Lan.I have him here, a rare Rogue, good sweet Master,Do something of some savour suddenly,That we may eat, and live: I am almost starv'd,No point manieur, no point devein, no Signieur,Not by the vertue of my languages,Nothing at my old masters to be hoped for,O Signieurdu, nothing to line my life with,But cold Pyes with a cudgel, till you help us.Tho.Nothing but famine frights thee: come hither Fidler,What Ballads are you seen in best? be short Sir.Fidler.Under your masterships correction, I can singThe Duke ofNorfolk, or the merry BalladOfDiverusandLazarus, the Rose ofEngland,InCreetwhenDedimusfirst began,Jonashis crying out againstCoventry.Tho.Excellent,Rare matters all.Fid.Mawdlinthe Merchants Daughter,The Devil, and ye dainty Dames.Tom.Rare still.Fid.The landing of the Spaniards atBow,With the bloudy battel atMile-end.Tho.All excellent:No tuning as ye love me; let thy FidleSpeak Welch, or any thing that's out of all tune,The vilder still the better, like thy self,For I presume thy voice will make no trees dance.Fid.Nay truly, ye shall have it ev'n as homely.Tho.Keep ye to that key, are they all abed trow?Lan.I hear no stirring any where, no lightIn any window, 'tis a night for the nonce Sir.Tho.Come strike up then: and say the Merchants daughter,We'l bear the burthen: proceed to incision Fidler.[Song.
Lan.I have him here, a rare Rogue, good sweet Master,Do something of some savour suddenly,That we may eat, and live: I am almost starv'd,No point manieur, no point devein, no Signieur,Not by the vertue of my languages,Nothing at my old masters to be hoped for,O Signieurdu, nothing to line my life with,But cold Pyes with a cudgel, till you help us.
Tho.Nothing but famine frights thee: come hither Fidler,What Ballads are you seen in best? be short Sir.
Fidler.Under your masterships correction, I can singThe Duke ofNorfolk, or the merry BalladOfDiverusandLazarus, the Rose ofEngland,InCreetwhenDedimusfirst began,Jonashis crying out againstCoventry.
Tho.Excellent,Rare matters all.
Fid.Mawdlinthe Merchants Daughter,The Devil, and ye dainty Dames.
Tom.Rare still.
Fid.The landing of the Spaniards atBow,With the bloudy battel atMile-end.
Tho.All excellent:No tuning as ye love me; let thy FidleSpeak Welch, or any thing that's out of all tune,The vilder still the better, like thy self,For I presume thy voice will make no trees dance.
Fid.Nay truly, ye shall have it ev'n as homely.
Tho.Keep ye to that key, are they all abed trow?
Lan.I hear no stirring any where, no lightIn any window, 'tis a night for the nonce Sir.
Tho.Come strike up then: and say the Merchants daughter,We'l bear the burthen: proceed to incision Fidler.[Song.
Enter Servant, above.
Ser.Who's there? what noise is this? what rogueAt these hours?Thom.O what is that to you my fool?O what is that to you,Pluck in your face you bawling Ass,Or I will break your brow. hey down, down, down.A new Ballad, a new, a new.Fid.The twelfth ofApril, onMayday,My house and goods were burnt away,&c.[Maid above.Maid.Why who is this?Lan.O damsel dear,Open the door, and it shall appear,Open the door.Maid.[O gentle squire.]I'le see thee hang'd first: farewel my dear,'Tis masterThomas, there he stands.
Ser.Who's there? what noise is this? what rogueAt these hours?
Thom.O what is that to you my fool?O what is that to you,Pluck in your face you bawling Ass,Or I will break your brow. hey down, down, down.A new Ballad, a new, a new.
Fid.The twelfth ofApril, onMayday,My house and goods were burnt away,&c.[Maid above.
Maid.Why who is this?
Lan.O damsel dear,Open the door, and it shall appear,Open the door.
