Wilson, Robert · published 1592 · first performed or written c.1581 (Annals) moral · Leicester's Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 479 words
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marry there was never a scutcheon, but there was 2 trees rampant And then over them lay a sour tree parsant, With a man like you in a green field pendant, Having a hempen halter about his neck, with a knot under the left ear, because you are a younger brother. Then sir, there stands on each hand holding up the crease, I worthy Ostlers hand in a dish of grease: Besides all this, on the helmet stands the hangman's hand, Ready to turn the Ladder whereon your picture did stand: Then under the helmet hung tables like chains, and for what they are I cannot devise. Except it be to make you hang fast, that the crows might pick out your eyes. What a swad is this? I had been better to have sent him to the back door, to have gotten some alms amongst the rest of the poor. Thou pray'st thou canst not tell what, or else art not well in thy wit, I am sure my arms are not blazed so far abroad as yet. O yes sir, your arms were known a great while ago, For your elder brother Deceit did give those arms too, Marry the difference is all, which is the knot under the left ear. the Painter says when he is hanged, you may put out the knot without fear. I am sure they were your arms, for there was written in Roman letters round about the hempen collar, Given by the worthy valiant Captain master Fraud the Ostler. Now God be with ye sir, i'll get me even close to the back door. Farewell Tom beggar, and wily Will, I'll beg with you no more. O farewell Simplicity, we art very loath to lose thy company. Now he to gone give care to me. You seem to be sound men in every joint and him. And can ye live in this sort to go up and down the country a-begging? O base minds I trow, I had rather hack it out by the high way side, Than such misery and penury still to abide. Sirs, if you will be ruled by me, and do what I shall say, I'll bring ye where we shall have a notable fine prey. It is so sirs, that merchant, one Mercadorus, is coming from Turkey And it is my Lady's pleasure that he robbed should be, She hath sworn that we shall be all sharers alike, And upon that willed me some such companions as you be to seek. O worthy Captain Fraud, you have won my noble heart: You shall see how manfully I can play my part. And here's wily Will, as good a fellow as your heart can wish, To go a fishing with a crank through a window, or to set lime twigs to catch a pan, pot, or dish.
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Mary there was neuer a scutchin, but there was 2 trees rampant And then ouer them lay a sower tree parsant, With a man like you in a greene field pendant, Hauing a hempten halter about his necke, with a knot vnder the left eare, because you are a yonger brother. Then sir, there stands on each hand holding vp the crease, I worthie Osters hand in a dish of grease: Besides all this, on the helmet stands the hangmans hand, Readie to turne the Ladder whereon your picture did stand: Then vnder the helmet hung tables like chaines, and for what they are I cannot deuise. Except it be to make you hang fast, that the crowes might picke out your eyes. What a swad is this? I had beene better to haue sent him to the backe dore, to haue gotten some almes amongst the rest of the poore. Thou praist thou canst not tell what, or els art not well in thy wit, I am sure my armes are not blazd so farre abread as yet. O yes sir, your armes were knowne a great while ago, For your elder brother Deceit did giue those armes too, Mary the difference is all, which is the knot vnder the left eare. the Painter saies when he is hangd, you may put out the knot without feare. I am sure they were your armes, for there was written in Romane letters round about the hempten collar, Giuen by the worthie valiant Captaine maister Fraud the Olar. Now God be with ye sir, ile get me euen close to the backe dore. Farewell Com begger, and wily Will, lle beg with you no more. O farewell Simplicitie, we art very loth to lose thy companie. Now he to gone giue care to me. You seeme to be sound men in euery ioint and him. And can ye liue in this sort to o vp and downe the country a begging? O base minds I trow, I had rather hacke it out by the high way side, Than such miserie and penrie still to abide. Sirs, if you will be rude by me, and do what I shall say, Ile bring ye where we shall haue a notable fine pray. It is so sirs, that merchant, one Mercadrus, is comming from Turky And it is my Ladies pleasure that he robbed should be, She hath sworne that we shall be all sharers alike, And vpon that willed me some such companions as you be to seeke. O worthy Captaine Fraud, you haue wone my noble hart: You shall see how manfully I can play my part. And heres wily Will, as good a fellow as your heart can wish, To go a fishing with a cranke through a window, or to set lime twigges to catch a pan, pot, or dish.