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 Hans Beer-Pot his inuisible comedie, of see me, and see me not. Actedin the Low Countries, by an honest company of health-drinkers. Hans Beer-Pot his invisible comedie, of see me, and see me not Hans Beer-Pot his invisible comedie, of see me, and see me not. See mee, and see me not. See me, and see me not. Belchier, Dabridgcourt, 1580?-1621. [64] p. Imprinted by Bernard Alsop, and are to be solde at his house by Saint Annes Church neere Aldersgate, London : 1618. 1618

Dedication signed: Dabridgcourt Belchier.

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The first leaf and the last leaf are blank.

Running title reads: See mee, and see me not.

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HANS BEER-POT HIS INVISIBLE COMEDIE , OF See me , and See me not . ACTED In the Low Countries , by an honest Company of Health-Drinkers .

Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci.

LONDON , Imprinted by Bernard Alsop , and are to be solde at his house by Saint Annes Church neere Aldersgate , 1618 .

TO THE HONORABLE SIR IOHN OGLE Knight , Collonell of our English Regement of Foot , vnder the Lordes , the Estates generall of the Vnited Prouinces , and Lord Gouernor of the Towne and Garrison of Vtreicht .

MIne honoured Lord , I here present vnto your view , nor Comedie , nor Tragedie , as wanting first the iust number of Speakers : Secondarily , those parts or Acts it should haue , which should bee at the least fiue ; but a plaine Dialogue or conference between so many persons , consisting of three Acts , and no more . If there be any Act in it , to make it sauour in your Lordshippes pallate , I shall be glad : Wormewood or gall to make it distastefull , I am sure there is none , if rightly vnderstood : for howsoeuer I may by chaunce light vpon a galled place , my entent is not to rubbe it so hard , to grieue it or make it worse : but rather to wipe it smoothly to clense it , and heale it .

If any man thinkes himselfe touched in any thing that is amisse , let him endeauour by Gods helpe to amend it ; and if there be any good counsell in it , tending to reformation of manners , or other aduice , as I dare be bold to say , there eyther is , or should be ; let him make vse of that , and follow it .

Moreouer , my very good Lord , as in all actions done , or to be done , after what kind soeuer , there be seuerall reasons , if grounded vpon reason or iudgement : why , or to what end they are , or should be done , so in this committed to your Lordships hands , though soone conceiued , and as soone brought into the world , being not aboue sixeteene dayes labour therein , more aimed at then the verball sence : Which if it please your Lordship , giue me leaue to giue you some instructions , is thus to be taken .

In the person of the old Gentleman is figured forth a man of singular good education , life & conuersation , a man that had seene the World , tasted the sorrowes and troubles of this life with Dauid , and towardes the end of his dayes had a peacefull possession of an happy estate giuen him : wherein also is set out the benefit of contentation : A man truly vertuous , frugall , bounteous and liberall , a louer of good company and hospitality , desirous to gaine the good will of his neighbours .

Moreouer , are shewed the wonderfull preseruation and blessings that God bestoweth on them that serue him : first , his wife a good wife ; then his children , as a principall blessing , next , good children , and his care in their education , besides his temporall blessings .

In the person of his wife is set out a vertuous , chaste and sober Matron , one that was carefull of her charge , not a gadding houswife , but such an one as did spende her idle times in reading histories and other good bookes , as is easie to bee perceyued . In them both the happiest vnion , and agreement that should bee in that blessed estate of marriage : and lastly , in them two , the prayse of a country life .

In the person of their son is set out an hopefull yong Gentleman , whose father had a great care to see him well brought vp according to his estate , and to let him know the world betimes ; not to keepe him at home vnder his nose , as many too kind and foolish parentes vse to doe , vntill they haue marde their children , which otherwise might haue beene better . Secondly , in him is shewed how a young man should carry himselfe ; first , to serue God , to please his parents , to follow that which is good , to reade good bookes , and to make choise of his company .

In the person of the Merchant , the noblest profession of Trade ; from whom diuers Worshipfull houses in England haue had their originall , is set out in some part their disposition , who being for the most parte exceeding rich , are also exceeding miserable , till they are disposed to get out & warm their blouds with this element of good liquor , and then as farre exceed in superfluity , as by experience I haue knowne some .

In the Serieant is set out , a well-deseruing souldier , who sticking in the first place of preferment , can get no higher .

In the Sentinell , an honest priuate souldier , one that loues a potte better then a Wench , and indeed the naturall disposition of all Souldiers , who for the most part leade a merry life , carelesse of any thing , so they may in a reasonable measure be prouided for of meate , drinke , and apparrell .

In Beerepot is set out an honest seruant , who howsoeuer , he will keepe company , and be merry sometimes , yet nothing can draw him from the performance of his businesse , and the due respect of his seruice , and duty to his master .

In Flutterkin , a Marchant of good Beere , a merry companion , one that will giue content to his guests , set out his wares , and helpe to vtter them himselfe , and rather then no body should be drunke , he will make one .

In the Moore , a man that had tasted the inconstancy of Fortune , one that bare his crosses brauely and stoutly , and in despight of Fortune , would bee merrie , and sing while others wept .

And for the names which are significant , if you take them according to their Dialect , as lesse materiall , I leaue your Lordship , at your leasure to guesse at : and commending my selfe , and those my poore endeuours vnto your Lordships Honourable patronage . I rest : Vtriecht from my lodging the 14. of Nouember , 1617 .

Yours in all humble seruice , to be commaunded , Dabridgcourt Belchier .
The Prologue . EXpect not here a stately Tragedie , Nor Comedie set out , with gracefull shewes , Of diuers kinds , to please mens greedy eyes : Yet what we haue , we giue , accept it then With patience , kindnesse , and with thankefulnesse . The Authour 's no Mechanique , writes not for gaine ; Nor with this dish , thinkes to fill all your tastes , Onely , for the learned , and iuditious sort ; Yet would please all , and no man here offende . Here is no gall , nor any bitter stuffe To quippe mens vices in particular , Such snarling trickes , are free from him and his : Then wrest not sense , to what was neuer meant ; If ought be wanting , it is want of skill , Not want of willing minds to giue content To high and lowe , to all of each degree ; Then giue me leaue , kind friends , to begge this boone , That you le be silent , if we doe amisse ; And if ought please you , though we dare not craue An open plaudit , in our eares to ring : Yet doe vs right , commend it afterwards ; And though some few of vs , doe take this paines , Yet one mans head did onely ake for this : He makes me speake for him , and he for vs ; And altogether ioyne in this request , That you will heare and see , and say the best .
See mee , and see mee not . OR A Dialogue betweene these persons following . Cornelius Harmants , a rich Country Gentleman , Hanneke , his wife , a graue matron . Hans Beerepot their man . Younker Harmants their Sonne . Iaques Garland , a rich Marchant which married his sister . Serieant Good fellow an old Souldier . Pasquill Beeremond a Sentinell . Ioaske Flutterkin a Tapper . Abnidaraes Quixot , a Tawnie Moore .
See mee , and see mee not . Enter Hans Beerepotte singing a verse or two of a Song , &c. YOunker , I come , your Father sends me foorth , To sell his corne , and bring him money in , Each day he walkes , and pryes , and lookes about With watchfull eyes , and euer in mistrust , Least that my Dame , or I his trusty man , Should nimme from him , or put vp more then right ; I by my Dame am watcht , and shee by him , And twixt them both in equall ballance hangs Poore Hans their man , their wakefull Argos eyes , Doe seldome winke , yet must I haue a tricke To make large measure , fill the bushell full , And iogge it soft vnseene , while they looke on , And still cry out for more , the measures scant ; And then the ouerplus . Cornelius within . What Hans , Come heere . Hans .

My Master calles , and I must needes be gone . Exit .