Maid.[O gentle squire.]I'le see thee hang'd first: farewel my dear,'Tis masterThomas, there he stands.
EnterMaryabove.
Mary.'Tis strangeThat nothing can redeem him: rail him hence,Or sing him out in's own way, any thingTo be deliver'd of him.Maid.Then have at him:My manThomasdid me promiseHe would visit me this night.Tho.I am here Love, tell me dear Love,How I may obtain thy sight.Maid.Come up to my window love, come, come, come,Come to my window my dear,The wind, nor the rain shall trouble thee again,But thou shalt be lodged here.Thom.And art thou strong enough?Lan.Up, up, I warrant ye.Mary.What do'st thou mean to do?Maid.Good Mistress peace,I'le warrant ye we'l cool him:Madge.[Madge above.Madge.I am ready.Tho.The love of Greece, and it tickled him so,That he devised a way to goe.Now sing the Duke ofNorthumberland.Fidler.And climbing to promotion,He fell down suddenly.
Mary.'Tis strangeThat nothing can redeem him: rail him hence,Or sing him out in's own way, any thingTo be deliver'd of him.
Maid.Then have at him:My manThomasdid me promiseHe would visit me this night.
Tho.I am here Love, tell me dear Love,How I may obtain thy sight.
Maid.Come up to my window love, come, come, come,Come to my window my dear,The wind, nor the rain shall trouble thee again,But thou shalt be lodged here.
Thom.And art thou strong enough?
Lan.Up, up, I warrant ye.
Mary.What do'st thou mean to do?
Maid.Good Mistress peace,I'le warrant ye we'l cool him:Madge.[Madge above.
Madge.I am ready.
Tho.The love of Greece, and it tickled him so,That he devised a way to goe.Now sing the Duke ofNorthumberland.
Fidler.And climbing to promotion,He fell down suddenly.
[Madgewith a Devils vizard roaring, offers to kiss him, and he falls down.
Maid.Farewel Sir.Mary.What hast thou done? thou hast broke his neck.Maid.Not hurt him,He pitcht upon his legs like a Cat.Tho.O woman:O miserable woman, I am spoil'd,My leg, my leg, my leg, oh both my legs!Mary.I told thee' what thou hadst done, mischief go with thee.Tho.O I am lam'd for ever: O my leg,Broken in twenty places: O take heed,Take heed of women, Fidler: oh a Surgeon,A Surgeon, or I dye: oh my good people,No charitable people, all despightfull,Oh what a misery am I in! oh my leg.Lan.Be patient Sir, be patient: let me bind it.
Maid.Farewel Sir.
Mary.What hast thou done? thou hast broke his neck.
Maid.Not hurt him,He pitcht upon his legs like a Cat.
Tho.O woman:O miserable woman, I am spoil'd,My leg, my leg, my leg, oh both my legs!
Mary.I told thee' what thou hadst done, mischief go with thee.
Tho.O I am lam'd for ever: O my leg,Broken in twenty places: O take heed,Take heed of women, Fidler: oh a Surgeon,A Surgeon, or I dye: oh my good people,No charitable people, all despightfull,Oh what a misery am I in! oh my leg.
Lan.Be patient Sir, be patient: let me bind it.
EnterSamuel,andHylas,with his head broken.
Tho.Oh do not touch it rogue.Hyl.My head, my head,Oh my head's kill'd.Sam.You must be courting wenchesThrough key-holes, CaptainHylas, come and be comforted,The skin is scarce broke.Tho.O my leg.Sam.How do ye Sir?Tho.Oh maim'd for ever with a fall, he's spoil'd too,I see his brains.Hyl.Away with me for Gods sake,A Surgeon.Sam.Here's a night indeed.Hyl.A Surgeon.[Ex. all but Fidler.
Tho.Oh do not touch it rogue.
Hyl.My head, my head,Oh my head's kill'd.
Sam.You must be courting wenchesThrough key-holes, CaptainHylas, come and be comforted,The skin is scarce broke.
Tho.O my leg.
