The letting of hvmovrs blood in the head-vaine With a new Moriffco, daunced by seauen Satyres, vpon the bottome of Diogines Tubbe [by Samuel Reynolds] |
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EPIG. 2. BOREAS.
Hang him base gull; Ile stabbe him by the Lord,If he presume to speake but halfe a word:
Ile paunch the villaine with my Rapiers poynt,
Or heaw him with my Fauchion ioynt by ioynt.
Through both his cheeks my Poniard he shal haue
Or Mince-pie-like Ile mangle out the slaue.
Aske who I am, you whorlon frise-gowne patch?
Call me before the Counstable or Watch?
Cannot a Captaine walke the Queenes high-way?
Swones, who de speake to? know ye villains, ha?
You drunken peslants, run's your tongs on wheeles?
Long you to see your guttes about your heeles?
Doest loue me Tym? let go my Rapier then,
Perswade me not from killing nine or ten:
I care no more to kill them in braue a do,
Then for to drinke a pipe of Trinedado.
My minde to patience neuer will restore-me,
Untill their blood do gush in streames before-me,
Thus doth Sir Launcelot in his drunken stagger,
Sweare, curse & raile, threaten, protest & swagger
But being next day to sober answere brought,
He's not the man can breede so base a thought.
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