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Scarronides: or, Virgile travestie A mock-poem. Being the first book of Virgils Æneis in English, burlésque.
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Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 1.
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Wing C6391; ESTC R225151
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Though he have but a Hose on 's Head And I could wish that the same weather That blew your tatter'd Scullers hither Would blow AEneas hither too And then there were no more to do But I 'll send out my Men who knows But he may now be picking Sloes In our Town-Woods or getting Nuts For very need to fill his Guts AEneas in his Misty Cloak Heard every word Queen Dido spoke Her Hony-words made his Mouth water And he e'en twitter'd to be at her But he was so o're joy'd he stood Like a great Sloven made of Wood And could not speak though he were willing Would one have g'in him Forty shilling At last his Friend jog'd him with 's hand How like a Logger-head you stand Quoth he for certainly I think Thou' rt either mad or in thy drink Dost thou not see our Friends all round Excepting one whom we saw drown'd And all as well as Heart can wish And yet thou stand'st as mute as Fish Scarce had he spoke but off he threw His Mantle made of Mists so-blew And stood as plainly to be seen As any there God blesse the Queen For 's Mother had so dizend him That he should shew both neat and trim Though truly he was but an od man Paâ—… Splay-mouth'd Crump-shoulder'd like the Goâ—… Yet could he not i' th' nick invent Her Majesty a Complement But scratcht his Head and gan to sputter His elbow rub'd and kept a clutter â—…opping and mowing till at last All difficulties over-past In Courtly-Phrase it thus came out Madam quoth he your humble Trout â—…hat same AEneas whom you prize thus â—…s here without Deceptio Visus 〈◊〉 that same very man am here And come to tast of your good Chear O Dido Primrose of Perfection Who only grantest kind Protection To wandring Trojans how shall wee E'er pay Thee for this Courtesie We never can my dainty Friend Then let Jove do 't and there 's an end Thus having ended his fine Speech Towards the Queen he turn'd his Breech And spoke to 's men sayes Lads how i st Come give me every one a Fist How dost thou Guy and S rs how do ye Now by my troth I 'm glad to see you 'T is better being here I trow Then where we were a while a go No longer since then yesterday Welcome to Tyre as I may say With that to shaking hands they fall And he most friendly shak't them all Surely he was no Counterfeiter No Bandog could have shak't 'em better Queen Dido ravish'd to behold The Carriage Sweet of this Springold Star'd for a while as she 'd look through him And then thus brake her mind unto him O Thou who'st so finely bin bred And com'n art such honest kindred By what strange luck hast thou been hurry'd As if the Fates would thee have worry'd 'T is strange thou hast not burst thy hoops Th' ast been so bang'd about the stoops Art Thou AEneas with great Ware So famous for a Cudgel-player Whom Venus with her fine devices Bore that old Knocker good Anchises My Father Belus went with Teucer I think he had not many Sprucer To take possession of an Island That was some Twenty Rood of dry-land And he still gave great commendations Of Trojans 'bove all other Nations He could have nam'd you all by dozens And told me you and he were Cousins Therefore young Men to Carthage you Are welcome without more a do I have my self I 'de have you know Been driven to my shifts e'er now And therefore in my Jurisdiction Pitty a Beast that 's in Affliction With that she stretched forth a hand So white it made AEneas stand Amaz'd to see 't for know that shee Still wash't her Hands in Chamber-Lee And led AEneas in kind fashion Towards her Graces Habitation And made a Curtzy at the dore And pray'd him to go in before But he most courteously cry'd no I hope I 'm better bred then so But let him say what he say could Dido swore Faith and Troth he should Well quoth AEneas I see still Women and Fools must have their will And thereupon without more talking Enters before her proudly stalking Scarce were they got within the dores But Dido call'd her Maids all Whores And a great coyle and scolding kept Because the House was not clean swept Then all in hast away she sends Victuals unto AEneas friends Pease-Porridge Bacon Puddings Sowse O' th' very best she had i' th' house Butter and Curds Cheeses plenty To fill their Guts that were full empty Bidding them eat and never save it But call for more and they should have it This being â—…ne the dainty Queen Conducts the Trojans further in Into a Parlour neat she takes 'um And there most fairly welcome makes 'um She serv'd 'um drink and victuals up As long as they would eat or sup Whilst each one there so play'd the Glutton That he was forced to unbutton No sooner had the Trojans bold Stuff'd their Guts full as they would hold But that AEneas streight begun All-to-bethink him of his Son Now you must know that he had had A wench and by that wench a Lad. The Lasse I reason had to name When be it spoken to their shame The Greeks when first they took Troy City Did thrust to death without all pity Of woman-kind sure as I breath The first that ever dy'd that death His Son Ascanius hight a Page About some dozen years of age This Boy AEneas sent Achates To fetch quoth he since we feed gratis Why should not now my little Bastard That I dare swear will prove no dastard Come to Queen Dido's House and Feast As we have done o' th' very Best Go fetch him then and let him bring 's Out of my Coffer those gay things I sav'd at Troy which for their fineness He shall present unto her Highness There is a Riding-hood and safe-guard Of yellow Lace bound with a brave guard Which Hellen wore the very day That Paris stole her quite away Then there 's a Distaffe neatly wrought That Paris too for Hellen bought For carved-work fit to be seen Betwixt the Leggs of any Queen And then there is a fair great Ruffe Made of a pure and costly Stuffe To wear about her Highness Neck Like M rs Cockaynes in the Peake And last a Quoife wrought gorgeously With Tinsell and Blew-Coventry Then go as fast as th' canst I preethee And bring him and these Presents with thee Away goes he as he was bidden Running as fast as he had ridden But Venus that same cunning Dame Had yet another Trick to play ' um She had no very good Opinion Of your so smooth tongu'd Carthaginian Nor knew she but the Queen might be As full of Craft as Courtesie And she was sure that Juno would Do all the Mischief that