CAPTAIN

Come my brave Mermedons, fall on, letyour caps swarm, & your nimble tongues forget your gibrish, of what you lack, and set your mouths open children, till your palates fallen frighted half a fathom passed the cure of bay-salt & gross pepper; and then cry Phy laster, brave Phylaster. Let Phylaster be deep in request, my ding-a dings, mypaire of deer Indentures: King of clubs, the ̄ your cut-wa ter-chamlets, and your painting: let not your hasty silks, dearly be lovers of Custards & Cheesecakes, or your branch cloth of bodkins, or your tyffenies, your robbin-hood scarlet and Johns, tie your of fections in durance to your shops, my dainty duckers, up with your three piled spirits, that rightvalourous, and let your acute colours make the King to feel the measure of your mightiness; Phylaster, cry, myrose nobles, cry. How do you Like this, my Lord prisoner? These are mad boys I can tell you, These be things that will not strike topsail to a Foist, And let a Man of war, and Argosea, Stoop to carry coals. Yes, my pretty Prince of puppets, we do know, and give you gentle warning, you talk no more such bugs words, lest that sod den Crown should be scratched with a musket; deer Prince pip pin, I'll have you coddled, let him lose my spirits, and make a ring with your bills my hearts: Now let me see what this brave man dares do: note sir, have at you with this washing blow, here I lie, do you huff sweet Prince? I could hock your grace, and hang you cross leg'd, Like a Hare at a Poulters stall; and do thus. Hold, I say. Again I say hold. You see, my scurvy Done, how precious you are in esteem a amongst us, had you not been better kept at home, I think you had: must you needs come amongst us, to have your saffron hide tawed as we intend it: My Done, Phylaster must suffer death to satisfy your melancholy spleen, he must my Done, he must; but we your Physicians, hold it fit that you bleed for it: Come my robu sticks, my brave regiment of rattle makers, let's call a common cor nuted counsel, and Like graven Senators, bear up our branched crests, in sitting upon the several tortures we shall put him to, and with as little sense as may be, put your wills in execution. No, rather let's carbinade his codshead, and cut him to col lops: shall I begin? My poroupines of spite, make room I say, that I may salute my brave Prince: and is Prince Phylaster at liberty? Then give me thy Princely goll, which thus I kiss, to whom I crouch and bow; But see my royal spark, this headstrong swarm that follow me humming Like a master Be, have I led forth their Hives, and being on wing, and in our heady flight, have seized him shall suffer for thy wrongs. Hear the Prince, I say, hear Phylaster. Take him to thee brave Prince, and we thy bounty thank fully accept, and will drink thy health, thy perpetual health my Prince, while memory lasts amongst us, we are thy Myrmidons, my Achillis: we are those will follow thee, and in thy service will scour our rusty murins and our bill-bow-blades, most noble Phylaster, we will: Come my rowtists let's retyer till occasion calls us to at tend the nohle Phylaster.