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A pack of patentees. Opened. Shuffled. Cut. Dealt. And played.
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Wing P156; Thomason E163_5; ESTC R16199
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his purse but he will finde Although he went before he came behinde 'T is easly knowne to what his gaine amounts But very hard to cast up his accompts Exit Enter Tobacco NOw Fumus comes alone for he hath rais'd Great profit out of naught and he 'd be prais'd For his Industry cause he loves the King He 'l turne Impostor or be any thing To shew his service to him he will make You buy your livelihood or he will take Your libertie away He lately made A Law by word of Mouth to take your trade A prisoner to himselfe to keepe his pride Lay downe your fine and pay your rent beside Beleeve him t is his due but all this while I heare Saint Kit. Virginia doth beguile And he deceives us all he 's discontent His saucy tenants will not pay him rent For that which turnes to smoake nor chop with those On whom he spits his strength or doth impose His secrets in by weight thence tryd he 's cause As Contra bonum and against the Lawes His projects made with weeds and emptie breath By such another he may catch his death Exit Gold Wyer THen came Auriligus to try his strength He hath a Seale to draw you out at length If you le be pliable resigne your purse He 'l Wyer-draw your wealth and give a curse To make up weight or if you want a graine This Knave puts in himselfe to make up twaine He do's but fine your pride why may not he Take custome for your sinne pay but your fee And he 'l remit your fault as well as those Which men pay for kissing proving foes To men with emptie purses yet this slave Hath gain'd no more than what will buy a grave To bury all his worth what needs he more For he was dead in both his ends before Poore men must live to labour they must give Him tribute for their lives and he must live By their undoing Now he'as lost his prey It 's keeper slips aside he runs away Pray charge him with disgrace then quit the stage His Golden dayes wore out an Iron age Exit Warr Hornes BEware the Horner comes he can transport The Calves defence the Oâ—e or any sort Which are within his List this Beast is free He 'l suffer none to trade in hornes but he Speak will you have them rough then they are put In universall termes If they are cut He 'l change them into Combes with privy theft He 'l barrell shame he'has a Coxcombe left Which he will use himselfe his ware doth stink The Devills hornes are short and he do's thinke To trade with him by whole-sale then he may Be carri'd hence he need not run away He must have roome though he be built for store An Asse behinde is like an Oxe before His fortunes hard nor can he hold his tongue He keepes his Patent and his Hornes too long Which render him a Beast so let him passe He shall be kept at House not put to grasse Till he hath shed his Coate then like a Deare He 'l cast his Hornes but cannot ev'ry yeare Increase againe new Cornigenus must Restore men right which he did keep on trust Exit Butter NOw here 's a slippery Merchant hold him fast His Patent seal'd with Butter at a cast He 'l venture all his worth he would be rich And make ten thousand pay for 't but his itch Is somewhat coole which formerly did burne A Rope with Butter's like to serve his turne His grease begins to melt a running sore Is broke behinde because he rob'd the poore The richer sort might let his project passe He 'l bring 'em back a gilded looking glasse To trim their folly by but ah poore I Am never well but when my sauce-pans dry To feed the Flemings he would starve his friend Time has bewraid his plot and crost his end He must be basted ere I have my wish I le buy a Ferkin now whereas a dish Was us'd to serve me let this scraping gull Be salted up himselfe his Tubs are full O' th Anagram of Durt so foule his case Doth now appeare but if a Farmers place Were seal'd unto him he might trade agen In stead of Ferkins hee 'd have Hogsheads then Exit Raggs THe Rag-man's come at last who proves his plot To be but Kennell deep and yet this sot Is deeper in the shame than he which groanes His length from earth or nastie marrow-bones Some sweep their houses others rake the street To make his pack and if he do's but meet One that has rob'd the Gutters hee 's the taker For he was truly borne a dung-hill-raker His servants weare his cloth who ere you finde With little Dung-rakes and with bags behinde Can blaze his Armes at large he makes his brags That he 's growne whole and they doe shift their tags Six times a week but once a moneth he bets They'd have the linnen which the Hangman gets But that his Patent was not wisely drawne To hold in Law his brames were laid to pawne For Country Tom's old linnen to begin Except the shrowd which he was buried in Pray view this totter'd patch as he appeares His Coate is shed and he may shake his eares Exit The rest shuffled up together WE 'l shuffle up the pack those that before Did play at post parâ— must play no more For they are of a suit A Courtiers face Would face out all but that he wants an Ace The former lost their stakes were they noâ— gone Their games being play'd they might be lookers on But Marrow-bones must shuffle he begins Who 〈◊〉 forgot the stock yet challeng'd Pins To prick them in the middle not agreed In shuffling one another they proceed To take the Dice and end it with a throw Pins was above and Marrow-bones below Had broke Tobacco-Pipes had he been dry'd New-Corporation betting on his side Did make Gold waights his partner and Bone-lace Would play with Pins who quickly gave him place Their faults were shuffled in and every man Will deale 'em to his partner if he can They dodg in the beginning all are vext The Cards are shuffled now the Cuttings next The Cutting THey lift for Dealing first Gold waights would fight who cut a knave cause Pins was least in sight And got the Dealing then they rais'd their spleen Waights had a cut that all his faults were seen The spirits being laid they change their place And Marrow-bones must deale he cut an Ace They give each other names who had the deale They cald the Goose and Lace they styld the Veale Gold waights the bragging Turky they did passe On Pins that lost the deale the Prick-ear'd Asse The Gamsters alter'd they be few were men Now chang'd to beasts and foule they cut agen Veale bleats an oath Goose creaked out a curse Who did but pick they scorn'd to cut a purse Then Prickeare bray'd the Turky stretcht his neck But he that was to deale did give a Beck On eares to cut the Cards who cut so low He turn'd the pack that stander by might know The turning Card that Veale with dealing rubs First came the Ace and then the knave of Clubs The Dealing VVEll now he deales about yet their game With free allowance had not got a name The Cards prove bad they are mad at what they doe They 're every one a scurvie trick or two And all are like to loose one he will have Another deale and play at Noddy-knave To which they did agree but yet at last New-cut must be their lift and then they cast The knaves for partners which are now to seek They had not wit enough to play at Gleek Their Patents lay at stake and they that win Must cast the shame away they 'r setled in To play a night away for feare the Sunne Should note their way they having but begun Their brains were thick they playd at six seven New-cut but dealt they broke up at eleven Now three-Card noddy having chang'd his place Must be the Game but they mistooke the case In putting out fifteens but now yee may Work up your wits in jest and see 'em play The Playing THe Pursevant sits by he 'l be their Scribe And reckon just unlesse he takes a bribe When three were flush of foure eldest hand Had got a great paire Royall he did stand Upon his priviledge and cast a plot To win the Game but he was out a spot But having spi'd a Courtier up he starts The while his partner turn'd the knave of Harts For Noddy knave who tooke another in Which made a paire and yet he could not win The third had double Sequents and a way To have a double game but 's foolish play Hath dasht his hopes the last had six fifteens With changing Cards who thought that Kings Queens Would beare him out in being at a stand They 'd gladly part their stakes at even hand The Officer writes nor can he see A bribe come to him nor a single see The Gamsters breake and part they sate enough For justice challeng'd them to play at Rough. She hath her eyes though Painters paint her blind She made them run and leave their stakes behind FINIS