TENACITY

By gogs boars, these old stumps are stark tired. Chaue here round about for life conquered, Where any posting nags were to be hired, And can get none, would they were all vyred. Cham come too late for money, I hold a penny, Suitors to Vortune there are so many; And all for money, chill gage a round sum: Money's gone before Tenacity come: Then am I dressed even to my utter shame: A fool returned, Like as a fool I came. Cham sure chaue come, vorty miles and twenty, With all these bags you see, and wallets empty: But when chaue sued to Vortune vine and deynty, Ich hope to will them up with money plenty: But here is one of whom ich will conquire, Whilk way I might attain to my desire. God speed, my zonne. Nay, burr lady zonne, ich can make no haste: Warrant I may say to thee, cham tired clean. To a goodly Lady, whom they call her, Vortune. For money, zonne, but iche veare I come too late. Chil speak her vaire, chill make low curtsy. Burr Lady, zonne, zest true, there lies the matter. Chil make some friend. Some man of hers that near her does attend. Ich know not, chud that vnqueere of thee: And therefore if thou knowest, tell it me. Poor men, deer zonne, must crave of courtesy: Get I once money, thou shalt rewarded be. And where is a? But where? Is this? Ah goodly Lord, how gay it is! Now hope I sure of money not to miss. So law, my zonne, ich will go rest my self a while, And come again. This is mine old Inn, here chill knock. Holla ho. Lodging. How so? Let me yet have some room for mine ass. Mine Host, God speed: how do you? Take in, Ostler. Well, since I see there is none other boot, Chill now take pains to go the rest afoot: For Brock mine Ass is saddle-pincht vull soar, And so am I, even here: chill say no more. But yet I must my business well apply, For which ich came, that is, to get money. Chos told that this is Lady Vortunes place: Chil go boldly to her, that's a vlat case; Warrant if I speed not now at this first glance, Cham zure to be dashed quite our of countenance By certain lusty gallone lads hereby, Seeking Vortunes favour as well as I. O knew I where to find Mast Fanity, Vortunes servant. Of mine honesty, Look where he comes in time as fine and trim, As if I held him all this while by the chin. Marry sir, cham now come for money. Yoo by gisse, sir, 'tis high time I vore you, Cham averd another will ha'te afore me. Marry sir, they call him Mast Prodigality. Cham vore thee, son, do rid me quickly hence, Chill give thee a vaire piece of threehalpence. Here's my hand. Cocks , 'tis Prodigality, 'tis he I did fear. Cham afraid I may go whistle now for money. By gogs flesh and his flounders, sir, I hope the Queens highway is free for every man, for thee as me, for me as thee, for poor Tenacity, as for proud Prodigality; chill go in the Queens peace about my business. Yea. To Vortune my mustrisse. That's no matter to you. And thou'dst so vain know, chogoe for money. I am your old acquaintance, sir, remember me. Sweet mustrisse, grant to poor Tenacity, The keeping of this golden darling money: Chill vow to thee, so long as life shall dure, Under strong lock and key, chil keep him & sure, Well, though my singing be but homely, Chill sing and spring to, chud loose money. While thou dost spend with friend and foe, At home I hold the plough by'th tail: I dig, I delve, I zet, I zow, I mow, I reap, I ply my flail. A pair of dice is thy delight, Thou livest for most partly by the spoil: I truly labour day and night, To get my living by my toil: Chill therefore sure, this issue make, The best deserver draw the stake. Nay, by my father's soul, friend, now chaue one begun, Lett'ym too't, I pass not when I done. To Prodigality? ah poor Money, I pity thee; Continual unrest must be thy destiny: Each day, each hour, yea, every minute tossed, Like to a tennis ball, from pillar to post. And is there then no other remedy? Must poor Tenacity put up the injury? When will it come, trow ye? And I wist that, chud the more quietly depart, And keep therewhile a hungry hoping heart. How sayest thou vrend Fanitie? Then varewell to all at once. God speed, Mast Fanitie. Sur, cham come once again warrant money. How so man? Hoh, hoh, ho, ho, dost thou veare, that friend Fanitie? Shalt not needs man, chill keep him safe, I warrant thee. O that chad him in my clouches, shouldst see I tro, Whither chud keep him vast and safe or no. I pray thee, good sweet Mast Fanitie, Speak one good word for poor Tenacity. Do my wives Bees at home, thinkest thou, love honey? Chud chud, chud, chud. Chud do no harm at all. Gods vast, man, yea chill do it, chill do it. Now good soot, honey, vaire, golden mustresse, Let poor Tenacity taste of thy goodness: Thee I honour, thee I serve, thee I reverence, And in thy help, I put my whole confidence. Let Prodigality go to the gallows tree: Why man, he and I are clean contrary? I chill coll thee, chill cusse thee. Chill save thee, chill spare thee, chill keep thee from uva sting. O, my sweating, my darling, my chewel, my joy. My pleasure, my treasure, mine own pretty boy. O, forbid me not to kiss my sweet Money. Varewell, Vortune: and Vortune, I thank thee always. Come on, surra, chill make you vast, bum vay. Warrant veare of robbing by the high way. La, , fa, solemnizing, fa, solemnizing, mi, fa, re, mi. Shals be sped now at length trow you?