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A TALE OF A TUB.
And D'ogenes Scriben, you my learned writer,
Make out a new purcept—Lord for thy goodness,
I had forgot my daughter all this while!
The idle knave hath brought no news from her.
Here comes the sneaking puppy.—
Make out a new purcept—Lord for thy goodness,
I had forgot my daughter all this while!
The idle knave hath brought no news from her.
Here comes the sneaking puppy.—
Enter Puppy and dame Turfe, on different sides.
What's the news?
My heart! my heart! I fear all is not well,
Something's mishapp'd, that he is come without her.
My heart! my heart! I fear all is not well,
Something's mishapp'd, that he is come without her.
Pup. O, where's my master, my master, my master?
Dame T. Thy master! what would'st have with thy master, man?
There is thy master.
There is thy master.
Turfe. What's the matter, Puppy?
Pup. O master, oh dame! oh dame, oh master!
Dame T. What say'st thou to thy master or thy dame?
Pup. Oh, John Clay, John Clay, John Clay!
Turfe. What of John Clay?
Med. Luck grant he bring not news he shall be hang'd!
Clench. The world forfend! I hope it is not so well.
Clay. O Lord! oh me! what shall I do? poor John!
Pup. Oh John Clay, John Clay, John Clay!
Clay. Alas,
That ever I was born! I will not stay by't,
[Runs off.For all the tiles in Kilborn.
That ever I was born! I will not stay by't,
[Runs off.For all the tiles in Kilborn.
Dame T. What of Clay?
Speak, Puppy; what of him?
Speak, Puppy; what of him?
Pup. He hath lost, he hath lost—
