my director,I am in such a state?
Nim.
Nay, prethe brother Hector
Do not fall out with Fate;
For we are fortunes Minions,
And fight under her banner,
'Tis she is Queen of all the world.
Fil.
A mischief light upon her.
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3
No money is reveal'd yet,I wonder where it lingers?
The Souldier hath conceal'd it,
'Tis fast in iron fingers;
From whence if we could get it
By fury or by fraud:
We had as good attempt to pick
The Pocket of a Baud,
Filch.
4
Your roaring CavalierWho when he had the Chink,
Would bravely domineer
In diceing, drabs and drink:
Go ask him now for money
And he hath none at all,
Bur cryes 'tis in my Compting-house
In Haberdashers-Hall.
Nim.
5
Our sly Trappanning tradeMaintain'd with so much fury,
Is openly bewray'd
Both by the Judge and Jury;
For Lawyers have so many quirks,
And are such curious skanners,
That they grow cunninger then we,
And do trappan Trappanners.
Fil.
6
Our dyceing Trade is down too,For when we do begin
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A yonger Brother in
The Souldier falls upon us
And proves the best Projector.
Nim.
Faith every Red-coat now can make
A puppy of a Hector.
Enter Wat, a West Countrey-man.
Fil.
7
Stay prethe who comes here,Nim.
A gaping Countrey Clown.
Fil.
Look how the slave doth stare;
Nim.
He's newly come to town.
Filch.
He gazeth in the air as if
The sky were full of Rockets;
Let's fleece him.
(Nim.)
But how shall we get
His hands out of his pockets?
Fil.
8
Let me alone for that: I lately bought a glass,Wherein all several colours may
Be seen that ever was,
If held up thus with both hands.
Nim.
A pretty new design,
This trick will fetch his fingers out;
Filch.
And hey then in go mine.
Tune changeth.
Wat.
9
Our Taunton den is a dungeon,And yvaith cham glad cham here,
This vamous zitty of Lungeon
Is worth all Zomerzet-zhere:
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Che never did yet zee more horse,
The Wenches do zhine like Roches,
And as proud as my fathers vore horse.
10
Che never zince che was ableTo keep my vathers voulds,
Did ever zee such a stable
As thick a thing called Powls:
A Mezle in a red Jacket
Had like to have knack me down,
Because che'd undertake it
Held all the beast in the Town
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Ch'am come to zee my Lord Major,And thick as do hang the Thieves,
Ch've forgot what vine neames they are;
(A meazle on them) the zhreeves,
They zay they wear Chains and Scarlets,
And vollow'd by many Guardiants,
Ch'ave lost the neams of the Varlets,
A mischief on them, the Serjeants.
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And now chill walk my stationsTo every place in Town,
Che mean to buy new vashons,
Iche have above fifty pound;
Che took't away from vather
When he was gon a vield:
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'Cause ch'ave got a wench with childe.
Tune change. Filcher and Nim. looking in the glass.
Filch.
13
The Rainbow never knewSuch Colours as are here,
Nim.
Here's Purple, Green and Blew,
Wat.
Zooks what have they got there.
Good morrow Master, what d'ye cal't,
Filch.
Good morrow good man clot.
Wat.
Nay vaith vine Gallant there y'are out
My Neame is honest Wat.
Fil.
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I'le shew thee such a slight thatThou ne're saw'st honest Wat,
Neither by day nor night yet.
Wat.
Yvaith ch'ud laugh at that.
Fil.
Here take this glass into thy hand
And hold it to thy eyes,
Thou there wilt see more colours than
A Dyar can devise.
Wat.
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I cannot zee a colour yet,Nim.
Thou dost not hold it high,
Wat.
Che hav't, che ha't, ch'av got it now,
Nim.
Ifaith and so have I. Picks his Pocket.
Wat.
Here's black, and blew, and gray, and green,
And orange-tauny, white;
And now Ich ave lost all agen. Filch. picks tother Pocket.
Fil.
In troth y'are in the right,
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Now prethe tell me honest Wat,How do'st thou like my glass
It is the vittest veat yvaith
That e're was brought to pass
And if that thou wilt spare it
Chill give thee money down.
