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A11134
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The night-rauen. By S.R.
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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1620
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slaue would willingly compound Rather then in a baudy house be found Be heere on monday-night in any case I shall haue an Italian then in chase Besides a Dutch-man comes to try a Punke Swagger it brauely then be soundly drunke The Gull and the Domineering Constable SIrra what are you where 's your dwelling place Sirs bring the Lanthorne let me see his face Doest know him Beadle Surely sir not I. Ant please your worship I doe lodge hereby I haue bin forth at supper with a friend Tell me of supper tut a puddings end You kisse the Counter sirra that is flat I le teach you know my place deserues a hat An t please your worship I confesse it doth But pardon me my head 's not well in sooth You thinke all howres of the night to march Because y' are in your yellow close-stoole starch Hast not Tabacco and a tynder box The knaue may fire the towne haue him to stocks Please your good worship not a Pipe I haue Dost thinke I sit heere to keepe sheepe thou knaue No sir with reuerent magistrates I match Your worship and the gentlemen your watch Well sirra since your duty doth appeare I am content this time you shall goe cleere Depart in peace and play no knauish pranckes I giue your worships all most humble thanks Terrible news for Taber and Pipe AN odd companion walking vp and downe To pipe a liuing out from towne to towne Being at a Wedding busie at his play Forgetting daunger of his tedious way Belated was yet be it ill or good He did resolue to wander through a wood And as he went with knap-sacke full of scrapps And Taber at his backe by fortune happs That he farre off by Moone-light chanced to see A cruell Beare which forc'd him take a tree The beast with sodaine speed came feircely too 't And fell to scrape and scratch about the roote Poore Taborer so scar'd was with the Beare He sweate and trembled in a stinking feare At length he thought vpon his wedding scraps And threw them to the Beare to fill his chaps Who for the time from mining did refraine But eating all fell hard to worke againe Oh now quoth he I haue no hope at all The tree begins to shake and I must fall Adew my friends this Beare will me deuouer Yet as a farewell at my dying hower Euen in dispight of Paris-garden foes I le haue a fit as hard as this world goes And so betakes him to his Pipe and Tabor And doth them doth so sound and braue belabor The Beare amazed from his scratching runs As if at 's breech had bin a peale of guns Which when the Taborer with ioy did see Well Beare he said if this your humor be Would I had knowne to vse the charming feate You should haue daunc'd before you had my meate So downe he comes and without longer staying Thorow the wood goes homeward al night playing Then sends for all his friends that they may heare The story of the Piper and the Beare Vowing his Tabor was more deere to him Then was Arions harpe when he did swim Vpon the Dolphins backe most safe a shore And that same Instrument for euer-more As monument vnto Tompipers race Should show his valour and the Beares disgrace To all slothfull Seruants I Often in the night as I doe flye See burning houses flaming to the skye At which most dreadfull accidents that fall A sodaine terrour terrifieth all People amazed crying fire fire And in perplexed manner helpe require Some in their beds consum'd to ashes quite And some for ever franticke with the fright Some wealthy men at setting of the Sunne And ere the rising beggers cleane vndone And when that people seriously inquire How all this great misfortune comes by fire The common answere is and t is too true Most slothfull seruants it is long of you You that no care doe in your callings take Nor christian conscience of your waies doe make To looke vnto your fire and your light Of which in duty you haue ouer-sight But slight the danger that to other growes Because your selues haue nothing for to loose Assure you this a carelesse queane or knaue Euen such as they haue bin shall seruants haue A wicked Wife IN darkesome shade of melancholy night There did appeere to one a walking sprite Which put him in a fearefull fit to see At length vnto Hobgoblin thus said he If thou belong to God and beare good mind Thou wilt not vse me cruell and vnkind Because no hurtfull things to him belong That will doe vs poore humane creatures wrong But if thou dost pertaine vnto the Deuill Yet for his sake forbeare to doe me euill For I haue married late a lumpe of sin VVhich is his sister therefore pray for kin That is betweene the diuell and my wife Affright me not with feare of limbe or life Hast thou quoth he nay then if it be so I will not vrge thee vnto further woe A wicked wife crosse vpon crosse begins She 's plague enough to plague thee for thy sins A wounded Drunkard A Drunkard whom the cup did tardy catch Came very late a reeling through the watch Who cald him with the common who goes there But he in staggers would not seeme heare The Constable with drowsie Bill-men mand Said sirrah in the Kings name looke you stand What rebell knaue quoth he wilt not obay So looking by their Lanthorne downe he lay And to the watchmen holding vp his hand Said now I charge you all to help me stand Or else in sober sadnesse you fox getters I le make you anuswere it before your betters Marke what I say for now I charge you all To make me stand and looke I doe not fall With that they got him on his legs and staid him Saying heer 's the Constable you disobay'd him And were it not for shame base drunken clowne We would as we may lawfull knocke thee downe With that he fell vnto the ground againe And cry'd out murder murder I am slaine My scull is cleft they haue put out mine eyes And cut off both my legs Hostes Dick dyes Like Mistris like Maide Svsan would meete with Richard and with Ned Assoone as ere her mistris was a bed For a Sack-posset they agree'd to eate And she besides would haue a bit of meate And so be merry that they would in sadnesse But euen about the time of mirth and gladnesse When both the young-men were bestow'd within One that had long her mistris louer bin Knocks at the doore whereat her selfe came downe As loose of body as she was of gowne And in the darke put Letcher in the roome Where both the youths attend till Susan come Who in meane time to light a candle went So did her mistris for the same intent And meeting with her maide oh strange quoth she What cause haue you at this time heere to be Mistris quoth she vnto you I le be true There 's two as honest youths
