Peele, George · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1594] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 496 words
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O Lord I know him well: he is the knight of the neats feet. O he loved no Capon better, he hath oftentimes deceived his boy of his dinner, that was his fault good Bustegustecerydis. Come shall we go along? Soft, here is an old man at the Cross, let us ask him the way thither. Ho, you Gaffer, I pray you tell where the wise man the conjuror dwells? Where that earthly Goddess keepeth her abode; the commander of my thoughts, and fair Mistress of my heart. Fair enough, and far enough from thy fingering son. I will follow my Fortune after mine own fancy, and do according to mine own discretion. Yet give some thing to an old man before you go. Father methinks a piece of this Cake might serve your turn. Yea son. Huanabango giveth no Cakes for Alms, ask of them that give gifts for poor Beggars. Fair Lady, if thou wert once shrined in this bosom, I would buckler thee haratantara. Father do you see this man, you little think he'll run a mile or two for such a Cake, or pass for a pudding, I tell you father he has kept such a begging of me for a piece of this Cake, who he comes upon me with a superstantial substance, and the foison of the earth, that I know not what he means: If he came to me thus, and said, my friend Booby or so, why I could spare him a piece with all my heart; but when he tells me how God hath enriched me above other fellows with a Cake: why he makes me blind and deaf at once: Yet father here is a piece of Cake for you as hard as the world goes. Thanks son, but list to me, He shall be deaf when thou shalt not see; Farewell my son things may so hit, Thou mayst have wealth to mend thy wit. Farewell father, farewell; for I must make haste after my two hand sword that is gone before. The day is clear, the Welkin bright and grey, The Lark is merry, and records her notes; Each thing rejoiceth underneath the Sky, But only I whom heaven hath in hate: Wretched and miserable Sacrapant, In Thessalie was I borne and brought up, My mother Meroe hight a famous Witch, And by her cunning I of her did learn, To change and alter shapes of mortal men. There did I turn myself into a Dragon, And stole away the Daughter to the King; Fair Delia, the Mistress of my heart: And brought her hither to revive the man, That seemeth young and pleasant to behold, And yet is aged, crooked, weak and numb. Thus by enchanting spells I do deceive, Those that behold and look upon my face; But well may I bid youthful years adieu: See where she comes from whence my sorrows grow, How now fair Delia where have you been?
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O Lord I know him well: hee is the knight of the neates feete. O he lou'd no Capon better, he hath oftentimes deceiued his boy of his dinner, that was his fault good Bustegustecerydis. Come shall we goe along? Soft, here is an olde man at the Crosse, let vs aske him the way thither. Ho, you Gaffer, I pray you tell where the wise man the Coniurer dwells? Where that earthly Goddesse keepeth hir abode; the commander of my thougts, and faire Mistres of my heart. Faire inough, and farre inough from thy fingering sonne. I will followe my Fortune after mine owne fancie, and doo according to mine owne discretion. Yet giue some thing to an old man before you goe. Father mee thinkes a peece of this Cake might serue your turne. Yea sonne. Huanabango giueth no Cakes for Almes, aske of them that giue giftes for poore Beggars. Faire Lady, if thou wert once shrined in this bosome, I would buckler thee haratantara. Father doo you see this man, you litle thinke heele run a mile or two for such a Cake, or passe for a pudding, I tell you father hee has kept such a begging of mee for a peece of this Cake, whoo he comes vppon me with a superfantiall substance, and the foyson of the earth, that I know not what he meanes: If hee came to me thus, and said, my friend Booby or so, why I could spare him a peece with all my heart; but when he tells me how God hath enriched mee aboue other fellowes with a Cake: why hee makes me blinde and deafe at once: Yet father heere is a peece of Cake for you as harde as the world goes. Thanks sonne, but list to mee, He shall be deafe when thou shalt not see; Farewell my sonne things may so hit, Thou maist haue wealth to mend thy wit. Farewell father, farewell; for I must make hast after my two hand sword that is gone before. The day is cleare, the Welkin bright and gray, The Larke is merrie, and records hir notes; Each thing reioyseth vnderneath the Skie, But onely I whom heauen hath in hate: Wretched and miserable Sacrapant, In Thessalie was I borne and brought vp, My mother Meroe hight a famous Witch, And by hir cunning I of hir did learne, To change and alter shapes of mortall men. There did I turne my selfe into a Dragon, And stole away the Daughter to the King; Faire Delya, the Mistres of my heart: And brought hir hither to reuiue the man, That seemeth yong and pleasant to behold, And yet is aged, crooked, weake and numbe. Thus by inchaunting spells I doo deceiue, Those that behold and looke vpon my face; But well may I bid youthfull yeares adue: See where she coms from whence my sorrows grow, How now faire Delya where haue you bin?