Fil.
I will have nothing for it feels in's pocket.
Chill give thee half a Crown.
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Yvaith cham very willing.You shall not do it now,
To give thee vour zhilling,
Filch.
'Tis more then you can do. Aside.
Nim.
Farewel good Wat, thou shalt not pay,
Good morrow Gentlemen;
Wat.
Chill get me gone vor vear that they
Zhould get my glass agen.
Exit Wat.
Tune change.
Fil.
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Quick let us shareFor fear of apprehension.
Nim.
Gusman could ne're
Compare with this invention.
Fil.
That rustick Clown
Hath brought a happy harvest.
Nim.
Lay your Money down.
Fil.
My purse is at your service
Crown for Crown.
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Open the Purse,Our Ship of Fortune fail's in't. Open it.
Fil.
Oh heavy curse
It hath nothing but nails in't.
Nim.
Ne're men till now
Were gull'd by such a Costard;
Fil.
If we meet I vow
Wee'l bang the bacon bastard black and blew.
Open the other.
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Unlock that fontLet's enter by degrees in't.
Nim.
A pox upon't,
There's nought but bread and cheese in't.
Fil.
Come let's depart
And drink a Saxon Rumkin.
Nim.
I am vext at heart,
But if I spare the Bomkin,
Hang me for't.
Exeunt.
Enter Mol Medlar Sola, with a Basket. Tune changeth.
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Souldiers fight and Hectors rant onWhilst poor Wenches go to rack,
Who would be a wicked wanton
Onely for Suppers, Songs, and Sack,
To endure the alteration
Of these times that are so dead;
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Without Money, Beer, or Bread.
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Farewel Bloomsberry and Sodom,Lukeners-lane and Turnbull-street,
Woe was me when first I trod 'em
With my wilde unwary feet.
I was bred a Gentlewoman,
But our family did fall
When the Gentry's coin grew common,
And the Souldiers shar'd it all.
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I was sure unto a HectorWho hath basely broke his vow,
Would I had a good projector
That would well support me now.
Who comes here? what simple Thumkin, Ent. Wat.
Oh! I guess him by his coat,
This is sure some Countrey Bumkin,
Now 'tis time to change my note.
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I can dance, and I can singI am good at either,
And I can do the tother thing
When we get together.
25
I have lately lost my dear,'Twas a holy Brother;
If he do not meet me here
I faith I'le get another.
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I can nimbly come above,I can tumble under,
And If I do but like my Love,
What Vary's that is yonder?
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'Tis a dainty dancing Girle,Zhee would make me gladder,
Her vace doth zyne like mother of Pearl,
chould chuse no more and chad her.
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A Dutch-man loves his Pipe and Can,A Jew doth like a Turk well,
But I could hug a Countrey-Man,
For he will do his work well.
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Citizens are full of slight,They will cog and flatter;
But a Countrey-man will do me right.
Che long now to be at her.
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Good morrow Mistris Trip and goe,My Countrey-man I take it,
I love you Sir,
(Wat)
Chill love thee to,
And vayth chil veze thy Jacket.
Mol.
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What's thy name, come tell me thatThou shalt be my Jewel?
Wat.
Why zom vorzooth do call me Wat,
But my neame is Water-Gruel.
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Prethe zay, and ben't avrayd,Art not thou a Pedlar?
I live close by in Tickle Yard,
My name is Mary Medlar.
Wat.
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Then zweet Mol come buss thy Wat,Let us twain be merry:
Mol.
I could nimbly dance, but that
My Basket makes we weary.
Wat.
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Give it me, chill dance a Spring,Che have no veaver Lurden? He takes her Basket.
Mol.
If thou wilt dance, then I will sing,
And thou shalt bear the Burden.
Wat.
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A match, a match, it's well a vine, Both dance to their own singing.We both zhall make some ztuff on't.
Mol.
Unless thy feet keep pace with mine
Thoul't quickly have ynough on't.
Wat.
