Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [Jun 10] (Annals) moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 502 words
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But soft you, your God was a Cuckold, and his Godhead was the horn, and that's the Arms of the Godhead you call upon. Go, you are put down with your occupation, and now I will not grace you so much as to deliver the petition, for you. What, dispraise our trade? Nay, neighbour, be not angry, for I'll stand to nothing only but this. But what? bear witness a gives me the But, and I am not willing to shoot: Cobbler, I will talk with you: nay, my bellows, my coal-trough, and my water shall enter arms with you for our trade: O neighbour, I can not bear it, nor I will not bear it. Hear you, neighbour, I pray consuade yourself and be not wilful, & let the Cobbler deliver it, you shall see him mar all, At your request I will commit myself to you, And lay myself open to you, like an Oyster. I'll tell him what you say: Hear you neighbour, we have consulted to let you deliver the petition, do it wisely for the credit of the town. Let me alone, for the Kings Carminger was here, He says the King will be here anon. But hark, by the Mass he comes. How now Perin, who have we here? We the towns men of Gotham, Hearing your Grace would come this way, Did think it good for you to stay, But hear you, neighbours, bid somebody ring the bells, And we are come to you alone to deliver our petition, What is it Perin, I pray thee read. Nothing but to have a licence to brew strong Ale thrice a week, and he that comes to Gotham, and will not spend a penny on a pot of Ale, if he be a dry, that he may fast. Well sirs, we grant your petition. We humbly thank your royal majesty. Come Dunston, let's away. Ethenwald, be advised, the King hath sent to thee, Nay, more, he means to come and visit thee, But why, I there's the question? Why 'tis for this, to see if he can find, A front whereon to graft a pair of horns: But in plain terms, he comes to Cuckold me, And for he means to do it without suspect, He sends me word he means to visit me: The King is amorous, and my wife is kind, So kind (I fear) that she will quickly yield To any motion that the king shall make: Especially if the motion be of love: For Pliny writes, women are made like wax, Apt to receive any impression: Whose minds are like the Ianamyst, That eats, yet cries, and never is satisfied: Well, be as it is, for I'll be sure of this, It shall be no ways prejudice to me: For I will set a screen before the fire, And so prevent what otherwise would ensue: 'twere good I questioned with my father first, To hear how he affected towards the King. What ho.
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But soft you, your God was a Cuckold, and his Godhead was the horne, and thats the Armes of the Godhead you call vpon. Go, your are put down with your occupation, and now I wil not grace you so much as to deliuer the petition, for you. What, dispraise our trade? Nay, neighbour, be not angrie, for Ile stand to nothing onlie but this. But what? beare witnesse a giues me the But, and I am not willing to shoot: Cobler, I will talke with you: nay, my bellowes, my coletrough, and my water shall enter armes with you for our trade: O neighbour, I can not beare it, nor I wil not beare it. Heare you, neighbour, I pray coswade your self and be not wilful, & let the Cobler deliuer it, you shal see him mar all, At your request I will commit my selfe to you, And lay my selfe open to you, lyke an Oyster. Ile tell him what you say: Heare you naighbor, we haue consulted to let you deliuer the petition, doe it wisely for the credite of the twne. Let me alone, for the Kings Carminger was here, He sayes the King will be here anon. But heark, by the Mas he comes. How now Perin, who haue we here? We the townes men of Goteham, Hearing your Grace would come this way, Did thinke it good for you to stay, But hear you, neighbours, bid somebody ring the bels, And we are come to you alone to deliuer our petition, What is it Perin, I pray thee reade. Nothing but to haue a license to brew strong Ale thrise a wek, and he that comes to Goteham, and will not spende a penie on a pot of Ale, if he be a drie, that he may fast. Well sirs, we grant your petition. We humblie thanke your royall Maiey. Come Dunston, lets away. Ethenwald, be aduised, the King hath sent to thee, Nay, more, he means to come and visite thee, But why, I theres the question? Why tis for this, to see if he can fynd, A front whereon to graft a paire of hornes▪ But in plain tearms, he comes to Cukold me, And for he means to doe it without suspect, He sends me word he means to visite me: The King is amorous, and my wyfe is kinde, So kind (I feare) that she wil quickly yeeld To any motion that the king shal make: Especially if the motion be of loue: For Pliny writes, women are made lyke wax, Apt to receiue any impression: Whose mindes are lyke the Ianamy, That eates, yet cries, and neuer is satisfied: Well, be as it is, for Ile be sure of this, It shall be no waies preiudice to me: For I will set a skreene before the fyre, And so preuent what otherwyse would ensue: Twere good I qestioned with my father first, To heare how he affected towards the King. What ho.