JACK

¶ Be cock as you say, your Master is a Minion, foul coil he keeps in this Court Aristippus alone owe rules the coast with his pleasant devises, That I fear he will put out of conceit my Master Carisophus. ¶Yea, but I have herd say, there is falsehood in fellowship, n the Court sometime, one gives another finely the slip: Which when it is spied, it is laughed out with a scoff, and with sporting and playing, quietly shaken of: n which kind of toying, thy master hath such a grace, That he will never blush, he hath a wooden face: But Will, my master hath Béees in his head, f he find me hear prating, I am but dead: e is Still rotting in the City, there is somewhat in the wind: His looks betrays his inward troubled mind: Therefore I will be packing, to the Court by and by If he be once angry, Jack shall cry woe the pie. ¶ At hand sir. I can not come to you master, this knave does me let. Hold master, Master, why do you fight with me? I am not your match you see, You durst not fight w to him y to is gone, & will you wreke your anger on Me Master I handled you not, but who did handle you very handsomely you can tell. Yea sir, very handsomely I hold you a groat, He handled you so handsomely, that he left not one more in your coat. It is better as it is, Master believe me at a word: If he had seen your weapon, he would have been fierser, And so perhaps beat you worse, I speak it with my heart, ou were never yet at the dealing of fence blows, but you had four away for your partly to is but your luck, you are man good enough, But the Wealche Onaphets, was a vengeance knave and rough, Master you were best go home and rest in your bed, You thinks your cap uva eth to little for your head. Yea as big as a odshed, and bleades too. No shame at all, men have been beaten far better then you, You may say truly, you met with a knaves blessing. EXEUNT ¶ Thou beganst first, didst thou not say even now, hat Carisophus my Master was no man but a cow, taking so many blows, and gave never a blow again? ¶ I pray you what is Aristippus thy master, is not he a Parisite to, hat with scoffing and testing in the Court makes so much a do? ¶ Nay if you will needs be prating of my master Still, faith, I must cool you my Friend Dapper Will. ache this at the beginning. By the Mass I will box you. Will, was I with you. Alas pretty cockerell, you are to weak. I beshrew Snap the Tipstaff that great knaves heart, y hither di come Had he not been, you had cried ere this Victus, victa, victum, But sing we have breathed our selves, if you list, Let us agree Like friends, and shake eke other by the fist. Will, let us slip aside and view him well. Will, after our falling out, wilt thou laugh merrily Then follow me, and hem in a word now and then: What brawling knave is there at the Court gate so early? It was you sir that cried so loud, I trow, And bid us take in Coals for the Kings mouth, even now. Why sir? how dare you speak such petie treason? Does the King eat Coals at any season? James Christ, came ever from a Colier and answer so trim? You are learned, are you not Father Grim? Good faith master Grim, if such Marlines on your pouch may light They are so quick of wing y to quickly they can carry it out of your sighed And though we are cockerels now, we shall have spurs one day, And shall be able perhaps to make you a Capon: But to tell you troth: we are the Porters m n, which early & late, Wait on such Gentlemen as you to open the Caurtegate. How say you good man Colier, can you find any fault here? Well, hold this railing knave with a talk when I am gone, I will fetch him his filling ale for his good sermon. This is stoutly done, will you have it warmed father Grim. By cock and you shall have it, but I will begin and that anon It bit avow mon companion. Can you speak French? here is a trim colier by this day. You speak knavishly plain, sing my master you do mock, In faith ere you go, I will make you a lob cecke: Father Grim, what say they of this Damon abroad? Will, how like you this gear your master Aristippus also, At this Coliers hand hath had a bl e: But in faith father Grim cannot you Coliers, Provide for your selves far better then Courtiers. That Pope was a merry fellow, of whom folk talk so much. Can gold make men merry? they say who can sing so merry a note, As he that is not able to change a groat? After what sort I pray Thee tell Me? Byr lady the wiser man. What is that? Yea truly to his own person. Will, this knave is drunk, let us dress him, Let us riffell him so that he have not one penny to bless him, And steal away his Debentures too. Come mine own Father Grim, fit down. What man I will use you Like a prince: sir boy, fetch me my gear. Hold up father Grim. My Costly perfumes make that, away with this sir Bay: e quick Aloyse, aloyse, how how pretty it is, is not here a good face? A fine Oules eyes, a mouth like and Oven, Father you have good Butter tooth, full seen, You wear weaved, else you would have been a great Calf Ah trim lips to sweep a Manger, here is a chin, As soft as the hoose of and horse. Hold your head strait man, else all will be marred, Byr lady, you are of a good complexion, A right Croyden sanguine, beshrew me, Hold up father Grim, Will can you bestir you? It is with UNGVENTUM of Daucus Maucus, that is very costly, I give not this washing ball to every body: After you have been dressed so finely at my hand, You may kiss any Ladies lips within this land: A, you are trimly washed, how say you, is not this trimm water? It scours the better, sir boy, give me my rays ur, It is a Raysour and that a very good one, It came lately from Palarrime, it cost Me .xx. crowns alone Your eyes dassell after your washing, these spectacles put on? Now view this Raysour, tell me, is it not a good one? In deed, they be a young sighed, and that is the matter, But I warrant you, this Raysour is very easy. Hold up father Grim. No, it scrapeth of a pimpell, to ease you of the Pippe, I have done now, how say you? are you not well? Will you sing after your shaving? Nay that shall not need, you are pould near enough for this time. You are Like to bear the bob, for we will give it, Set out your bussing base, and we will quiddell upon it. Nay byr lady, you are no cow by your singing, Yet your wife told me you were and Ox. ¶Such Barbers God send you at all times of need. Your face Like and Incorne, now shines so gay, With too nidden, and todle todle do nidden, Is not Grim the Colier most finely shaven. Here is the trimmest Hogs flesh from London to Yor To play with this Hogline, of force I must smile, With too nidden, and too nidden With too nidden and todle todle do nidden. not Grim the Col er most finely shaven. Farewell cock, before the Colier again do us seek, to us into the Court to part the spoil, share and share Like. EXIT Faith, and I will make him a noddy: Father Grim, if you pray me well, I will wash you & shave you too E en after the same fashion as the Kings daughters do: In all points as they handle Dionisius, I will dress you trim & fine