FLY

Noble Colonel! No Doctor, yet. A poor professor of ceremony, Here i'the Inn, retainer to the host, I discipline the house. And I say macte, to my Colonel. Quasi magis a cte, My honourable Colonel. A Lady, sweet Sir Glorious! The worshipful host, my atron, M r . Good-stock: A merry Greek, and cants in Latin, comely. Spins Like the parish top. That I can, Sir, And find out very able, fit commanders. In every Tertiam. Pierce, Sir. old Peck. Oh, in and Inn, Sir, we have other horse, Let those troops rest a while. Wine is the horse, That we must charge with here. Here is, too, The blood of Venus, mother o'the Rose! When Chambermaids are sovereigns, wait their Ladi Fly scorns to breath. I told him so, When the guests backs were turned. Which he cannot forget, he says, young Knight: No more then you can other deeds of darkness, Done i'the cellar. When, indeed There's no such matter; not a smell of prouander. Nor any thing i'the rack, but two old cob webs! and so much rotten hay, as had been a hens riest! And you must pray to may be revealed to you, at sometimes, Whose ho ̄ rse you ought to cousin; with what conscience; The how; and when; a Parsons horse may suffer— A little greasing i'the teeth; it's wholesome: And keeps him in a sober shuffle. And, it may be sworn, His learning lay of one side, and so broke it. And therefore it's and office meritorious, To tith such soundly. He shall think he sees his horse eat half a bushel, It may do well: and go for and example: But Cosse, have care of understanding horses, Horses with angry heals, Nobility horses. Horses that know the world; let them have meat Till their teeth ache; and rubbing till their ribs Shine Like a wenches forehead: They are Devils else Will look into your dealings. News, of a newer Lady, A finer, Fresh , braver, bonnier beauty, A very bona-Roba, and a Bouncer! In yellow, glistering, golden Satin. Yes, Sir. Weel toss him, bravely. Till the stuff stink again. I do think, I did, And herd the words, Philip, I take thee, L tice, I gave her too, was then the father Fly, And herd the Priest do his partly, far as five nobles Would led him i'the lines of matrimony. 'th ne stable, He bellied for it, had his velvet sleeves, And his branched cassock, a side sweeping gown, All his for malities, a good crammed divine! I went not far to fetch him, the next Inn, Where he was lodged, for the Actium. Licence of love, I saw no other, and purse, To pay the duties both of Church, and house, The angels flew about. She is set forth in't! rig'd for some employment! Some treaty of state! And smelling o'the Soon reign! And bring him on too. For what, my Lord? And my young Lady too. I must make that good, they are mar ried. You are abused. Why Nurse She'll ? But what's the heinousness of my offence? Or the degrees of wrong you suffered by it? In having your daughter matched thus happily, Into a noble house, a brave young blood, And a prime peer o'the Realm? This is the day. Sir he has the father Of swords, within a long sword; Blade cornish stiled Of Sir Rud Hughdibras. To note him a tall-man, and a Master offence: No, the Greek Master he. Euclid. Sir he minds no moderns, Go by, Hieronymo! The Italian, That played with Abbot Antony, i'the Friars, And Blinkin-sops the bold. He do's it all, by lines, and angles, Colonel. By parallels, and sections, has his Diagrammes! Who is indeed a through fare ofnewes, Jack I g with the broken belly, a witty fellow! Yes, and he told us, Of one that was the Prince of Oranges fencer, Sir the same, had challenged Euclid A thirty weapons more then Archimedes Ere saw; and engines: most of his own Invention: And he was a great Master. He writ a book of the quadrature of the Circle, He will present me himself, Sir, if you will not. Noble Colonel. Why how now Cossen? What ailest thou Cossen Peck? Troth Cossin, You are to blame to use the poor dumb Christians, So cruelly, defraud them o'their dimensum, Yonder's the Colonels horse (there I looked in) Keeping our Ladies Eve! The devil a bit He ha God, sin'e he came in yet! There he stands, And looks and looks, but t'is your pleasure, Cosse, He should look lean enough. Yes, but as gross as hemp, and assoon will choke him, Unless he eat it buttered. H'had four shoes, And good ones, when he came in: It is a wonder, With standing still he should cast three. Cossin Peck, You must use better dealing, faith you must. If you could There were some hope, on you, Cosse. But the fate is You' are drunk so early, you mistake whole Saddles: Sometime a horse. The wine, come Cosse, I'll talk with you anon. Charge, in Boys, in; Lieutenant o'the ordinance. Tobacco, & pipes. Foundered. Prolate it right. Thrice honourable Colonel! Hinges will crack- Fights, and vapours for him So discreetly- And then Call for his Jordan, with that hum and state, As if he pis ed the Politics! Nothing but Music! Take a disiune of muscadel, and eggs! Of some, my Colonel. What's that? Nay pray you be quiet, noble bloods. The Court shall be obeyed. All to be married. Oh no, S r . Dormis, Dormit Patronus, still, the master sleeps. They'll steal to bed. Play the bells, Fiddlers, crack your strings with joy.