Fool. Here comes I that never come yet,
Since last Time, lovy.
I have a great Head but little wit.
Tho' my Head be great, and my Wits be small,
I can play the Fool for a while as well as best of ye all.
My name is noble Anthony, I am as Meloncholly as a Mantle Tree, I am come to show you a little sport and activity, and soon, too. Make room for Noble Anthony and all his good Company, drive out all these proud Rogues, and let my Lady and I have a parl.
Cicely. O, ye Clown, what makes you drive out my Men so soon?
Fool. O, Pardon, Madam, pardon, and I will never offend you more; I will make your Men come in as fast as ever they did before.
Cicely. I pray you at my Sight, and drive it not till Night,
That I may see them dance once more, so lovely in my Sight.
Fool. A Faith, Madam, and so I will, I will play the Man,
And make them come in as fast as ever I can,
But, hold Gip, Mrs. Clagars, how do you sell Geese?
Cicely. Go, look, Mister Midgecock, twelve pence apiece.
Fool. Oh, the pretty Pardon!
Cicely. A Gip for a frown.
Fool. An Ale wife for an Apparitor.
Cicely. A Rope for a Clown.
Fool. Why all the devise in the Country cannot pull this down.
I am a valiant Knight,
Just come from the Seas,
You do know me, do you?
I can kill you Ten Thousand, tho' they be but fleas.
I can kill you a Man for an ounce of Mustard,
Or I can kill you Ten Thousand for a good Custard.
I have an old Sheep skin.
And I lap it well in.
Sword and Buckler by my side, all ready for to fight.
Come out, you Whores and Gluttons all, for had it not been in this Country I should not have shewen my Valour amongst you; but, sound Musick, for I must be gone.
