Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 490 words
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The Weathercock (my lord) was your father, who by foul weather of waire, was driven to take Sanctuary in Saint Mary's at Carnarvon, where he begat young ones on your mother in the belfry, viz. your worship, and your brother David But what didst thou mean by the Goats? The Goats that leave the pasture to be clothed in silver, are the silver goats your men wore on their sleeves. O how I love thee Morgan Pigot our sweet prophet. Hence rogue with your prophecies, out of my sight. Nay good my lord, let's have a few more of these meeters, he hath great store in his head. Yea, and of the best in the market, And your Lordship would vouchsafe to hear them. Villain away, i'll here no more of your prophecies. When legs shall lose their length, Returning weary home. from out the holy land: A Welshman shall be king, And govern merry England. Did I not tell your Lordship he would hit it home anon? My Lord he comes to your time that's flat. I master and you mark him, he hit the mark pat. As how Iack? Why thus: when legs shall lose their length, And thanks yield up their strength: Returning weary home from out the holy land, A Welshman shall be king, And govern merry England. Why my Lord. in this prophesy, is your advancement as plainly seen, as a three halfpence through a dish of butter in a sunny date. I think so lack for he that sees three halfpence, must tarry till the butter be melted in the sun, and so forth apply boy Nonego master, do you and you dare. And so boy thou meanest, he that tarries this prophesy, may see Long shanks shorter by the head, and Lluellan wear the crown in the field. By lady my Lord you go near the matter, But what saith Morgan Pigot more? In the year of our lord God 1272, shall spring from the loins of Brute. one whose wives name being the perfect end of his ground, shall consummate the peace betwixt England and Wales, and be advanced to ride through Cheapside with a crown on his head, and that's meant by your lordship, for your wives name being Ellen, and your own Lluellan, beareth the perfect end of your own name: so must it needs be, that for a time Ellen flee from Lluellen, ye being betrothed in heart each to others, must needs be advanced to be highest of your kin. Jack, I make him thy prisoner, Look what way my fortune inclines, That way goes he, Sirrah, see you run swiftest. Farewell, be far from the spigot, Now sir, if our country Ale, were as good as your metheglin, I would teach you to play the knave. or you should teach me to play the Harper. Ambo, boy, you are too light witted, As I am light minded.
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The VVeathercock (my lord) was your father, who by foule weather of waire, was driuen to take Sanctuarie in Saint Maries at Carnaruon, where he begat yong ones on your mother in te belfrey, viz. your worship, and your brother Dauid But what didst thou meane by the Goates? The Goates that leaue the pasture to be cloathed in siluer, are the siluer Goates your men wore on their sleeues. O how I loue thee Morgain Pigot our sweet prophet. Hence rogue with your prophesies, out of my sight. Nay good my lord, lets haue a few more of these meeters, he hath great lore in his head. Yea, and of the best in the market, And your Lordship would vouchsafe to heare them. Villaine away, ile heere no more of your prophesies. VVhen legs shall lose their length, Returning wearie home. from out the holy land: A VVelman shall be king, And gouerne merrie England. Did I not tell your Lordship hee would hit it home anon? My Lord he comes to your time thats flat. I maister and you marke him, he hit the marke pat. As how Iack? VVhy thus: when legs shall lose their length, And thankes yeelde vp their strength: Returning wearie home from out the holy land, A VVelman shall bee king, And gouerne merre England. VVhy my Lord. in this prophesie, is your aduancement as plainlie seene, as a three halfepence through a dishe of butter in a sunnie date. I thinke so lack for hee that sees three halfepence, must tarrie till the butter be melted in the suune, and so foorth applie boie Nonego maister, do you and you dare. And o boy thou meanest, hee that tarries this prophesie, may see Long shankes shorter by the head, and Lluellan weare the crowne in the field. By ladie my Lord you go neere the matter, But what saith Morgaine Pigote more? In the yeare of our lorde God 1272, shall spring from the loines of Brute. oe whose wiues name being the perfect end of his ground, al cōsummate the peace betwixt England and VVales, and bee aduaunced to ride through Cheapside with a crowne on his head, and thats ment by your lordship, for your wiues name being Ellen, and your owne Lluellan, beareth the perfect end of your owne name: so must it needes bee, that for a time Ellen flee from Lluellen, yee beeing betrothed in heart each to others, must needes bee aduaunced to bee highest of your kinne. Iacke, I make him thy prisoner, Looke what waie my fortune inclines, That waie goes hee, Sirra, see you runne swiftest. Farewell, be farre from the Spigote, Now sir, if our countrie Ale, were as good as your Metheglen, I would teach you to play the knaue. or you should teache me to play the Harper. Ambo, boye, you are too light witted, As I am light minded.