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A54012
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Pendragon, or, The carpet knight his kalendar
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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1698
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Wing P1142; ESTC R2343
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has a fair Estate But 't is a Fop so full of Prate So disagreeable a Person He very much is my Aversion There 's no Man pays me such Devoirs As Serjeant Wigeon 'mongst the Lawyers But wo be to his wedded Wife Now he has laid aside his Coif And spends whole Nights in Broils and Roaring In Taverns and in double Whoring Since Age if not too much decay'd You can dispense with quoth the Maid Pray Madam how d' you like Squire Hugh Fough Nasty Fellow I shall spue Quoth she Nay answer'd Thomasine You wrong him for he 's very clean And neither Money wants nor Wit No matter do not make me spit Said she And going on with more They hear a Rapping at the Door Up Thomasine starts holds fast the Latch And crys Who are you there A Wretch Quoth Voice without an humble Slave The very'st Vassal that you have Which Voice betray'd it being a hoarse one The Devil they did last discourse on Hah Hugo then the Lady said Enter not here I 'm in my Bed Without another VVord be gone And leap from Top to Bottom down This is no time a Day to visit Unless y' had Bus'ness to sollicit And so I have quoth he My Heart Is wholly yours Quoth she A Fart And swell'd as if she 'd burst with Choler For want of utt'rance of her Dolour While Hugh without doors says he 'll thank her If she 'll assuage her cruel Rancour And promis'd he would straightways leave her Provided she will grant the Favour To condescend to bless his Eyes VVith a View of her as she lies Engaging not t' advance one Step. Selena agrees to let him peep But tipt the VVink and made a Sign VVell understood by Thomasine VVho plaid her part and pinch'd full sore His Noddle 'twixt the Post and Door But let him draw it back for fear Of damaging the surdous Ear. Now while the Maid secures the Lock The Lady leaps out in her Smock VVith all speed possible puts on Her Shooes and her loose-body'd Gown Advancing threw the Door wide open And bid her Maid she should not stop him Enrag'd she vents her fell Displeasure Thus rounding him beyond all Measure Can you conceive that I 'll dispense VVith this unequal'd Impudence To me of making your Pretence As well the Cobler might address Himself with Passion to Queen Bess And hope from her as good Success Thy Phiz more tough than Parents Leather Is able to out-wear the Weather Out-face the bright Meridian Sun When lowing Herds to Coverts run 'T is such no Scandal Guilt nor Shame Can pump up Blush into the same Hold and contain your self quoth he You 're out of Breath with Raillery Come pretty Lady you must lack it A Virgin may say Nay and take it Quoth she Be gone thou filthy Monster Fly from my sight for if I once stir My Foot and on the Board stamp thrice Footmen with Cudgels shall arise To give the swinging Bastinado For which if thou art pleas'd to stay do Quoth he Since you 're so humoursom Farewell I say no more but Mum. I know you 'll look for all you 're vext More kindly when I see you next And Mistriss Thomasine with a P x I sha'n't forget your Christmas-Box And thus compell'd the Field to quit He made inglorious Retreat So Tory when he would prevail For kind Caresses waggs his Tail But when his Master chides he flags And sneaking claps it 'twixt his Legs Selena too as much put out is Of humour first i' th' Hoititoities She rants and swears and stares and flings About her Clothes and tears her Things Breaks China clatters Looking-glasses And calls him Twenty thousand Asses Thom'sine to put her by this Chafing Set Thumbs to Sides and fell a laughing At that the Lady on a sudden Chang'd her bad Humour for a good one Bursts out into a Fit of Laughter And eas'd her self by making Water Gets on her Clothes with little pains Drest a-la-mode en negligence With a lac'd Scarf and Vizor-Masque on She gathers up her Galligascoins And in St. Iames's Park she walks Where by the Ponds of Ducks and Drakes By lucky Chance and help of Scout Bold Sir Pendragon finds her out Who bearing up unto her close Strikes Sail and then attack's her thus Sweet Lady whose Perfumes environ Your Slaves and draw like Grapling-iron When you have boarded us per Force Pray how d' you use your Prisoners Those who have Worth quoth she I rifle Others I value not a trifle Being yours quoth he then by Reprisal Tell me my Doom Quoth she Go whistle For I believe you have no Treasure Of value nor in Weight nor Measure And so perhaps you 'll lose quoth he A Prize thro' Infidelity I may said she do so perhaps But Taste is flat in wither'd Grapes And no Knight ever won my Grace Of th' Order of th' Ill-favour'd Face Well quoth Sir Knight this your Reflexion I grant would be enough to vex one Who has no other able Talents That may with handsom Features balance But Worth in Secret often lies You 'd fain insinuate she replies That you 're possest of Treasure hidden Which is too good to be forbidden And bear about you conceal'd Merit Relating to your Flesh or Spirit The first I must suppose but weak The latter for its self can speak For Nothing 's less a Secret than The vast Productions of your Brain Which like a common Prostitute Yields daily most unwholesom Fruit Of which throughout the Kingdom surfeits And it encreases not cures her Fits Altho' the Press no Prints produces For more Variety of Uses To Pies and Tarts your Papers cling And make Band-boxes Covering Beside the many thousand Pages Back-side receives and Privy lodges Since then sufficiently you 're known I need not bid you to be gone And haste home to your Pen and Ink-horn He star'd like Devil over Lincoln His Speech being stopp'd thro' Wrath Wonder They parted several Ways asunder Thus Days and Hours and Minutes fly While the Sun goes thro' Gemini To all alike not pleasantly Great Wits as well as Heroe's Great Are never always Fortunate June's CANTO ARGUMENT Selena's well never look'd finer Laugh'd more nor eat a heartier Dinner Sir Grog'ram wooes with costly Present With other Matters not unpleasant Which as you find them represented Are very eas'ly apprehended CANTO AT the Sun's entring into th' Crab he Makes the long Day of bright Barnaby When our fam'd Lady no less bright Triumphs o'er both the Squire and Knight The first repuls'd with Box o' th' Ear The latter struck with Shame and Fear Of losing what he never had His Heart was sunk and very sad Which drove him almost to Despair I say Not quite but very near Of ever getting Ladies Favour At least so as to Hold and Have her Whom for a time we leave to forage On his own preternat'ral Courage And keep th' Head-Quarters of Affliction In Philosophy's Jurisdiction While we shall