Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 504 words
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To scar the Scholar: You shall see, I'll make fine sport with him. They say, that every day he keeps his walk Amongst these woods and melancholy shades, And on the bark of every senseless tree In graves the tenor of his hapless hope. Now when he's at Venus' altar at his Orisons; I'll put me on my great carnation nose And wrap me in a rousing calfskin suit, And come like some Hob goblin or some devil, Ascended from the griefly pit of hell: And like a Scarbabe make him take his legs: I'll play the devil, I warrant ye. And if you do: (by this hand) I'll play the conjuror. Blush Fortunatus, at thy base conceit, To stand aloof, like one that's in a trance, And with thine eyes behold that miscreant Imp (Whose tongue more venom than the serpent's sting) Before thy face thus taunt thy dearest friends, I, thine own father with reproachful terms, Thy Sister Lelia, she is bought and sold, And learned Sophos, thy thrice vowed friend, Is made a stale by this base cursed Crew And damned den of vagrant run agates. But here in sight of sacred heavens I swear, By all the sorrows of the Stygian souls, By Mars his bloody blade and fair Bellona's bowers I vow, these eyes shall near behold my father's face, These feet shall never pass these desert plains: But Pilgrim like I'll wander in these woods Until I find out Sophos secret walks, And sound the depth of all their plotted drifts, Nor will I cease until these hands revenge Th'injurious wrong that's offered to my friend, Upon the workers of this stratagem. I'faith, i'faith, I cannot tell what to do, I love, and I love, and I cannot tell who, Out upon this love. For what you what? I have suitors comes huddle, twoes upon twoes, and threes upon threes, and what think you troubles me? I must chat and kiss with all comers, or else no bargain. A bargain i'faith: ha my sweet honey sops how dost thou? Well I thank you William, now I see you're a man of your word. A man of my word quotha? why I near broke promise in my life that I kept. No William I know you did not, But I had thought you had forgotten me. Dost hear Peg? if ere I forget thee, I pray God I may never remember thee. Peace here comes my Granam Midnight. What Peg? what ho? what Peg I say? what Peg my wench? Why where art thou trow? Here Granam, at your elbow. What mak'st here this twatter light? I think thart in a dream, I think the fool haunts thee. Sounds, fool in your face: fool? O monstrous intitulation: Fool? O disgrace to my person: sounds, fool not me, for I cannot brook such a cold rasher I can tell you: give me but such another word, and I'll be thy tooth-drawer e'en of thy butter tooth, thou toothless trot thou.
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To ſcarre the Scholler: You ſhall ſee, Ile make fine ſport with him. They ſay, that euery day he keepes his walke Amongſt theſe woods and melancholy ſhades, And on the barke of euerie ſenſeleſſe tree In graues the tenour of his haples hope. Now when hees at Venus altar at his Oriſons; Ile put me on my great carnation noſe And wrap me in a rowſing Calueskin ſuite, And come like ſome Hob goblin or ſome diuell, Aſcended from the griefly pit of hell: And like a Scarbabe make him take his legges: Ile play the diuel, I warrant ye. And if you do: (by this hand) Ile play the coniurer. Bluſh Fortunatus, at thy baſe conceit, To ſtand aloofe, like one thats in a trance, And with thine eyes behold that miſcreant Imp ▪ (Whoſe tongue more venome then the ſerpen ing Before thy face thus taunt thy deareſt friend ▪ I, thine owne father with reproachful tearmes, Thy Siſter Lelia, ſhee is bought and ſold, And learned Sophos, thy thrice vowed friend, Is made a ſtale by this baſe curſed Crew And damned den of vagrant run agates. But here in ſight of ſacred heauens I ſweare, By all the ſorrowes of the Stygian ſoules, By Mars his bloudie blade and faire Bellonas bowers I vow, theſe eyes ſhal nere behold my fathers face, Theſe feete ſhal neuer paſſe theſe deſert plaines: But Pilgrim like Ile wander in theſe woods Vntill I find out Sophos ſecret walkes, And ſound the depth of all their plotted drifts, Nor will I ceaſe vntill theſe hands reuenge Th'iniurious wrong thats offred to my friend, Vpon the workers of this ſtratageme. Yfaith, yfaith, I canot tell what to doe, I loue, and I loue, and I cannot tell whoe, Out vpon this loue. For wat you what? I haue ſuitors comes huddle, twoes vpon twoes, and threes vpon threes, and what thinke you troubles me? I muſt chat and kiſſe with all commers, or elſe noe bargaine. A bargain yfaith: ha my ſweet honnie ſops how dooſt thou? Well I thanke you William, now I ſee y are a man of your word. A man of my word quotha? why I nere broke promiſe in my life that I kept. No William I know you did not, But I had thought you had forgotten me. Doſt heare Pegge? if ere I forget thee, I pray God I may neuer remember thee. Peace here comes my Granam Midnight. What Pegge? what ho? what Pegge I ſay? what Pegge my wench? Why where art thou trowe? Here Granam, at your elbow. What mak'ſt here this twatter light? I thinke thart in a dreame, I thinke the foole haunts thee. Sounds, foole in your face: foole? O monſtrous intitulation: Foole? O diſgrace to my perſon: ſounds, foole not me, for I cannot brooke ſuch a colde raſher I can tell you: giue me but ſuch an other word, and Ile be thy tooth-drawer een of thy butter tooth, thou toothleſſe trot thou.