Enter Hanneke sola . Han. As God doth blesse the earth with great encrease , And in great measure sends vs ten for one : So must those blessings carefully be kept , And not with wretchlesse heed , let runne at large , For so huge heapes of wealth consume to nought , And like fayre buildings vnrepayrde , decay . Yet must not beastly miching niggardize , Cause vs forget our selues , and those that want , But giue releefe from our aboundant store : We haue enough , our charge it is not great , One daughter shee 's bestowed richly , and Her portion payde , no penny more in debt , Two sonnes besides , and they prouided for ; The yongst at Schoole , the other trayles a Pyke , And for preferment lookes each day , each houre : What friendship fayles , his fathers purse supplyes ; He doth not want , nor shall , nor haue too much To please the fancies of vnbrideled youth : Mine husband bids him vse his meanes , no doyt That he will send him , but alas poore I , Must licke my cream-pots , shake my winnow sheet And all for coyne , and often send him some . Mine husband sees and knowes , yet nothing sayes , But is content with what he thinkes I doe ; My man playes fast and loose , I see it too , And nothing say , for why , the knaue is true , And wrongs vs not one crosse , but what he gets Is for my sonnes , not for himselfe , I am sure . I see , but see not , giue him oft a shilling , Because to doe for mine , he is so willing . What Hans ? Enter Hans . Your seruant at commaund , To runne , to ride , to goe by day or night . Han. How now sir sauce , your tong so early glyb ; What though the dayes be short , there s time enough Ere night to make your pate ring noone . Hans . Indeed , Madame , you neuer saw me drunke as yet , So much as to forget that due respect I owe your seruice . Han. Well sir , then be gone , Make haste , dispatch , and get you to the towne ; Looke to your businesse , what you buy and sell ; But ere you goe , take that and giue my sonne . Han. The heauens blesse you mistresse , that fayre hand , Once more for the Serieant . Hann. Away you Knaue , Take that Dutch shilling , drinke mongst your Comrades . Exit . Hans . Shee s gone , the best that euer trode on shooe : I would not change my life to be Lord Mayor Of the thy crowne of London : my seruice 〈◊〉 freedome , labour but a pleasure , 〈…〉 what I aske , but halfe a word , T is done , she knew my mind , I would I haue sayd , That with the Serieant I must cracke a pot , But 〈◊〉 I could bringt out , she stopt my mouth With Knaue and shilling too : well let her do ot As often as shee will , See who gets most Of shee or I . He sings . As I went to Walsingham , To that holy Land , Met I with an olde balde Mare , By the way as I came . Indeed you doe full little thinke , how I Am taken vp mongst Souldiers in the towne ; Hans Beere pot is a man of note , well knowne To all vnder the degree of Officers . But Serieant Goodfellow , I loue him best ; And why ? because he loues my masters sonne . My Master loues him too , for his honesty And neuer sees him , but he giues him gold , And sends him much prouision for his house ; Hee le drinke his cuppe , sweares not & hates a whore , Which if he vsde , I am sure my master Brookes not the company of any such To haunt his sonne : but with an angry frowne , Would looke vpon him : for he and Beeremonde Are the onely lads of all the Garrison ; I come my laddes , my markets once ore-past , At Flutterkins wee le haue one brideling cast . Exit . Enter Cornelius with his wife . Come wife , helpe me on with my bande : indeede This fayre morning inuites me take the paines To walke on foot , and see the towne , visite My friends , & children , drinke some Spanish wine : And why , that wine ? I am not yet growne olde , I can bestride , a bouncing Gennet still , And with mine arme to frush a sturdie launce . Hann. Talke you no more of martiall exercise , Good Sir , but take you to your Country Farme , Keepe you at home , leaue that to younger blouds , Your sonne is young enough , let him goe foorth , And proue his fortune mongst those armed troupes , I am contented , God his will be done . Corn. I thinke deere wife thou speakst more then thou thinkst . Thou wouldst be loath to aduenture him so much . Hann. Not I sweet Sir , for God is God at sea , And land , a God alwayes omnipotent ; He can defend him from the gaping iawes Of roaring Canons mouth , that dreadfull flash Cannot come neere him , if it be his will ; Yet if he die , ti 's honours lofty bedde That shall entombe him , then I care the lesse . Cor. Well spoke , braue Lasse , I thinke faire Pallas shine , Begirt thy temples with her glorious rayes , At thy dayes birth , the wonder of thy sexe . Hann. How now my Loue , what do you Court mee still ? This Phrase befits not , twixt a man and wife , T is time for you to leaue such courting tearmes , Cor. What courting calst thou them , thou rubst me vp , To thinke vpon the times forepast , I saw In Englands Court so famous and renowmde Of great Elizaes blessed memory . That ayded so these troubled Netherlands With men and money ; still oh , oh still me thinkes I see those Worthies marching on earthes stage ; The famous Essex , Norreis , Sidney too , And wisest Vere , that held Ostend so long , Gainst hells foule mouth , and Spanish tyranny , As yet his complices can testifie . That saw his works beyond the bounds of witte , That now doe liue in noble fame and name ; Whom I le ore-passe , for feare I should offend . Hann. Offend not then ( my Spouse ) I counsell you , But leaue the mighty to their best contents , And passe in silence , what they haue to doe ; Let vs not meddle with the Magistrate , But see , vnseene , and hope for what s the best . Cor. What hath Apollos sacred Oracle Infusde thy Soule with high Diuinity , Or deeper iudgements , of I know not what , Made thee know more then thy fraile sexe should do I wonder : le ts along , wee le to the towne , Where I not doubt but I shall find your sonne A drinking , not at 's booke . Hann. What if you doe ? The elder Priest forgets that he was Clerke , When you were young , you did as he now does . Cor. T is true indeed , but yet I le tell thee what , T was strange to see a younker once but drunke In Englands Kingdome , when I liued there , For to be drunke , was beggar like they sayde , Now Beggars say they are drunke like Gentlemen , As since I haue heard an old fantastique rime , That thus imports if I be not deceiude . Gentlemen are sicke , and Parsons ill at ease , But Seruing men are drunke , and all haue one disease . Han. God blesse my son from such base foolerie , As to delight in drinke , a beastly sinne , Yet with a friend , to drinke a cuppe or more , I le not finde fault , the times are now growne such . Cor.

Well wife , giue but an inch , hee takes an elne .

Han. What then ? his nature , education , Composde him otherwise , you did your part To giue him learning , which will make him know The good from euill : but his blooming youth May be corrupted by bad company ; But that he seekes not , loues not , flyes as much As in him lyes , I heard 't with comfort too , Else would I not . Cor, My deare , what would you doe , Or not doe , Womens witlesse wilfull will , Is strange sometimes , with reason limitlesse . Hann

I will not tell you .

Cor.

Why ?

Hann.

Because I will not .

Cor. A reason reasonlesse , Women , Haue oft such reason , for their wilfulnesse , When as they ouerthwart their too kind husbands In things not meere indifferent , else Hann. What else ? Somtimes we know more then our husbands think , And giue aduise worthy to be followde , Not to be scorned , or to be contemnde In weighty matters , matters of estate , As 〈…〉 wife to great 〈◊〉 ; and Neroes mother too , Another Agrippina , lesse vertuous , But wise and politicke , one that knew much , And that great Queene , the Queene of Caria , Nausolus wife , the wonder of her time . And she whom former times nere paraleld , She whom you namde but now . Cor. O stay , my wife , Your mouth runs ore , she makes all women proud ; Are you so read in Romane Histories ? And I not know it : Welcome to the towne ; Wee le to your daughter straight , shee le be at home , I hope , where ere her thriuing husband be . Exeunt . Musicke . Enter Pasquill . My backe thin cloathde , my belly thinner linde , Keepes out no colde , I like not I these plankes , But when my belly is full of double Beere ; Oh then I sleepe like to mine Hostesse Pigges , And feele no colde , nor hardnesse ; Feather-beds , Stand further off , three stiuers and a halfe , The canne of English Beere : my money 's spent ; Pay dayes to morrow : tut , han gt , to day , I le shifte , But yet were younker Harmants here ; one can , My mornings draught were good ; or if to day Hans Beere-pot come to towne : Oh furious Mars , Hee s come , his Waggons yonder , now cock-sure , For this whole day I am prouided for . Enter the Marchant , Master Garland , and clappe him on the shoulder . Good morrow Pasquill , where 's my brother , where 's That Younker ? and the Serieant Goodfellow . Pas. You are welcome sir , what M. Garland ? I' st you , you know my mind ; one tooth is drie , Since yesternight I haue not had one drinke ; I am so colde . Gar.

Why dost not answere me ?

Pas. What did you say ? sure I remember not ; My wits want freshing . Gar. I will thrash them streight With good strong Beere , one cup will do no harm . Pas.

Will driue cold out , and keep my belly warm .

Gar. What riming so earely , and thine eyes not Washed yet : but where is Younger Harmants ? Where 's his Companion , Serieant Goodfellow ? Pas Fast a sleepe , his troubled head is so vext With this worlds cares . Gar.

What both .

Pasq. The Serieant , him Lonely meane , lyes sleeping yet within ; I le call him to you , if you will goe drinke . Gar.

Not else .

Pas. Yes that I will , and more then that ; I le doe for you , or for your Brothers sake ; Like burning Drakes i le split the empty ayre , And run through thicke or thin , at noon or night : If you commaund , poore Pasquill will obey . Gar.

Where didst thou learn such high stilde complements ?

Pas. Out from the smoaking of my Musquets mouth Fetcht from the fragments of some Poetrie : My nimble Muse comes from the Aquilone , And flaps her wings gainst Austers frothy beard ; While Eurus blasts doe pinch my tender sides . And gentle Zephir , glads the Seamans heart ; Driuing his shippe , crosse Neptunes foaming front . Gar. How now turnde Poet , or turnde Coniurer ; Stares not mine hayre : shall I be scarred hence : I le make a circle least Hobgoblin come , Pas. You are disposde to iest M. Ganland . I haue many such conceites without booke . Gar. Of thine owne making sure , they doe so well Concurre in sweetest Diapason . Pasq. Die a pace on sir : what s that ? That 's quite past The reach or Center of my shallow braine : But since with termes you thinke to put me down : Once more haue at you , i le not yeeld it so . Then did he make Heauens vault to rebound , With rounce , robble hobble , With riff raffe , roaring , thwick, thwack , Thurlerie bouncing . Ga. O Heauens ! why made you night to couer sin ? Had it been day , such things had neuer beene . Pas. Once more with patience , silence , & be still : You shall haue Rhetoricke gainst your will . Mount thee my Phlegon Muse , and testifie How Saturne sitting on an Ebon cloud , Disroabde his Podex , white as Iuorie , And through the Welkin thundered all aloud . Gar. Reade thou my riddle , & take thou my fidle I met a man that wept and wailde , I greeu'd to see him how he aylde ; He fared strangely , in such taking ; He said he was not of Gods making . Pasq. The Cuckow sings not worth a groat , Because she neuer changeth note : The man you speake of , young or olde , Indeed he is a plaine Cucquolde . Gar. O brains of a Burbate , wooll of an Owle : Where hadst thou so much wit ? now tell me thine . Pas. My Grandame taught me , & I learnt by heart This riddle of Saturnes far-fetcht sigh , But here me Sir , you know that honest man M. Flutterkin our Iouiall Hoast . Gar. Goe seeke my brother out , and then I will , Shew thee the way , and giue thee thy desire . Pasq. I must not stirre without my Corporall Giues his consent , I must not so offend For feare the varuels catch me by the feet . Gar. Goe to the Serieant , I dare warrant thee , And tell him that I stay to speake with him . Pa. Swifter then thought , your errand shal be done Exit . Enter Serieant Good-fellow , and Pasquill , walking by the Guard dore . Serieant Goodfellow . Good morrow M. Garland , what abroad So earely , can you leaue so sweet a Froe ; By gisse I sweare , were I so fayrely wedde , This houre yet would I haue kept my bed . Ga. Good morrow Serieant , dreaming , yet not wakt You are mistaken man , you see not well , Such ware 's not daintie , though you thinke it deere , Where is enough , and market all the yeere . Ser. I am glad to see you in so pleasant vaine ; I hope we shall haue a merry day on 't . Gar.

