Preston, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1561 [c.1558-1569] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 509 words
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My name is Ambidexter I signify one, That with both hands finely can play: Now with king Cambices and by and by gone, Thus do I run this and that way, For while I mean with a Soldier to be, Then give I a leap to Sisamnes the judge: I dare avouch, ye shall his destruction see, To all kind of estates I mean for to trudge. Ambidexter, nay he is a fellow if ye knew all: Gog's flesh and his wounds these wars rejoice my heart: By his wounds I hope to do well for my part. By God's heart the world shall go evil if I do not shifted: At some old Carls bouget I mean for to lift. By his Flesh, nose, Eyes and Ears, I will venture voided of all cares. He is not a Soldier that doth fear any doubt: If that he would bring his purpose about. Fear that fear list, it shall not be I: By God's wounds I will make some neck stand awry. If I loose my share, I swear by God's heart: Then let an other take up my part. Yet I hope to come the richest Soldier away: If a man ask ye, ye may hap to say nay. If a man ask ye, ye may hap to say nay. Let all men get what they can, not to lose I hope: Where soever I go in each corner I will grope. What & ye run into the Corner of some pretty maid? To grope there good fellow I will not be a afraid. Gog's wounds what art thou that with us dost mell? Thou seemest to be a Soldier the truth to tell, Thou seemest to be harnessed. I cannot tell how: I think he came lately from riding some Cow. Such a deformed slave did I never see: Ruf dost thou know him? I pray thee tell me. Not by my troth fellow Huf I never see him before. As for me I care not if I never see him more. Come let us run his Arse against the post: A ye: slaves, I will be with you at the ofts. A ye knaves, I will teach ye how ye shall me deride, Out of my sight I can ye not abide. Now goodman pouchmouth I am a slave with you: Now have at ye a fresh again even now. Mine Arse against the post you will run: But I will make ye from that saying to turn. I beseech ye heartily to be content: I insure you by mine honesty no hurt we meant. Beside that again we do not know what ye are: You know that Soldiers their stoutness will declare, Therefore if we have any thing offended: Pardon our rudeness and it shallbe amended. Yea Gods pity, begin ye to entreat me? Have at ye once again by the mass I will beaten ye. Gog's heart let us kill him, suffer no longer: Thou slave we will see if thou be the stronger.
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My name is Ambidexter I ſignifie one, That with bothe hands finely can play: Now with king Cambices and by and by gone, Thus doo I run this and that way, For while I meane with a Souldier to be, Then giue I a leape to Siſamnes the Iudge: I dare auouch, ye ſhall his deſtruction ſee, To all kinde of eſtates I meane for to trudge. Ambidexter, nay he is a fellow if ye knew all: Gogs fleſh and his wounds theſe warres reioyce my hart: By his wounds I hope to doo wel for my parte. By Gods hart the world ſhall go euil if I doo not ſhift: At ſome olde Carles bouget I meane for to lift. By his Fleſh, noſe, Eyes and Eares, I wil venter void of all cares. He is not a Souldier that dooth feare any dout: If that he would bring his purpoſe about. Feare that feare liſt, it ſhall not be I: By Gogs wounds I wil make ſome neck ſtand awry. If I loſe my ſhare, I ſweare by Gogs hart: Then let an other take vp my parte. Yet I hope to come the richeſt Souldier away: If a man aſke ye, ye may hap to ſay nay. If a man aſke ye, ye may hap to ſay nay. Let all men get what they can, not to léeſe I hope: Where ſoeuer I go in eche corner I wil grope. What & ye run into the Corner of ſome prety maid? To grope there good fellow I wil not be a fraid. Gogs wounds what art thou that with vs dooſt mel? Tou ſéemeſt to be a Souldier the trueth to tel, Thou ſéemeſt to be harneſſed. I cannot tel how: I think he ame lately from riding ſome Cow. Such a deformed ſlaue did I neuer ſee: Ruf dooſt thou knowe him? I pray thée tel mée. No by my troth fellow Huf I neuer ſée him before. As for me I care not if I neuer ſée him more. Come let vs run his Arſe againſt the poſte: A ye: ſlaues, I wil be with you at the ofts. A ye knaues, I wil teach ye how ye ſhal me deride, Out of my ſight I can ye not abide. Now goodman pouchmouth I am a ſlaue with you: Now haue at ye a freſh again euen now. Mine Arſſe againſt the poſte you wil run: But I wil make ye from that ſaying to turn. I beſéech ye hartely to be content: I inſure you by mine honeſty no hurt we ment. Beſide that again we doo not knowe what ye are: Ye knowe that Souldiers their ſtoutnes wil declare, Therfore if we haue any thing offended: Pardon our rudenes and it ſhalbe amended. Yea Gods pitie, begin ye to intreate me? Haue at ye once again by the maſſe I wil beat ye. Gogs hart let vs kil him, ſuffer no longer: Thou ſlaue we wil ſée if thou be the ſtrongar.