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Hudibras the second part.
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Butler, Samuel, 1612-1680.
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1663
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Wing B6306; ESTC R5445
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be strange Man in de Varl your vit do range Me tell you one two tree fore times Me be no born here in your Climes Me be de Frenchman profess Phissick Me cure de Pock de Cough de Tissick De Ish de Gout the Ash in bones And me begar can cut your Stones How 's that quoth wrathful Hudibras That word shan't unrevenged pass A Purse too can you cut quoth he And pick a Pocket if need be Or are employ'd by those that do To draw the main end up the Crew Me no endure dis ting nor dat Quoth Quack come hedder shew de Pat. Capon vid hands of approbation From de College pour tolleration From Potentates and mighty Princes Dat in de Varld de like not sure is Quoth Hudibras oh is it so You kill Cum privilegie Ensnar'd you are by this account And Crimes on Crimes super amount For Murder or the like there is No help left for you saving this Shew something sign'd by Parliament Or Oliver to that intent And wee 'l acquit you give you o're Else we proceed must as before What say you for your self Dis be Quoth Quack may foy very pretty Vat do me need hands from fush tings Ven me have got de hands of Kings Me never did seek after dem Your words quoth Hudibras condemn Your self but e're we sentence pass Come hither fellow with your Lass What Trade art thou Quoth Capon none I thank my Parents I 'm but one Of thirteen that is left alive The rest Grigg did of breath deprive 'T is fit thou make up Bakers dozen Quoth Hudibras not Hangman cozen And what are you there Mistris Minks With Cheeks that look like drooping Pinks What trade do you drive 'mong these fellows Are you Whore-ripe too for the Gallows At which the Squires look'd very sad Fearing her Case would prove but bad Quoth she I must confess I am And 't please your Worship what I am And have a long time follow'd this French Doctor here for Had-I wiss Art thou a Man or art thou Womau Quoth Hudibras for both are common Quoth she I 'm of the weaker Sex God bless your Worship Vivat Rex What 's that quoth he you mutter'd last I doubt y' are Male beneath the Waste For as some Authors well have noted Youths have been sometimes petticoated If so there must be danger in 't Statutes against it live in Print Search her examine all the nicks For I do hate those Players tricks Glad of the Office Squires begin To strip her to the very skin Quoth Capon hold to end the strife And 't please you Sir she is my Wife A Woman right Yes Sir quoth she Your Men know that as well as he She had a quick and piercing sight And found they Servants were to Knight Nay then quoth Hudibras if she Be leefull lawful Wife to thee Enquire no further Squires forbear And touch not the forbidden Ware Quoth she I thank your love for that Your Men I knew would harm me not Quoth Hudibras Friend take her to thee And many a good turn may she do thee His Passion now left to be wild As sleep came on so he grew mild He found the Night look monsterous grim And Morpheus had surprized him He gapes and yawnes and nods his head Summons that call Mortals to bed What is 't a Clock quoth he d'ye think One would have thought he'ad been in drink Sure it draws neer to break of day And I have something more to say Oh Brother that you could me help But you are better skill'd in Kelp For which he was about to get A Patent but was chous'd of it Since then quoth he the Charge is mine To quicken Spirits fill some Wine And having ta'ne a glass or two As Cicero did use to do When he in Councel sat up late For benefit of Roman State He Temples rub to whet his Wits And gravely down again he sits Quoth he your Crimes are great I know But we to anger now are slow Justice is pictur'd blind and the Reason is ' cause she will not see And though some say she is Impartial 'T is found contrary in each Martial Or that she should not lend an Ear To this or that for love or fear Now that we fear you not you know And love you can't what Snake in Bo Some for you are our Enemies 'Twixt these Extreams then your Case lyes So that a moderate way we must Find out or you are all but dust And that must full of Honour be Or else we loose the Glory We By Conquest won and now I hit it This 't is to be so ready witted By laws of Armes we are to give Quarter to him desires to live What he is Master of is Ours Excepting life all 's in our Powers For such ner'e Valour understood That kills his Enemy in cool blood It Murder is conceiv'd by some Of which wee 'l wash our hands come come Now one would think he call'd for Water But mark I pray what follow'd after We made you Prisoners by our Might And all you have is ours by right But as the truly generous Spirit Minds nothing more then Honours merrit So all the Plunder is our due We gratis do restore to you And as you are parte per pale But half soul'd things and therefore frail Wee 'l grant you so your liberty As may with Honour best agree There 's several wayes which are not strange Upon Parol or in Exchange Now Fortune was so just a Guide That all the losse was on your side And there the Case does differ much Prisoners you are you have none such Others have left a Guage behind 'Till their return which is to bind But wee 'l direct a neerer way For you to walk without more stay Y 'ave plentifully fed on food And therefore 't is but reason good Without more words or further beckoning You presently discharge the Reckoning Then cast your Caps up all and cry Long live our Noble Enemy Begar me vill do no sush ting Quoth Quack me say Viva de King Of mine Countrey vat me to do To make sush Preachament pour you Me no deny to pay mine share Pour mine self and mine Servants dear And me vill pay no more begar Pour all you be de Man of Warr. I tell you once again y' are dust If you deny a thing so just Quoth Hudibras if we once fly on You 'l find what 't is to wake a Lion Have we you treated more like Friends Then Enemies and 's this the mends Squires to your Arms seize all they have Only their dirty Vitals save Now Hudibras begins to rant Lo what it is for Man to want Sleep Man but two eyes has in 's head Must they be ever opened What serves lids for who like Watch-cases Should close eyes up safe in their places But when the brains boyl over pot Then are the lids made fiery hot And stiffe they cannot shut the eyes And
