Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 515 words
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Sir, with all my heart, & as I told M. Tobie, I shall be glad to have any man a witness of it. And the more openly I profess it, I hope it will appear the heartier and the more unfeigned. Who is this? my man Francis? and my son in Law? Sir, it is all the Testimony I shall leave behind me to the World, and my Master, that I have so offended. Good Sir I writ it, when my spirits were oppressed. ay, I'll be sworn for you Francis. It is in imitation of Manington's; he that was hanged at Cambridge, that cut of the horse's head at a blow. So sir. To the tune of I wail in woe, I plunge in pain. An excellent Ditty it is, and worthy of a new tune. In Cheapside famous for Gold & Plate, Quicksilver I did dwell of late: I had a Master good, and kind, That would have wrought me to his mind. He bade me still, Work upon that, But alas I wrought I knew not what. He was a Touchstone black, but true: And told me still, what would ensue, Yet, woe is me, I would not learn, I saw, alas, but could not discern. Excellent, excellent well. O let him alone, He is taken already. I cast my Coat, and Cap away, I went in silkci, and satins gay, False metal of good manners, I Did daily coint W. I scorned my Master, being drunk. I kept my Golding, and my Punk, And with a knight, sir Flash, by name, (Who now is sorry for the same) I thank you Francis. I thought by sea to run, But Thames, and Tempest did me stay. This cannot be feigned sure. Heaven pardon my security. The Ragged Colt, may prove a good Horse. How he listens! and is transported? He has forgot me. Still Eastward hoe was all my word: But Westward I had no regard. Nor never thought, what would coin after As did alas his youngest Daughter, At last the black Ox trod o'my foot, And I saw then what longed unto't, Now try I, Touchstone, touch me still, And make me currant by thy skill. And I will do it, Francis. Stay him M. Deputy, now is the time, we shall lose the song else. I protest it is the best that ever I heard. How like you it Gentlemen? O admirable, sir! This Stanze now following, alludes to the story of Mannington from whence I took my project for my invention. Pray you go on sir. O Manington thy stories show, Thou cutst a Horsehead off at a blow But I confess, I have not the force For to cut off the head of a horse, Yet I desire this grace to win, That I may cut off the Horsehead of Sin. And leave his body in the dust Of sins high way and bogs of Lust, Whereby I may take virtues purse, And live with her for better, for worse. Admirable sir, & excellently conceited. Alas sir.
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Sir, withall my heart, & as I told M. Tobie, I ſhall be glad to haue any man a witneſſe of it. And the more openly I proſeſſe it, I hope it will appeare the hartier and the more vnſained. Who is this? my man Francis? and my ſonne in Lawe? Sir, it is all the Teſtmonie I ſhall leaue behind me to the World, and my Maſter, that I haue ſo offended. Good Sir I writ it, whē my ſpirits were oppreſt. I, Ile be ſworne for you Francis. It is in imitation of Maningtons; he that was hangd at Cambridge, that cut of the Horſes head at a blow. So ſir. To the tune of I waile in woe, I plunge in paine. An excellent Ditty it is, and worthy of a new tune. In Cheapſide famous for Gold & Plate, Quickſiluer I did dwel of late: I had a Maſter good, and kind, That vvould haue vvrought me to his mind. He bad me ſtill, VVorke vpon that, But alas I vvrought I knevv not vvhat. He vvas a Touchſtone black, but true: And told me ſtill, vvhat vvould enſue, Yet, vvoe is me, I vvould not learne, I ſavv, alas, but could not diſcerne. Excellent, excellent well. O let him alone, Hee is taken already. I caſt my Coat, and Cap avvay, I vvent in ſilkci, and ſaitens gay, Falſe Mettall of good manners, I Did dayly coint valavvſully. I ſcornd my Maſter, being drunke. I kept my Golding, and my Punke, And vvith a knight, ſir Flaſh, by name, (VVho novv is ſory for the ſame) I thanke you Francis. I thought by sea to runne, But Thames, and Tempeſt did me ſtay. This cannot be fained ſure. Heauen pardon my ſeucrity. The Ragged Colt, may prooke a good Horſe. How he liſtens! and is tranſported? He has forgot me. Still Eaſtward hoe vvas all my word: But VVeſtward I had no regard. Nor neuer thought, vvhat vvould coine aſter As did alas his youngeſt Daughter, At laſt the black Oxe trode o'my foote, And I ſavv then vvhat longd vntoo't, Novv try I, Touchſtone, touch me ſtil, And make me currant by thy skill. And I will do it, Francis. Stay him M. Deputie, now is the time, we ſhall looſe the ſong elſe. I proteſt it is the beſt that euer I heard. How like you it Gentlemen? O admirable, ſir! This Stanze now following, alludes to the ſtory of Mannington from whence I tooke my proiect for my inuention. Pray you goe on ſir. O Manington thy ſtories ſhevv, Thou cutſt a Horſe-head off at a blovv But I confeſſe, I haue not the force For to cut off the head of a horſe, Yet I deſire this grace to vvinne, That I may cut off the Horſe-head of Sin. And leaue his body in the duſt Of ſinneshigh vvay and bogges of Luſt, VVherby I may take Vertues purſe, And liue vvith her for better, for vvorſe. Admirable ſir, & excellently conceited. Alas ſir.