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Well don Moll,(Moll) 'tis well done Wat,
Wat.
Chill do it to a tittle,
Mol.
But I have too much strain'd my throat,
I prethe sing a little,
She doth dance off.
Wat.
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Fa la la la liera loThis is pretty prancing,
We will go to Tickle Yard
When we have done dancing.
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Now che think ch'av vetcht it upZing a little Mary,
We will gulge a merry zup,
Zhuggar and Canary.
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Thou dost dance and make no noise Turns about and misseth her.Zhall I turn and kiss thee?
Prethe let me hear thy voice.
Hoop where the Devil is she?
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Zhe hath left me all aloneHere to mum and mask it,
But yvaith if zhe be gon
Ich chill keep her Basket.
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Here's good vortune come to meIn a merry minuit,
Now chill puttne down and zee
What zhee have gotten in it.
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Oh! wo, wo, what zhall chee do,Che con no know which way to go
With thick whore here and her vyne zong,
Che have a bore her burden too long;
Che may curse the occasion that e're che came here,
Would che were agen in Zomerzet-zhere.
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O! Lungeon Ich cham undoneCh'ave a brungeon a daughter or a zon,
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Water Gruel must now veed the childe,
Ich chud never be zorry, but vind it a place
If che had now but good store of Larzhant;
It looks Tory rory, and zmells zo of Mace,
That a zure it was got by zome zarzhant.
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Goodman zhreeve ze, look on the vaceVor a believe me it may be your own case,
Honest vree men Ich cham basely begeld,
Good a woman hold but the cheld,
Chil but step here hard by, 'tis but home to Taunden,
And chill bring ye zom gold in a Casket,
Thick all are hard hearted both women and men,
Che must march with my youth in a Basket,
Tune change. Enter Filcher and Nim.
Fil.
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We shall ne're have lucky minuit,None of our designs will hit;
Nim.
Some ill Planet sure is in it,
Fortune makes a fool of wit:
All our feats
Are simple cheats,
And destiny will have it so.
Fil.
There's nothing hits
But with those wits
That cheat Cum Privilegio.
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The holy drum
And godly gun
Are now the onely Engines that
Make Pimp and Whore
And Hector poor,
And wise men do they know not what.
And godly gun
Are now the onely Engines that
Make Pimp and Whore
And Hector poor,
And wise men do they know not what.
Fil.
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All our joyful dayes do leave us,Nim.
Never were such times as these,
Fil.
Every Bumkin can deceive us
Nim.
With hob-nails
(Fil.)
and with bread and cheese.
Nil.
Though we mist it
He confest it
That he brought up fifty pound,
Nim.
Where he did it
How he hid it
Is the plot that may be found.
Filch.
If we meet him
We will fit him.
Nim.
Hark I here one coming in
Very pleasant
'Tis the Peasant
Filch.
Now let's to our guards agen.
They retreat to several corners.
Tune changeth. Enter Wat with a little Trunck on a stick hanging at his back.
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Now farawel Lungeon Iche may zing,Chill no more here until the next spring,
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Which no body can deny.
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Che did a veat in Zomerzet-ZhereWhich vorst me at virst to zee vashons here,
Ich cham out of the vrying pan into the vere,
Che either must burn or vrye.
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In plush and in zatten a vynely wrought,Ich chave laid out forty pound every groat.
Fil.
I want a silk Wastcoat,
(Nim.)
I lack a plush Coat,
Wat.
Ch' have puttne all in the Trunk.
Fil. comes alone to Wat.
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Here's zilk and gold, and zilver strings,Here's Gloves, silk Hozen, Points, and Rings.
Stand
(Wat.)
what are you
(Fil.)
Lay down your things.
Why zure the Meazle is drunk.
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What would ye do to a poor Countrey man,First lay down your Trunk, you shall know more anon:
Wat.
And a very vine way to have my Trunk gone:
Filch.
Do so or I'le knock thee down.
Wat.
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Nay vaith good man Gentle since ch' have zeen it manChill lay it down there, and if che can win it
Thou zhalt have my Trunk and all that is in it:
'Twill cost above vorty pound.
