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Speak it your conscience now; did your Ursip ever see such a song in your days;' is not as finely a tunes as a man would wiss to put in his ears. Come, his Madestee s'all hear better to your Dance. Haw, well danced, very well danced. Well played Howell, well played Rheese: Dawharry vellhee; well danced i'faith. Good boys, good boys; bold, and Prittan, bold, and Prittan. Is not better this now than Pigmies? this is men, this is no monsters, and you mark him: Well cawl forth you Goats now, your Ursip s'all see a properly natural devise come from the Welsh Mountains; Is no Tuns, nor no Bottils: Stand by there, s'ow his 'Ursip the Hills, was dronkenry in his eyes that make that devise in my mind. But now, marg, marg your Ursip I pray you now, and you s'all see natures and propriedies; the very beasts of Wales s'all do more than your men pit in bottills, and barrills, there was a tale of a tub i'faith.' Is the Goatheard and his dog, and his son, and his wife make musics to the Goats as they come from the Hills; give 'em rooms, give 'em rooms, now the cym: The elderly Goats is indifferently grave at first, because of his beard, and only tread it the measures; bit you will see him pit of his gravities by and by well enough, and frisk it as fine as ere a Kid on'em aull. The Welsh Goat is an excellent dancer by birth, that is written of him, and of as wisely carriage, and comely behaviours a beast (for his footing especially) as some one or two man, God bless him. A haul, a haul; come a haul, Au vellhee. Nay, and your Madestee bid the Welsh Goats welcome; The Welsh Wences s'all sing your praises, and dance your healths too. AW, God bless it our good King S'ames, His Wife, and his S ildrens, and aull his Reams, And aull his 'ursipfull S'istice of peace about him, And sand that his Court be never without him. Owe, that her would come down into Wales, Her s'ud be very welcome to Welsh Alice I have a Cow, And I have a hen; S'all give it milk, And eggs for aull his men. It self s'all have venison, and other Sere, And may it be sterved, that steal him his Deer, there, there, and every where. Cym dance now, let us hear your dance, dance. Ha! well played Ales. For the Honour of Wales.
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SPeake it your conſcience now; did your Urſip ever ſee ſuch a ſong in your daies; 'is not as finely a tunes as a man would wiſſe to put in his eares. Come, his Madeſtee ſ'all heare better to your Dance. Haw, well danc'd, verie well danc'd. Well plaid Howell, well plaid Rheeſe: Dawharry vellhee; well danc'd y'faith. Good boyes, good boyes; pold, and Prittan, pold, and Prittan. Is not better this now then Pigmies? this is men, this is no monſters, and you marke him: Well caull forth you Goates now, your Urſip ſ'all ſee a properly naturall deviſe come from the Welſe Mountaines; Is no Tuns, nor no Bottils: Stand by there, ſ'ow his' Urſip the Hills, was dronkenry in his eies that make that deviſe in my minde. But now, marg, marg your Urſip I pray yow now, and yow ſ'all ſee natures and propriedies; the very beaſts of Wales ſ'all doe more then your men pyt in bottills, and barrills, there was a tale of a tub y'faith. 'Is the Goat-heard and his dog, and his ſonne, and his wife make muſiques to the Goates as they come from the Hills; give 'hem roomes, give 'hem roomes, now the cym: The elderly Goates is indifferently grave at firſt, becauſe of his beard, and onely tread it the meaſures; byt yow will ſee him pyt off his gravities by and by well inough, and friske it as fine as ere a Kid on'hem aull. The Welſe Goate is an excellent dancer by birth, that is written of him, and of as wiſely carriage, and comely behaviours a beaſt (for his footing eſpecially) as ſome one or two man, God bleſſe him. A Haull, a haull; come a haull, Au vellhee. Nay, and your Madeſtee bid the Welſe Goats welcome; The Welſe Wen-ces ſ'all ſing your praiſes, and dance your healths too. AW, God bleſſe it our good King S'ames, His Wife, and his S ildren, and aull his Reames, And aull his 'urſipfull S'iſtice of peace about him, And ſend that his Court be never without him. Ow, that her would come downe into Wales, Her ſ'ud be very welcome to Welſe Ales. I have a Cow, And I have a hen; S'all give it milke, And egs for aull his men. 'It ſelfe ſ'all have veniſon, and other Seere, And may it be ſterved, that ſteale him his Deere, there, there, and every where. Cym dance now, let us heare your dance, dance. Ha! well plaid Ales. For the Honour of Wales.