Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 3 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
Ha, I was not borne to be my Cradle's drudge, To choke and stifle up my pleasure's breath, To poison with the venomed cares of thrift My private sweet of life: only to scrape A heap of muck, to fatten and manure The barren virtues of my progeny, And make them sprout, spite of their want of worth: No, I do love my Girls should wish me live, Which few do wish that have a greedy Sire: But still expect and gape with hungry lip, When he'll give up his gouty stewardship. You touch the quick of sense, but then I wonder You not aspire unto the eminence And height of pleasing life: to Court, to Court, There burnish, there spread, there stick in pomp Like a bright Diamond in a Lady's brow, There plant your fortunes in the flowering spring, And get the sun before you of respect: There trench yourself within the people's love, And glitter in the eye of glorious grace, What's wealth without respect and mounted place? Worse and worse, I am not yet distraught, I long not to be squeezed with mine own weight: Nor hoist up all my sails to catch the wind Of the drunk reeling Commons: I labour not To have an awful presence, nor be feared (Since who is feared, still fears to be so feared) I care not to be like the Horeb Calf, One day adored, and next pashed all in pieces: Nor do I envy Poliphemiam puffs, Swissers' slopped greatness: I adore the Sun, Yet love to live within a temperate zone, Let who will climb ambitious glibery rounds, And lean upon the vulgars' rotten love, I'll not corrival him: The Sun will give As great a shadow to my trunk as his: And after death like chessmen having stood In play for Bishops, some for Knights, and Pawns, We all together shall be tumbled up, into one bag, Let hushed calm quiet, rock my life asleep: And being dead, my own ground press my bones, Whilst some old Beldame hobbling o'er my grave, May mumble thus: Here lies a knight whose money Was his slave. Now Iack what news? And please your Wor. the Morris have ta'en their liquour. Hath not the liquour ta'en them? tripped up their heels or so? one of them hath undertaken to dance the Morris from Highgate to Holloway on his heels, with his hands upwards. That's nothing hard. Yes sir, 'tis easier for him to dance on his head than his heels, for indeed his heels are turned rank rebels, they will not obey, but they are tumbling down the hill apace. And I must after then, farewell my soul's delight, Sweet Katherine adieu. Camelia good-night. Nay not to London Sir tonight, i'faith at least stay supper. Hark you sir, there's but two Lambs, a dozen Capons, half a score couple of rabbits, three Tarts, and four Tansies, for supper, and therefore I beseech you give him Jack Drums entertainment: Let the Iebusite depart in peace. Why Jack, is not that sufficient?
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Ha, I was not borne to be my Cradles drudge, To choake and stifle vp my pleasures breath, To poyson with the venomd cares of thrift My priuate sweet of life: onely to scrape A heap of muck, to fatten and manure The barren vertues of my progeny, And make them sprowt, spight of their want of worth: No, I do loue my Girles should wish me liue, Which fewe do wish that haue a greedy Syre: But still expect and gape with hungry lip, When heele giue vp his gowtie stewardship. You touch the quick of sence, but thē I wonder You not aspire vnto the eminence And height of pleasing life: to Court, to Court, There burnish, there spread, there stick in pompe Like a bright Diamond in a Ladies browe, There plant your fortunes in the flowring spring, And get the sunne before you of respect: There trench your selfe within the peoples loue, And glitter in the eye of glorious grace, What's wealth without respect and mounted place? Worse and worse, I am not yet distraught, I long not to be squeasd with mine owne waight: Nor hoyse vp all my sailes to catch the winde Of the drunke reeling Commons: I labor not To haue an awfull presence, nor be feard (Since who is feard, still feares to be so feard) I care not to be like the Horeb Calfe, One day ador'd, and next pasht all in peeces: Nor do I enuy Poliphemiā puffes, Swizars slopt greatnes: I adore the Sunne, Yet loue to liue within a temperate zone, Let who will climbe ambitious glibbery rowndes, And leane vpon the vulgars rotten loue, I'le not coriuall him: The Sunne will giue As great a shadow to my trunck as his: And after death like Chesmen hauing stood In play for Bishops, some for Knights, and Pawnes, We all together shall be tumbled vp, into one bagge, Let hush'd calme quiet, rock my life a sleepe: And being dead, my owne ground presse my bones, Whilest some old Beldame hobling ore my graue, May mumble thus: Here lies a knight whose money Was his slaue. Now Iack what newes? And please your Wor. the Morice haue tane their liquor. Hath not the liquor tane them? Tript vp their heeles or so? one of them hath vndertaken to daunce the Morice from Hygate to Holloway on his heeles, with his hands vpwards. Thats nothing hard. Yes sir, tis easier for him to daunce on his head than his heeles, for indeed his heeles are turnde rancke rebels, they wil not obey, but they are tumbling downe the hill a pace. And I must after then, farwel my soules delight, Sweete Katherine adieu. Camelia goodnight. Nay not to London Sir to night, Ifaith at least stay supper. Harke you sir, theres but two Lambes, a dozen Capons, halfe a score couple of Rabbots, three Tartes, and foure Tansies, for supper, and therfore I beseech you giue him Iacke Drums entertainment: Let the Iebusite depart in peace. Why Iacke, is not that sufficient?