Deed , Pasquill and I haue beene riming .

Ser. What ? That prety Stripling , that mad Pastie-crust , He rimeth best with lugge or Pewter-can , And oft doth quarrell with our honest Hoast For spiced Ale , that hisseth with a toste : But let these matters passe , I le tell you newes ; Last night your brother and I fell flat out About an Argument we stifly helde Which seruice was best on horsebacke , or on foot : But what say you ? Gar.

For Horsemen tooth and nayle .

Ser. He calde me asse , but since one predicament Containes vs both , I care not I le not yeeld ; You know hee s learned , had I but so much , I de make him fret , and stampe , and scratch his head ; Doe you but second me , i le vexe him yet . Pas.

While you do talke , then I am sure of drinke .

Gar.

Let Pasquill seeke him .

Ser. Sirra , make haste , runne ; My Captaine calde him , when I went to sleepe . Pas. I goe , I runne , I haste , I skippe , I flye ; With nimbler heeles then ere did Mercurie . Ser. Ah poti maia sitis , how fast he Runnes for the liquours sake ; now thinkes he , To stuffe his guts with Huffcappe English Beere ; But heare me Sir , le ts walke in the Church-yard Vntill he comes againe ; for I must thinke My selfe of pro and con , what s to be done Against this lusty Younker ; Oh hee 's heere . Enter Younker Harmanis . Good morrow brother Garland , why did you Send Pasquill for me posting in such haste ; What is my Sister sicke , or your young sonne , Or some misfortune happened , that I know Not of as yet , vnto your house or goods , Or shippes at Sea : Speake , I am in suspence . What ? doe you foole me , flout me to my face ; Is that for my good will ? why then farewell . Gar. Be not so angry brother , I protest , I laugh not at you , but at Pasquill , what Sayde he to you , what message did he bring ? Youn. The foole comes gaping , sets vp such a throate , Staring so madly , as if foule Cerberus From pitchy Acheron , were come to affright Poore men on earth : or else some accident Of wonder strange , worse then a blazing starre , Had made men gaze , I know not what to thinke : You sent him for me , and I must come streight : I must not stay ; my Captaine askt him , what The matter was : if the towne were on fire : There s fire in the towne , quoth he , quite out Of breath and wit , forgets to moue his cappe , Cryes out on 's throat , that it was almost burnt With soote and smoake , and dust I know not what : My Captaine gaue him twelue pence , bad him goe And wash his face , he lookt so reechilie , Like Bacon hanging on the Chimnies roofe ; Faring so ghastly , that we both did thinke , Him worse then mad . Gar.

But whether is he gone ?

Youn. I le tell you , as we crost the market place , He spyes my Fathers man , and then from me , He flings as fast , as erst did Hercules , Send that his fastest shafts to Nessus side ; When he from him stole Deianira fayre For whom he lost his life : I saw my youth , And lookt behind , to see what they would doe ; In at next Tap-house , round as Iuglers boxe , Went they two first , and then two Souldiers more . Ga. Why then your Captains piece is half consumd By this ; if he haue got such company . Youn. T will not belong , I am sure , befo rt be drownde , Foure men foure Cans , what s that , but foure faire draughts . Ser. Yea for a Brewers horse , not for his man : Oh my rumbling guts doe ake to thinke on t ; A Canne a draught , I neuer sawe 't but once , And then I thought that man had burst his guts ; His eye-balls started , as the strings were crackt ; And though sometimes I loue to drinke my pot , Strong drinke should neuer more goe down with me , Before i 'de swill so much at such huge draughts ; One ciuill glasse or two , that warms my bloud , It is enough , me thinkes . Younk. Why ? now I know , Thou art not tong-tyde Serieant , els I thought It had been pawnd i th Lumbard for two doytes : I le buy a Calues tongue for foure , that s good meate For them that loue it . Ser. Why ? there s none but Calues Refuse good meat , or offered curtesies , Yon.

Why ? how now Serieant , do you cal me calfe ?

Ser. No sir , not I , but by chance speake of them , As by the way you light vpon their tongues . Gar. So now the game begins : flie to him , giue Him not one ynche , let him weare gold that winnes It first : shrinke backe , I will neuer owne thee For a Serieant . Ser. Now we are two to one , I care not . Younk. What sayst , thou speakst Ebrew , Greeke , Or English , Welsh , I know not what thou meanst . Ser.

Sauf vostre grace , vous estes bien venuz .

Youn. Hangs the French Ideon at thy tongs end too Speake two words more , i le make thee Port-enseigne Si ce iemais aduient , en ma puissance . Ser.

Perform your words , and then I sweare , I wil .

Younk.

I will .

Ser.

Sweare first , i le not beleeue you else .

Younk.

Without an oath I will .

Ser. Why , heare you then ; Admiranda canunt , sed non credenda Poetae . Younk.

That s Latine Serieant , wiseman , that s not French .

Ser. You namde no language , bid me speake two wordes , And you would doo 't , I le be iudgde by all Here present , if the wager be not wonne . I le get a staffe , the colours they are mine . Gar. T is well sayde Serieant , I am on thy side , I le beare thee witnesse they are thine by right . Youn. Though I meant French , yet will I yeeld , I lost ; Take thou the colours , I bestow them free , In my conceit , as ere did Emperour , Ser. I thanke your greatnesse in conceit , I doe enioy them , and I rest content . Gar. A good conceit , for now me thinks I see , The Serieant Enseigne , onely in conceit Stept vp in place , and office of commaund ; I see , but see not , what I hope to see ; That once performde which now is but conceit . Ser. I thanke you M. Garland , your good word , Is euer prest to doe an honest man good , For my preferment thinke you would disburse A score of pounds ; or so , wert come to that , Rather then I should fayle . Gar. Sure that I would ; Thou shouldst not want to furnish thy conceites ; If I haue golde and siluer at commaund , T is ready : Serieant I would doe thee good ; Get thou a place , trie thy friends , thou shalt see What I will doe . Ser. I thanke God and friends , t is done ; I haue bethought me , you shall see ere long A Metamorphosis of me reformde . Younk.

Transformde , thou wouldst say .

Ser. Call you it transformde ; Transformde , reformde ; or call it how you will : I doe remember what I learn't at Schoole In Ouid : Oh these verses made me whipte ; In noua fert animus , mutatas dicere formas Corpora Dij caeptis , nam vos mutastis & illas , Aspirate meis . Gar. Let thee alone Serieant , thou wilt be like To Pasquill , wilde as a Bucke , or Liueret Bred in March : this or be it not containes thee When thy braines flow with skilfull Poesie ; Hast thou forgot what we came hither for . Youn. I like thee Serieant , when thou bringst out paires Of Verses ; one and singles alone is not So good ; as when by two and two in rankes , They march in order : then they please mine eares . Se. You want a fellow to my tother verse , Doe you not . Youn. Yes marry doe I , make but one To wipe my mouth , like to the first , I sweare , I le giue thee a payre of good stagges leather gloues . Ser. A match t is done , i le fit you presently ; M. Garland will you see it performde ? Gar.

Vpon mine honest word , I will .

Ser. Why then , I haue it by this time : since your mouth is cleane ; My noble Younker , wipe your nose with this ; Sic faciunt stulti , quos gloria vexat inanis . Youn. You haue hit me home with your Rhinoceros Did neere make that , that famous learned Knight , Sir Philip Sidney , Scholers , souldiers pride Was his , not yours . Ser. What , though he made that verse , Those words were made before , he made them not ; T was well I hapt on his inuentions . Youn. Good wits doe iumpe , good witty , witles sir : You hatch those egges that other birds haue layde : I bid you make me one , by your owne wit . Ser. Why so I did , that which sir Philip made , Is now grown olde , and like my Fathers gowne , Spunne , weaude , and made , boue fourescore yeares agoe ; But this I made is new : as fresh as May Or flowres in Iune , or egges , but this day sprung , A plaine case Younker : sir the gloues are mine Vpon your honest word : forestoe you dat , A marchants word , no price set downe , i le haue Them richly made , with golde and silken fringe . Younk. I think the Serieant is grown Mountebancke To cling by shifts , hey passe , passe , Italian grown ; a sharking Charlatan . Ser. Italian , Spanish , English , Dutch , or French ; Sharke what you will , you shall not sharke me out Of my stagges leather gloues with Charlatan : Your Glouer knowes my hand M. Garland , To morrow morning earely , Charlatan Goes for his gloues , looke to the payment sir , Your honest words at stake ; t is good I know , You 'l keepe it sure , a marchant breake his word , His credits gone , no not for twice so much . Gar. Go fetch thy gloues , i le see the Glouer payde : Brother , t is lost , you shall pay me againe . Younk. Vpon condition I will be content , So he will make me but one true French verse . Ser.

I will and if I can .

Gar. Yea , that s well sayd ; That can was well . Ser. I can and will ; not for nought ; My learning cost me something ; and my wit Workes quicke and nimbly , if ought be to be got , The Romane Consuls after victories , Did crowne with Bayes triumphant Conquerours . Set but a prize , auferre gloriam Infuseth spirit to a working braine , Gar.

It shall be done , what is t ?

Ser.

Why what you will .

Gar.

A payre of Garters .

Ser. Garters ? yea content . I want a payre ; What gloues and garters too , I rose on the right side to day I am sure . Yo.

What time , a bargain wisely made 's halfe won .

