MILES

Faith sir trading as other knaves do! sir yonders the Tailor the Weaver, and I the Miller. And what then sir? Under correction sir put me a Justice of peace, and Official, and under Sherriffe into a bag. Why, and they will not come out, let em'tarry their Like knaves as they are. Sir heres two more appears! th'one is mad Ball old Huffus man, tho'ther may be a knave in grain for any thing I know i'm sure he's much given to colours he's a Painter stainer. Mistress Ursula, 'tis not unknown that I have loved you; if I die, it shall be for your sake, and it shall be valiantly; I leave and handkercher with you, 'tis wrought with blue coven try; let me not at my return fallen to my old song, she had a clout of mine sow de with blue coventry, and so hang my self at your infidelity; desiring Jove to bless you from better for tunes I leave you. Not so much time Io! as a thief has at Nottingham Gallows. No Io! nothing but downright blows, just as you fell Oaks, or kill Oxen. I Io, as thick as hail a man may hit his own father. Ty her behind, then if thou runnest she may save thee. It must be in's drink then, else he's none o'th right brothers; I thought so for a man may smell their footing's As far as a fitchers; Fellow Bateman farewell commend me to my old wind mill at Rudington, o the Mooter dish, the Millers thumb and the maid behind the Hopper? tell mistress Ursula I fight for her sake, and will live as long as I can die when I can no longer live, yet will love her in spite of her heart, in stead of nutmegs, and ginger, I send her the three bawbees I God at Dundee. I will fly on her at my return with the verses out of new Hero, and Leander, o Ursula, Ursula pity me with a dildo, dildo, dillory? Shoot shoot. By'th mass a pretty boot halling, handsome pagies each one take one, and examine the prickers? And what are you pretty morsel. Why shouldst thou hang thy Cat? Sweet Io. consider thy Cat is thy Countryman, Knowing the proverb too, Cat after Kind. Then shall thy zeal be proclaimed, for hanging thy Cat on Monday for killing a Mouse on Sunday. Absurd! absurd! thei'le be out in turning up the white of the eyes, beside, ther's none of us can speak i'th nose. Most abominable! wouldst thou have a Puritan speak to a Play; a Puppet Play! thou oughtest to be burned for thy heretical conceit, why thou poisoned sowter, wouldst thou have a Puritan speak to a Play? still give me the hobbyhorse. I hope, I look, as Like a hobbyhorse as Master Major I have not lived to these years, but a man wooed think I should be old enough, and wise enough, to play the hobbyhorse, as well as ever a Major on'em all; Let the Major play the hobbyhorse among his bre theren, and he will; I hope our Town Lads cannot want a hobbyhorse, have I practiced my Reins my Carree'res, my Pranckers, my Ambles, my false Trotts, my smooth Ambles, and Canterbury Paces, and shall Master Major put me beside the hobbyhorse? I am and ass if I do not; have I borrowed the before Horse Bells' his Plumes, and braveries, nay had his mane new shorn, and frizzled, and shall the Major put me beside the hobbyhorse? let him hobbyhorse at home, and he will! Wooed it not make a man impatient; am I not going to buy ribbons, and toys of sweet Ursula for the Marian, and shall not I play the hobbyhorse? Disgraceful, am not I able to make a narration to the Prince, I have played a Major in my time, with as good dacity as ever a hobbyhorse on'em all; and the Major will prompt me, let him, he shall find, i'll stand out Like a man of Counterfeit ventry. Not know of it by any means, he'll keep more stir with the hobbyhorse, then he did with the Pipers at Tedbury Bull-running; provide thou for the Dragon, and leave me for a hobbyhorse. I Mistress Ursula, a very merry lamentable doleful new Ditty of young Bateman, and his Nan; that ever poor young gentleman should die Like a bird on a Tree, for the love to a woman—for here it is in the third staff. Her Hair was Like the crisped Gold Of't times you may perceive, The fairest face, the falsest heart, And soonest will deceive. Mistress Ursula I give you this as a caution to remember Bore man, and his sweet, your cozen, look on me, and view your self were it not pity I should hang my self for love; and that you should die none knows how? Why Ursula, Niece Ursula. Will he not strike? Why Ursula, Niece Ursula: Would, would, no fool to th'old one, he takes me for a Ghost; O, ho, Master Boot, Master Boot. I, and hearing, and seeing too; and you'll let me alone i'll tell you what I am; alas sir I'm no Ghost, I am plain honest Miles the Miller of Ruddington; a gentleman and a Soldier, Alas sir to borrow a few ribbands, bracelets, earrings wyertyers, and silk girdles, and handkerchers for a Morris, and a show before the Queen. O Lord sir; I came to furnish the hobbyhorse. Yes Io: they do. Thy colours, Io. were better bestowed on course wait king women Madam Makeroones that fell paintings, and stop holes with plaster of Paris. And I a thundering S to . George as ever road on horse back, but see younders sweet Ursula, more white then soot, and blacker then white Snow. It's but a jades trick Mistress Ursula; but patience the enemy to greatness is my content, and in that humour I will forage on Like the hobbyhorse. You dainty Dams so finely deked In beauty's to behold, And you that trip it up, and down Like Lambs in Cupid's fouled, Not far from Nottingham of late, In Clifton, as I hear There dwelled a fair, and comely dame, For beauty without peer.