CANCRONE

I thin e we are upon the shallow Nay by your leave 'twas I that smelled it, for I am sure my nose kissed it. A rope stretch all such bo tle-head botemen, had it been my lot to have be Master at sea as it's yours, we had near taken such a journey in such a flyboat, such a sows-eare, such and eggshell. Its a true she boot I warrant she leaks brackish all the year long. Will you scale the fish sir, will you bring forth the nets sir, will you spread them upon the rocks sir you are at my demand Sir upon the land, we'll be known in our place ( Scrocca drinks) is that your laving. I and thou thy self for company; faith we were almost in Thetis powdering tub, but now Scrocca lets off with our liquour: Sirrah half to this blew-beard Neptune, but he gets not one drop on't. So me thinks my brain is somewhat warmer now my wirt gear's on. Let Neptune rage and roar and foam For now Concrone's safe at home. Let Neptune rage and roar and foam For now Concrone's safe at home. Why Scrocca is it such a matter for a waterman to be a poet now a days? So: it's coming I have it Scrocca. Here lies Cancrones grandsire, who sans boat. Sands wind, sans seas sailed down the Cyclops throat. Mass thou sayest true, but all our late writers be gin so. Yes I care not if I do, for I shall never be well till I have God the chimney corner over my head. Farewell you rocks and seas, I think yee'l sh w it That Sicily affords a water-Poet Farewell you rocks and seas, I think yee'l sh w it That Sicily affords a water-Poet Me thought, we were at land vile soon. That did belong to thy water oh fice to mark, But sure it stood straight before a little o'th' on side, Right upon the left, and then it left, the right, And turned west by East, and then stood still North, North, By South. I Like thy reasons wondrous well it is her rock and her distaff too. She with her hisking white wand, has given this rock a box oh ̄ the ear , & set it one the other side of the country Oh the York the huge huntie, punty. I tell thee Sirocca we have not scaped him, he has eat us up Ah Sirocca I would this Oh rke were in Neptune's belly, that will suffer such a worm to live in his dominions, I am a very macherell if the very name be not worse to me then, three nights cold fishing. Good now Conchyli do not the Norke What old Cancr ne ? I am orry for your chance The best that I advise you is hat you r turn round about the Cape presently before the Oh ke smell you (if he were within twelve score he might wind them) foh. Nay I shall be devoured. If I could do so I might save the York a labour, that Will be done to my hand I know I shall be devoured. Why my grandsire was deflourd, and they say deflowering goes in a blood. Oh woe shipfull water-wight. Oh Glaucus Mother. W e are all made, I unde stood you sir, but I did not know your meaning. Manners lack this is a land voyage, I am master. I know your errand but I prithee tell me Fredocaldoe How is't possible that all the bellows in loves father's shop Should kindle any fire in such a frost? I but does not his ghost walk thereabouts? within. On afo e, I'll follow hintly fintly, by the hobnails of Neptun horseshoes— Seest not I am busified? dost thou think a man can but tun his coat and talk all at once? Thus Atyches killed him alive, and we killed him dead. My old S aly slimy gaberdine? why, if I should fish in that, every fin would smell me. Muddy Scrocca, canst thou not perceive Cancrones inside by his new outside? my old York apparel, my pitch patch poledauies had no good perfume for a sweet lover, as I now must be: but why a lover? because I mean to kill the next York hand to hand; for my Master's sisters sweetheart Ataches, because a lover, therefore and Orkekiller. Fish me no fishing: I'm all for flesh. Therefore thou blue-beard Neptune, and thou trumphing Triton, and thou watchet jacket Gl ucus, Dau us, Maucus, and all the rest of the salt fish gods, I denounce you all, and for your formable farewell, I do here reach forth to your dropping drivelling deities my love warm hand to kiss. So, have you done? Fie flapmouth. Conchylio spits inns hand. Triton, thou beslauerest me. Nothing but Venus smock or Cupid's wing shall wipe it dry; surmount thy wagging wanton wing to me, God Cupid. Me thinks I am grown very eloquent already; thanks sweet love; Oh now for my master Perindus, he has a fine cross cut with's arms, and yet that York-catcher Ataches has a pesslence carriage on's pate: the Nymphs beleare him partly: so, so, so. Now Cupid do I come to thee, To thee, upon my barehead knee: Knee never barehead yet before, Before it begged at thy door. Now Cupid do I come to thee, To thee, upon my barehead knee: Knee never barehead yet before, Before it begged at thy door. Ah Scrocca, thou hast corrupted the goodest verse! I was making my supplantation to Trusty Triton for good luck, and see if he have not herd me: our nets are returned. Yes I warrant you, I'll peradventure my person in a Cockboat. Go foist if you will, the burned child dreads the water, and good men are scanty, make much of one, Cancrone. Yes, I'll fish on land for mermaids. Exit. This dogfish had almost put me out of my l ue-lesson. Now to thee again, courteous Cupid. All sunk and soused I soppy love, Cupid for thy mother's dove Help. Enter Con hylio in Cupid's habit. Be'st thou Cupid ? thou art vile Like our Conchylio. I have a suit to your godship. I am in love as they say, but I cannot tell whom to be in love withal. Me thinks that Boberdil sounds Like a fine playfellow for me. Make water in my mouth? thats Urina, I'll none of her, she's too high coloured. I, but will you throw forth a good word for me? What be they? my chops would feign be champing them. Tize, zize, thize. I shall never hit that. Pretty. Do I look Like a crab? I had rather go forward to a Nymph. It mu to be the right foot: and then see to thou this myrtle tree? all my arrows are made of the wood of it, thou must in her sighed get up and gather the highest bough of it. Then I'll throw it at her, & come down to her, shall I not Nay I and take it, if you put it to me. I die, I cry, I lie. I would have her lie, but not die, but will you make her come indeed? Nay it's no such matter for clothes, but