AMINADAB

Come boys, come boys, rehearse your partly And then and prandium tamiam incipe. Que caceris Chartis deseruisse decat, Torn from your book, I'll tear it from your breech, How say you Mistress Virgam, will you suffer Hic puer bone indolu, to tear His Lessons, eaves and Lectures from his book? Oh mus a Mouse, was ever herd the Like? All towards boys, good scholars of their times, The least of these is passed his Accidence, Some at Qui mihi, here's not a boy But he can construe all the Gramer Rules, Said ubi sunt soledes, not yet come: Those tarde vementes, shall be whipped. Ubi est Pikin, where's that lazy knave? He plays the Truant every Saturday: But Mistress Vi Gam, Lady Willowby Shall teach him that Dilucoli surgere, Est saluberrimum, here comes the knave. Hunc ades Pipkin, reach a better rod, Cur tam tarde vemo, speak, where have you been? Is this a time of day to come to school? Ubi finisti, speak, where hast thou been? Is that responsio fitting my demand? Untruss, untruss, nay help him, help him. Not whip you, Quidest gramatica, whats that? Why then dic mihi, speak, where hast thou been? Construe your lesson, pierce it, and vngem Et condemnato, to I'll pardon thee. Propriaabque; maribus tribuuntur Mascula dicas expone, expone. A pretty quaint & new construction. Disertus a desert, amat does love, rostra, roastmeat. Your tres sequntur, and away. Yours S ra to then, and and prandium. By Ju os lip, and thumb It was bonus, bona, bonum. Claudite jam libros pueri sat prate bibistis, Look when you come again, you tell me Ubi fuistis. He that minds trish trash, & will not have care of his rodix, He I will be lish lash, and have a fling at his podix. Salve tu quoabque;, would you speak with me? You are I take it, and let me not lie, For as you know, Mentirinon est meum, Young M. Arthur, quid vis, what will you? Dij boni, boni, 'tis my Love he means, But I will keep it from this Gentleman, And so I hope make trial of my Love. Quando venis aput, I shall have two horns on my Caput. Nuncquam, time never fear, She is unmarried I swear. But if I help you to the deed, Tu vis narrare, how you speed. If my Puellam prove a drab I'll be revenged on both: ambo shall die, Shall die by what, for ego I Have never handled I thank God, Other weapon then a rod: I dare not fight for all my speeches, Said cave, if I take him thus Ego sum expers at untruss. Stand to me bill, and headpiece fit thou close, I hear my Love, my wench, my duck, my deer, Is sought by many suitors, but with this I'll keep the door, and enter he that dare. Virgam be gone, thy twigs I'll turn to steel, These fingers that were expert in the Jerk, In steed of lashing of the trembling podes, Must learn pash and knock, and beat and mall, Cleave pates, and caputs he that enters here Comes on his death, mors mort, is he shall taste. Oh utinam, that he that loves her best Durst offer but to tuch her in this place. Per Jehovah, & Junonem hoc, Shall pash his Coxcomb such a knock, As that his soul his course shall take To Limbo, and Avernus's lake. In vain I watch in this dark hold, Would any living durst my manhood try, And offer to come up the stairs this way. The wench I here watch with my bill, Amo, amas, amavi still. Qui audet let him come that dare, Death, hell, and Limbo be his share. Oh Jove what a qualm is this I feel? I wail in woe, I plunge in pain. Oh that I were at home again. Qui que quod, hence boisterous bill, come gentle Rod. Had not grim Malkin stamped and stared, Aminadab had little cared: Or if in stead of this brown bill, I had kept my mistress Virgam still, And he upon and others back, His points untrust, his breeches slack: My countenance he should not dash, For I am expert in the lash. But my sweet Lass my love does fly, Which shall make me by poison die. Perfidem, I will rid my life, Either by poison, sword, or knife. As in ptesenti, thou loathest the gift I sent thee, Nolo plus tarry but die, for the beauteous marry, Fain would I die by a sword, but what sword shall I die by? Or by a stone, what stone? nullus lapis jacet ibi. Knife I have none to sheath in my breast, or empty my full veins, Here is no wall or post which I can soil within my bruised brains. First will I therefore say 2. or 3. Creeds and Avemaries, And after go buy a poison at the Apothecaries. Oh death come with thy dart, come death when ̄ I bthe Mors vem veni mors, and from this misery rid me. She whom I loved, whom I loved, eve ̄ she my sweet pret Mar Does but flout & mock, & Jest, and dissimulary. Gentiles God save you, Here is a man I have noted oft, most learned in Physic, One man he helped of the Cough, another he healed of the phthisic: And I will board him thus: Salve o Salve Magister. Optatum venis paucis to volo. Attend me sir, I have a simple house, But as the learned Diogenes says In his Epistle to Tertullian, It is extremely troubled with great Rats, I have no mus pusse nor gray eyed Cat To hunt them out. Oh could your