A TALE OF A TUB.
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A proper man, a tile-man by his trade,
A man, as one would zay, moulded in clay;
As spruce as any neighbour's child among you:
And he (you zee) is taken on conspition,
And two or three, they zay, what call you 'em?
Zuch as the justices of coram nobis
Grant—I forget their names, you have many on 'em,
Master high constable, they come to you.—
I have it at my tongue's ends—coney-boroughs,
To bring him strait avore the zessions-house.
A man, as one would zay, moulded in clay;
As spruce as any neighbour's child among you:
And he (you zee) is taken on conspition,
And two or three, they zay, what call you 'em?
Zuch as the justices of coram nobis
Grant—I forget their names, you have many on 'em,
Master high constable, they come to you.—
I have it at my tongue's ends—coney-boroughs,
To bring him strait avore the zessions-house.
Turfe. O you mean warrens, neighbour, do you not?
Med. Ay, ay, thik same! you know 'em well enough.
Turfe. Too well, too well; would I had never known them!
We good vreeholders cannot live in quiet,
But every hour new purcepts, hues and cries,
Put us to requisitions night and day.—
What shud a man say? shud we leave the zearch,
I am in danger to reburse as much
As he was robb'd on; ay, and pay his hurts.
If I should vollow it, all the good cheer
That was provided for the wedding-dinner
Is spoil'd and lost. (), there are two vat pigs
A zindging by the vire: now by St. Tony,[1]
Too good to eat, but on a wedding-day;
And then a goose will bid you all, come cut me.
We good vreeholders cannot live in quiet,
But every hour new purcepts, hues and cries,
Put us to requisitions night and day.—
What shud a man say? shud we leave the zearch,
I am in danger to reburse as much
As he was robb'd on; ay, and pay his hurts.
If I should vollow it, all the good cheer
That was provided for the wedding-dinner
Is spoil'd and lost. (), there are two vat pigs
A zindging by the vire: now by St. Tony,[1]
Too good to eat, but on a wedding-day;
And then a goose will bid you all, come cut me.
- ↑ Now by St. Tony, &c] The mention of pigs puts the unfortunate high-constable in mind of St. Anthony, who was always followed by one. This would not be worth notice, had not Whalley mistaken the poet's meaning, and given us a St. Thomas.
and who seems to have made far more use of his ears than his eyes, tells us, in more than one place, that "Ben Jonson took a catalogue from Mr. Lacy of the Yorkshire dialect, for the clownery to his comedy called The Tale of a Tub."