what must I say? I had almost forgotten it. Let me see: backward? Barelegge? Cockleshell? Boughs? The town's ours. I no triumph I no triumph To all I speak, but I tell no man, Whither I love Nymph or woman. I think she knew my cue, The charm begins to work already. Somewhat rude if you will, but innocent in your face. Now to Cupid's arrow tree, and she sinks downright condoling; Cosma, I have pity on thee, but it beseems a man of my confession, to have a negligent care of his good repara cion abroad in the world and elsewhere; I would be loath to be seen in my love-work, i'll mount the tree and scry the coast. He goes up the tree. Oh ho, here's bundance of people, bundance a lookers on, I dare not love thee before them all, we'll into the myrtle grove present. Stand forth Cosma, and say on till thou come to that, I cry, I die, I lie. Ah cursed Cupid i'll no more of thy service, I had ra there fight with nine Orkes, would, hei, au. Nay, I know of old I should be devoured. Good Charon carry me over gently, my bones are soar, and your boat side so hard. I tell thee Charon, I have nothing to give thee for ferri age, i'll help to row, I have been a poor fisher while I lived Am I alive indeed? me thought this leg hung out of Charon's boat i'th' water, did I tie the Work there; Cancro Come captain, let's go triumphing to the temple. rises up. Is he safe? i'll make side-slops on him. I lay studying how to deal with him upon equal terms: come if thou Dam rest, thou sea-bred brat of Polyphemes sine, you that would lick your lips at sweet fishers blood! sweet fishers blood! mark that Cosma : I hope you think so too. No, it shall never be said that I was the undoing of any man by net-making, and beside, I have forsworn the mud e trade. Me thought, when I was on the tree his breath smel of fish, my stomach even foamed at him. Now then, sir Bompelo, as that York mouth of thine did crumb thy por idge with my grandsires brains, and then gave him his death's wound too, so will I first mince out thy scald-pate bones, and give thy flesh to a fishers boy for haddocks meat, & then, Oh that n I will ge worser thee, that thou never shalt run rutting after the Nymphs. How likest thou this That same Fool shes had polecat head, I eane to mitigate him: he was something, as it uva e about branding a huge stone in a cave, in a goat skin with Polypheme when the firebrand was asleep. I'll blow the coal while you take your , but will your farginity hold him fast? Rant tara, rant taunt: & Cancrone falls, and his dagger from him in the Cyclops reach. I shall make you stumble, let me Come hindermost. It's no matter, he'll hardly make it fly out of the Eel skin, it hath seen no sun this five quarters of a year I am sure. Oh Cosma, it's out, let us out too. Ah Scrocca, thou hast often herd me say, it would be my luck to be devoured; and to tell thee true, I ever feared those Cyclops most; I never had any mind to them. That would never have angered me, thou knowest we have fed upon fish this many year, and for us to have made them one merry meal, had been but the sign of a thankful nam ure, but ah those C clops, clops, clops. Scro Can, I cannot digest them. And yet I care not much if I were sure to be eaten up by that Cyclops that ate up my grandsire, for then I might have some hope to see the good old man once again before I die. Me thinks I see how busy Rimronce will be about me: he surely will be upon my back, for my being upon his, a while a go. I have no mind to climb these Mountains, I begin to be short-winded already, I shall never hold out; had I thought it would have come to this, I would have be vilely tempted to would let my Master drown quickly. Uds fish, old Master, where have you been this 20 years and more; Safe enough I warrant you, get's leave of the Priest, master, and we'll go fetch him. Oh, he had supped a bundance of ait porri ge! Master, master, master. Exit Tyrinchus. Nay if you go too, then farewell all, Farewell you rocks, farewell to thee Oh love, You lovely rocks, you hard and rocky love. Nay I shall turn swain presently and sing my final song. I for you, had not you cus'd Glaucilla, she had not be condemned: if she had not been condemned, Perindus would not have died for her: if he would not have died for her, he had not fallen from the rock: had he not fallen from the rock, we had not saved him: if we had not saved him, we had not been bound: were we not bound, we would show a fair pair of heals, I prithee Mr Priest, let me crave one favour; that I may would e and Epitaph for me in Neptune's church porch, I'll never go farther. Nay, 'tis soon done, I'll trouble never a poet of them all, I have it already. Cancrone valorous and kind, where art thou? Cancrone too kind and valorous to live, Ingulft in Cyclops guts. Readers, why start you? His life for his master he did freely give. Cancrone valorous and kind, where art thou? Cancrone too kind and valorous to live, Ingulft in Cyclops guts. Readers, why start you? His life for his master he did freely give. Ungrateful Sicily that wantest his bones, Instead of members keeping his memory in stones. Short and sweet, M r Priest. But when we sail down the Cyclops throat, I'll gium you the preeminence. Exeunt. Would brave Judge, now Mistress mine, I must confess. I and many a fools babble too, I warrant the . Sweet heart, shall we go to bed? Morning? 'tis night. Why that's a candle or the moon, I prithee let's go to bed Nay, all the play's done, gentles, you may go I have another play within to do. Riddle me, Riddle me, what's that? My play is work enough; my w rke is play, I see to work i'th' night, and rest 'ith' day: Since then my play and work is all but one, Well may my play begin, now yours is done. Ah Scrocca I prithee do not ming my grandsire, thou'lt spoil my poetry presently; those hungry side slops; they eat him up crust and crumb, and then killed him too and that which grieves me most: he never sent me word who it was that bit of's head, yet faith, one draught more and have at him. Look into my poll, canst thou not perceive by the continued lour of my brains that I have unlaced her knave y? thou knowest Ci ces is a plaguy with changed. Sail ther's your office Scrocca, you must go: