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The coblers prophesie. Written by Robert Wilson. Gent
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Wilson, Robert, d. 1600.
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roome is made I tel thee yet there is no roome Raph I pre thee tel me one thing Ch: That I wil Raph what 's the matter Rap: Charon why doth thy face looke so black and thou vse somuch the water Cha: O night was my mother this is hir marke I cannot wash it off Codrus farewell Co: Charon Adieu Exit Ra: Botesman Ch: Hagh Exit Ra: There 's a scoffe that 's a waterman indeed VVell I must to God Mars for all this I would I could meete my souldier agen Exit Enter Emnius Courtier solus Emn: Euen as the Eagle soares against the sunne And spite of Phoebus shine pries in his face Euen as the swordfish meetes the mighty VVhale And puts the hugie monster to disgrace So Emnius thoughts intending to aspire Sore gainst the sunne and fleete in wrathfull yre The Duke the sunne that dazles Emnius eyes The Duke the hugie VVhale that ouer-beares mee But I will gaze and blinde him too ere long And play the swordfish though he little feares mee The lesse suspected sooner shall I strike him And this my reason is for I mislike him His Daughter with inticing words is woone mine owne But I disdaine her were shee fairer farre Tush t is for rule I cast and Princely throne The state of Prince brighter than brightest starre And who doth hinder Emnius but the Duke And therefore who should perish but the Duke Shortly a solemne hunting he entends And who but I is put in chiefest trust VVell I le be trustie if my Pistol hold In loue and kingdomes Ioue will prooue vniust He dead I wed his Heire and onely Daughter And so shall winne a Crowne by one mans slaughter Suppose he haue beene kinde liberall and free VVhy I confesse it but it s my desire To be as able to bestow as hee And till I can my hart consumes in fire O soueraigne glory chiefest earthly good A Crowne to which who would not wade through blood Then ruthles of his life doo I resolue To wait my time till I haue wrought his end He dies the Duke shall die and Emnius raigne VVere he my father or a dearer friend Teares shall not hinder praiers shall not intreate mee But in his throne by blood I soone will seate mee Enter Souldier Raph Mars his lame Porter in rustie armour and a broken bill the Herrald with a pensill and colours Raph Art thou one of God Mars his traine Alas good father thou art lame To be a souldier farre vnlustie Thy beard is gray thy armour rustie Thy bill I thinke be broken too Porter Friend make not thou so much adoo My lamenes comes by warre My armours rustines comes by peace A maimed souldier made Mars his Porter Lo this am I now questioning cease Raph And what are you A Painter with your pensill and your colours braue Her: No Painter but a Herrald sirrha to decipher a Gentleman from a knaue Raph Pray sir can yee Gentleman and knaue it both in one man and yee can sir I pray you doo it in me Her: Indeed I cannot in thy selfe For all is knaue that is in thee Raph Sing one two and three sing after mee And so shall we right well agree Soul: Sir take no heed what he doth say His foolish humor you doo see But tell me pray are you a Herrald Her: I am Soul: I should haue rather tooke you to haue beene Appelles prentise you were with colours so prouided In auntient times haue Heralds beene esteemd And held companions for the greatest Kings Augustus Caesar made a law so did Antonius too That without Herralds graue aduice Princes shoulde nothing doo Her: VVell then was then these times are as they be VVe now are faine to wait who growes to wealth And come to beare some office in a towne And we for money help them vnto Armes For what cannot the golden tempter doe Sould: A lamentable thing it is but tell vs I intreate VVhere might we finde adored Mars Her: From hence sir you to Venus Court must passe Adowne the hill the way is steepe smooth sleeke as any glasse Goe by the dore of Dalliance and if you there him mis Aske Nicenes for she best can tell where hir faire Lady is Both day and night the dores are ope The strongest closet dore is but of fethers made Rush boldly in stand not to aske and neuer be afraide Soul At Venus Court sir doe you say that Mars is to be found Por: Gentleman we haue told yee truth although vnto our harts it be a wound For searching as wee bid you sir No doubt a wondrous hap But you shall finde God Mars a sleepe On Lady Venus lap This one thing more you cannot come The way you thither passe T is dangerous the hills too sleepe and slipperie all as glasse Take this of me the fairest way from Venus Court is beggerie There are more waies but they are worse and threaten more extreamitie Her: I that 's for such as thither passe Of pleasure and of will But these for other purpose goe Doubt therefore sir no ill Soul: I thanke you both that haue vs warned by your skill Ra: I and I le end with a Prophecie for your good will You thinke it is a pleasant iest To tell the times of peace and rest But hee that liues to ninetie nine Into the hundreds shall decline Then shall they speake of a strange time For it will be a woondrous thing To see a Carter lodge with a King Townes shall be vnpeopled seene And markets made vpon the greene This will be as true I tell yee all As Coblers vse the thred and nall And so because that all men are but morter I leaue the paltrie Herrald and the Porter Soul: I pre thee come away Gentlemen with thankes I take my leaue Her: Adiew good sir Por: Farewell vnto you both Exeunt omnes Enter Contempt and Venus Con: Come Lady Loue now bore we Mars thou mine I thine beloude Venus Ah my Contempt it will be spide too soone So shall our pleasures haue a bitter end Prouide some place for I am big with childe And cleane vndone if Mars my guilt espie Cont: Sweet Venus be assurde I haue that care But you perchaunce will coylie scorne the place Venus What its some Abbie or a Nunnerie Con: No they abound with much hypocrisie Ven: Is it a Gentlemans or a Farmers house Con: Too much resort would there bewray your being Ve. Some Husbandmans some Inne some cleanly ale-house Con: Neither of these a Spittle louely Loue Ven: What where foule Lazers and loathed Lepors lie Their stinke will chooke thy Venus and hir babe Cont: Why gentle Venus I intreat yee be not ouer nice What thinke ye as the Prouerb goes that beggers haue no lice Procters them selues in euerie Spittle house Haue things as neate as men of more account Ven: But I haue seene euen verie meane mens wiues Against their child-birth so prouide for As all their husbands
THE COBLERS Prophesie Written by Robert Wilson Gent. Printed at London by Iohn Danter for Cuthbert Burbie and are to be sold at his shop nere the Royall-Exchange 1594 THE COBLERS Prophesie Enter Iupiter and Iuno Mars and Venus Apollo after him Bacchus Vulcan limping and after all Diana wringing her hands they passe by while on the stage Mercurie from one end Ceres from another meete CERES FResh Mayas sonne fine witcrafts greatest God Herrald of heauen soule charming Mercurie Tell for thou witst why these celestiall powers Are thus assembled in Boeotia Mercurie Plenties rich Queene cheerer of fainting souls VVhose Altars are adornde with ripend sheaues Know that securitie chiefe nurse of sinne Hath bred contempt in all Boeotia The old are scorned of the wanton yong Vnhallowed hands and harts impurer farre Rend downe the Altars sacred to the Gods Heauen is long suffring and eternall Powers Are full of pitie to peruersest men which made the awful Ruler of the rest Summon this meeting of the heauenly States The first was Iupiter Iuno with him Next Mars and Venus him I know you knew not His Harnesse is conuerted to soft silke His warres are onely wantonings with her That scandalizeth heauen and heapes worlds hate Apollo next then Bacchus belly-God And horned Vulcan forger of heauens fire The last poore Cynthia making woful mone That she is left sweet virgin post alone I am but messenger and must not denounce Til the high senate of the Gods decree it But sacred Ceres if I may diuine In heauen shall Venus vaunt but little time Ceres So pleasde it mighty Ioue the doome were iust Amongst that holy traine what needs there lust Mercurie I see a sort of wondring gazing eyes That doo await the end of this conceit whom Mercurie with wauing of his rod And holy spels inioines to sit and see th' effectuall working of a Prophesie Ceres And Ceres sheds her sweetest swetes in plentie Cast Comfets That while ye stay their pleasure may content ye Now doo I leaue thee Mercury and will into take my