Ser. Ere you can go to Flutterkins mine Hoast , And come againe , or else i le leese two faunes , Or Beere , or Claret wine , or Spanish wine . Youn.

Beere , what Beere , Scar-Beere ?

Ser.

No of English Beere .

Youn. I le not goe thither , I was there too late , Ere I can tell threescore distinctly : say A match ; I le tell them plainely , one by one . Ser.

Agreed , begin .

Youn.

I le tell then , shall I ?

Ser.

Yes .

Young .

One , two , three , foure .

Ser.

Iesuis .

Youn. Seuen , eight . Nine , ten , eleuen , twelue , thirteen , foureteen , fifteene . Ser. Soft , you are too hasty for a parish Priest , I am sure of your good word ; fiue and sixe Are lost , are they nothing : tell rightly , tell on , And do your worst : some honest French man lend Me but one hansome word or two . Younk.

Thirty .

Ser. I . Gods me , halfe out , but two words yet , Vostre . Gar.

Thou make a verse , then i le bake in a well .

Ser.

There 's one word more , humble , nay treshumble

Younk.

Fifty .

Ser. Seruiteur , life of my life , t is out : Be it what it will , stand on thine euen feet ; Then gloues and garters both are quickly wonne . Youn.

Brother , you haue lost .

Ser.

Then know I who must winne .

Gar. I le not beleeue you , I will haue it scande , Let them that know speake true : is it good French . Youn. Ie suis vostre treshumble seruiteur . The verse is true , consisting of fiue feet ; The case is plaine in common lawe : no booke Can saue you : Serieant thou hast won ; the garters They are thine . Ser. Younker , t is well ; and your gloues too ; Both gloues and garters , they are fayrely wonne ; Scratch not your head , it s but a Iacobin At most ; Come let vs in to Flutterkins , A cuppe and toste will doe me now no hurt . Younk. Why then farewell , I care not I for Beere , My Captaine gaue me some Canarie wine : The Churle he shall not ride the Gentleman . Ser. You shall not flinch , if that your cap be wool , You shall along ; What , would you leaue vs so ; Turnde Micher , that were not tollerable . Younk. I will goe with thee , doe but promise mee , Rightly to construe those lines of Ouids , Which thou readst but now . Ser. I will , then let vs hence ; I thanke great Ioue that blest me so this day ; How others speed , I beare the prize away . Exeunt . Enter Hans and Pasquill . Pas. This way he went , and here they were ere while , But now they are fledde like birds that cut the ayre , With clipping wings , and leaue no trace behind . But Hans my nose is quicke and sharpe of sent , Like those great Beares in noua Zembla found , Whose smelling sence was better then their sight . I cannot see , but smell where they are gone . Hans . Whether dost thou thinke ? streight to Flutterkins , My iouiall Hoast that longs to see my face , My beauteous face , my proper physnomie ; I soone despatcht , solde all my corne at once , And bought my meate . Pasq. As streight as Circes wande , Not looking backe , as oft Meander doth , Hans . What of Meander ? now my things be done , I care not , i le goe where thou wilt ; le ts on ; But what s Meander ? man , or mayde , or wife . Pasq. A riuer foole , didst neuer see a play , Or heare these verses which I haue by heart . What s he that talketh of the bankes of Poe , And of the milk-white swans that in Meander swam I le downe from hence and scoure the Stygian lake : To raise a fiend shall make his soule to quake . Hans . O terrible , my Mistresse sent you that , And bid you drinke it , not to hoorde it vp . Pas.

An English shilling : hey ; did she indeed ?

Hans .

Why Widgin , thinkst thou I would giue thee 't else ?

Pas. I le drinke her health vpon my bended knees , Vntill the Welkin roare , and ground lookes blew ; Two shillings haue I , not one penny spent ; I blesse my starres , good fortune set me free ; This dayes mine owne . He skippes , or capers . Hans . Take heed , your supple ioynts Are tender , Bones are soone thrust out : a wrinch Comes quickly . Pasq. I am free from poxe , good face . Hans . If they be free from thee , it skils the lesse : Doe you remember , how you serude me once , When to the Leaguer I was sent from home With some prouision to my masters sonne ; You brought me to a whore , a Leaguer whore ; Such stuffe blinde Polipheme would loath to touch : An wholesome piece , I neere loude Mutton since . Neere blush for shame . Pasq. T was for thine honesty ; Now it s on record , t is prooud , t is past the tutch . Hans . Can you accuse me ? no , and speake but true . Pas. I saw no hurt , I le sa yt , and sweare it too : But good cause why ; thou couldst nor go , nor stand Thou wert so drunke : vnfit for Venus game , A cart became thee better then a Coach . Hans . Why thou telst all , thou mightst haue hid some part , And no I haue shamde me so fore company , But i le requite you , if I liue ten dayes . It was no maruell , I will tell thee rest . As through the campe I past in strange amaze , Driuing mine Asse before me with his load ; I thought to be deuoured Asse and all By hungry souldiers , they did looke so thinne : My heeles they were flung vp , and headlong I , Fell on a Sutlers hut a fortnights space , I had no legs , nor could I quit that place . Pasq. What wert thou shot ? Hans . And lamde : you know too well , The grieuous moane our Alips made for me , Alasse , poore gyrle , she thought I had been slaine , But had the Bullet hit me , as the winde , Poor Beere-pot had been squasht , these hansom lims Had flowne in pieces , nor splinter left vnbroke . Pas. That had been pitty , which way went the shot Hans , To Callais as I thinke , or further off , I scapt I am sure , that dreadfull malling knocke . Pas. O hold my head my thumbe begins to ake , From hence to France if this be not a lye . Hans . Is that good manners for to take my tale , Out of my mouth , before I make an end . Pas. I haue no manners : had I such an one As Amptill is , to which seuen Parkes belong , I would keepe thee to be my worships foole . Hans .

Why ? where is Amptill .

Pas. In the Fayery land . Where men eate mutton , pigge , and goose , and beefe , Rabbets and chickens , partridge , pheasants , quailes , And drinke rich wine , that France or Spaine sends in , And strong March Beere , of fiue or sixe yeeres old , But on with thy tale . Hans . I le hang thee first , The Fayery land , where s that ? I am with child , Good Pasquill tell me quickely , else I die ; My mind is rauisht from this lower Orbe , Pas. T is not farre of , wee le goe to Flutterkins , And talke more on 't . Hans , Why then thou winst my heart , I long to se et , to taste such wine , such cheere , But more , I long for such vnheard of Beere . Exeunt . Enter the Moore singing a verse or two of a Song . If that I speake my language naturall , I thinke there s few that vnderstands it here : It s Hebers tongue left with the Abderites ; Hestron , pangaeon , cacobomboton , Aphnes halenon , Mydras , myphrasman , tyltura , pantha , teman , Hogdon , camthompos , parathasta pidarda laronta , Clastriae campharides , bulgida bartra bela . I am a Moore borne in Numedia , Parcht with the suns extreame and scorching heate ; My mothers name Abdela Sydan hight , My Father was Don Ian de Vechia , A noble Spaniard , braue Castilian : I serude the King of swart Numidia , And did commaund ten thousand barbarous horse For two whole yeares ; and then my fathers loue Drew me from thence to seeke mount Atlas out ; And so to Spaine : my Marchant playde the iade , And hoysted sayles for great Byzantiums towne ; From whence I ranne , and so through Germanie , With weary steps I poasted to this place . If that you aske my name , and faine would know , It is Don Abendaraes Quixot , A Spaniard , Moore , halfe Turke , halfe Christian , How ere my flesh escapte the whizzing shot , My tatterde doublet sure , escaped not . He sings . Exit . Enter Ioash Flutterkin . Good Wine , good Beere , they say , it needs no bush ; Yet haue I lookt abroad , and no man comes ; I haue ore-peerde the market hill quite round , My goodly front , mine eyes , my neatest bearde . My well fed corps : why , these are Adamants To draw mens minds to lend me many a looke , But yet ( none heares ) all passe , none steps aside , The soaring Falcon stoopes not at my lure , But clippes her wings , flees on , heedes not her prey , I see no Younker , nor no Serieant yet ; But Hans is busie with his masters corne , His Markets done , I am sure he will be here , O there s a man liues brauely , keepes an house , Releeues the poore , his gates be neuer shut ; His tables free , there s meat for honest men : He liude in England , learnt that countryes guise , For Hospitality , few such be here : Yet frugall too , was neuer prodigall , Spends nothing more , but what he well may spare , He borrowes nought , nor lends on vsurie : Yet hath ynough . Enter Younker . Marchant , and the Serieant . Younk. Mine Hoast , what all alone ? And market day , why this is wondrous strange . Flut. My noble Younker : Welcome Gentlemen , I want such guests , heere s beere was neuer drunke , Fresh set a broach : puts downe the Diamont For liuely sparkling : of transparent view , More cleare then amber , or faire orient pearle , Fetcht from the farthest Inde , Younk.

How now mine Hoste ?

Gar. Spare so much curtesie , lest we suspect Some hidden craft . Flut. In me ? you know me well , Plaine Flutterkin , a downe , right dealing man , I haue no guardes to set me brauely out ; But what I thinke I speake , and freely too , Without deceit or simulation . Ga.

Why then two cans of your best English beere

Flut.

It shall be done with much celerity .

He goeth out for Beere . Youn. Come Serieant , I must haue construction Of Ouids verses , i le not bate an ace Before you drinke , I will not stay so long . Ser. You are too hasty , spare me yet a while , And then i le fit you . Younk. Pray thee quicke , dispatch , I haue some businesse calls me soone from hence . Ser.

Thinke you I cannot , am I such a foole ?

Younk.

