BABULO

Old Master heeres a morning able to make us work tooth and nail (marry then we must have victuals) the Sun hath played Boe peep in the element any time these two hours, as I do some morning's when ̄ you call: what Babulo say you: here Master say I and then this eye opens, yet done is the mouse, lis still: what Babulo says Grissil, anon say I, and then this eye looks up, yet down I snug again: what Babu lo say you again, and then I start up, and see the Sun, and then sneeze, and then shake mine ears, and then rise, and then get my breakfast, and then fall to work, and then wash my hands, and by this time I am ready: here's your basket, and Grissil I here's yours. God send me good luck Master. God forgive me, I think I shall not eat a peck of salt: I shall not live long sure, I should be a rich man by right, for they never do good deeds, but when they see they must die, and I have now a mon strous stomach to work, because I think I shall not live long. I'll hamper some body if I die, because I am a basket maker. Exit. Yes three things: Age, wisdom, & basket ma kers A trade, a trade, follow basketmaking, leave books and turn block head. Silence is a virtue, marry 'tis a dumb virtue: I love virtue that speaks, and has a long tongue Like a belweather, to lead other virtues after: if he be a Prince, I hope he is not Prince over my tongue, snails, where before come all these: Master heeres not fish enough for us, Sirrah Griselda the fire burns out. How, my love: master a word to y e wise, scillicet me my love. Babulo Sir is my name Its hard sir for this motley Jerkin, to find friend ship with this fine doublet. You may be ashamed to lay such knavish burden upon old ages shoulders: but I see they are stooping a little, all cry down with him: He shall not bring me sir, isle carry my self. Thats all one sir, beggars are fit for beggars, ge ̄ tle folks for ge ̄ tlefolkes: I am afraid y to this woe ̄ der of y e rich leving y e poor, will last but mine days: old M bid this mere rye gentlema ̄ home to dinner, you shall have a good dish of fish sir: & thank him for his good will to your daughter Gris. for isle be would ̄ gd if he do not (as many rich cogging marcha ̄ ts) now adais do when they have God what they would, give her the bells, let her fly. I, I, y'eare best take me up for your foul: are not you he, that came speaking so? to Griselda here, do you remember how I knocked you once for offering to have a lick at her lips. Why do, and isle knock you as often as you list. Boy how sits my rapier: la solemnizing la solemnizing. &c. Some of them deserve to hang upon a beam for that euennes, boy learn to give every man his endue, give the hangman his endue, for he's a necessary member. He's and excellent barber, he shaves most cleanly But page how dost thou Like the Court? Faith so do I pretlie and so: I am weary of being a Courtiour Boy. Thou sayest true & thou art the Courtiers men boy, so thou art a courtier in decimo sexro in the least volume, or a courtier at the third hand, or a courtier by re version, or a courtier three descents removed, or a courti er in minority or and under Courtier or a courtier in posse, and I thie Master in esse : Thou hast to much wit to be so little, but imita cion, imitation, is his good Lord and Master. There's a ship of fools ready to hoist sail, they stay but for a good wind and your company: would would would, I wonder (if all fools were banished) where thou wouldst take shipping. I am glad, it shall case me of a charge here, as long as we have good clothes on one backs, 'tis no mat ter for our honesty, wée'll live any where, and keep Court in any corner. Is thy name Fury ? thou art half hanged, for thou hast and ill name. Little said is soon amended, thou sayest but lit tle, and that little will be mended soon indeed, thats ne ver, and so the Proverb stands in his full strength, pow er and virtue. Marry that he shall never hit us ith tooth with turning us, for 'tis not a good turn, follower I must Can shear you: I must give over housekeeping, 'tis the fashion, farewell boy. Hush, hush, hush, hush, and I dance mine own child and I dance mine own child, &c: would would, whoop old Master, so ho ho, look here, and I dance mine own child, &c: here's sixteen pence a week, and sixteen pence a week, eight groats, soap and candle, I met her in Osier grove, crying hush, hush, hush, hush: I thought it had been some beggar woman, because of her pitcher, for you know they bear such household stuff, to put drink and porrage together, and I dance mine, &c. Come I have left my work to see what mat ̄ S you mumble to your self, faith Laureo I would you could leave this Latin, and fall to make baskets, you think 'tis enough if at