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A50796	The Spanish gipsie as it was acted (with great applause) at the Privat House in Drury-Lane, and Salisbury Court / written by Thomas Midleton, and William Rowley, Gent.	Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.; Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?	1653 (1653)	Wing M1986; ESTC R5637	38,482	72

your servants Pre. Trip softly through the streets till we arrive You know at whose house Father San. Song Trip it Gipsies trip it fine Shew tricks and lofty Capers At threading Needles we repine And leaping over Rapiers Pindy Pandy rascall toyes We scorne cutting Purses Tho we live by making noyse For cheating none can curse us Over High-wayes over low And over Stones and Gravell Tho we trip it on the Toe And thus for Silver travell Tho our Dances waste our backs At night fat Capons mend them Eggs well brew'd in Butterd'-sack Our Wenches say befriend them Oh that all the World were mad Then should we have fine Dancing Hobby horses would be had And brave Girles keepe a prancing Beggers would on Cock-horse ride And Boobies fall a roaring And Cuckolds tho no Hornes be spide Be one another goring Welcome Poet to our Ging Make Rimes wee 'l give thee reason Canary Bees thy braines shall sting Mull-sack did ne're speake Treason Peter-see-me shall wash thy nowle And Malligo Glasses fox thee If Poet thou tosse not bowle for bowle Thou shalt not kisse a Doxie Exit Enter Fernando Francisco de Carcomo Don Iohn Pedro Maria Lewys and Diego Fer. Lewys de Castro since you circled are In such a golden Ring of worthy friends Pray let me question you about that business You and I last conferd on Lew. My Lord I wish it Fer. Then Gentlemen tho you all know this man Yet now looke on him well and you shall finde Such mines of Spanish honor in his bosome As but in few are treasur'd Lew. Oh my good Lord Fer. Hee 's Son to that de Castro o're whose Tombe Fame stands writing a booke which will take up The age of time to fill it with the stories Of his great acts and that his honor'd Father Fell in the quarrell of those Families His own and Don Alvarez de Castilla Fra. The volume of those Families is too large And too wide Printed in our memory Lew. Would it had ne're come forth Omnes So wish we all Fer. But heer 's a Son as matchlesse as the Father For hee mindes bravery he lets blood his Spleene Teares out the Leafe in which the Picture stands Of slaine de Castro casts a Hill of Sand On all revenge and stifles it Omnes 'T is done nobly Fer. For I by him am courted to sollicite The King for the repeale of poore Alvarez Who lives a banish'd man some say in Naples Pe. Some say in Arragon Lew. No matter where That Paper foulds in it my hand and heart Petitioning the royalty of Spaine To free the good old man and call him home But what hope hath your Lordship that these beames Of grace shall shine upon me Fer. The word Royall Omnes And that 's enough Lew. Then since this sluce is drawn up to encrease The streame with pardon of these honord friends Let me set ope another and that 's this That you my Lord Don Pedro and this Lady Your noble Wife would in this faire assembly If still you hold me Tenant to your favor Repeale the promise you so oft have made me Touching the beautious Clara for my Wife Pe. What I possesse in her before these Lords I freely once more give you Al. And what 's mine To you as right heire to it I resigne Omnes What would you more Lew. What would I more the tree bowes down his head Gently to have me touch it but when I offer To pluck the fruite the top branch growes so high To mock my reaching hand up it does flie I have the Mothers smile the Daughters frown Omnes Oh you must wooe hard Fer. Wooe her well shee 's thine own Jo. That Law holds not 'mongst Gipsies I shoot hard And am wide off from the Marke Florish Enter Soto with a Cornet in his hand Fer. Is this my Lord your Musick Fra. None of mine Soto A crew of Gipsies with desire To shew their sports are at your Gates afire Fra. How how my Gates afire Knave Jo. Art panting I am a fire I 'me sure Fer. What are the things they doe Soto They Friske they Caper Dance and Sing Tell fortunes too which is a very fine thing They tumble how not up and down As Tumblers doe but from Towne to Towne Anticks they have and Gipsie-masking And toyes which