I know not truly , but I loue to learne ,

Ser. Why then giue eare , take heed , & marke me well , You often watch to take me at the worst ; But I le barre that , I le haue no cunning tricke . Fert animus ; my mind prouokes me : Dij Coeptis aspirate meis : Yee gods Blesse my proceedings : dicere , to speake Of : Corpora mutatas : Bodies changde , In noua formas : to new shapes : nam vos Mutastis & illas : for you transformde Those bodyes strangely ; yea and altered sore Their shapes to that they neuer had before . Youn. That same addition , addes life to the rest , And wipes poore Priscians head , that s fouly broke : Ser.

Why , is t not right ?

Younk.

Yes , there 's none can mend it .

Ser. And now sir , for our other argument , I le not giue of , before I am satisfied . Gar. Flye to him Serieant , I will take thy part , To serue on horsebacke , is best seruice still , I will maintaine it , while I liue one day . Yon. Gainst him and you , but giue me leaue to speak , I le shew my reasons what I thinke are fit . Enter Pasquill and Hans , and Flutterkin followes them with a Canne of Beere in eyther hand . Pasq.

They are here before vs .

Hans . We come in time , Here comes mine hoast propt vp between two cans . Hans .

Tha't 's well , all good .

Youn. A payre of prety youthes ; Shew me but one sixe pence Pasquill , then I le say , Thou l't quickly thriue . Pasq. Why , that I can , see there . There 's foure , and all vnspent . beleeue your eyes . Youn. God blesse mine eyes , but Hans what newes at home . How fares my Parents , are they both in health ? Hans . They send their blessing , but your mothers , it Is to be felt : t is leaquer on de tangde , It cleaues fast to your palmes : nay sir , t is gold , The purest mettall that the earth affoords . Youn.

Fill out some Beere mine Hoast .

Flut. Heere s to that hand ; That blest you so with crosses of that kind . Ser.

It shall be pledgde .

Pas.

Hang him sayes nay .

Hans .

Not I .

Gar. Nor I , nor hee , but with as good a will , As ere I came from Schoole , with leaue to play . Flut. Then giue me leaue I will begin this round ; This swelling cuppe I will drinke liuely out , Not one word more , before I se et about . Youn. In this i le please you , but i le drinke no more . They drinke round , the Younker and Serieant rise from the Table , The question which I prosecute is this , If horse or foot should haue preheminence : They are needfull both , to make an armie vp : Yet those great Armies which the Tartars vsde , Were all of horse ; so were the Persians Till later times the English Shirleis taught The vse of foot , and how to entrench a Campe . What can they doe but in such huge , vaste plaines , As are Tyrauna , and that Cossoua So oft made red with Turkes & Christians bloud , And great Pharsalia famous for the fight Twixt Pompey and Caesar worthy Warriours both , Both which did striue for Romes sole Monarchie . On mountaines , bogs or woods , or broken rockes : Where are your horse , ore-turnde and swallowed vp What can they doe against a stand of Pykes , Well linde with shot in such vantageous place . Ser. But what say you vnto that Persian Prince That beat the Turke with thirty thousand horse , Selim the first , the bloudiest Ottoman Of all his race ; who brought into the field Two hundred thousand strong of horse and foot . Youn. Indeed you touch me now , that history , Makes much for you , that Sophy Ismael , Did meet the tyrant in the open field , Whose multitudes did thinke to swallow him With open iawes , like to a mighty whale : But as an anker he stucke in his throat ; And made him kecke and shrinke , to quit himselfe . Gar. As how good brother , I desire to heare : This likes me well : mine host I drinke to you . Flut. I thanke you sir , you shall not go vnpledgde : Here Pasquill , Hans , you two shall haue your shares : Both .

We thanke you both , we mean not to refuse .

Ser. Yea , too t and spare not , it will be your owne , Good drink breeds blood , & bloud makes able men Youn. This warlike Prince diuides his troups in two The right hand battle he himselfe did leade , The left , his vassall namde Vstan Oghlie , When Turkes diuided they did doe the like , And so escapte the thundering Ordinance . Vnhappy Vstan could not get so cleare As did his Master , for the Canon shot Fell mongst his troupes , and did him greater harme . This dreadlesse Prince with valour brauely armde , Fals on amayne , with Turkish routes enclosde On euery side , and from each side he sends Such fiery balles , as made them know his force . They forwards ride , and backewards send their shot On eyther hand , no place from them was free , He onward flings , amongst the Ianizars , The chiefest guard that this grand Seigneur hath , And driues them backe within their strongest hold , Amongst their packes , and Camels bound with chaines , No words , nor blowes , nor fayrest promises Could make them budge , or moue , or stirre one foot . The wounded Prince , that fainted bleeding sore , Vnable scarce to keepe his Coursers backe , Perceyuing this , with slow pac'te steps retirde , And wheelde about , leauing his richest tents Vnto theyr spoyles , that durst not stirre to see , For three dayes space , what was become of him . In this I yeelde , the worlds best seruice knowne That euer Horsemen did , themselues alone . Ser. Well Younker , haue I catcht you . I am glad Of any thing , wherewith to stop your mouth . Youn. Nay soft , good Serieant , what can Horsemen doe , Before a towne , when we beleaguer it . They 'l scale the walles , passe trenches , giue assaults , Or enter breaches , yes I warrant you . Ser. They scoure the Countrey , bring rich booties in , While we lye staruing here , they liue at ease , Eate , drinke and sleepe . Youn. The more they answere for : When they ride strugling forth for lawlesse spoyle , Wee keepe our works in daunger night and day , No spoyled peasant cryes on vs for 's goods , Nor rauisht mayde , for lost Virginity , Nor wronged wife for forc't dishonesty . Gar.

What ? would you haue no Horsemen then ,

Younk. Not so . Mistake me not , but i le not yeeld them chiefe , Each body well composde , it doth consiste Of diuers members , framde by art , yet naturall ; The body where are lodgde the chiefest parts , I liken it vnto the Infanterie ; The exteriour parts to the Cauallerie . The heart commaunds , the members execute ; So they to vs , not we to them giue way . Ser. But where they are alone , all absolute : What they can doe , against your selfe you proude . Youn. Why that s Barbarian , and not Christian-like , Where multitude preuayles , not discipline , And in such places , as I namde before ; As witnesse are those three dayes cruell fight Huniades maintaind gainst mighty Amurath The second : in Cossouas fatall plaines . He kept an hill with thirty thousand men ; Ten thousand horse , the rest were all on foot Against the Turkes that lay like Grashoppers , Filling those plaines , eight miles in compasse round : This little handfull , roulde and turnde about , On that hils top in strong and close array , Flamde like a Candle mongst a world of flyes , That burnt themselues , ere they could put it out : At length with trauell tyrde , with blows & wounds All rent and torne , choakt vp with smoake & stench Of bodies dead : match , poulder , bullets spent This light did glimmer , flasht , and so went out . Gar.

What did the horsmen there , did none escape ?

Yon. They quit their horse , and made them as a wal For their defence , and fought it out on foot , Almost to the last man , some few escapte ; And swamme the riuer , got into a wood Among the which , Huniades was one The halfe beat conquering Turks had all enough , Stood still and gazde , and glad to see him gone . Ser. Was not the Seigneur proude , on s victory , Reioycing much at his Hungarian spoyles . Youn So proude , he mournd : was sicke with griefe and hate , Of this his Conquest , at so deare a rate . Gar. This likes me well , but ere you doe proceed , I le drinke to you : now am I for the foot , Heere s to you all , my noble Fantassines . Pasq. Sir , one health more , your Fathers health , I meane , That good olde man , he must not be forgot . Youn.

Drink 't out I pray thee , I will haue no more .

Pas. Were you a Younker , made of beaten golde , You should haue this ; What nor your Fathers health ? Youn. No , not his health , to drinke away mine owne . But drinke to Hans , I see by his lips hee 's drie ; He wants it , I doe not , hee le drinke for me , Or to the Serieant , he can get no drinke . Pasq. Nor him , nor he , i le drinke to none but you , I le keepe my man , I learn't that tricke at Schoole . Youn. Am I your man , god Bacchus , tossepot Knight , Would glasse and drinke were both besides thy guts ; I tell thee , i le no more . Flutt. Come Pasquill , I Will pledge thee , I can yet hold out , two cups , Two slashes on the legs will not be felt . I am as strong as Hercules neere out . Ser. Why how now Hans ? what Planet strucke ? quite mute , Or Bagge-pype-like , not speake before thou art full , Not one wise word ; why , where is all thy mirth . Hans . Nor so , nor so , I can speake yet , if neede , I heare , I see , yet nothing say at all : Mine Hoast hath learn't , to play at Foxe mine hoast ; He will grow kind , we shall haue drinke inough . Flutt. Enough my Ladde , wilt drinke an Ocean ? Me thinks a Whirle-poole cannot ore drinke me . Ser. Yet am I still for horse a Kingly fight . Oh finely mounted , what a pleasure t is A troupe of braue Launcers , a stately shew , Youn. More shew then seruice , for our good Dragons , Doe wheele about vntoucht , and gall their sides , Nor doe our Pykemen care a straw for them : Those troupes are good for execution , To spoyle a Kingdome , waste or hauocke all : Where s no resistance , or at least small head , Or else to runne , when as a battel s lost , But for a strength , a braue battalion Of Pikes and shot , empald two hundred square , And flanckt with carts and packes on eyther side : Your horsemen may goe whistle , where are they , This yron wall is impenetrable . Witnes that battell was at Varna fought , A shame to Christians for their breach of truce . Ser.

Why ? what was that ? twixt whom , what was there done ?

