Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 498 words
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That is the gallant, apprehend him straight, 'tis he that sows sedition in the Land, Under the colour of being charitable, When search is made for such in every Inn, Though I have seen them housed, the Chamberlain For gold will answer there is Nobody: He for all bankrupts is a common bail, And when the execution should be served Upon the sureties, they find Nobody: In private houses who so apt to lie, As those that have been taught by Nobody, Servants forgetful of their masters friends, Being asked how many were to speak with him Whilst he was absent, they say Nobody, Nobody breaks more glasses in a house, Than all his wealth hath power to satisfy: If you will free this City then from shame, Seize Nobody, and let him bear the blame. Lay hold upon him. What on Nobody, give me my sword, my morglay, My friends, you that do know how innocent I am, Draw in my quarrel, succour Nobody, What Nobody, but Nobody remaining. Yes Master, I nobody's man. Stand to me nobly then, and fear them not, Thy Master Nobody, can take no wounds, Nobody is no coward, Nobody Dares fight withal the world. Upon them then. What has he scaped us. He is gone my Lord. It shall be thus, now you have seen his shape, Let him be straight imprinted to the life: His picture shall be set on every stall, And proclamation made, that he that takes him, Shall have a hundred pounds of Somebody, Country and City, I shall thus set free, And have more room to work my villainy. What are they gone, than City now adieu, Since I have taken such great injury, For my good life within thy government: No more will Nobody be charitable, No more will Nobody relieve the poor, Honour your Lord, and Master Somebody, For Somebody is he that wrongs you all. I'll to the Court the changing of the air, May peradventure change my injuries, And if I speed no better being there, Yet say that Nobody lived everywhere. I was a King, but now I am slave, How happy were I in this base estate, If I had never tasted royalty: But the remembrance that I was a King, Unseasons the Content of poverty, I hear the hunter's music, here I'll lie, To keep me out of sight till they pass by. The stag is herded, come my Lord Shall we to horse and single him again. Content, the King will chase, the day is spent And we have killed no game, to horse, away. herded, go single him, or couple straight, He will not fall today, what fellows this. I am a man. A banished man I think, My brother Archigallo, is't not so. 'tis so, I am thy brother Elidure, All that thou hast is mine, the Crown is mine, Thy royalty is mine; these hunting pleasures Thou dost usurp: ambitious Elidure I was a King.
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That is the gallant, apprehend him straight, Tis he that sowes sedition in the Land, Vnder the couler of being charitable, When search is made for such in euery Inne, Though I haue seene them housd, the Chamberlaine For gold will answere there is Nobody: He or all bankrouts is a common bail, And when the execution should be serud Vpon the sureties, they find Nobody: In priuate houses who so apt to lie, As those that haue beene taught by Nobody, Seruants forgetfull of their Maisters friends, Being askt how many were to speake with him Whilst he was absent, they say Nobody, Nobody breakes more glasses in a house, Then all his wealth hath power to satisfie: If you will free this Citty then from shame, Sease Nobody, and let him beare the blame. Lay hold vpon him. What on Nobody, giue me my sword, my morglay, My friends, you that doe know how innocent I am, Draw in my quarrell, succor Nobody, What Nobody, but Nobody remaining. Yes Maister, I Nobodies man. Stand to me nobly then, and feare them not, Thy Maister Nobody, can take no wounds, Nobody is no coward, Nobody Dares fight withall the world. Vpon them then. What has he scapt vs. He is gone my Lord. It shall be thus, now you haue seene his shape, Let him be straight imprinted to the life: His picture shall be set on euery stall, And proclamation made, that he that takes him, Shall haue a hundred pounds of Sombody, Country and Citty, I shall thus set free, And haue more roome to worke my villanie. What are they gonne, then Citty now adew, Since I haue taken such great iniury, For my good life within thy gouernment: No more will Nobody be charitable, No mote will Nobody relieue the poore, Honor your Lord, and Maister Somebody, For Somebody is he that wrongs you all. Ile to the Court the changing of the ayre, May peraduenture change my iniuries, And if I speede no better being there, Yet say that Nobody liu'd euery where. I was a King, but now I am slaue, How happie were I in this base estate, If I had neuer tasted royaltie: But the remembrance that I was a King, Vnseasons the Content of pouertie, I heare the hunters musicke, heere Ile lie, To keepe me out of sight till they passe by. The stag is hearded, come my Lord Shall we to horse and single him againe. Content, the King will chase, the day is spent And we haue kild no game, to horse, away. Hearded, goe single him, or couple straight, He will not fall to day, what fellowes this. I am a man. A banisht man I thinke, My brother Archigallo, ist not so. Tis so, I am thy brother Elidure, All that thou hast is mine, the Crowne is mine, Thy royaltie is mine; these hunting pleasures Thou doost vsurpe: ambitious Elidure I was a King.