you may have for asking They come to devoure nor Wine nor good Cheere But to earne money if any be here But being ask'd as I suppose Your answer will be in your tother hose For there 's not a Gipsie amongst 'em that begs But gets his living by his Tongue and Legs If therefore you please Dons they shall come in Now I have ended let them begin Omnes I I by any means Fra. But fellow bring you Musick along with you too Soto Yes my Lord both lowd Musick and still Musick the loud is that which you have heard and the still is that which no man can heare Exit Fer. A fine Knave Fra. There is report of a faire Gipsie A pretty little toy whom all our Gallants In Madrill flock to looke on this shee trow Yes sure 't is shee I should be sorry else Enter Alvarez Eugenia Pretiosa Roderigo Sancho Soto and all the Gipsies Song 1. Come follow your Leader follow Our Convoy be Mars and Apollo The Van comes brave up here Ans. As hotly comes the Reare Omn. Our Knackers are the Fifes and Drums Sa sa the Gipsies Army comes 2. Horsemen we need not feare There 's none but footemen here The Horse sure charge without Or if they wheele about Omn. Our Knackers are the shot that flie Pit a pat ratling in the Sky 3. If once the great Ordnance play That 's laughing yet runne not away But stand the push of Pike Scorne can but basely strike Omn. Then let our Armies joyne and sing And pit a pat make our Knackers ring 4. Arme Arme what Bands are those They cannot be sure our foes Wee le not draw up our force Nor muster any Horse Omn. For since they pleas'd to view our sight Let 's this way this way give delight 5. A Councell of War le ts call Looke either to stand or fall If our weake Army stands Thanke all these noble hands Whose gates of Love being open throwne We enter and then the Town 's our owne Fer. A very dainty thing Fra. A handsome Creature Ro. Looke what a pretty pit there 's in her chin Jo. Pit 't is a Grave to bury Lovers in Ro. My Fathers disguise guard me San. Soto there 's de Cortez my guardian but he smells not us Soto Peace brother Gipsie wud any one here know his fortune Omnes Good fortunes all of us Pe. 'T is I sir needs a good one come sir what 's mine Ma. Mine and my husbands fortunes keepe together Who is 't tels mine San. I I hold up Madam feare not your pocket for I ha but two Hands You are sad or mad or glad For a couple of Cockes

tempted Pre. Tempted tho I am no marke in respect of a huge But yet I can tell you great bubbers have shot at me and shot golden Arrowes but I my selfe gave ayme thus wide foure Bowes short three and a halfe they that crack me shall finde me as hard as a Nut of Galisia a Parrot I am but my teeth too tender to crack a wantons Almond Al. Thou art my noble Girle amany Dons Will not believe but that thou art a Boy In Womens Cloaths and to try that conclusion To see if thou beest Alcumy or no They 'l throw down Gold in muffes but Pretiosa Let these proud Sakers and Jer-falcons flie Do not thou move a wing be to thy selfe And not a changeling Pre. How not a Changeling Yes Father I will play the changeling I 'le change my selfe into a thousand shapes To court our brave Spectators I 'le change my postures Into a thousand different variations To draw even Ladies eyes to follow mine I 'le change my voyce into a thousand tones To chaine attention not a changeling Father None but my selfe shall play the changeling Al. Do what thou wilt Pretiosa What noise is this A beating within Enter Cardochia Car. Here 's Gentlemen swear all the oaths in Spaine they have seen you must see you and will see you Al. To drown this noyse let 'em enter Enter Sancho and Soto San. Is your Play-house an Inne a Gentleman cannot see you without crumpling his Taffaty cloake Soto Nay more then a Gentleman his man being a deminitive Don too San. Is this the little ape does the fine tricks Pre. Come aloft Jack little ape San. Would my Jack might come aloft please you to set the water Mill with the Ivory cogs in 't a grinding my handfull of purging comfetts Soto My Master desires to have you loose from your company Ped. Am I a Pigeon thinke you to be caught with Cummin-seeds a flie to glew my wings to sweete-meates and so be tane San. When do your gambolls begin Al. Not till we ha din'd San. Foote then your bellies will be so full you 'l be able to do nothing Soto prithee set a good