Gar. He payes you Serieant now , you 'r well most gone . Come I le goe home , I le stay no longer here . This Beere hath pepper , it beginnes to bite . Ser. Yet stay a while , and I le waite on you home , I must needs heare an end of this discourse . Younk. The Cardinall Iulian mooude this lucklesse Warre , Causing the King and States of Hungarie To breake their truce ; which they had solemne sworne ; The Pope dispenc't with them , so would not God , If he be witnesse : he wils faith be kept Without exception , be it with Infidels , As this was here ; the sequell proude it true , In manner thus : Huniades that mannadgde all , Dislikte this warre : yet Vladislaus This youthfull King , eggde on by Iulian , Would needs breake faith with mighty Amurath , And neere to Varna both their armies met , Where he so plac't his battels as a Lake , Flanckt the left side ; a wood was on the reere : And on the right hand all their waggons went : Had they kept so , Byzantium had beene ours : And Greece once more it had beene Christendome ; The battels ioynd , and after furious charge , The Turkes turnde backe , like birds with scarlions scarde ; So dreadfull were those well knowne colours which Huniades did beare : he giues them chase , Heedes not the meaner troupes ; but at hard heeles , Followes the fearefull Amurath : meane while The warlike Priest , more happy at his booke Doth quit his strength , falls on , thinks all is woone , Some chace the Turkes , while others seeke for prey , And spoyle theyr tents : they rued this greedinesse . This when the Turkes perceyude , they soone rallide , And chac't them now , by whom they erst were chac'de . Here dyes the periurde King , the lucklesse Priest Falls in a ditch , and there was choakt with mudde . Ser.

Where was the Generall ? what did he this while ?

Youn. His warlike troupes , stood firme both horse and foote : Helde on his chace , none durst gainst him make head : But when he saw all lost , with watred eyes , True signals of his griefe , all safe retirde , And watcht the Seigneur till he left those bounds . Gar. Why , this was strange , Oh fie on periury , I le not beleeue spensations of the Pope , Had that foule Cardinall , choakt in 's mothers wombe , This shamefull losse had scaped Christendome . Ser. That s true sir , pray drinke one cup to me , Deed I am drye . Gar. I care not , soe s not I . Filt vp , drinkte out , you are an honest man . How dost Pasquill , perceiu'st thou nothing yet . Pas. All well sit ; nothing : I am pretily well , And soe s mine hoast , I thinke his braines doe crow . Youn. But leauing these to come neere to our times , And nearer home , I le giue you one for al . When Henry th' eight of famous memory , Wan Bolleigue from the French : neere Ardres town A great Commaunder lighted from his horse , When gainst the English they were to make head , And serude on foot , vsing such friendly speech : You are the men I loue , this like I best ; With you i le liue and dye : Let me aske this ; What seruice euer did the horse alone , In these our Belgicke warres , without the foot ? Can they endure hunger , thirst or want , Or march in cold , or heate , like to the foot : They le dye like dogs , and you must eate them vp ; Or they le eate you . Cornelius discouers himselfe . His man creepes behind mine Hoast Flutterkin . and slippes out behind him . Why what s the matter there ? Ser. Well Younker well , I will with you dispence , I le yeeld the foot the chiefe preheminence . Enter Cornelius . He reeles against him . Flut.

Your Worships welcome , you do grace mine house .

Corn. Thanks , good mine Hoast , is Phoebus past his height , Or be times changde , is t Noone befor te be night ? Your house is altered , it s growne a Schoole Of good discourse ; of martiall discipline . Ser.

Wil t please you sir to drinke ?

Corn. Some Claret Wine ; No Beere , I seldome vse to drinke twixt meales , Obserue good dyet , to preserue mine health . Drinke fasting in the morning strong March Beere , Small Beere at Meales , and when my stomackes rawe , A Cuppe of Spanish Wine : Eate light Suppers , Neere sit vp late at night : and rise betimes ; Oft walke abroad , and vse much exercise : These midnight Reuels , Surfets , Wine , and Whores , And priuate quarrels , haue deuourde more men Then haue the wars of late . Ser. Sir , heere s a Chayre , Please you to sit and take Tobaccho with vs . Cor. Not I good Serieant , I le no Trinidade , My nose shall not be reeyde , nor guts dyde blacke , That daintie likes me not , that wholesome Weede , Makes fulsome smell : a dying hound would choake With Belgicke fire , and with Spanish smoake . Gar.

You can endure the smell sir ?

Corn. Wondrous well , But not to take it ; It doth purge mine head , And makes me sneeze , as though I too kt my selfe . It s well done Serieant , you haue helde him vp With good discourse : All times not lost , I see , Nor yet ill spent : place makes not men or good Or bad , its lewdnesse , ill condition , As vice or vertue doth in men abound ; Vertue from Heauen , Vice it comes from Hell , And dragges mens soules where monstrous Furies dwell . Flutterkin brings Wine , and drinkes to him . Please you sir , I will drinke one hearty draught Vnto your Worships welcome to the towne ; In generous Claret , sparkling ; this for me , The onely drinke . He drinkes . Cor. Drin kt out . — I thanke you kindly . To drinke one hearty draught , will doe me good . Flut. Yea twenty , if you will , heere s Wine enough . The towne is full , good lyquor wais it round , Cor. The Moate thou meanest ; thou speakst in Metaphors : You haue been busie , I perceyue the cuppe Workes his reuenge , for ioaling it so oft . Ser.

A little sir , one ciuill cuppe or two .

Cor. That ciuill cup breedes inciuility . When wine somtimes makes men be not themselus How dost thou Pasquill , I am glad thou art well ? Pas.

I thanke you sir , I want but Holydayes .

Cor.

What dost thou worke so hard ?

Pas. Pay-dayes I meane , To make one meet another , and shake hands , On euen termes , is all that I care for . Cor.

T is well thou leadest a merry life .

Pasq. Thanke God . My Mistresse , and you sir : you are my friends You make me drinke , when others will not do ot . Cor. What news mine host , I like your humor wel T is merry harmeles , free without offence : But where s my man , was not he here to day . Pas. He was indeed , but went before you came About his businesse . Cor. Since you might haue sayd ; I saw him when he slinkte behind mine hoast Pas. Gods blessing on your hart , what ere you thinke You find no fault . Flut. What newes sir ? did you aske ? Here is small newes : our Church-men disagree About opinions , which nere troubles me : I am a man , I hope , beleeues the right , There s but one God , one true religion ; One way to heauen , two or three to hell , If they teach right , according to Gods word . I will beleeue them , otherwise i le chuse . Cor. Why that s wel said , indeed those deep disputes Are fitter for the Vniuersities To be discust within the Colledge walles Amongst the learned , not to come abroad In open Pulpits mongst the meaner sort , Whose faith is weak , whose iudgment cannot reach Vnto the depth of things : the Magistrate , Whose sword I dare not touch , should looke to this : T' will breed combustions , hazard many soules ; Besides this place befits not this discourse ; Therefore i le breake it off , Come le ts away ; I le to my wife , I left her at your house : Sonne Garland , there I meane to dine ; To morrow I enuite you to my house To eate some venison , here t is nouelty ; It came from England , baked in Rye paste , Look that you come , mine host this recknings mine : Let not my sonne score high : for if you doe T is lost for me , I le not pay one penny . Flut. No sir , he does not , needs not , will not sir ; I will not misse you , if it shall please God Nothing shall stay me , nought shall keepe me backe . Pas.

And I le come too , and though I goe on foote .

Co. Why come & welcom , that s your chiefest cheare I keepe no feast , but what lasts all the yeare . Exeunt . Musicke . Enter Hans solus . If I escapte vnseene , why so it is : If not I care not much : it is but so ; Perhaps a chiding , soure looke , or rappe , It s but a storme , it will be soone ore-past ; May be , iust nothing : but i le haste me home ; Set vp mine horses , dresse my stable vp , And do such things , as I doe vse to doe , So I be doing , t is no matter what : If it be not ill , and may bring profite in , Or otherwise , preuent a willfull waste . Things must be handsome , idlenes is nought , My Mistresse loues me for my cleanlinesse . Our yarde lyes handsome , there s no scattered straw Nor sticks , nor chippes , but all things be as neate , As some mans house , not rooted hog-stye like ; Or else poore Hans his iacquet hums : my coate Is sure to pay for 't : ere my master comes I le be at home ; if Pasquill ere come there I le sit on 's skirts , fear 't not , for out of doubt , I le vse him so , the boyes shall find him out . Exit . Enter Cornelius and his wife . I told you wife where I should finde your sonne ; Your sons I might haue sayde : for they were both Fast at the pot , some talkt , some drunke as fast ; The cuppes flew high , & brains waxt somthing light I doe perceyue wise men sometimes lash out , And thrifty too : would you haue thought my son The Marchant M. Garland would haue stept Into a tappe-house , there to spend his time , And money both . Hann. Why not ? t is recreation , Sometimes for company , alwayes at home ; It makes it loathsome , duls the braine and sence : We must not thinke on profite alwayes , winne , Spend now and then , though not to please our selus For others sakes . Cor. Well : you will still excuse , Your sonne , this giues too much encouragement To his amisse . Hann. I speake not fore his face , Nor doe I like in him , what you dislike : My will is yours ; but should I say as you We should not reason , so to passe the time ; For when I speake , and speake the same you doe ; You 'l not reply , then both our tongues are still ; But if I crosse you , though it be not much , I heare more of you , sometimes learne more witte . Cor. Your answeres sharpe , it cutteth razor like , A womans witte is quicke , as quicke her tongue , As Aspin leaues , some say it is the last Part of a woman dyes . Han. Alasse poore soules , we women must beare all We weaker vessels must abide your frumpes : But t is no matter , while they breake no skinne , Our backs were made to beare . Cor.

Your bellye 's full ,

Han. Our children do you mean ? that s Gyptian like : For so they beare them , in their slats or sheetes ; If otherwise , my modest cheekes would blush To answere you . Cor. Better and better still ; Your apprehension takes like tutch ; it s hard To finde a woman quicke of wit , so milde , So modest , shamefac't , and so debonnaire . It ioyes me much , a womans modesty , And grieues my soule to heare a scoulding queane , That sets her husbands night-cap on with hornes . Hann.

