FREDERICK

The Maids they went a milking All in a mystie morning, Down went their milking Pales, Up went their Terry diddle Dales, And all was but a milking, And all was but a milking. Y faith Wenches, are you for employment? Faith want of money Sister is guilty of the sin. Come, supply, supply, or out goes all, I'll spoil your milking business. Come, the Purse gingles, I hear it, For Music with his Silver Knell Rings us all in at the blue Bell. Not I i'faith Sister, I have a Duck of mine own, that I must visit—Tother shilling— Pish, I cannot endure this platring and patch king between Sister and Brother——So, now go your ways and milk, but take heed of churning; our Dairy maid God the toothache with— Umh. This money should have bought Tiffenie and Cob web Lawn, And what a sin had hat been, to nurse Pride, when it may purchase necessary Claret? My Father allows me too little, I find that: And it were not for this good natured Pagan, my Sister, I knew not what to do, unless I should run my head into a common ditie of Hemp, and that I must take up at the Gallows too, or else they wonnot trust me: yet I might have a Bargain of Crock-Butter, if I could get and Heir to be bound for't, your Country Gentlemen have no maw too't; but your Cockney were the only man, for he would take it up, and 'twere but to make Tosts of. Why, I tell thee my Sister is such a Wild Cat, there is not her fellow again in all Germany, and yet thy Sister follows well after; they are a Couple, and so is the Devil and the Hangman, and as good Company: they'le flout any man under the Cope; they would laugh at me, but that they know I care not for't, and put them out with and excellent Trick that I have, called borrow king of Money. Come, bear up man, and drink, look you, here's mine Host come to bid us welcome. How now mine Host, what time of day is't with you, would? Hah mine Host, is't come to that Point? Go thy ways, go sleep, and send thy Dromedaries in with Wine, and Glasses clear as Crystal. What in History, mine Host? Your legs couple ill-favoredly, mine Host. You are welcome Sir. And Italian Sir, I take it. Oh Sir, let not your modesty wrong you, I would you had a Pill to purge Melancholy, Here's a Gentleman much offended with't; Give him a Glass of Claret, you are a Stranger, And he will not refuse you. Let him drink off his Wine, and he'll tell you more. Drink off your Wine, and heel show you how. Did you not drink two, Sir? Prithee mine Host stand aside, thou hast never and eye. Why it's ordinary, get her good will, and lie with her. How think Sir, is not that the Cure? How do you mean, in drink? give me some Wine, I had forgotten my self. Mine Host, I would drink to thee, but thou art not able to pledge me: Therefore here's to thee honest Bluecoat. The fellow ha broken open some Goldsmiths house, and will be hanged: Dost thou know what thou dost? The fellow is mad. Why now you are your self: Yet I'de advise you to go to Court, and see her. Not any. Gentlemen, as I understand my self, I am a Lord, I donnot know, I may be and abused Coxcomb; But howsoever, here are good Tokens of it. Mine Host, what have I chalked in sundry and several times? I'll come to you mine Host when you are sober. Gentlemen, you are for the Court, I am for the Tailors: When next we meet, We will bring hearts as found as our Clothes, sweet. Nay good Sir donnot aggravate a Fault: I know I have been often i'the dirt, (And so ha many a better man then I) Before I was the Dukes Brother; but now I will give no man place at Wall or Kennel. Why Sir, what would you have me do? you shall find I will be capable. Udsfoot, I think my Father thinks I am and Ass: Cannot I led a Lady by the Arm, Hold off my Hat, and dance my Cinque a pace; And after a long story of my silence, Ask how she does? I will satisfy him, He shannot find me to degenerate— By your leave Lady. What Masculine Baboon's this—Lady, I honour you. By that all-killing Eye, that murdering Lip— Oh Madame, donnot so, you'll spoil your painting. By this hand Wench I'll keep touch. Go, you are a Fool, Farewell; Expect me. Sister Duchess, how dost? I thank thee for my Lord ship. I knew thou Wertenberg born to make us all, advance us to the third Region. How does my Brother Duke deal with thee? Dost thou Burgeon? Shall we have Bonfires, and the Bells' rung out, for joy thou hast made and Uncle? How now Julia? what's thy Title? Lady of Honour, and Principal Secretary to my Sister, is't not? who breaks the best Jests now? My Lord; no, my Lady by all means. Let me prove what I will Sister, I'll have all the Court to imitate me: if I had been born a Fool, I wone der what's he would have been wise? Come Wench, be thy self still, and thou shalt be the Miracle of Princes, Have all the wit thy Subjects utter, thine, And drawn together in a Volume, called, The Duchess of Saxony her Apothegms; Which shall put down the Tales of other Nations. Thy Birthday shall be made a Holiday, And crowned with full Cups, and with deep ones too, And I my self will first begin the Health, And bring it up in Germany a Fashion, Oft to salute the Cup, and kiss it sweetly. But where's the Duke my Brother? tired and retired? What