face on 't for I cannot and give the little Monkey that Letter Soto Walke off and hum to your selfe I dedicate sweet destiny into whose hand every Spaniard desires to put a Distaffe these lines of Love Eu. What Love what 's the matter Soto Grave Mother Bumby the markes out a your mouth Al. What 's the Paper from whom comes it Soto The comodity wrapd up in the Paper are Verses the warming Pan that puts heat into 'em you fire-braind bastard of Helicon Al. What 's your Masters Name Soto His name is Don Tomazo Portacareco Nunckle to young Don Hortado de Mendonza Cosen german to the Conde de Tindilla and naturall brother to Francisco de Bavadilla one of the Commendadors of Aleantaro a Gentleman of long standing Pre. Verses I love good ones let me see 'em San. Good ones if they were not good ones they should not come from mee at the name of Verses I can stand on no ground Pre. Here 's gold too who 's is this San. Whoe 's but yours if there been any fault in the Verses I can mend it extempore for a stich in a mans stocken not taken up in time ravells out all the rest Soto Botcherly Poetry botcherly Pre. Verses and gold these then are golden Verses San. Had every Verse a Pearle in the eye it should be thine Pre. A pearle in mine eye I thanke you for that doe you wish mee blinde San. I by this light doe I that you may look upon nobodies crime but mine Pre. I should be blind indeede Al. Pray Sir read your Verses San. Shall I sing 'em or say 'em Al. Which you can best Soto Both scurvily San. I 'le set out a throate then Oh that I were a Bee to sing Hum buz buz hum I first would bring Home Honey to your Hive and there leave my sting Soto He manders San. Oh that I were a Goose to feede At your barne-dore such Corne I need Nor would I bite but Gozlings breede Soto And Ganders San. Oh that I were your Need'les eye How through your Linnen would I flie And never leave one stich awry Soto Hee 'l towze yee San. Oh would I were one of your haires That you might combe out all my cares And kill the Nits of my despaires Soto Oh Lowzie San. How Lowzie I can Rimes be Lowzie Omnes No no th' are excellent Al. But are these all your own San. Mine own wud I might never see Inck drop out of the nose of any Goose quil more if velvet Cloaks have not clap'd me for 'em doe you like 'em Pre. Past all compare they shall be writ out When y'have as good or better For these and those pray booke me down your debtor Your Paper is long liv'd having two soules Verses and Gold San. Would both those were in thee pritty little body sweets Gipsie Pre. A Pistolet and this Paper 't would choake me Soto No more then a bribe does a Constable the Verses will easily into your head then buy what you like with the Gold and put it into your belly I hope I ha chaw'd a good reason for you San. Will you chaw my Jennet ready sir Soto And eate him down if you say the word Exit San. Now the coxcombe my man is gon because y' are but a Country company of Strowles I thinke your stock is thred-bare here mend it with this Cloake Al. What do you meane sir San. This Scarfe this Feather and this Hat Omnes Deare Signior San. If they be never so deare pox 'o this hot Ruffe little Gipsie wear thou that Al. Your meaning sir San. My meaning is not to be an Asse to carry a burthen when I need not if you shew your Gambols forty Leagues hence I 'le gallop to 'em Farwel old Gray-beard adue Mother mumble-crust morrow my little Wart of beauty Exit Enter Don John Muffled Al. So harvest will come in such Sunshine days Will bring in golden sheafes our Markets raise Away to your taske Exit Don John pulls Pretiosa back Pre. Mother Grand-mother Jo. Two rowes of Kindred in one mouth Eu. Be not uncivill sir thus have you us'd her thrice Jo. Thrice three thousand more may I not use mine own Pre. Your own by what tenure Jo. Cupid entailes this Land upon me I have wooed thee thou are coy by this aire I am a Bull of Tarisa wild mad for thee you told I was some copper coyne I am a Knight of Spaine Don Francisco de Carcomo my Father I Don John his Sonne this paper tells you more grumble not old Granam heere 's gold for I must by this white hand marry this cherry-lip'd sweet-mouth'd villaine Pre. There 's a thing call'd quando Jo. Instantly Eu. Art thou so willing Jo. Peace threescore and five Pre. Marry me eate a Chicken e're it be out o' th shell I