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A59606
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Poikilophronesis, or, The different humours of men
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Shaw, Samuel, 1635-1696.
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Wing S3042; ESTC R10737
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Frank if it must be but a Glass it shall be as big as a looking Glass Exeunt Grindon and Fawns Free Call in Stephen Sad. Speed He 'll make you all Melancholick I doubt Sir Free Poor man possibly we may make him merry Exit Speed A very honest fellow But he 's always laying one thing or other to Heart present or future If he feels nothing to trouble him yet he fears something Enter Speed with Sad and Merry skipping after them Mer. Oh Derry derry my Rent is paid my Rent is paid Oh Derry derry my Rent is paid is paid And fye upon all Fools That are such very Tools That their Rent is unpaid unpay'd Free Why how now Moses who sent for you Mer. If 't please your Worship I 'm like ill Weather I come without sending for And as the fair Fountain springs and springs Which by no Mud is stay'd E'ne so poor Merry sings and sings Because his Rent is pay'd He claps sad on the back Come have a good Heart Stephen thy Rent's pay'd too lad Sad. Ay Moses but Lady-day will come after Michaelmas Mer. Ay and Michaelmas after that again And so the year goes round But let 's be merry whilst we may Till we be under ground Sad. Sure Moses you draw a light Harrow You are always full of mirth I know but what makes you so full of Rhymes Mer. Why should not the Heart sympathize with the Purse and be both light together Who can sing so merry a Note As he that cannot change a Groat And as for rhyming lad thou know'st Alum stalum non est malum Poet and Pot differ but in a Letter The Pot oh th' Pot does make me rhyme the better Sad. But how many poor People of the same make with our selves are now crying for Bread and lamenâ—ing in Prose Mer. And who can help it Lad they must e'ne put their Tears into Tune and then they will be as merry as Moses Sad. Oh but can you think of this great Tax that is coming and be so merry Mer. Tax Stephen I am thinking further than so I am thinking how merry we shall be when we have conquer'd France and drink nothing but Claâ—â—â— Sad. Ah Moses I wish I may never want good small beer till then In the mean time whilst the Grass grows the Steed starves I doubt we shall want Whey before we get Clarett Mer. Why Lad we 'll make the Pigs drink Water before we 'll want Whey Have a good heart Stephen Come cast away Care For sure we are The Parish is bound to find us Thou must die And so must I And leave this World behind us Sad. Ah Moses Moses if we come to the Parishes finding I doubt we shall go with many a short Meal Mer. Nay Stephen so they be but many I care not how short they are a little and often is the best feeding Sad. But what if the Turks or French come in upon us and cut our Throats Mer. Why then our Breath will go out of the Gap And is noâ— that as good as if it went out at our Nostrils Sad. What if the Sea should overflow this Island Mer. Then we should have plenty of Fish and that 's very good Victuals Sad. But what if the Sky should fall Mer. Then we should catch plenty of Larks which are now worth six pence a dozen Sad. I pray thee now Moses be not so mad-headed Who can be merry that lives in an Age of Fools and Knaves and Beggars and Mad men as we do Mer. And I pray thee Stephen who can help it There will be Fools and Knaves as long as you and I â—ive and Beggars too as long as my Landlord lives Free Why Merry do I make any Beggars Mer. I beg your Worships pardon I mean whilst there are any rich â—ere will be some poor to bestow their Estutes upon else what should they be rich for Cas Gentlemen I do advise you to beware of Extremes Stephen it is good to be thoughtful but not frightful to be cautious but not jealous to be â—â—using but not misdeeming Take heed your grave Seriousness do not â—urn into Sadness or however be sure it be sober sadness And you Moses in all your Merriment remember to be merry and wise Mer. I thank your grave Adviâ—e Reverend Father I will be sure to remember the first and as for the latter I leave it amongst you Book-learn'd Men make the best you can of it But they say one cannot be wise and merry too If it can be then I cray you Wise Men rest ye merry Exeunt Merry and Sad. Enter Kester Killagâ—ew Kill Your Worships most humble servant Sir Francis Free What Kester Art thou come again I 'm glad to see thee thou art welcome into England again Thou hast scap't many a scowring I warrant thee amongst the Teagues Kill Scap't many a scowring Ay Sir and so must every body that comes there I believe they are the greatest fluts in Nature They made no washing till I came to wash 'em in â—â—eir own Blood Free In their own Urine rather Kill Why has any body told your Worship what havock I have made there Besides the many hundreds thaâ— I have killed I have made thousands bepiss ' em Free I warrant thou canst shew me many a fair wound Kester Kill Ay Sir Francis and these in fair places too But it is no matter for troubling your Worship with such a sad sight Besides it may be these strangers are squeamish or cowardly and cannot or dare not look upon Wounds But good Sir Francis how do my Wife and Children amongst you I have not been at home yet I made my first visit to your Worship Free They are all well at home Kester as you left ' em Kill Blest Heavens do favour Williams Friends And all that to their welfare tends Lilly boâ—aro c. I hope I am come in good time Landlord to pay my Michaelmas Rent Free In the very nick of time Kester that is if thou hast brought any Money with thee Kest Money Landlord Hold your Hand my half years Rent is ten pound here 's nine Guinneys and six and six pence in Silver I pray enter it into your book Free Oh brave Kester I did not think the whole Teague-land could have turn'd out so much Gold Thou hast stript some Captain or Collonel whom some body else had kill'd Kill Some body else Sir with these Hands Free What with these Hands I pray you Kill I kill'd that Rogue St. Ruth Free St. Ruth why he was kill'd with a Cannon Bullet Kill Ay ay Sir Francis he had a thump o' th' breast with a sixteen pounder and was mask'rd but this Sword ended his wretched days And Sarsfields too Free Sarsfields Why Sarsfield is gone into France Kill Well but I had certainly kill'd him if he had not gone so that indeed the taking of Limbrick is owing to me Hel. Why was you at the Siege of Limbrick Kill