Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 494 words
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I ha' nothing to do at Court, i'll home with my cowhides, and if the King will come to me he shall be welcome. Hast thou no suit touching thy trade, to transport hides or sell leather only in a certain circuit, or about Bark, or such like, to have letters patents? By the Mass and the matins I like not those Patents, sirrah they that have them, do as the Priests did in old time, buy and sell the sins of the people, so they make the King believe they mend what's amiss, and for money they make the thing worse than it is, there's another thing in too, the mor is the pity? What pity Iohn Hobs? I pray thee say all. Faith 'tis pity that one subica should have in his hand that might do good to many through the land. Satest thou me so Tanner well let's cast lots whether thou shalt go with me to Drayton, or I go home with thee to Tamworth. Lot me no lotting, i'll not go with thee, if thou wilt go with me, cause thart my lieges man (and yet I think be has many honester) thou shalt be welcome to Iohn Hobs, thou shalt be welcome to beef and bacon, and perhaps a bag-pudding, and my daughter Nell shall pop a posset upon thee when thou ghost to bed. Here's my hand, i'll but go & see the King served, and I'll be at home as soon as thyself. Dost thou hear me Ned? if I shall be thy host, Make haste thou art best, for fear thou kiss the Post. Farewell Iohn Hobs, the honest true Tanner I see plain men by observation, Of things that alter in the change of times, Daughter knowledge, and the meanest life, Proportioned with content sufficiency, Is merry then the mighty state of Kings. Now now? what news bring ye sirs, Where's the Queen? Her Highness and your mother my dread Lord, Are both invited by Sir Humphrey Bows, Where they intend to feast and lodge this night, And do expect your grace's presence there. Tom Sellinger I have other business; Astray from you and all my other train, I met a Tanner, such a merry mate, So frolic, and so full of good conceit, That I have given my word to be his guest, Because he knows me not to be the King: Good cozen Howard grudge not at the lest, But greet my mother and my wife from me, Bid them be merry, I must have my humour, Let them both sup and sleep when they see time, Commend me kindly to Sir Humphrey Bows, Tell him at breakfast I will visit him. This night Tom Sellinger and I must feast With Hobs the Tanner, there plain Ned & Tom. No King nor Sellinger for a thousand pound. The Queen & Duchess will be discontent, Because his Highness comes not to the feast.
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I ha nothing to do at Court, ile home with my cowhids, and if the King will come to me he shall be welcome. Hast thou no sute touching thy trade, to transport hides or sell leather onely in a certaine circuite, or about Barke, or such like, to haue letters pattents? By the Masse and the Mattens I like not those Pattents, sirra they that haue them, doe as the Priests did in old ne, buy and sell the sinnes of the people, so they make the King belée they mend whats amisse, and for money they make the thing worse then it is, theres another thing in , the mor is the pitie? What pittie Iohn Hobs? I prée thée say all. Faith ti's pittie that one subica should haue in his hand that might do good to many through the land. Satcst thou me so anner well lets cast lots whether thou shalt go with me to Drayton, or I go home with the to Tamworth. Lot me no lotting, ile not goe with thee, if thou wilt go with me, cause thart my Lciges man (and yet I thinke bee has many honester) thou shalt bee welcome to Iohn Hobs, thou shalt be welcome to ese and bacon, and perhaps a bagpudding, and my daughter Nell shall pop a possell vpon thee when thou gost to bed. Heres my hand, ile but go & see the King seru'de, and le be at home as soone as thy selfe. Dost thou heare me Ned? if I shall be thy host, Make haste thou art best, for feare thou kisse the ost. Farewell Iohn Hobs, the honest true Tanner I see plaine men by obseruation, Of things that alter in the chaunge of times, Doghter knowledge, and the meanest life, Proporrioned with content sufficiencie, Is mericr then the mightie state of Kings. Now now? what newes bring ye sirs, Wheres the Quoene? Her Highnes and your mother my dread Lord, Are both inuited by Sir Humphrey Bowes, Where they entend to feast and lodge this night, And do expect your Graces presence there. Tom Sellinger I haue other busines; Astray from you and all my other traine, I met a Tanner, such a merrie mate, So frolicke, and so full of good conceit, That I haue giuen my word to be his guest, Because he knowes me not to be the King: Good Cosen Howard grudge not at the lest, But greete my mother and my wife from mee, Bid them be merrie, I must haue my humor, Let them both sup and sléepe when they see time, Commend me kindly to Sir Humphrey Bowes, Tell him at breakefast I will visite him. This night Tom Sellinger and I must feast With Hobs the Tanner, there plaine Ned & Tom. No King nor Sellinger for a thousand pound. The Queen & Dutches will be discontent, Because his ighnes comes not to the feast.