place Doo what thou canst in wanton lusts disgrace Mercurie Ceres I will and now I am alone will I aduise me of a messenger That will not faint will not said I Nay shall not faint sent forth by Mercurie I am resolud the next I meete with be it he or she To doo this message shall be sent by me Enter Raph Cobler with his stoole his implements and shooes and sitting on his stoole falls to sing Hey downe downe a downe a downe hey downe downe a downe a Our beauty is the brauest Lasse in all the towne a For beauties sweete sake I sleepe when I should wake shee is so nut browne a. Her cheekes so red as a cherrie do make my hart full merry So that I cannot choose in cobling of my shooes but sing hey derrie derrie downe derrie Zelota his wife within Zelota Go too Raph you le still be singing loue songs it s your fashion Raph Content your selfe wife t is my own recantation No loue song neither but a carrol in beauties condemnatiō Ze: well year best leaue singing and fall to work by by while I to buy meat for our dinner to market doo hie R And you were best leaue your scolding to get you away z And I come to you Raph I le course ye as I did a saterday R Course me snowns I would thou durst come out of dore And thou dost I le knock thee on the head thou arrant thou was not this lustily spoken I warrant she dare not come out Enter Zelota Ze: I le see what yee le doo where are yee goodman Lout He creepes vnder the stoole Ra: O no bodie tell her that I am vnder the stoole Ze: where 's this prating Asse this dizzardly foole Mer: why here I am Dame le ts see what thou canst say Bestirre your Distaffe doo the worst ye may Ze: Alas that euer I was borne to see this sight My Raph is transformed to a wicked spright Ra: Shee lies yfaith I am here vnder the stoole Mer: Let me alone Raph hold thy peace thou foole I am a sprite indeede a fiend which will pursue thee still Vntill I take a full reuenge of all thy proffered ill And for thy former dealings to thy husband hath bin bad I charme thee and inchaunt thee queane Thou henceforth shalt be mad And neuer shall thy foolish brain cut off this franticke fit Till with thy hand vnwillinglie thou murder doe commit He charmes her with his rod Rap: Nay she is mad enough alreadie For she will doe nothing with me but fight And ye make hir more mad she le kill me out right Zel: Make me mad Raph no faith Raph Though thou be a diuell and a spright Nere toll the bell I le not be gossippe The childe shall not be christned to night Goe to the back-house for the boy Bid the tankerd bring the conduit home I le buy no plumme porredge I le not be made such a mome And because thou hast a fine rod Raph I le looke in thy purse by and by And if thou haue any money in it we le drinke the Diuell dry Diuell dry c. Here she runnes about the stage snatching at euerie thing shee sees Raph Out of doubt she is mad indeed See what a coyle she doth keepe Mer. Raph she shall trouble none of vs I le charme her fast a sleepe Zel: Come Raph le ts goe sleepe for thou must mend Queene Guiniuers shooes to morrow I haue a pillowe of my owne I le neither begge nor borrow Exit Mer. So sleepe thy fill now Raph come forth to mee Raph Come forth quoth he marrie God blesse vs Now you haue made my wife mad what shal become of me Mar: Feare not come forth I meane no hurt to thee Rap: VVell I le trust you for once what say yee Mer: Raph hie thee home thou shalt finde vpon thy bed Attire that for a prophets sute shal stand thee in good stead A prophet thou must be and leaue thy worke a while Raph A Prophet speaker Ha ha ha here 's a coyle What are you I pray Mer: I am Mercurie the Messenger of the Gods Raph And I am Raph Cobler twixt vs there is some odds But heare ye God Markedy haue you tetoritie To take a free man of his companie And hinder him to be your Prophet speaker And when ye set him a worke giue him nothing for his labor Mer: I must charme him asleepe or he will still be prating I le please thee well I pre thee Raph sit downe Raph Now I am set would I had a pot of ale Mer: We will haue twaine but first attend my tale He charmes him with his rod asleepe Not farre hence standeth Mars his Court to whom thus see thou say Mars though thou be a Cocke of the game that wontst to croe by day And with thy sharpned spurres the crauen Cockes didst kill and slay Sith