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A TALE OF A TUB.
Pol. The maids and her half-valentine have plied her
With courtesy of the bride-cake and the bowl,
As she is laid awhile.
With courtesy of the bride-cake and the bowl,
As she is laid awhile.
Lady T. O let her rest.
We will cross o'er to Canbury in the interim,[1]
And so make home. Farewell, good Turfe, and thy wife ;
[Exeunt Lady T. and Pol. I wish your daughter joy.
We will cross o'er to Canbury in the interim,[1]
And so make home. Farewell, good Turfe, and thy wife ;
[Exeunt Lady T. and Pol. I wish your daughter joy.
Turfe. Thanks to your ladyship.
Where is John Clay now, have you seen him yet?
Where is John Clay now, have you seen him yet?
Dame T. No, he has hid himself out of the way,
For fear of the hue and cry.
For fear of the hue and cry.
Turfe. What, walks that shadow
Avore 'un still ? Puppy, go seek 'un out,
Search all the corners that he haunts unto,
And call 'un forth. We'll once more to the church,
And try our vortunes : luck, son Valentine!
Where are the wise men all of Finsbury?
Avore 'un still ? Puppy, go seek 'un out,
Search all the corners that he haunts unto,
And call 'un forth. We'll once more to the church,
And try our vortunes : luck, son Valentine!
Where are the wise men all of Finsbury?
Pup. Where wise men should be ; at the ale and bride-cake.
I would this couple had their destiny,
Or to be hang'd, or married out o' the way :
Enter Clench, Medlay, Scriben, &c.
Man cannot get the mount'nance of an egg-shell
To stay his stomach. Vaith, for mine own part,
I have zupp'd up so much broth as would have cover'd
A leg o' beef o'er head and ears in the porridge-pot,
I would this couple had their destiny,
Or to be hang'd, or married out o' the way :
Enter Clench, Medlay, Scriben, &c.
Man cannot get the mount'nance of an egg-shell
To stay his stomach. Vaith, for mine own part,
I have zupp'd up so much broth as would have cover'd
A leg o' beef o'er head and ears in the porridge-pot,
- ↑ We will cross o'er to Canbury in the interim,} Canberry-house
is in the neighbourhood of Islington. The true name of it is
Canon-berry; it was anciently a farm or grange belonging to
the monks of the priory of St. Bartholomew in Smithfield. Whal.
It is now divided into many separate dwellings, and has undergone another change, being called Cambray-house.