dinner you tell us a tale of Pigmes, and then munch up our virtuals, but that fits not us: or the history of the well Helicon, & then drink up our bear we cannot live upon it. God bless the noble Marquess, Nay why are you so short, Master's heeres more nigh I took (since I went) for a cradle: this year I think be leap year, for wonie ̄ do nothing but buy cradles, by my troth I think the world is at and end, for as soon as we be born we marry: as soon as we marry we get children, (by hook or by crook got they are) children must have cradles, and as soon as they are in them, they hop out of the ̄ , for I have seen little girls that yesterday had scarce a hand to make them ready, the next day had worn wedding rings on their fingers, so that if the world do not end, we shall not live one by another: basket making as all oh there trades runs to decay, and shortly we shall not be worth a butten, for non in this cutting age sow true stitches, but tailors and shoemakers, & yet now and then they tread their shoes a wry too. Do master for thats honest cousinage. Weep master, yonder comes your Son Master Laureo ) (aniculaes son) welcome home, how do the nine muses, Pride, covetousness, envy, sloth, wrath, gluttony and lechery? you that are Scholars read how they do. Are they: Mass me thinks its better serving the ̄ , then your nine muses, for they are stark beggars. He needs not, for he looks Like poor John him self, eight to a neck of Mutten, is not that your come mons, & a Cue of bread? Go Griselda I'll make fire, and scour the kettle, its a hard world when scholars ease fish upon flesh days Master I have made a good fire: sirrah Griselda, the fish I have not offended him, therefore I'll not duck and he were ten Dukes. I'll kneel to none but God and my Prince. I have a better trade sir, basketmaking, Sirrah, what art thou a Broker? To him, M. spare him not and inch. Griselda was as pretty a Griselda in the one as in the other. Nor I, many a good mess of water gruel has that yielded us. Shall Furio see them out of the Palace? do you turn us out of doors? you turn us out of doors then? He shall not need, I am no Ox nor Ass, I can go without driving, for all his turning, I am glad of one thing. I am glad thou takest thy death so patiently, fare well my Lord, adue my Lady, great was the wisdom of that Taylor, that stitched me in Motley, for he's a fool that leaves basket making to turn Courtier: I see my destiny dogs me: at first I was a fool (for I was born and Innocent) then I was a traveller, and then a Basketmaker, and then a Courtier, and now I most turn bas ket-maker and fool again, the one I am sworn to, but the fool I bestow upon the world, for Stultorum plenam sunt ominia adue, adue. Exit. We may choose, Grandsire solemnizing fa once more, we'll alla mire him, and he we wail in woe, and who can hin der us? Nay then you're welcome, there's four groats, and here's four more. I by my troth that's a good way, we may well do it, now we are out of his hearing. No, he shall not have them, knock out his brains, and save the little hop a my thumbs. So she says. Yes, he has line with her. O rare, cry prentices and clubs, the corporation cannot be ( ) sirrah set down thy baskets and to't pell mell. Half partly. Farewell and be hanged. So much the better, Master we'll quickly turn it into silver. I'll fetch Rosa solis. Whoop whither is my brother basketmaker gone: would let me see, I smell a rat, sneaked hence and never take leave, either he's a crafty knave, or else he dogs Furio to bite him, for when a quarrel enters into a trade it serves seven years before it be free. Good Furio vanish, we have no appetite, tell your Master, Clowns are not for the Court, wee'll keep Court our selves, for what do Courtiers but we do the Like: you eat good cheer, and we eat good bred and cheese: you drink wine, and we strong bear: at night you are as hungry slaves as you were at noon, why so are we: you go to bed, you can but sleep, why and so do we: in the morning you rise about eleven of the clock, why there we are your betters, for we are going before you: you wear silks, and we sheep skins, innocence caries it away in the world to come, and therefore vanish good Furio, torment us not good my sweet Furio. It may be so, but then Furio I'll kick. Master go you but under the Cole-staff, Babu lo can bear all, staff basket and all. O tiger minded monstrous Marquess, make thy Lady a collier? Then would he not desire your company I think sir I am a fitter husband for her. Th'art a Jew, th'art a Pagan: how darest thou leave them without a cloak for the rain, when ̄ his daugh ter, and his sister, and my Mistress is the Kings wife? Old M. you have fished fair & catched a frog. Exeunt