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The lettin[g] of humours blood in the head-vaine with a new morissco, daunced by seauen satyres, vpon the bottome of Diog[e?]nes tubbe.
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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33. Laugh good my Maisters if you can intend it For yonder comes a Foole that will defend it Saw you a verier Asse in all your life That makes himselfe a pack-horse to his wife I would his nose where I could wish were warme For carrying Pearle so prettie vnder 's arme Pearle his wiues dog a pretty sweete-fac'd curre That barkes a nightes at the least fart doth sturre Is now not well his cold is scarcely brooke Therefore good Hisband wrap him in thy cloake And sweet hart preethee helpe me to my Maske Hold Pearle but tender for he hath the laske Heere take my Muffe do you heare good man Now giue me Pearle and carry you my Fanne Alacke poore Pearle the wretch is full of paine Hisband take Pearle giue me my Fanne againe See how he quakes fayth I am like to weepe Come to me Pearle my Scarfe good hisband keepe To be with me I know my Puppie loues Why Pearle I say Hisband take vp my Gloues Thus goodman Idiot thinkes himselfe an Earle That he can please his wife and carry Pearle But other iudge his state to be no higher Then a Dogges yeoman or some pippin Squier EPIG 34. What 's he that fits â—nd takes a nappe Fac'd like the North wind of a mappe And sleeping to the wind doth nod T is Bacchus coosen Bellie-god EPIG 35. Seuerus is extreame in elloquence In perfum'd wordes plung'd ouer head and eares He doth create rare phrase but rarer sence Fragments of Latine all about he beares Vnto his Seruingman alias his Boy He vtters speach exceeding quaint and coy Deminitiue and my defectiue slaue Reach my corpes couerture immediately My pleasures pleasure is the same to haue T'insconce my person from frigiditie His man beleeues all 's Welch his Maister spoke Till he railes English Roage go fetch my cloke EPIG 36. Why should the Mercers trade a Satten sute With Cookes grease be so wickedly polute The reason is the scandall and defame Grew that a greasie slouen weares the same EPIG 37. An honest Vicker and a kind consort That to the Alehouse friendly would resort To haue a game at Tables now and than Or drinke his pot as soone as any man As faire a gamster and as free from braull As euer man should need to play withall Because his hostesse pldg'd him not carouse Rashly in choller did forsweare her house Taking the glasse this was the oath he swore Now by this drinke I le nere come hither more But mightely his Hostesse did repent For all her guestes to the next Alehouse went Following their Vickers steps in euery thing He led the parrish euen by a string At length his auncient Hostesse did complaine She was vndone vnlesse he came againe Desiring certaine friendes of hers and his To vse a pollecie which should be this Because with coÌ„ming he should not forsweare him To saue his oath they on their backes might beare him Of this good course the Vicket well did thinke And so they allwaies carried him to drinke FINIS SATYRES Your Sceane is done depart you Epigrammes Enter Goat-footed Satyres butt like Rammes Come nimbly foorth Why stand you on delay O-ho the Musique-tuning makes you stay Well friske it out nimbly you slaues begin For now me thinkes the Fidlers handes are in 1. WHo haue we here Behold him and be mute Some mightie man I le warrant by his sute If all the Mercers in Cheapside shew such I le giue them leaue to giue me twice asmuch I thinke the stuffe is namelesse he doth weare But what so ere it be it is huge geare Marke but his gate and giue him then his due Some swaggring fellow I may say to you It seemes Ambition in his bigge lookes shroudes Some Centaure sure begotten of the Cloudes Now a shame take the buzard is it he I know the ruffaine now his face I see On a more gull the Sunne did neuer shine How with a vengance comes the soole so fine Some Noble mans cast Sute is fallen vnto him For buying Hose and Doblet would vndo him But wote you now whither the buzard walkes I into Paules for sooth and there he talkes Of forraine tumults vttring his aduice And prouing Warres euen like a game at dice For this sayes he as euery gamster knowes Where one side winnes the other side must loose Next speach he vtters is his stomackes care Which ordinarie yeeldes the cheapest fare Or if his pursse be out of tune to pay Then he remembers t is a fasting day And then he talketh much against excesse Swearing all other Nations eate farre lesse Then Englishmen experience you may get In Fraunce and Spaine where he was neuer yet With a score of Figges and halfe a pint of Wine Some foure or fine will very hugely dine Mee thinkes this tale is very huge in sound That halfe a pint should serue fiue to drinke round And twentie Figges could feed them full and fat But trauellers may lye who knowes not that Then why not he that trauels in conceit From East to West when he can get no meate His Iorney is in Paules in the backe Isles Wher 's stomacke counts each pace a huÌ„dred miles A tedious thing though chaunce will haue it such To trauaile so long baytlesle sure t is much Some other time stumbling on wealthy Chuffes Worth gulling then he swaggers all in huffes And tels them of a prize he was at taking Wil be the ship-boyes childrens childrens making And that a Mouse could finde no roome in holde It was so pesterd all with pearle and golde Vowing to pawne his head if it were tride They had more Rubies then wold paue Cheapsid A thousand other grosle and odious â—ies He dares auouch to blind dull Iudgements eyes Not caring what he speake or what he sweare So he gaine credite at his hearers care Sometimes into the Royall Exchange hee 'le droppe Clad in the ruines of a Brokers shoppe And there his tongue runs by as on affaires No talke but of commodities and wares And what great wealth he lookes for ery wind From God knowes where the place is hard to find If newes be harkend for then he preuailes Setting his mynt a worke to coyne false tales His tongues-end is betipt with forged chat Vttring rare lyes to be admired at Hee le tell you of a tree that he doth know Vpon the which Rapiers and Daggers grow As good as Fleetstreete hath in any shoppe which being ripe downe into scabbards droppe He hath a very peece of that same Chaire In which Caesar was stabb'd Is it not rare He with his feete vpon the stoones did tread That Sathan brought bad Christ make theÌ„ bread His wondrous trauels challenge such renowne That Sir Iohn Maundiuell is quite put downe Men without heades and Pigmies hand-bredth hie Those with one legge that on their backes do lie And do the weathers iniurie disdaie Making their legges a penthouse for the raine Are tut and tush not any thing at all His