Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 477 words
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Fancy, Fancy. I saw it. A mere Deceptio visus. A vice Ass; Y'are an incredulous Coxcomb, these saw it. Well; they did, they did. I called for help; these entered, found me dead with fear! 'Tis right Sir. Did not the Spirits glide by thee? Your Grace must pardon me, I saw none. 'Sheart do I lie! do you brave me! you base Peasant? No my Lord, but I must guard my life against an Emperor. One of my wife's men, is't not! Ha! What a Pox fawns the Cur for here! away. Her Spy Sir! Are you! Sooth him up, y'are fools, If the Lion say the ass's ears are horns The Ass if he be wise will swear it, la Sir These tell me they all saw it. Yes my Lord. And yet I lie a whoreson buzzard— Now sir Prince Iohn is coming. When sir! Instantly. Father I'll tell you a Tale, upon a time The Lion Fox and silly Ass did jar, Grew friends and what they got, agreed to share: A prey was ta'en, the bold Ass did divide it Into three equal parts, the Lion spied it, And scorning two such sharers, moody grew, And pawing the Ass, shook him as I shake you. Not too hard good my Lord, alas I am crazed. And in rage tore him piece meal, the Ass thus dead, The prey was by the Fox distributed Into three parts again; of which the Lion Had two for his share, and the Fox but one: The Lion (smiling) of the Fox would know Where he had this wit, he the dead did show. An excellent Tale. Thou art that Ass. I! Thou: you, and the Fox my Brother cut my Kingdom, Into what steaks you list, I share no more, Than what you list to give. You two broach War or Peace; you plot, contrive, You flay off the lion's skin, you sell him alive, But having torn the Ass first limb from limb His death shall tell the Fox I'll so serve him. I do all this! 'tis false in Prince John's face I'll spit if he dares speak it, you might ride me For a right Ass indeed if I should kick At you, undermine you, or blow you up? In whom the hope of my posterity (By marriage of my child your wife) doth grow None but an Ass would do it. If I know, your little finger was but in't, neither age; Your place in Court, and Council, respect of honour, Nor of my wife (your Daughter) shall keep this head Upon these shoulders— Take it; now here's Prince Iohn. How now Brother! Sick! Not very well. Our Court is some Enchanted Tower you come not near it. Are you not troubled with some pain i'th' head? Your Nightcap shows you are?
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Fancy, Fancy. I saw it. A meere Deceptio visus. A vice Asse; Y'are an incredulous Coxcombe, these saw it. Well; they did, they did. I call'd for helpe; these enter'd, found mee dead with feare! 'Tis right Sir. Did not the Spirits glide by thee? Your Grace must pardon me, I saw none. 'Shart doe I lye! doe you braue me! you base Peasant? No my Lord, but I must guard my life against an Emperor. One of my wiues men, is't not! Ha! What a Pox fawnes the Curre for here! away. Her Spye Sir! Are you! Sooth him vp, y'are fooles, If the Lyon say the Asses eares are hornes The Asse if he be wise will sweare it, la Sir These tell me they all saw it. Yes my Lord. And yet I lye a whoreson buzzard—Now sir Prince Iohn is comming. When sir! Instantly. Father Ile tell you a Tale, vpon a time The Lyon Foxe and silly Asse did jarre, Grew friends and what they got, agreed to share: A prey was tane, the bold Asse did diuide it Into three equall parts, the Lyon spy'd it, And scorning two such sharers, moody grew, And pawing the Asse, shooke him as I shake you. Not too hard good my Lord, alas I am craz'd. And in rage tore him peece meale, the Asse thus dead, The prey was by the Foxe distributed Into three parts agen; of which the Lyon Had two for his share, and the Foxe but one: The Lyon (smiling) of the Foxe would know Where he had this wit, he the dead did show. An excellent Tale. Thou art that Asse. I! Thou: you, and the Foxe my Brother cut my Kingdome, Into what steakes you list, I share no more, Then what you list to giue. You two broach Warre or Peace; you plot, contriue, You flea off the Lyons skinne, you sell him aliue, But hauing torne the Asse first limbe from limbe His death shall tell the Foxe Ile so serue him. I doe all this! 'tis false in Prince Iohns face Ile spit if he dares speake it, you might ride me For a right Asse indeed if I should kick At you, vndermine you, or blow you vp? In whom the hope of my posterity (By marriage of my child your wife) doth grow None but an Asse would doe it. If I know, your little finger was but in't, neither age; Your place in Court, and Councell, respect of honour, Nor of my wife (your Daughter) shall keepe this head Vpon these shoulders— Take it; now here's Prince Iohn. How now Brother! Sick! Not very well. Our Court is some Inchanted Tower you come not neare it. Are you not troubled with some paine i'th head? Your Night-cap shewes you are?