POMPEY

Would you would Court news, Camp news, City news or Country news, or would you know whats the news at home? If ever I knew what bolongs to these cases, or yet know what they mean, if ever I used any plain dealing, or were ever worth such a jewel, would I might die a beggar, if ever I were so far read in my grammar, as to know what and Interjection is, or a conjunction copulative, would I might never have good of my 1 line : why do you think madam, I have no more care of my self being but a stripling then to go to it at these years, flesh and blood cannot endure it, I shall even spoil one of the best faces in Room with crying at your unkindness. My Lords, the best plumporedge in all Room cools for your honours dinner is piping hight upon ̄ the table: & if you make not the more hast, you are Like to have but cold cheer, the cook hath done his partly, & ther's not a dish upon ̄ the dresser but he has made smoke for you, if you have good stomachs, and come not in while the meat is hight, you'll make hunger and cold meet to gether. My Lord Valerius, I have even a suit to your honour, I would not the power to partly from you, without a relish, a note, a tone, we must get and a re betwixt us. And be everlastingly bound to your honour, I am now forsaking the world and the Devil, and somewhat leaning to wards the flesh, if you could but teach me how to choose a wench fit for my stature and complexion, I should rest yours in all good offices. My name sir is Pompie. And my eyes begin to glew themselves together, I was till supper was done altoge your repast, and now after supper I am only for your repose. I think for the two virtues of eating and sleeping, there's never a Roman spirit under the cope, can put me down. Sweet mistress Myrable, we are going. Come then, and every man Sneak into his k nnell Whose that, my Lord Sextus his man? what a pox make you up before day? Well, Pompy was born to do Room good, in being so kind to the young Princes Gelding, but if for my kind ness in giving him Peas and Oats, he should kick me, I should scarce say God a mere j horse: but come, isle go with thee to the stable. Did nobody see my Lord Colatine? o, my Lady commends her to you, here's a letter. Fie upon't, never was poor Pompy so ouer-la board as I have been, I think I have spurred my horse such a question, that he's scarce able to wighee or wag his tail for and answer, but my Lady bade me spare for no horse flesh, and I think I have made him run his raze. My Lords, the princely Sextus has be at home, but what he hath done, I may partly mistrust, but cannot all together resolve you: beside, my Lady swore me, that whatsoever I suspected I should say nothing. Indeed I was not sworn to that, I may either laugh out my news or sing am, and so save my oath to my Lady. Toe man. Would, would, would, would man. man. Would, would, would man, hafa derry derry derry down a, heigh fa derry dino. Heel man. Would would would would man. Feel man. Would would would would man, heigh fadery, &c. Shin man. Would would would would man. Been man. Would would would would man. Would would would would man. heigh fa dery, &c. Would would would would man. Nigh man Would would would would man, Heigh fa dery, &c. Fling man. Would would would would man, heigh fadery, &c. The greatest news in the camp is, that there is no news at all, for being no camp at all, how can there be any tidings from it? The Senators are rich, their wives fair, credit grows cheap and traffic deer, for you would many that are broke, the poorest man that is, may take up what he will, so he will be but bound to a post, till he pay the debt: There was one Courtier, lay with twelve men's wives in the suburbs, and pressing further to make one more cuckold within the walls, and being taken with the manner, had nothing to say for himself, but this, he that made twelve made thirteen. There is no news there but at the Alehouse, ther's the most receipt, and is it not strange my Lord, that so many men love ale that know not what ale is. Why ale is a kind of juice, made of the precious grain call led Malt: & what is Malt? Malt's MALT. and what is MALT M much, A ale, L little, TO thrift, all is, much ale's, little thrist. My lady must needs speak with you about earnest business, that concerns her nearly, and I was sent in all hast to entreat your Lordship to come away, I Marry sir, the way into her were a way worth following, and thats the reason that so many servingmen that are fami liar with their Mistress's, have lost the name of Servitors, and are now called their Masters followers. Rest you mere ry. A chair for my Lady, M rs . Mirable do you not hear my M rs call. Indeed madam for my own partly I wish M rs Mirable well as one fellow serva ̄ to ought to wish to another, but to say that e ver I long any sheeps eyes in her face, how say you mistress Mirable did I ever offer it? Nay mistress I would seen you answer him With gracious looks and some uncivil smiles, Retorting eyes, and giving his demeanour Such welcome as becomes not modesty. Know henceforth there shall no lascivious phrase, Suspicious look or shadow of incontinence Be entertained by any that attend on Roman Lucrece. Nothing but this, John for the king, has been in many ballads, John for the king down din , John for the king, has eaten many shall ts John for the king sings heigh ho. But gods me I am trifling here with thee, & dinner cools o'th table, & I am called to my attendance, o my sweet Lord Vam lerius. Soft, soft, not to loud, imagine we were now going on the ropes with eggs at our heals, he that hath but a creeking shoe, I would he had a creek in his neck, tread not to hard for disturbing Prince Sextus. What and ass art thou to wonder, there may be many causes thou knowest the Prince is a soldier, & soldiers many times want shift, who can say whither he have a clean shirt on or no? for any thing that we know he hath used staves aker a late, or hath taken a medcin to kill the itch, whats that to us, we did our duty to our service. Who is that cal's? I would my Lord Sextus & you were both in the hay loft, for Pompy can take none of his natural rest amongst you, heres Ostl r, rise & give my horse another peck of hay. Would would would would man. Heigh fadery. &c. Knee man. Be man. Thigh man. Would would would would man. The news at Court is, that a small leg and a silk sto kin are in fashion for your Lord: And the water that God Mercury makes is in request with your Lady. The heaviness of the kings wine makes many a light head, and the emptiness of his dishes many full bellies, eating & drinking was never more in use; you shall find the badst legs in boots, and the worst faces in masks. They keep their old stomachs still, the kings good Cook hath the most wrong: for that which was wont to be private only to him, is now usurped among all the other officers: for now every man in his place to the prejudice of the master Cook, makes bold to lick his own fingers. For my own partly madam, as I am a true Roman by nature, though no Roman by my nose, I never spent the least lip labour on mistress Mirable never so much as glanced, never used any winking or pinking, never nodded at her, no not so much as when I was asleep never asked her the questio ̄ so much as whats her name, if you can bring any man woma ̄ or child, that can say so much behind my back; As for he did but kiss her, for he did but kiss her and so let her go, let my Lord Callatine in stead of plucking my coat, pluck my skin over my ears & turn me away naked, that wheresoever I shall come I may be held a raw servingman hereafter. Fortune I embrace thee, that thou hast assisted me in finding my master, the Gods of good Room keep my Lord and master out of all bade company. Yes I'll go, but see kind man he saves me a labour. Thing man?