Mittimus quoth Justice then For what wherefore for whom and when Exponere And who shall serve it Let such have beating that deserve it The Constable nor Tything-man Will do 't if they avoid it can Besides did Justice er'e obtrude A Mittimus on Multitude And your own Eyes have seen that I Who am above it they defie For all conclude or else they 'r Fools The Workman's better then his tools In brief for Brevity's the best To such will not here out the rest I 'm confident and dare aver Not one man on our side will stir The Remedy we have is this Bought Wit is best Nor is it miss Applyed here which bids be wary Of such who are Ubiquitary Quoth Hudibras why Brother Jus I wonder you should Cackel thus Has the Hen trod you Is your Comb Cut and no Cock at dunghil-home Prevaricate turn Cat in Pan Be lesse then Beast yet seem a Man Do you wear Beard and want a Face To add a Credit to your Place Too much the Proverb now should hit In you to have more hair then wit The Romans shav'd themselves so clean The face of Justice might be seen But you obscure it with a Grove Where Maggots Nest in Neighbour-love Or like the Creeping Syrian King When he with Beasts went a Banquetting What strange Coherence doth bewitch Your Worships Nose to Plow-mans breech I do request your learned Noddle Tell me what 's that in Pan you coddle For Brains you have not I suppose Unless they drop out of your Nose Are you a Magistrate per se Or insufficientem te To which o th' Nounes do you incline Your Gender sure 's not Masculine Rather the Doubtful like long Megs And scarce can stand on your own legs The Sword on Shoulder was mis-laid When kneel down Gent. rise Knight was said And he that made thee Justice-dasher Did spoil Sir Reverence a good Thrasher Nay quoth Sir Guill I promise you Bro. Hud something he said was true And now for Councel well may pass Though one would take him for an Ass Not to run farther into th' Briers Is all that his advice requires And truly unlesse we were stronger I think 't not safe to stay here longer Quoth then Sir Justice 't is all one To me to stay or to be gone But I think packing is the the best For beating this is but Earnest To after Payments that will follow When as the Rout Triumphs and hollow If you at good advice will rave Abuse your Friends when none you have Take Pepper in Nostrello when You want a Box to put it in I care not a Fleas-biting for All your great din pudder and stir And as a wiser then you all Did speak in house beyond the Hall If without cause you angry be Be pleas'd without amends for me And since all words are held but wind Your Girdles buckle turn behind I 'le not be bug beard at the word Of Colonel Cramp or wise Sir Turd I 've seen a Knight ere I saw you Quoth Hudibras scarce one so true Mine currant and of older stampt Then thine that is but lately vampt Mine will be lasting thine decay The More 's your shame as I may say Quoth Justice then for one may see You 're Cobler but in Heraldry And If I don't mistake my Note You basely have abac'd your Coat For he can be no Childe of Honour That shall for favours spurn at th' Donor As for my part though mine were latter I shall stick still to the first matter I will obedient be to Powers That are above me not to yours And in my Neighbours love will dy I value not wherefore nor why Quoth Hudibras to horse a Curse Upon this Town Malignants Nurse And doth derive part of its name From whom at first Tyranny came May darkness seize upon your dwellings That have eclips'd my high Excellings May all your Wives be leapt by Clown And your fine Bread be turn'd to Brown May all your Cattel dye o th' Rot And not a piece be had for Pot Or Spit and may your Children mutter When Kine want Milk and they want Butter Quoth Justice then thou art no Christian A Turk or Jew or Tribe Philistian Get to thy Crew from hence for shame Least on thy back light all the blame So part they did with Anger eager As frowns on Brows and Visage meager The Squires were call'd from Tipling-Cell Not dreaming of what had befel Armed with Liquor Male they stride Thir sturdy Steeds and on they ride leaving Sir Justice out of Peace Fretting and melting in 's own greace And unto Town famous for Hogs Butchers and their like Mastiffe-dogs And for a Witch that once liv'd there Not unlike Falstaffe in Shakespeare But more for fight when Londoneers In Thames were dipt or'e head and ears And some Limbless in Carts were sent As Presents unto Parliament Which made a foul House and no doubt Was ill Resented when smelt out Thither they haste but in their way Latet in anguis some rubslay At distance mile from Town there stood An Amphitheatre of Wood Back'd pretty strong a Form or Bench Where sat Sir Capon and his Wench A Plank for Stage some five yards high With Curtain most conveniently On which Sir Hud whose eyes were walking Perceiv'd a fellow gape or talking Sometimes expanding arms then clutch His fists or point to thumb as much His head was in perpetual motion His eyes the same to put off lotion And tongue he had more swift then Jack Which alwayes ran knick knack knick knack For through his teeth such jangling went As one would think his gums were wrent Spectators many stood before To see the Knacks he had in store With Algate-Mouths Saracens Ear They gape to taste as mad to hear On either side of Theater Were plac'd two Tubs of sturdy Beer And Wenches that for Novelties Sold Ginger-bread and Pudding-pies Which fodder was unto the Cattel As when Train-band do enter battel This made the Knights and Squires to pawse A while and sift into the cause What can this mean quoth Hudibras To Knight Sir Guill must we not pass Does Courage so adapt my blade That Multitudes do Ambuscade Day thou art fatal yet bright Honour Shall say I still will wait upon her Be bold troop up defie the Foe Hold quoth Sir Guill I say not so Observe you not you ' man of Zeal A blest Tipe o th' Common-weal With held up hands and devout eyes He doubtless is at Exercise His Faculties in labour are To feed the Soul even through the Ear A Work of Grace he is a doing Then soberly let us be going Curb in the Reins of wicked Horse And pace like men that have remorse For ah alack no blows controul As words that cudgel do the Soul For they like to Achilles Speare Both wound and heal or I 'm not here So on they amble to the place Where Monsieur spake with a boon grace Begar me kill you all an den