Thomas Duffett [1675], The Mock-tempest: or the Enchanted Castle. Acted at the Theatre Royal. Written By T. Duffett (Printed for William Cademan [etc.], London) [word count] [S36900].
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Act. III.
Scene. II.
Enter Ariel, and Quakero.
Ariel Sings.
Follow me, follow me, hey jolly Robin.
The Moon shines bright,
And Women are light,
And most men had rather eat then fight.
Then leave off your Coging.
And follow me, and follow me hey jolly Robin.
Quak.
Four corners on my bed,
Four beauties therely spred.
If any evil come to me,
O goodness sweet deliver me.
Blessed be thanked, it is now again departed; this Charme I
learn'd in the days of my Paganis-me, before I attain'd to the in-working
and the bowel-yernings of the outgoing of the over-flowings;
but now that I am mounted into the Saddle, and exalted to
the House top, and lifted on the sounding Tub of reformation, I am
above the Fruit-mongers of the hard Streets of stony-heartedness:
and I am above thee Satan—ha it cometh again.
Four corners on my bed.
Ariel Sings.
Turn thy Stocking, and tye thy Shooe hard.
Thy mouth being wash'd, and wip'd thy beard.
Come away, come lets be jogging.
Bo, bo, bo, bo,
Heark, heark, how the Bettern bellows:
Now is the time for good fellows.
To it—to it—to it—to it.
The Citizens Wife.
Leads a merry, merry life,
While her Husband at home does grunt and groan.
Whoo whoo oo oo oo—whoo ooo oo.
Alass poor man he is sick of the yellowes.
Cuckoe, cuckoe.
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Heark, heark, what the little birds tell us.
Cuckoe, cuckoe, cuckoe.
Quak.
Torment me no more thou Hobgoblin, thou Robin-good-fellow,
thou Will with a wisp, thou Spright, thou Fairy, thou,
thou nothing, thou something—ha, what should this be, assuredly
here hath been some Crouder slain against his consent, or murther'd
wrongfully, or else 'tis the Soul of some profane Singing-man
that rejoyceth and gibeth at the death of the Duke my father, Oh!
O! O! it comes again.
Four corners on my bed,
Four beauties—
Ariel. Sings.
Youth, youth of mortal race, give ear,
Thy Daddies dead, thy Daddies dead.
To Stocks his feet, to Pillory his Ear,
To whip of thong his flesh is ay turned;
And tough battoon does thump his bone.
O hone, O hone, O hone, O hone.
Then little youth Nandy.
Drink Ale and Brandy.
His knell is hourly rung on his back.
Heark now I hear it, thwick, thwick, thwack,
Thwick, &c.—thwack.
Quak.
This dolefull madrigal sayes my Father is in Limbo, that is
Mortus est, that is, he is dead, that is, he is departed, he is gone,
he is fled, he is no more; He is, he is, I say, he is, that is, he is not.
His feet Stock-fish, his ears Pilchards, his flesh
Thornback, and Tough Battoon does thump his bone.
O hone, O hone, O hone, O hone.
Friend Quakero, this is no mortal business, though thou hast done
Satan right noteable service in perverting many, beleive him not,
I say believe him not: hast thou forgot how it was resolv'd in a full
dispute, where a friend, ev'n Guly Penno, declared that Satan was a
lyer, nay thou hast not forgot, beleive him not, yet I will go to find
out and be satisfi'd in the truth of the lye.
Ariel.
Thwick, thwick, thwick, &c.
[Exit Ariel.
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Quak.
Hark, it is there again, it luggeth me by the Ears, even as
a Swine is lugged by a Mastiffe dog: or as one of your wicked Idolatrous
Misses is led by the rattling of a guilt Coach, or as, as I say,
or as ah ha em, or as ah a aa.
So much for this time.
[Exit Quakero.
The End of the Third Act.
Thomas Duffett [1675], The Mock-tempest: or the Enchanted Castle. Acted at the Theatre Royal. Written By T. Duffett (Printed for William Cademan [etc.], London) [word count] [S36900].
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