Anonymous · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 453 words
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NOw such a murmuring to rise upon so trifling a thing, In all my life never saw I before: And yet I have been Officer this seven year and more. The tiler and his wife are in a great rage, Affirming their Daughter to be under age. Art thou the Collector of the king's task? I am Tyler why dost thou ask? Because thou goest beyond the Commission of the King, We grant to his highness pleasure in every thing: Thou hast thy task money for all that be here, My Daughter is not fourteen years old, therefore she goes clear. And because thou sayest so, I should believe thee. Choose whether thou wilt or no, thou gettest no more of me. For I am sure thy Office doth not arm thee with such authority. Thus to abuse the poor people of the Country. But chiefest of all wild villain as thou art, To play so unmanly and beastly a part, As to search my daughter thus in my presence. Why base villain, wilt thou teach me what to do? Wilt thou prescribe me mine office, and what belongs thereto? What villain, dost strike me? I swear by the rood, As I am Jack Straw, thou shalt buy it with thy blood. There lie and be well paid for thy pain. O help, help, the king's officer is slain. How now Jack Straw, doth anybody abuse thee? Alas Wat, I have killed the king's officer in striking rashly. A small matter to recover a man that is slain, Blow wind in his tail, and fetch him again. Content thee, 'tis no matter, and Jack Straw god a mercy, Herein thou hast done good service to thy country: Were all inhuman slaves so served as he, England would be civil, and from all such dealings free. By gog's blood my masters, we will not put up this so quietly, We owe God a death, and we can but die: And though the fairest end of a Rebel is the gallows. Yet if you will be ruled by me, We'll so deal of ourselves as we'll revenge this villainy, The king God wot knows not what's done by such poor men as we, But we'll make him know it, if you will be ruled by me: Her's Parson Ball an honest Priest, and tells us that in charity, We may stick together in such quarrels honestly. What is he an honest man? the devil he is, he is the Parson of the Town, You think there's no knavery hid under a black gown, Find him in a pulpit but twice in the year, And I'll find him forty times in the alehouse tasting strong bear.
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NOw ſuch a murmuring to riſe vpon ſo trifling a thing, In all my life neuer ſaw I before: And yet I haue beene Officer this ſeauen yeare and more▪ The Tyler and his wife are in a great rage, Affirming their Daughter to be vnder age. Art thou the Collector of the Kings taske? I am Tyler why doſt thou aske? Becauſe thou goeſt beyond the Commiſſion of the King, We graunt to his Highnes pleaſure in euery thing: Thou haſt thy taske money for all that be heere, My Daughter is not fourteene yeares olde, therefore ſhee goes cleare. And becauſe thou ſayeſt ſo, I ſhould beleeue thee. Chooſe whether thou wilt or no, thou getteſt no more of me. For I am ſure thy Office doth not arme thee with ſuch authoritie. Thus to abuſe the poore people of the Countrie. But chiefeſt of all vilde villaine as thou art, To play ſo vnmanly and beaſtly a part, As to ſearch my daughter thus in my preſence. Why baſe villaine, wilt thou teach me what to do? VVilt thou preſcribe me mine office, and what belonges thereto? VVhat villaine, doſt ſtrike me? I ſweare by the rood, As I am Iacke Strawe, thou ſhalt buy it with thy blood. There lie and be well paid for thy paine. O helpe, helpe, the kings officer is ſlaine. How now Iacke Strawe, doth any body abuſe thee? Alas Wat, I haue kild the kings officer in ſtriking raſhly. A ſmall matter to recouer a man that is ſlaine, Blow wind in his tayle, and fetch him againe. Content thee, tis no matter, and Iacke Strawe god a mercie, Herein thou haſt done good ſeruice to thy country: VVere all inhumaine ſlaues ſo ſerued as he, England would be ciuill, and from all ſuch dealings free. By gogs bloud my maiſters, we will not put vp this ſo quietly, VVe owe God a death, and we can but die: And though the faireſt end of a Rebell is the gallowes. Yet if you will be rulde by mee, VVele ſo deale of ourſelues as wele reuenge this villainy, The king God wot knowes not whats done by ſuch poore men as we, But wele make him know it, if you will be rulde by me: Her's Parſon Ball an honeſt Prieſt, and telles vs that in charitie, VVe may ſticke together in ſuch quarrels honeſtly. VVhat is he an honeſt man? the deuill he is, he is the Parſon of the Towne, You thinke ther's no knauerie hid vnder a black gowne, Find him in a pulpit but twiſe in the yeare, And Ile find him fortie times in the ale-houſe taſting ſtrong beare.