O? where lies the Cramp? With that the moody squire thumpt his breast, And reared his eyes to heaven for revenge. Speak sweet Jeronimo. Good both being out, now let us have the Story. Excellent Smirk. One, rhyme more, and I will crown thee Fennar Lawriate. Why this 'tis to be a squire Smirk before your time And your boy to be a Gentleman before you have him. I, those were certain days, but what wut thou do now? But where didst thou leave my father? The Salutation thou meanest. I hope a man may crack your pipkin Pate, And cut your neck of Mutton into Steaks, If you will ot be quiet, you brace of wicker bottles. I and musty ones. Yes, every thing that's troublesome and stinks you are. Oh that the place were not privileged. Why? what wouldst thou do? Why, gramercy Smirk, thou hast instructed me. A my conscience I should now do so. Why? hast thou any thing to do with projects? How? putting down Pigs, pry thy let's hear that? How can that be? pry thy let's understand? This is a very Pretty one and profitable. A most necessary one, and had it been propounded when I was a Lord, it should have had my countenance. Not unlikely. But Smirk, what is your purpose? Then you look for the Lash? Why thou sayest right, and it is manly done, Not to run from, but to meet affliction. Gentlemen what will ye do? will ye come to Court, and be graced by me, will you be Knights or Of ficers, Gentlemen ushers, or of the Bedchambe ? speak what yowl be while I am i'the giving vain, and you are so. You blue Bottle Basket hilt I talk not to you, And th'other two are stupid, now I think on't: Dorilus you were best leave the Court; a man Suspected once, is very seldom found In his heart that suspects him to be found: There you have a touch of my Policy, farewell. Think on't. Whats this? A ring: that i'st and trust me, A very pleasing one unto the eye, Some Lady lost it, for whose sake isle wear it, Until I find a challenger, it may he It lost a purpose and here dropped for me. Am I mad or drunk or the people, both: and blind too I think. For let me come up to them never so near, talk never so loud, gripe them never so hard, they see me not stare and gape, as if I were in the air, and ask, where are you. If we were out of favour, I should never wonder at it, but being Restored, and in greater grace then ever, it somewhat troubles me: sfoot, and a Lord cannot be acknowledged, what will be come of poor Gentlemen: here come a couple, and sober as I take it, I'll try if they have not lost their eyesight. People are blind, thats certain——look how they stare—I donnot think there was ever any such thing in the world as and eye, a seeing eye. I know Tay lors needles have eyes, and Cheeses, but a discerning eye, that's the eye I would encounter with. I will requite your kindness instantly, Will you too Coxcombs never be uncoupled, Who was that then? Marry it was I Sir, One that'le bestow a little pains with you, Well I am lost I see, theres no hope that e ver I shall be seen again of mortals; I walk i'th clouds; But that the other two before these, and before them oh the, could not perceive me, I should think I had with beating made the last pair cast a missed before their own eyes, Iubia and my Lord of mischief with his two Faces Winter and Summer. Ah you old whoremaster is the sign in Scor pio with you. Say you so, I'll master you anon. I'll give you a kiss anon, in your good father the Devils name. You are a villain. You are damned. I will cut your throat. I, your Weasand pipe, your Gullet, this ungodly Gullet. Your best cry out murder. But not so strange as true, I am a witness of it, She has given away her maiden head to the Devil, For and old whoremaster is little better. But as she said it's but a trifle: a cold Commodity A man may buy at some time of the year Like Cucumbers, at any time for a small Ring, A Purse, or a pair of Gloves, for so your country Wenches partly with them, your City for and Apple. Doctor thou droppest. No more, thou shalt him that does cucklod thee. Why but do you hear, shall I be lost thus Will none of you acknowledge me, Julia, Doctor Dorilus. And Frederick by flesh and blood as good as a nigh man or woman would desire, feel me else. And yet perceive no body. Right, but by your leave all is not right; either your eyes are drawn aside, or my body is taken asunder, and nothing left certain of me but a hand and a voice, mass here comes Smirk, I'll try the strength of his eye sighed. Smirk well met. Here. What has he God tro there painting: that it is, since you know me not, I'll bestow a little pains to picture you, that the best friend you have, shall hardly take ac quaintance of you. 