Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 476 words
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And nobody. But if my breeches had as much cloth in them, as ever was drawn betwixt Kendall and Canning street, they were scarce great enough to hold all the wrongs that I must pocket: Fie, fie, how I am slandered through the world. Nobody keeps tall fellows at his heels, Yet if you meet a crew of rogues and beggars, Ask who they serve, they'll answer Nobody. Your Cavaliers and swaggerers 'bout the town, That domineer in Taverns, swear and stare, Urge them upon some terms, they'll turn their malice To me, and say they'll fight with Nobody, Or if they fight, and Nobody by chance Come in to part them, I am sure to pay for it, And Nobody be hurt when they scape scotfree: And not the dastardst coward in the world But dares about with me. What shall I do? Do what thou wilt, before we end this strife, I'll make thee ten times weary of thy life. But do you hear Master, when I have served you a year or two, who shall pay me my wages? Why Nobody. Indeed if I serve Nobody, Nobody must pay me my wages, therefore I'll even seek out Somebody or other, to get me a new service; but the best is Master if you run away, you are easy to be found again. Why so sir? Mary ask a deaf man whom he hears, he'll straight say Nobody, ask the blindest beetle that is whom he sees, and he'll answer, Nobody, he that never saw in his life can see you, though you were as little as a moat, and he that never heard, can hear you, though you tread as softly as a Mouse, therefore I shall be sure never to lose you. Besides, you have one commodity Master, which none hath beside you, if you should love the most fickle & inconstant'st wench that is in the world, she'll be true to Nobody, therefore constant to you. And thou sayest true in that my honest servant, Besides, I am in great especial grace With the King Archigallo that now reigns In tyranny, and strange misgovernment, Nobody loves him, and he loves Nobody. But that which most torments my troubled soul, My name is made mere opposite to virtue, For he is only held peaceful and quiet, That quarrels, brawls, and fights with Nobody, He's honest held that lies with nobody's wife, And he that hurts and injures Nobody, All the world says, ay that's a virtuous man. And though a man have done a thousand mischiefs, And come to prove the forfeit made to law, If he can prove he hath wronged Nobody, No man can touch his life. This makes me mad, This makes me leave the place where I was bred, And thousand times a day to wish me dead.
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And no body. But if my breeches had as much cloth in them, as euer was drawne betwixt Kendall and Canning street, they were scarce great enough to hold all the wrongs that I must pocke: Fie, fie, how I am slaunderd through the world. Nobody keepes tall fellowes at his heeles, Yet if you meete a crew of rogues and beggars, Aske who they serue, theile aunswere Nobody. Your Caualiers and swaggerers bout the towne, That dominere in Tauerns, sweare and stare, Vrge them vpon some termes, theile turne their malice To me, and say theile fight with Nobody, Or if they fight, and Nobody by chaunce Come in to part them, I am sure to pay for it, And Nobody be hurt when they scape scotfree: And not the dastardst coward in the world But dares about with me. What shall I doe? Doe what thou wilt, before we end this strife, Ile make thee tenne times weary of thy life. But doe you heare Maister, when I haue seru'd you a yere or two, who shall pay me my wages? Why Nobody. Indeede if I serue Nobody, Nobody must pay me my wages, therefore Ile euen seeke out Sombody or other, to get me a newe seruice; but the best is Maister if you runne away, you are easie to be found againe. Why so sir? Mary aske a deafe man whom hee heares, heele straight say Nobody, aske the blindest beetle that is whom hee sees, and heele aunswere, Nobodie, hee that neuer saw in his life can see you, though you were as little as a moate, and hee that neuer heard, can heare you, though you treade as softlie as a Mouse, therefore I shall be sure neuer to loose you. Besides, you haue one commoditie Maister, which none hath besides you, if you should loue the most fickle & inconstants wench that is in the world, sheele be true to Nobody, therefore constant to you. And thou sayest true in that my honest seruaunt, Besides, I am in great especiall grace With the King Archigallo that now raignes In tiranny, and strange misgouerment, Nobody loues him, and he loues Nobody. But that which most torments my troubled soule, My name is made mere opposite to vertue, For he is onely held peacefull and quiet, That quarrels, brawles, and fights with Nobody, He's honest held that lies with Nobodies wife, And he that hurts and iniures Nobody, All the world saies, ey thats a vertuous man. And though a man haue doone a thousand mischiefes, And come to proue the forfeit made to law, If he can proue he hath wrong'd Nobody, No man can touch his life. This makes me mad, This makes me leaue the place where I was bred, And thousand times a day to wish me dead.