Peele, George · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1594] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 519 words
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Marry gup with a murrain, I know wherefore thou speakest that, but go thy ways home as wise as thou camest, or I'll set thee home with a wanion. I think this be the cursedest quean in the world, you see what she is, a little fair, but as proud as the devil, and the veriest vixen that lives upon God's earth. Well I'll let her alone, and go home and get another Pitcher, and for all this get me to the well for water. Once again for a husband, & in faith Celanta I have got the start of you; Belike husbands grow by the Well side; now my father says I must rule my tongue: why alas what am I then? a woman without a tongue, is as a soldier without his weapon; but i'll have my water and be gone. Gently dip, but not too deep, For fear you make the golden bird to weep, Fair maiden white and red, Stroke me smooth, and comb my head, And thou shalt have some cockle bread. What is this, fair maiden white & red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head: And thou shalt have some cockle bread. cockle callest thou it boy, faith i'll give you cockle bread. Phylyda phylerydos, Pamphylyda floryda flortos, Dub dud a dub, bounce quoth the guns, with a sulphuroous huff snuff: waked with a wench, pretty peat, pretty love, and my sweet pretty pigsney; Just by thy side shall sit surnamed great Huanebango Safe in my arms will I keep thee, threat Mars or thunder Olympus. Foe, what greasy groom have we here? He looks as though he crept out of the backside of the well; and speaks like a Drum perished at the West end. O that I might but I may not, woe to my destiny therefore; Kiss that I clasp but I cannot, tell me my destiny wherefore? Whoop now I have my dream, did you never hear so great a wonder as this? Three blue beans in a blue bladder, rattle bladder rattle. I'll now set my countenance and to her in prose, it may be this rim ram ruff, is too rude an encounter. Let me fair Lady if you be at leisure, revel with your sweetness, and rail upon that cowardly conjuror, that hath cast me or congealed me rather into an unkind sleep and polluted my Carcase. Laugh, laugh Xanthippe, thou hast thy fortune, a fool and a husband under one. Truly sweet heart as I seem, about some twenty years, the very April of mine age. Why what a prating Ass is this? Her Coral lips, her crimson chin, Her silver teeth so white within: Her golden locks her rolling eye, Her pretty parts let them go by: heigh ho hath wounded me, That I must die this day to see. By gog's bones thou art a flouting knave, Her Coral lips, her crimson chin: ka wilshaw. True my own and my own because mine, & mine because mine ha ha: Above a thousand pounds in possibility, and things fitting thy desire in possession.
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Marrie gup with a murren, I knowe wherefore thou speakest that, but goe thy waies home as wise as thou camst, or Ile set thee home with a wanion. I thinke this be the curstest queane in the world, you see what she is, a little faire, but as prowd as the diuell, and the veriest vixen that liues vpon Gods earth. Well Ile let hir alone, and goe home and get another Pitcher, and for all this get me to the well for water. Once againe for a husband, & in faith Celanta I haue got the start of you; Belike husbands growe by the Well side; now my father sayes I must rule my tongue: why alas what am I then? a woman without a tongue, is as a souldier without his weapon; but ile haue my water and be gon. Gently dip, but not too deepe, For feare you make the golden birde to weepe, Faire maiden white and red, Stroke me smoothe, and combe my head, And thou shalt haue some cockell bread. What is this, faire maiden white & red, Combe me smooth, and stroke my head: And thou shalt haue some cockell bread. Cockell callest thou it boy, faith ile giue you cockell bread. Phylyda phylerydos, Pamphylyda floryda flortos, Dub dud a dub, bounce quoth the guns, with a sulpherous huffe snuffe: Wakte with a wench, pretty peat, pretty loue, and my sweet prettie pigsnie; Iust by thy side shall sit surnamed great Huanebango Safe in my armes will I keepe thee, threat Mars or thunder Olympus. Foe, what greasie groome haue wee here? Hee looks as though hee crept out of the backeside of the well; and speakes like a Drum perisht at the West end. O that I might but I may not, wo to my destenie therefore; Kisse that I claspe but I cannot, tell mee my destenie wherefore? Whoope nowe I haue my dreame, did you neuer heare so great a wonder as this? Three blue beanes in a blue bladder, rattle bladder rattle. Ile nowe set my countenance and to hir in prose, it may be this rim ram ruffe, is too rude an incounter. Let me faire Ladie if you be at leisure, reuell with your sweetnes, and raile vppon that cowardly Coniurer, that hath cast me or congealed mee rather into an vnkinde sleepe and polluted my Carcasse. Laugh, laugh Zantyppa, thou hast thy fortune, a foole and a husbande vnder one. Truely sweete heart as I seeme, about some twenty yeares, the very Aprill of mine age. Why what a prating Asse is this? Hir Corall lippes, hir crimson chinne, Hir siluer teeth so white within: Hir golden locks hir rowling eye, Hir pretty parts let them goe by: Hey ho hath wounded me, That I must die this day to see. By gogs bones thou art a flouting knaue, Hir Corall lippes, hir crimson chinne: ka wilshaw. True my owne and my owne because mine, & mine because mine ha ha: Aboue a thousand pounds in possibilitie, and things fitting thy desire in possession.