Sam.How do ye Sir?
Tho.Oh maim'd for ever with a fall, he's spoil'd too,I see his brains.
Hyl.Away with me for Gods sake,A Surgeon.
Sam.Here's a night indeed.
Hyl.A Surgeon.[Ex. all but Fidler.
EnterMary,and Servant below.
Mary.Go run for help.Tho.Oh.Mary.Run all, and all too little,O cursed beast that hurt him, run, run, flye,He will be dead else.Tho.Oh.Mary.Good friend go you too.Fid.Who pays me for my Musick?Mary.Pox o' your Musick,There's twelve pence for ye.Fid.There's two groats again forsooth,I never take above, and rest ye merry.[Exit.Ma.A grease pot guild your fidle strings: how do you,How is my dear?Tom.Why well I thank ye sweet heart,Shall we walk in, for now there's none to trouble us?Ma.Are ye so crafty, Sir? I shall meet with ye,I knew your trick, and I was willing: myTom,Mine ownTom, now to satisfie thee, welcom, welcom,Welcom my best friend to me, all my dearest.Tom.Now ye are my noble Mistress: we lose time sweet.Ma.I think they are all gone.Tom.All, ye did wisely.Ma.And you as craftily.Tom.We are well met Mistress.Ma.Come, let's goe in then lovingly: O my SkarfTom.I lost it thereabout, find it, and wear itAs your poor Mistress favour.[Exit.Tom.I am made now,I see no venture is in no hand: I have it,How now? the door lock't, and she in before?Am I so trim'd?Ma.One parting word sweetThomas,Though to save your credit, I discharg'd your Fidler,I must not satisfie your folly too Sir,Ye'are subtle, but believe it Fox, I'le find ye,The Surgeons will be here straight, roar again boy,And break thy legs for shame, thou wilt be sport else,Good night.Tom.She saies most true, I must not stay: she has bob'd me,Which if I live, I'le recompence, and shortly,Now for a Ballad to bring me off again.All young men be warn'd by me, how you do goe a wooing.Seek not to climb, for fear ye fall, thereby comes your undoing, &c.
Mary.Go run for help.
Tho.Oh.
Mary.Run all, and all too little,O cursed beast that hurt him, run, run, flye,He will be dead else.
Tho.Oh.
Mary.Good friend go you too.
Fid.Who pays me for my Musick?
Mary.Pox o' your Musick,There's twelve pence for ye.
Fid.There's two groats again forsooth,I never take above, and rest ye merry.[Exit.
Ma.A grease pot guild your fidle strings: how do you,How is my dear?
Tom.Why well I thank ye sweet heart,Shall we walk in, for now there's none to trouble us?
Ma.Are ye so crafty, Sir? I shall meet with ye,I knew your trick, and I was willing: myTom,Mine ownTom, now to satisfie thee, welcom, welcom,Welcom my best friend to me, all my dearest.
Tom.Now ye are my noble Mistress: we lose time sweet.
Ma.I think they are all gone.
Tom.All, ye did wisely.
Ma.And you as craftily.
Tom.We are well met Mistress.
Ma.Come, let's goe in then lovingly: O my SkarfTom.I lost it thereabout, find it, and wear itAs your poor Mistress favour.[Exit.
Tom.I am made now,I see no venture is in no hand: I have it,How now? the door lock't, and she in before?Am I so trim'd?
Ma.One parting word sweetThomas,Though to save your credit, I discharg'd your Fidler,I must not satisfie your folly too Sir,Ye'are subtle, but believe it Fox, I'le find ye,The Surgeons will be here straight, roar again boy,And break thy legs for shame, thou wilt be sport else,Good night.
Tom.She saies most true, I must not stay: she has bob'd me,Which if I live, I'le recompence, and shortly,Now for a Ballad to bring me off again.All young men be warn'd by me, how you do goe a wooing.Seek not to climb, for fear ye fall, thereby comes your undoing, &c.
[Exeunt.