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I'l have as much blood as thy heart can afford.Wat.
Thou cowardly knave, wilt thou vight with a zword;
But since 'tis but one, Ich che care not a Twoord,
And what do you think of another.
Nim. draws.
Nim.
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This Rapier I thorow thy body will run,Wat.
Ud zooks there's no vighting with two agen one, Exit. Wat.
Ich che rather will trust to my legs and be gon.
Fil.
Why now gramercy brother.
Nim.
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The rascal already is run out of sight,Fil.
His hands are vile heavy.
(Nim.)
His legs are as light,
The Plush for a Jacket, I claim as my right,
Fil.
Which really I deny.
For was it not I that prov'd the Projector.
Nim.
But if this good sword had not been your Protector,
The clown would have made you a pittiful Hector,
And beaten you.
(Fil.)
Sirra ye lye.
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My force hath been try'd against Castles and Towers,The prize as it lies is equally ours,
Let victory make it out mine or yours,
I grant it with all my heart.
They fight, Enter Moll.
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What mad men are these! pray what do you mean,I never did see such a sorrowful scene;
Nay sweet Mr. Filcher
(Fi.)
stand further ye Quean,
I'le make the proud Rascal smart.
Mol.
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You alwayes were friends, what makes ye fall out?Pray tell me true, what is the quarrel about;
Nim.
This duel will suddenly end all the doubt:
Mol.
I'le suffer between your swords.
They make passes. Moll is between.
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E're such a kind couple of Hectors as yeeShall squabble and quarrel for Paddington-tree.
Jack Filcher, Tom Nim, be counsel'd by me,
Deliver your Cause in words,
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You know that the Law against Duels is high:That Rodomontado there gave me the lye,
Mol.
Pray do but consider that Tyburn is nigh;
Nim.
That very word cools my wrath.
Fil.
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For my own part I onely would live by my Trade,The Bargain betwixt us must end by the blade;
Mol.
Pray let me but know the conditions ye made,
I'le judge it between ye both.
Fil.
63
Ile tell you then how the quarrel did rise,This fellow and I have took a rich prize,;
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And now he denies me my share in't.
(Fil.)
he lies,
We agreed that the sword should decide it.
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This Trunk is well furnished as e're it can hold,With silk and with velvet, with silver and gold.
Turn't all into money, and when it is sold,
You equally may divide it.
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But first what assurance have you when you win it,'Tis worth all this danger
We yet have not seen
Why then let us open't and see what is in it,
That ev'ry thing may be shown.
Nim.
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A match, let her break the Trunk open and see.Mol.
It may be by this means you'l sooner agree.
Fil.
Faith open't or shut it 'tis all one to me,
I vow I'le have all or none.
Mol opens The trunk.
Mol.
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Then look on your bargain, you both are beguil'd, Mol takes out the childe.Pray tell me if this be the velvet three pil'd,
Is this figur'd satten?
(Nim.)
I vow 'tis a child.
You swore you'd have all or none.
Fil.
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I'le stand to my bargain, for I will have none.Nim.
What? can you so suddenly alter your tone.
Mol.
Come kiss it and love it, for faith 'tis your own.
Remember when we were alone.
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For this pretty Babe I have shed many showers,51
As sure as 'tis mine, I'm certain its yours,
I never knew Man but you.
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These Projects to me are Riddles and Charms,How came the child hither?
(Mol.)
For fear of worse harms,
I left it even now in a Countreymans's arms,
A fellow that I never knew.
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'Twas left to be lost though the plot would not hit,I never could see you to tell you of it,
A Countrey-man brought it.
A pox of his wit,
I would I were rid of my life.
Mol.
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Before I knew Filcher, I was a pure Maid,Pray do but Remember the Contract we made;
You said you would wed me, and live by your trade.
Fil.
I'le presently make thee My Wife.
Mol.
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For all the worlds wealth I will ne're be a whore.Fil.
I'le purchase new Credit upon an old score.
Nim.
Ile deal in these damnable courses no more.
All.
We every one will mend.
Fil.