as ere I knew Came late to see me pray you be content Wench this may be said she and no hurt ment For there 's an honest man to make them three That came in kindnesse for to viset me Good Susan be as secret as you can Your master is foolish Iealous man Though thou and I doe meane no hurt or ill Yet men take women in the worst sense still And feare of hornes more griefe in harts hath bred Then wearing hornes doth hurt a cuckolds head A Shifters Rifling MOst louing friends on Thursday next at night One master Needy kindly doth inuite Some foure or three score gallants at the least To rifle forhis Nag a passing beast That he indeed did borrow of a friend But being come vnto his iournies end And finding it is no good husbands way To be at horse expence for oates and hay Which idle stands and pampers in the stable Besides himselfe vnwilling purse vnable To be at further charges with the Iade Will rifle him his friend can be but paied As they shall afterwards agree of price When he his horse-play hath perform'd at dice. Each a Iacobus come in any wise His whole estate vpon the bu'snesse lies His money wants and patience now perforce Depends vpon the credit of this horse Fayle not his rifeling therefore but come too 't Or you ore-throw a gallant horse and foote Quarell vpon debate TWo chanc'd to fall at some dissention late And waxing weary of their fond debate VVherein like fooles law-money might be spent Agree'd to put it to arbitterment Each of an honest friend did make his choyse And bound themselues to their awarding voyce The arbitrators met to end the Iar And argu'd matters in a heate so far That knaue and knaue betweene them both was delt And so from words the force of fists they felt Their noses bled their eies were blacke and blew As feirce a buffet fray as ere you knew At length those twain they met for to make friends Came in to heare their matter how it ends And what award they did intend to make Quoth th'arbitrators Masters for your sake VVe met together your debates to smother And very soundly we haue beate each other Now as your selues meane to be delt withall Take vp our matter ere we end your brall VVe two that came your quarells to discusse Doe now want two to cese debate for vs. Hee hath little to care for that hath little to lose VIllains by night into a Kytchin brake Supposing brasse and pewter thence to take The good-wife heard them and her husband calls Telling him theeues were breaking throgh the walls And therefore to preuent them will'd him rise Quoth he kind wife I am not so vnwise To put my selfe in danger causelesse so The night is darke as any pitch you know And if they there can find out goods by night VVhen thou and I see nothing by day light I le say they coniure or doe vse some charme For there is nought to lose can doe vs harme VVife let vs both laugh at them in our sleeues That with our empty kitchin we gull theeues An English Canniball A Roreing boy of the late damned making Sat moneylesse alone Tabacco taking For he had thriu'd so well by candle-light He lost ten pound by eight a clocke at night So cursing dice and Fortune for this wrong A sawcy Fidler offers him a song Ha song quoth he Sirra wilt sell thy Boy I haue an vse for such a kinde of toy Why sir said he what will you put him too Eate him quoth he that I intend to doe Sad melancholy makes my sences weary And that same boy shall make me inward merry The Fidler downe the stayres with all hast hies Quicke boy be gone saies he one of vs dies The diuell's in him sure and he may fall To eate vs vp aliue fiddles and all Some greedy plannet certainly doth strike-him He hath a hungry looke I doe not like-him Yet for his dyet we are most vnmeet Because through feare there 's neither of vs sweet A Foole probatum A Graue Phisition in the night at 's booke That did dame Natures secrets ouer-looke Found amongst other things this one worth hearing That a long beard was but a foolish wearing With that he tooke the candle and the glasse And went to see what size his owne beard was Which as he viewd and did stroking handle He set the same on fire by the candle Burning it sodainly vnto his chin Which had before downe to his middle bin Now doe I finde quoth he t' is a true note That he which is long bearded like a Gote Is but a foole my selfe can this protest So set it downe in 's booke Probatum est Iesting turn'd to good earnest GEntlemen kindly in a Tauerne met And as they all to supper downe were set Came in a Iester vnto some there knowne Who at the table boldly maketh one Where like an impudent audacious asse He turnes his foolish idle scoffes to passe Not caring whom nor how he did abuse But one amongst the rest whom he did chuse To play vpon and in a vaine to run Did quiet put vp all till supper done Then rising came and tooke him by the hand And said familiar sir I vnderstand The ripenesse of your wit to breake a iest It seemes your braine is busily possest To vtter all your humour doth allow And therefore for your boldnesse with me now Although I cannot breake a iest I say Yet I can breake your pate take that I pray Goe to the Barbers shop and there reueale-it And Iest a plaister out of him to heale-it The Horne Plague INto a iealous passion one did fall And kept his bed not being sick at all A friend of his did come to see him and The cause of his not being well demand Tell me quoth he wher doe you feele your paine In head or heart where doth your griefe remaine What member is it that is ill affected That Phisick may the better be directed Truely said he of head I not complaine Nor doth my heart pertake of any paine Nor lights nor lungs nor kidnes do torment But an ill Liuer is my discontent And none can help it better then my wife If she would seeke to mend her queanish life T' is this bad Liuer doth the horne plague breed Which day night my Iealous thoughts doth feed The Tragedy of Smug the Smith A Smith for fellony was apprehended And being condem'd for hauing so offended The townes-men with a generall consent Vnto the Iudge with a petition went Affirming that no smith did neare them dwell And for his Art they could not spare him well For he was good at edge-toole locke and key And for a Farrier most rare man quoth they The discreet Iudge vnto the clownes reply'd How shall the Law be iustly satisfied A theefe that steales must dye therefore that 's flat Oh sir said they we haue a tricke for that Two Weauers