Be there such women ?

Cor. No , there should not be , I doe not say there are ; I know none such ; All women are alike to me , I le sweare , If my skill fayle not , thou lt not cuckolde me , Nor bring more children , so thy planet sayes , I found it , casting thy Natiuity . Hann. Oh sir , those studies are but fopperies , They are coniectures , there s no certainety , Scarce warrantable , by the word of God , Yet Schollers vse them , if not good , the more , Their fault , my fancie telles me so . Cor. T is true : The art is lawfull , t is Astrologie , But th' arts abuse in those predictions Stretching a string too farre , marres all ; We must not attribute to creatures that Which the Creator wils ; it s he alone , That guides our bodies , not the influence Of starres or Planets , without him theyr power Is nothing ; nor doth he reueale his will In them ; yet wonders strange they oft foreshew , Which men may guesse at , none knows til t is past ; Therefore I holde them idle vanity . Han Now sir , you are welcom home , this idle chat Hath shortned our way : I le to my Dayerie ; I must spare time to see my house wifery . Exeunt . Enter Pasquill solus . Shall I not haue a pleasant iourney on 't Thinke you , that must take such prouision With me : a Tankard full of Spanish Wine Like those in London Water-bearers vse ; The which the Marchant sends to his Father A baked Swanne , and two huge Turky-cockes ; Two bottles of French Wine , the Serieant sends And M. Flutterkin . I am their man Must doe their businesse , must haste on afore , While they take leasure : Nay I le get two more To wayte on me , and rowe me in a boate With this my luggage : when I am dry , I le drinke , And taste a bit : but that the Pies are whole ; O there s the griefe : but yet I le haue a tricke Shall serue my turne , ere I will sterue for meate . Three English miles , and neyther drinke nor eate ? It is too great a iourney , I shall scarse holde out Without refreshing , something by the way , Will doe me good , but for mine honest men ; I le keepe them sober , giue them neuer a droppe Till they come there , vnto the Younkers house , Where they shall haue enough ; too much I doubt Without more heed ; yet none wil force them drink ; But if they 'l takte , theyr Butterie is so free . A drunkard will be catcht , before hee 's ware ; There 's Hans his man , that rascall Beere-pot , He will be doing , though he gets the worst ; And when his head flyes light , why then hee runnes To looke to his horse , and there he fals a sleepe Ore th' eares in litter ; but I le watch him now . I le keepe him from the Stable ; then I am sure To nogge him soundly ; I le corroborate My Beare-pot brauely ; I le buffticulate , And counter-ieere him with my termes of Arte ; Ribrost his downes , fling vp my Gallants heeles ; Make him take heed hereafter : be he wise To deale with Souldiers in a drinking prize . But time hastes on , and I must hence with speed ; What 's left with me in trust , I le doo 't indeed . Exit . Enter the Moore Singing . Burston dantmarden , calaminthay pindara toekson , Marnuta maltalton , tintima marra tolon . I brought with me great store of Barbarie golde ; But all is gone , my parrell quite worne out ; And in this fashion am ashamde to goe , For feare my father would not looke on me ; But if good fortune furnish me againe . With your free wils I le run from hence to Spaine . Sing againe . Here may you see how fortune turns her wheele : I that before did many men commaund ; Am now constrainde to serue my Masters man ; For Fortune I care not , that fickle Whore ; I will be merry still , though neere so poore . Sing another Song , and goe out . Enter the Younker , the Marchant and the Serieant . Ser. I thank you both , for you haue made me fine ; These gloues and gartars they were quickly won : Each day so set on worke , I should be rich . Blest be my Grandame brought me vp at Schoole Where I learn't wit , more then you thought I had . Gar. He hath drild vs both , & mocks vs to our teeth What shall we do with him ? wee l ' canuase him . Ser.

I am too bigge .

Youn. Wee 'l fling him in the graffe , T' wil coole him sweetly ; oh t' will doe him good . Ser. Were I an Anabaptist , you might doo 't , And witnes for me that I were baptizde ; But that I had i' th town where I was borne , Ere eight dayes olde , I doe remember 't yet . Youn. O monstrous , fie , thy mouth is fouly torne , Art not asham'd ? Ser. As well I sweare , As the first smocke that ere my Father weare . Gar.

Let him alone & hee 'l maintain 't with oths .

Ser. See , see how you are deceiu'd , you thought I lyde , There 's no such matter , altered is the case , As surely as I liue , and walking in this place . Gar. Riming againe , I le deale no more with you ; I had enough of late , I payde too deare For your conceites , I le haue no more of them . Ser. As often as you will , you know the price ; And for my skill I passe not , am not nice . Youn. Well to him Serieant , now i le take thy part Gainst him , as he did thine before gainst me ; I le be reuengde for his discourtesie . I maruell much where 's Master Flutterkin ? He stayes so long I thinke he hath forgot himselfe . Ser. O here he is , his guts they are so stuft , With his fat liquor he can scarcely runne . Gar. Scarce runne , scarce goe , this barreld Sturgeon Is out of breath , his greace begins to melt . Flut. Mocke on my Gallants , see what will come on 't , A shame on Lurchers , you haue kilde me vp . I ranne so fast , ere I could oretake you . Gar. A child of two yeare old would runne as fast . Flut. Then I le be hang'd , good sir , how can that runne ? That doth but dade , can hardly goe or stand . Where s Pasquill is he gone ? Ser. Hee 's there by this ? I saw him at the Ports , that Gentleman Is at s two men ; takes boate , sits downe at ease , And takes Tobacco , while they row him on , He keepes a bottle iust betwixt his legges , Drinkes when he list , and so he sets it downe . Flut. Would I were with him in such aequipage ; Or he were here , for I am almost choak't . Draw out the Aqua vitae pottle and drinkes . Gar. Why , how Flutterkin , at your Brande-wine ? I pray thee giue me some . Flut. Not the least droppe . Drinke againe . Were you a thousand Merchants ; Serieantes , drinke againe . Or Younkers not a droppe , Thinke you I le dye For want of wholesome drinke ? als out , see there : So now I am well , can walke a mile or two , As lustique as a Boore , and neere complaine . Youn.

My fathers yonder , he comes here to meet 's .