'Tis strange you know not me. You should do so, if you would call your self to mind Here man here. Why, but canst thou draw any thing into pro portion? And thou be'st so good a workman, thou shalt draw my Picture. To the light: why, do you perceive me now? Wheres Smirk? Where, come near me, Oh the Ring, the Ring, Give me my Ring again, I find the virtue, Come near me that I may touch thee. Good Gentlemen help me to lay hold of him. Of Smirk. No, he is here, I smell the oily Rascal. Where art thou? So deer I love thee for this piece of knavery that I could kiss thee, prithee let me kiss thee I'll give thee another Ring. Heeres giving and taking as if thei'd both be rid of him. So they are owned, no body calls upon me, nor re guards me, nor to say the truth, I regard nobody: the lose of my invisible Ring has broke my heart, now when I knew the virtue of it, to loose it, and to and idiot, and inno cent, that deserves not to understand the virtue of it, what dainty devices might I have had in every Cham ber of the Court, seen such a Lord kiss such a Lady the wrong way, such a Knight, lie with his Cham bermaid, and his Lady with her Groom, the Usher with the waiting-Gentlewoman, and the page with all. Phœbus himself must a come short of those things, I should aseen, for one invisible Ring would discover another. Prithee appear again. How, who'es that exclaims. Oh sir, now you are visible again. Very suceinct and peremptory. I, marry shalt thou. I am he. But a thump of the guts will. 'Tis excellent; sweet Lady to hear words, Though they want matter, for silence does betray, A bashfulness in man, unmeet for courtiers, For he that has a bold tongue and a free, Can never want affection of Ladies, Nor is it fit he should, for he can keep 'them, Walking at midnight with a tedious tale, And longer 'tis the better, because sleep Being accounted as some use to call it, Death's image, other some his elder brother, By how much we do use it, by so much less, We live in this world and lose time and pleasure, Which both to rich and poor is the chief treasure, Why donnot you talk now. Stratagems are to be allowed, against all and. I'll have Judgement on't. But what's the subject? No matter, Smirks best at a start, his wit is Like your Hackney, all a gallop, to which he says, Utere dili gentiam, nec sis tantus cessator & calcoribus indigeas, which is clawing the Pole, as for example in your Challen her. Smirk goes on smoothly, without any rub, So. If she should that might prove the Brewers fault. Which thou shalt have. Prithee let me give thee a box on the care, for that conceit. Could any man say more. And they are worth his perusal. He has stolen it certainly. Believe it he has said well, Smirk look to your self. What Smirk? welcome, what wind drove thee hither? Fortune my foe why dost thou frown on me, &c. A good voice is a perpetual comfort to a man, he shall be sure he cannot want a Trade. Yonder's Madam Ju liam, and the Italian Doctor administering, they look Like a couple of Tragedians in the fourth Act, out of conntenance. Right Worshipful, Charitable, most Bountiful and well disposed, please you to look upon the Estate of a poor decayed Lord, blown out of the bosom of good Fortune, unto the back side of men's Bounties, from whence a sweet gale of good will may arise to blow me out of the dead sea of want and de spaire, into the happy Haven of good harbour, where I may lie at rest from hunger and cold, bound unto you in the bedroll of benevolence, which howsoever small a pittance it shall be, in this ebb of adversity, it shall be returned Triple to you again in the next tied of pro speritie—Sweet Madame, Why here 'is the right fashion of the world, To turn the backside to a man that has no money? They are gone to wash away grief in salt water, I mean to drown it in good Claret. Oh courteous fortune that hath sennt me a Companion. Smirk, how dost thou chicken? come hold up thy head, And let's see the dismalitie of thy Countenance, The doleful dumps that therein do appear, The Knobbles of adversity and Fate. Hum.— And do we see the golden days again? Does honour once more Court us? then look up. Look up my friends I say, and see your Lord Double and Triple gilded; his happiness Hatched, and inlaid, not to be worn out with TO e. What do you look for? A Jewel, let it be hanged, I'll give you every one Jewels a piece, shall over valve it, There's not a friend I have, but shall have stones, As fair and weighty as the Turk hath any, And Concubines Like him, though not so many. You shall good Doctor, thou art so melancholy. It'll come home. No, the great Devil and you are all one, which shows I am no Devil; for if I were, I durst not thus abuse A pleasant fellow Sir, and one of the noble Sci ence, for look you Sir, ther's a Venie. No Sir no, I am a blunt fellow, & so my weapon; nay I wonnot leave you thus. Yes Sir, I do know you. Let them enter, they shall be answered; Smirk, thou shalt be my Second. Hold bias, and a sentence then. Well said, now thou art in good victuals thou'lt never out. Incomparable Smirk, thou hast my voice: judge meant. I will do so, and wipe your Noses for you. Well Smirk, pray for me, I am a man, but in this world I have small store of money, and therefore can not reward thee as I would, but hold thee, give me thy hand, I can see to take thee by it, ther's a Ring, it'll yield thee somewhat. What dost thou do with this painting Smirk? So it should be, and yet my little Smirk here has conceit, he'll have some flashes. I have sworn not to grant any Suits this week, therefore prithee donnot trouble me——Oh, my Lord, I cry you mercy. Neat and private she shall be, it's fit, Let you and I shake hands, Wisdom and Wit.