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I never will quarrel, or swagger and roar,Nim.
Then make the poor Simpletons pay all the score.
Mol.
I never will do as I have done before.
All.
We every one will mend.
Exeunt.
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75
Ch' have overcome my voes,And Watty now is vree;
It is no zin to couzen those,
That would have cheated me:
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Had che but met with one,Che had not been o'remaster'd;
Ich che wonder what they thought upon,
when they did vind the Bastard.
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Did ever vellow vindeZuch zimple zots as these,
To leave my fifty pounds behinde,
And steal my Bread and Cheese:
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Theise zitty theeves are fool'd,That meant to do me hurt,
The Meazles could not vind my gold,
che knittne in my zhurt;
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Ich che cannot chuse but zmile,That men who can talk lattin,
Zhould be zuch fools to take a Child
Vor velvet, zilk, and zatten:
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But Pride will have a vall,The Proverb zaith as much;
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Ich cham com to laugh a touch.
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God bless my Lady Zhreeve,And all that noble pack;
Ch'am almost dead with grief,
Che want a cup a zack.
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God zave my measter too,And zend him to live long;
Vayth now ch' a nothing else to do,
Chill zing a merry zong.
A Song on the twelve Companies.
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The other day among many papers,Che vown'd a vine zong of the Merchants and Drapers.
The Grocers, the Goldsmiths, the Taylors and Skinners,
And many zuch vinical zinners.
The Mercer virst a vine dapper blade is,
He zells yee zoft zattin, and very well paid is;
He makes his Commodity cover the Ladies,
Zo zoft and zweet his Trade is.
2. Grocers.
The Grocer layes his zhuggered baits,
He loves to have his zhip zail in the Straits;
He deals for sweet Almonds, Prunello's, and Dates,
With Ladies as light as his weights.
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The Drapers next in my fancy doth hover.
It is the best Trade betwixt Barwick and Dover;
But when his zhort Yard the women discover,
They will have a handful over.
4. Fishmongers.
And now have at the Fishmongers jacket,
It proves a good trade as the Taverns do make it:
But of all the vish in the zea chil undertake it,
He'd rather have a virgin naked.
5. Goldsmiths.
The Goldsmiths stall will make me to stop,
For Goldsmiths-Hall hath been a great prop;
Of all the rich mysteries this is the top,
The Tower was a Goldsmith's zhop.
6. Merchant-Taylors.
The Merchant-Taylors may not be outed,
His Calling hath been e're zince Adam was routed:
A zuit makes a Gallants wealth not to be doubted,
That is but a Beggar without it.
7. Skinners.
The Skinners hate Ich che must not incurr,
He covers the Corps of your Worshipful Zur,
And cleaves to your Aldermans back like a bur,
Whose lineing is Voxes vur.
8. Haberdashers.
Your Haberdashers Art che may call,
The onely fine trade that doth cover us all;
But woe to the Cavalier that did vall
Into Haberdashers-Hall.
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The Zalters trade we zhall not omit,
The Scholars zay Zalt is an Emblem of Wit;
But vaith I believe they love a vresh bit,
When Mutton and Capers meet.
10. Iron-mongers.
The fame of Iron-mongers do ring,
The strength of the Mettle can conquer a King;
The Helmet, Musket, and Gauntlet can bring
A Scepter out of a Sling.
11. Vintners.
The Vintner's Art but vew men do know,
Vor it is a zience too zuttle to zhow;
The Devil and he a Conjuring go,
When both are a brewing below.
12. Cloth-workers.
The Cloth-workers trade is a very vine thing,
And of all the Trades may be counted the King;
But yet he will merrily tipple and zing,
'Till his wits go a Wool-gathering.
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And now Ic che hope no Tradesman will takeExzeptions at me vor my merriment sake;
Their Trades are all good, but the Vintner's the bonniest,
God bless them and make them all honest.
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Ic che now will go home to Zomerzetzheere,And tell all the Countrey what vine things are here;
Chil jog to my Jug, and zee what God hath zent her,
And chil come here agen next Winter.
End of the Representations.
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