Flut. So nigh already ; Oh , I see the house ; I smell the Kitchen , see the Chimneis smoake . Come Serieant ; put the better legge before ; You shall speake first , if well , I le second you . Ser. Thanks good mine Host , your wit would help me much For good conceites your wholesome guts haue hatcht , When sodde in sacke , your braines beginne to flow . Flut. Out from the horrour of infernall deepes ; Passe forwards on ; for I must stay behind : Some small occasion biddes me stand aside . Cor. Its ' well your come , for I did thinke you long : And that you had forgot to keepe your words . I bid you welcome to my Country farme ; Take that for all , I le vse no ceremonie . Ser. I le warrant you sir , we did not meane to fayle , To stay at home , and misse so good a feast , T i's Christmas now , It comes but once a yeare ; And when it comes , men say , it brings good cheare . Here 's Flutterkin takes leysure , comes behind ; Good man he sweates , his guts keepe him so warme . But feare of fainting by the high way side , He hath prouided to preserue his health ; Brande-Wine a creuse , which he drinks out himselfe . Flut. I heare you Serieant , I can beare your mocks : You neuer knew fat men but honest yet ; A good companion , full of mirth and wit ; Leane iades cast off , lye staruing in a ditch ; When plumper steeds are steemde among the rich . Ser. Are you so nigh , I thought you had been lost : By your leaue sir ; I le welcome here mine Hoast . Cor, Ha Serieant I haue known thee to serue long , And yet thou stick'st , belike thou lik'st thy game : Trie friends and fortune , may be it will hitte To make thee higher on preferments steppe ; Stand not on thornes : aduenture , draw a carde . Ser. So may I draw , and draw my selfe quite out : And striuing to get more , loose that I haue . Times are not now as they were erst , when you Did haunt the fields , and ledde a Souldiers life : Men had respect , and then were lookt vpon For their deserts ; but now t is nothing so . Reward goes backeward , honour on his head , And due deserts are sleight regarded now : He that wants gold , seekes place , may stand aloofe ; Stand fast he that would rise , or else he falles ; That now is sould , which then was but free guift ; Promotions fall not , but are bought before ; He that mounts now , he doth not as of olde ; Rise by his vertues , but helpt vp with gold . Youn. With leaue and reuerence may I speake my mind ; What though my friends be rich ? it grieues me much To see poore Souldiers walke in meane attire ; And lesse respect that haue deseru'd well , Growne olde in warres , and got nothing but blowes , Wide gaping wounds , lost limmes and broken bones , And iust preferment , which another gets , And they deseru'd , and perhaps a man That neuer saw the field , nor chimneis smoake ; But those at home within his natiue soyle . Each man would vp , there 's none I am sure would downe ; And they may vse their talents as their owne To their owne good and glory ; not the hurt Of poore or rich , of Kingdomes , Common-wealthes ; I blame not those that seeke to encrease their wealth , Or better their estates by honest meanes ; I wrong not Princes , touch not their affaires . Carpe not at men , but times corruptions ; Some climbe too fast , and climbing catch a fall ; If please God he can helpe it , he helpes all . Cor. The Romans vsd to make their Worthies knowne , By honourde titles , and with ornaments , As rings and chaines , gilt swordes , and spurs of gold , Which none might weare but such as were allowde . But now Iacke Sauce will be in 's gilded spurs , Whose father brewde good Ale for honest men : Lodg'd Pedlers , Tynkers , Bearewards such a crew , The scumme of men , the plaine rascality , Such was Auratus Eques miles calde ; The French men now , call him Vncheualier ; We call them Rydders , the English name them Knights ; T' was strange to see , what Knighthood once would doe ; Stirre great men vp , to lead a martiall life , Such as were nobly borne , of great estates To gaine this honour , and this dignity ; So noble a marke to their posterity . But now alas , it 's growne ridiculous , Since bought with money , sold for basest prize ; That some refuse it , which are counted wise . Gar. But heere 's the difference ; for we vse to say , Is such one Knighted ? he deserude it well ; Hee 's learned , wise , an hopefull Gentleman ; Hath been abroad , hath seene and knowes the warres : He speakes more language then his mothers tongue , He can doe's country seruice , or his Prince At home , abroad by Sea , or else by land , Maintaine the sword of ciuill gouernement : But such ones made a Knight : What that Arch-Clowne ! His wit is like his mothers milking payle : Brought vp at home , or at Hogsnorton Schoole : His Father neare gaue armes , writ good-man Cluneh , And he kept sheepe , or beasts , droue plough or cart : The first on 's name , first Knight , then Gentleman . God giue him ioy ; his honour cost him deare : A sotte in Crimson , growne a golden Knight ; Well may 'te become him , he becomes not it : More then an Asse , a rich caparison . Cor. You are two bitter son , you speake too townsman like , As one that enuies Country Gentlemen : He that doth rayse his house , although a Clowne , Is happier farre , then he that puls it downe . Gar. Indeed that s true , for he may haue a Sonne , Whose better breeding may helpe those defects , That beins father ; may be fitte to rule , The Sword of Iustice in a common-wealth , Raiseth his house and name , sets it higher , Writes second Knight , a Iustice , or Esquier . Cor. When I was in my flowre of youth , and liu'de In Englands Court , that swarmde with Martialists , Seamen and Souldiers , there had great respect , Were set by ; honourd more then other men , As Drake and Candish . Hawkins , Frobisher , Williams , and Baskeruile two valiant Knights , Those worthy brothers knowne by Norreis name : The Veres , the Shirleis , and the Constables , Sir Thomas Morgan , braue Lord Willoughbie , Whom Spaniards termde the fierce , the diuell of hel ; Renowned Essex , famous Cumberland , And both the Howardes prooude so oft at Sea With tempests , roaring billowes , Canon shot ; George Somers Knight , Carlile and Lancaster , Were not the least ; these liued in my time ; And diuers more whose names I haue forgot , That serude in Ireland , whom those bloudy warres Made famous vnto all posterity , Some liuing yet , some foulded vp in lead , That dyde in honours lappe ; sleepe in her bed . Ser. Then was a time that souldiers were esteemd , And if they liude they had preferment sure , And those that dyde were well prouided for ; Then did men rise from meanest parentage By their deserts , to places of account , As some you nam'de , not borne to any thing ; Did rayse their fortunes to a great estate , And gaue no bribes , did not one penny pay , To any cogging Claw-backe Sycophant , And for deserts had freely what they had ; For happy was that man , though neere so great , That could doe honour to a man of warre , As those that seru'd in France amongst those broils , And ciuill discordes yet can testifie , When that rich kingdome pitteously torne All stainde with gore , halfe mar'd with fire & sword What there was got , how much account was had Of them : when backe they made their home return : When happy Bourbon got those lillyes three ; Began their peace : did end that misery . Cor. I saw those warres , and saw that nauall fight In eighty eight twixt Spaine and English fleet . With Norreis went I vnto Portugall , And was with Essex at the sacke of Cales , From thence to Ireland where I was a while , But Newport battell that made vp my mouth , The last great seruice that I ere was at , Where being sore hurt , was weake , and sicke long time , Ere I was well , and had my former health Before that time , if ought were to be done . Each summer was I wandring still abroad , And what I got , encreast my liuelihood , Each yeare a little , till I had enough , I thanke my God , he tost me to and fro , And sent me home at last to liue in peace ; Per mare , per terras , per tot discrimenarerum Tendimus in Latium : this Aeneas sayd . In Latine land when Troian wars were past , To liue in peace we are arriude at last . Blest be that hand which brought this blessed peace ; And blest be those that pray it neuer cease . Flut. O happy you , that so did spend your time , In dangers great abroad , by sea and land , While lazie Lurdaines lay and slept at home , You rayzde your fortunes , got a braue estate , And after all , now leade a Country life , Amongst your neighbours with a vertuous wife . Ser. Why that s a comfort , farre beyond compare . This happy life cannot be paragonde , My owne conceit hath rapt me from my selfe , Me thinks I am such one , my state is such , And how I sit by mine owne fire side With my sweet wife , the life of my deare life , And tell my children , what I erst haue seene To encourage them , to tread their Fathers steps ; To make them bold to banish seruile feare . T is heauen on earth ; the minds and hearts content , A Kingdomes riches : can a man haue more ? Then Gods sweet peace : the loue of Common-wealth ; His mindes desires and bodies perfect health . Cor. Here comes my wife , and Pasquill with my man , Thinke Dinners ready , we will leaue discourse . Hans . Please you come in , your meat is taking vp , And you may talke as well by th' fire side . Cor. We come sweet wife , come giue me thy fayre hand ; Wee le walke in couples one turne round about . T is Temple fashion , there obserued yet . By th' ancient Seniors , dancing in a ring , Their stately measures , hand in hand by two And two ; vpon their solemne reuell nights , And then wee le in , and drinke full Nectar cups , And taste such meate , as God hath giuen vs , Yet midst of mirth remember them that want , To comfort them , with some part of our store In harmelesse mirth ; thus haue we done our parts ; If you be pleas'd , how ioyfull are our hearts . Exeunt . Manet Hans . Reuenge , reuenge for Pasquils vgly whore , I le make him drunke , was neuer creature more . Pasquill within . You would but cannot , thanke you good Sir Hans , If I be drunke , your selfe shall leade the dance . Hans . What ? did he heare me ? now this bargaines made ; Once warnde , halfe armde , so doth the Prouerbe say . Now if I would , I cannot , he will none , He not aduenture , least I first be gone ; He saw me not , yet sees what I would doe ; Him i le requite , see not , and yet see too : I le giue him what he wants , or drinke or meate , And all you too , if that you please to eate , At your owne costs , for my store will not doo 't , My meanes are short , they will not reach vntoo 't . In such excesse , I will not doe amisse ; My minde is altered , you may see by this : And for what 's past : if it haue moude delight , I take my leaue reioyce , and so good night . Musique , song and dance .
THE SONG . WAlking in a shadowe Groue , Neere siluer streames fayre gliding , Where trees in rankes did grace those bankes , And Nymphes had their abiding . Here as I stayde , I saw a mayde . A beauteous louely creature , With Angels face , and Goddesse grace , Of such exceeding feature . Her lookes did so astonish me , And set my heart a quaking , Like stagge that gazde , was I amazde , And in a stranger taking : Yet rouzde my selfe to see this elfe , And loe a tree did hide me : Where I vnseene beheld this Queene , A while ere she espide me . Her voyce was sweet melodiously , Shee sung in perfect measure : And thus she sayd with trickling teares , Alas my ioy and treasure . I le be thy wife , or lose my life . There s no man els shall haue me , If God say so : I will say no , Although a thousand craue me . Oh stay not long , but come my deare , And knit our marriage knot , Each houre a day , each month a yeare . Thou knowest I thinke , God wot , Delay not then like worldly men , Good workes till withered age Boue other things : the King of Kings Blest a lawfull marriage . Thou art my choice , I constant am , I meane to die vnspotted , With thee i le liue , for thee I loue , And keepe my name vnblotted . A vertuous life , in maide and wife , The Spirit of God commends it . Accursed he , for euer be , That seekes with shame to offend it . With that she rose like nimble Roe , The tender grasse scarce bending , And left me there , perplext with feare , At this her Sonnets ending . I thought to moue this dame of loue , But she was gone already : wherefore I pray , that those that stay May finde their loues as steddy .
An Addition to the Moores last speech . HEre may you see how fortune turnes her Wheele ; I that before did many men commaund : Am now constrainde to serue my masters man ; Regnaus , regno , regnabo , sum sine regno : She makes the world her stage , or Tenniscourt : Where men like bals are banded to and fro : Or Player-like , come forth , to acte their parts ; Speake bigge and strut , and stride Colossus like , And when his turne is out steps in at dore ; Another takes his roome . comes out no more . Soone vp , soone downe , now higst , then lowest of all , Like Codrus poore : and streight as Croesus rat , Thus glories fortune in inconstancie ; For her I care not , shee s a fickle whore , I will be merry , be I neere so poore . FINIS .
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miscuitvtile Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci. inconstanstancy In the Moore , a man that had tasted the inconstancy of Fortune , one that bare his crosses brauely Se●ieant mistresse , that sayre hand , Once more for the Serieant . Han● Hans . ouerth wart reason , for their wilfulnesse , When as they ouerthwart their too kind husbands In things not meere fidle●● Reade thou my riddle , & take thou my fidle I met a man that wept and wailde , I greeu'd pawndith tong-tyde Serieant , els I thought It had been pawnd ith Lumbard for two doytes : Ile buy a Calues There , s There's one word more , humble , nay treshumble ●anizars was free , He onward flings , amongst the Ianizars , The chiefest guard that this grand Seigneur Cosso●as maintaind gainst mighty Amurath The second : in Cossouas fatall plaines . He kept an hill with thirty don● what was that ? twixt whom , what was there done? ? bellyesfull Your bellyes full , eorroborate then I am sure To nogge him soundly ; Ile corroborate My Beare-pot brauely ; Ile buffticulate Peare-pot To nogge him soundly ; Ile corroborate My Beare-pot brauely ; Ile buffticulate , And counter-ieere Abeauteous abiding . Here as I stayde , I saw a mayde . A beauteous louely creature , VVith Angels offendit , for euer be , That seekes with shame to offend it . Regnau● now constrainde to serue my masters man ; Regnaus , regno , regnabo , sum sine regno : She