learned Art Show me a means how I might poison them: TO S dum suus, sir Aminadab. Minime quidem, here's that you say will take them? A thousand thanks sweet sir, I say to you As Tully in his Aesop's Fables said, Ag tibi gratias, so farewell, vale. This poison shall by force expel, Amorem love, Infernum hell. Per hoc venenum ego I, For my sweet lovely Lass will die. In nomine domine, friends farewell: I know death comes here's such a smell. Pater & mater, father and mother, Frater & soror, sister and brother, And my sweet Marry, not these drug, Do send me to the Infernal bugs, But thy unkindness, so adieu, Hobgoblins now I come to you. Oh tace queso, do not name This frantic deed of mine for shame: My sweet magister not a word, I'll neither drown me in a ford Nor give my neck such a scope, To embrace it with a hempen rope; I'll die no way till nature will me, And death come with his dart and kill me. If what is passed you will conceal, And nothing to the world reveal, Nay as Quintillian said of yore, I'll strive to kill my self no more. No in sooth, I'll try the sharpness of my tooth, In steed of poison, I will eat Rabets, Capons, and such meat: And so as Pithagor as says, With wholesome fare prolong my days. But Sir will Mistress Mall be there? Then my spirit becomes stronger, And I will live and stretch longer: For Ovid said, and did not lie, That poisoned men do often die. But poison henceforth I'll not eat, While I can other victuals get: To morrow if you make a feast, Be sure sir I will be your guest. But keep my counsel, vale tu, And till to morrow sir adieu: At your Table I will prove If I can eat away my love. Salvete omnes, and good day To all at once, as I may say, First Master Justice, next old Arthur, That gives me pension by the quarter: To my good Mistress, and the rest, That are the founders of this feast. In brief I speak to omnes all, That to their meat intend to fallen. Mum not a word, Pax vobis, peace: Come gentiles I'll be of this mess. Sir that will I. Gloriam deo, sirs proface, Attend me now while I say grace. For bred and salt, for grapes and malt, For flesh and fish, and every dish: Mutton and beef, of all meats chief: For Cow-heels, chitterlings, tripes and souse, And other meat thats in the house: For racks, for breasts, for legs, for loins, For pies with raisons, and with proines: For fritters, pancakes, and for frays, For venison pasties and minct pies: Sheehead and garlic, brawn and mustard, Wafers, spiced cakes, tart and custard, For capons, rabets, pigs and geese, For apples, caraways and cheese: For all these and many more, Benidicanus domino. Hunc ades Pipkin. Adsum. Quot Casus sunt, how many Cases are there? Well answered a great many, there are six, Six a great many, 'tis well answered, And which be they? How say you Lady to him you last did lie by? All this is no more prebibo tibi. Ecce quam bonum & quam iucundum, Est habitare featres in unum. What rising Gentles, keep your places, I'll close up your stomachs with a grace. Oh Domine & Chare puter, That givest us wine in stead of water, And from the Pond and River clear, Makest nappy Ale and good March Beer, That sendest us sundry sorts of meat, And every thing we drink or eat, To maids, to wives, to boys, to men, Laus Deo sancte Amen. Propimus ego sum, I'll be the next, And man you home, how say you Lady? Mane Citus lectum fuge mollem discute somnum, Templa pet as supplex & venerarum deum. Shake off thy sleep, get up betimes, go to the church and pray, And never fear, God will thee hear, & keep thee all the day. Good counsel boys, observe it, mark it well, This early rising, this diliculo, Is good both for your bodies and your minds. 'Tis not yet day, give me my Tinderbox, Mean time unloose your satchels & your books, Draw, draw, and take you to your lessons boys. In the white sheet my boy, Dic ubi, where? Oh Domine, Domine, keep us from evil, A charm from flesh, the world, & the devil. Oh Domine, what mean these knaves, To led me thus with bills and glaues? Oh what example would it be, To all my pupils for to see, To tread their steps all after me: If for some fault I hanged be: Somewhat surely I shall mar, If you bring me to the bar. But peace, betake thee to thy wits, For yonder Justice Reason sits. Hei mihi, what should I say, the poison give ̄ I denay: He took it perforce from ̄ my hands, and domine why not I God it of a gentleman, he most frecly gave it, Ask he knew me, a means was only to have it. A man verbosus, that was a fine generosus, He was a great guller, his name I take to be Fuller: See where he stands that unto my hands conueyeda powder, And Like a knave sen her to her graven obscurely to shroud her. That egonescio, but this dram Received I of this gentleman. The colour was to kill my Rats, But it my own life to dispatch. And that same powder, even that idem, You took from me the same per sidem: Entreat; fie, no sweet Lass command. Sic so nunc, now take the upper hand.