Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 518 words
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Fie, fie, fie, I have not so much wit left As to tell ye where I am myself, O my side, Pray let me breathe a little; When this hurly-burly began i'th' Court, She ran, and I ran; she hailed, and I pulled; She cried, and I roared; but her fear being Stronger than my old bones, away whipped she Out at the Court-gates, and I fell in a found, Stark dead i'faith; had not a Gentleman Usher Come by and clapped me soundly, I'd been Past telling Tales by this time. Oh my Back. Oh dismal chance Search every room; This dismal clamour May so fear her blood, that death may Seize her haste: if in the Court you miss her; See't proclaimed, that whosoever brings me Her alive, goes laden with rewards; If nobly borne, we give her him to wife: Make haste, slip not an hour, While I set on to meet the Emperor. I say 'tis he; I'll speak to him whate'er come on't. Crispianus? My honest fellow Barnaby! O Rumps and Kidneys, did not I tell you so? Honest Crispianus, welcome from France. I thank you: how does my Master? In health, and brave as Holly: So art thou methinks. The fortune of the wars: is my Dame well too? The old wench still: she keeps the mark in her mouth And how does my brother Crispin? Oh he is the foreman of the shop since you went Nay, we have news to tell thee anon when we are Drinking; we have given o'er the shoemakers Cloaks now, and are become Gentlemen Of the Gentle Craft, and all our working Tools are called Saint Hugh's bones. That's excellent. How now my tall trencher men, What make you amongst Courtiers? What my Mars, Bacchus, Apollo, virorum, The Basseius manus, my noble Crispianus: And how does the brave monsieurs in France, My brave Shevaleere? As I am a Gentleman Of the Gentle Craft, thou art welcome. I thank your love and kindness Sir. Away my strong Beer drinkers; There's a Noble in English, go drink a health To Saint Hugh's Bones; I must have Some speech in private, and enter parley With my Man of War. As long as this Drum will strike, we'll fight it out with pike and pot: we'll drink a health to you both Master. Away my fine leather sellers, Shrink awhile i'th' wetting; whilst thus I salute my right worshipful Cordwainer: For I heare say the Knightly Dub a Dub Has been laid on thy shoulders. It pleased the Emperor so to honour me. He honours me and all my company by it; By Saint Hugh's Bones thou shalt take the Wall of thy Master now i'faith boy. The Wall, not so Sir. And the Kennel too by the spreech-awls Nay Sir, I know more than you think I do: Your Brother has song the three man's song, And told all i'faith: you were Once my Princely Prentice. Sir If my brother has disclosed To you our Births, I do conjure you, As my dearest friend, for to conceal it.
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Fie, fie, fie, I have not so much wit left As to tell yee where I am my selfe, O my side, Pray let me breath a little; When this hurly burly beganne i'th' Court, Shee ranne, and I ranne; she haild, and I puld; She cry'd, and I roar'd; but her feare being Stronger than my old bones, away whipt shee Out at the Court-gates, and I fell in a found, Starke dead y'faith; had not a Gentleman Usher Come by and clapt me soundly, I'de beene Past telling Tales by this time. Oh my Backe. Oh dismall chance Search every roome; This dismall clamour May so feare her blood, that death may Seize her haste: if in the Court you misse her; See't proclaim'd, that whosoever brings me Her alive, goes laden with rewards; If nobly borne, we give her him to wife: Make haste, slippe not an houre, While I set on to meete the Emperour. I say 'tis he; Ile speake to him what ere come on't. Crispianus? My honest fellow Barnaby! O Rumpes and Kidnyes, did not I tell you so? Honest Crispianus, welcome from France. I thanke you: how does my Master? In health, and brave as Holly: So art thou me thinks. The fortune of the warres: is my Dame well too? The old wench still: she keeps the marke in her mouth And how does my brother Crispine? Oh he is the fore-man of the shop since you went Nay, we have newes to tell thee anon when we are Drinking; we have given o're the Shooe-makers Cloakes now, and are become Gentlemen Of the Gentle Craft, and all our working Tooles are cald Saint Hugh's bones. That's excellent. How now my tall trencher men, What make you amongst Courtiers? What my Mars, Bacchus, Apollo, virorum, The Basseius manus, my noble Crispianus: And how does the brave Monsiers in France, My brave Shevaleere? As I am a Gentleman Of the Gentle Craft, thou art welcome. I thanke your love and kindnesse Sir. Away my strong Beere drinkers; There's a Noble in English, goe drinke a health To Saint Hugh's Bones; I must have Some speech in private, and enter parly With my Man of Warre. As long as this Drumme will strike, Wee'le fight it out with pike and pot: Wee'le drinke a health to you both Master. Away my fine leather sellers, Shrinke awhile i'th wetting; whilst thus I salute my right worshipfull Cordwainer: For I heare say the Knightly Dub a Dub Has been laid on thy shoulders. It pleas'd the Emperour so to honour me. He honours me and all my company by it By Saint Hughs Bones thou shalt take the Wall of thy Master now yfaith boy. The Wall, not so Sir. And the Kennell too by the Spreech-awles Nay Sir, I know more than you thinke I doe: Your Brother has song the three mans song, And told all yfaith: you were Once my Princely Prentise. Sir If my brother has disclos'd To you our Births, I doe conjure you, As my dearest friend, for to conceale it.