Nashe, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1592 (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 487 words
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By my troth, they have voices as clear as Crystal: this is a pretty thing, if it be for nothing but to go a-begging with. Believe me, Ver, but thou art pleasant bent, This humour should import a harmless mind: know'st thou the reason why I sent for thee? No faith, nor care not, whether I do or no. If you will dance a Galliard, so it is: if not, Falangtado, Falangtado, to wear the black and yellow: Falangtado, Falangtado, my mates are gone, I'll follow. Nay, stay a while, we must confer and talk. Ver, call to mind I am thy sovereign Lord, And what thou hast, of me thou hast, and hold'st. Unto no other end I sent for thee. But to demand a reckoning at thy hands, How well or ill thou hast employed my wealth. If that be all, we will not disagree. A clean trencher and a napkin you shall have presently. The truth is, this fellow hath been a tapster in his days. How now? is this the reckoning we shall have? My Lord, he doth abuse you: brook it not. Summa totalis I fear will prove him but a fool. About, about, lively, put your horse to it, rain him harder, jerk him with your wand, sit fast, sit fast, man; focle, hold up your ladle there. O brave hall! O, well said, butcher. Now for the credit of Wostershire. The finest set of Morris-dancers that is between this and Stretham: mary, methinks there is one of them danceth like a clothier's horse, with a woolpack on his back. You friend with the Hobby-horse, go not too fast, for fear of wearing out my Lords tile-stones with your hobnails. So, so, so, trot the ring twice over, and away. May it please my Lord, this is the grand capital sum, but there are certain parcels behind, as you shall see. Nay, nay, no more; for this is all too much. Content yourself, we'll have variety. Trip and go, heave and hoe, Up and down to and fro, From the town, to the grove, Two, and two, let us rove a-Maying, a playing: Love hath no gainsaying: So merrily trip and go. Beshrew my heart, of a number of ill legs, I never saw worse dancers: how blessed are you, that the wenches of the parish do not see you! Presumptuous Ver, uncivil nurtured boy, Thinkest I will be derided thus of thee? Is this th'account and reckoning that thou mak'st? Troth, my Lord, to tell you plain, I can give you no other account: nam quae habui, pordidi; what I had, I have spent on good fellows, in these sports you have seen, which are proper to the Spring, and others of like sort, (as giving wenches green gowns, making garlands for Fencers, and tricking up children gay) have I bestowed all my flowery treasure, and flower of my youth.
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By my troth, they haue voyces as cleare as Christall: this is a pratty thing, if it be for nothing but to goe a begging with. Beleeue me, Ver, but thou art pleasant bent, This humor should import a harmlesse minde: Knowst thou the reason why I sent for thee? No faith, nor care not, whether I do or no. If you will daunce a Galliard, so it is: if not, Falangtado, Falangtado, to weare the blacke and yellow: Falangtado, Falāgtado, my mates are gone, Ile followe. Nay, stay a while, we must confer and talke. Ver, call to mind I am thy soueraigne Lord, And what thou hast, of me thou hast, and holdst. Vnto no other end I sent for thee. But to demaund a reckoning at thy hands, How well or ill thou hast imployd my wealth. If that be all, we will not disagree. A cleane trencher and a napkin you shall haue presently. The truth is, this fellow hath bin a tapster in his daies. How now? is this the reckoning we shall haue? My Lord, he doth abuse you: brooke it not. Summa totalis I feare will proue him but a foole. About, about, liuely, put your horse to it, reyne him harder, ierke him with your wand, sit fast, sit fast, man; focle, hold vp your ladle there. O braue hall! O, well sayd, butcher. Now for the credit of Wostershire. The finest set of Morris-dauncers that is betweene this and Stretham: mary, me thinks there is one of them daūceth like a Clothyers horse, with a wool-pack on his backe. You friend with the Hobby-horse, goe not too fast, for feare of wearing out my Lords tyle-stones with your hob-nayles. So, so, so, trot the ring twise ouer, and away. May it please my Lord, this is the grand capitall summe, but there are certayne parcels behind, as you shall see. Nay, nay, no more; for this is all too much. Content your selfe, we'le haue variety. Trip and goe, heaue and hoe, Vp and downe to and fro, From the towne, to the groue, Two, and two, let vs roue A Maying, a playing: Loue hath no gainsaying: So merrily trip and goe. Beshrew my heart, of a number of ill legs, I neuer sawe worse daunsers: how blest are you, that the wenches of the parish doe not see you! Presumptuous Ver, vnciuill nurturde boy, Think'st I will be derided thus of thee? Is this th'account and reckoning that thou mak'st? Troth, my Lord, to tell you playne, I can giue you no other account: nam quae habui, pordidi; what I had, I haue spent on good fellowes, in these sports you haue seene, which are proper to the Spring, and others of like sort, (as giuing wenches greene gownes, making garlands for Fencers, and tricking vp children gay) haue I bestowde all my flowry treasure, and flowre of my youth.