C cante live togethers

RABBED Age and Youth

You is fill of pleniance,
Age is fill of care:
Touch Ece Sommer mort,

Age Ice winter weather,

Touch. Ice ármmer brave,

Age Lewiner bære:

You is fl of Sport,

Age breath is ort;

Youth is nimble, Age is lame:
Youth is hot and bold,

Age is weak and cold;

Youth is wild, and Age is tame.

Age. I do abhor thee,

Youth, I do adore thee,

O, my love, my love is young:
Age, I do defe thee;

Chfweet fhepheard, hie thee,

For methinks thou ftays too long.

XV.

THE FROLICKSOME DUKE, OR THE TINKER's GOOD FORTUNE.

The following ballad is upon the fame fubje&t, with the INDUCTION to Shakespeare's TAMING OF THE SHREW: whether it may be thought to have juggested the bint to the Dramatic poet, or is not rather of later date, the reader muft

determine.

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The story is told of PHILIP the GooD, Duke of Burgnndy; and is thus related by an old English writer. "The Said Duke, at the marriage of Eleonora, fifter to the king "of Portugall at Bruges in Flanders, which was folemnifed "in the deepe of winter, when as by reafon of unfeafonable "weather he could neither hawke nor hunt, and was now "tired with cards, dice, &c. and fuch other domeftick Sports, or to fee ladies dance; with fome of his courtiers, "he would in the evening walke difguifed all about the It fo fortuned, as he was was walking late one night, he found a countrey fellow dead drunke, fnorting on "a bulke; be caufed his followers to bring him to his palace, and there fripping him of his old clothes, and attyring him after the court fashion, when he wakened, he and they were all ready to attend upon his excellency, and perfuade him that he was fome great Duke. The poor fellow admiring how he came there, was ferved in fate all day long: after fupper he faw them dance, heard muficke, and

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By Ludov. Vives in Epift. & Pont. Heut. Rerum Burgund. lib.4

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← all the ref of zogh court-lie pas vres : but late at night,
anın da qal tired, and again faft ajeepe, they put
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tig for fine bom. Near the fellow bad not made :bem
acben be re-
fie put the day before, as be did
“tarma & com iffe: on the jeft was to jee bow be looked
a. iz crediafon, after jome little admiration, the
“ getre mon said bis friends be bad jeen a wifen; conftantly
«beltewed it; wald not otherwise be perjuaded, and fo the
“jet ezáld” Burton's Anatomy of melanibely. Pt. z.
fett. 2. Memb. 4. 2d. Ed. 1624 fol.

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Tois balad is given from a black letter in the Pepys Celkäten, woich is intitled as above, "To the tume of, Fond taj.'

TOW as fame does report, a young duke keeps a court,

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One that pleases his fancy with frolicksome sport :
But amongst all the reft, here is one I proteft,

Which will make you to fmile when you hear the true jeft:
A poor tinker he found, lying drunk on the ground, 5
As secure in a sleep as if laid in a fwound.

The duke faid to his men, William, Richard, and Ben,
Take him home to my palace, we'll sport with him then.
O'er a horse he was laid, and with care soon convey'd
To the palace, altho' he was poorly arrai'd :
Then they ftript off his cloaths, both his fhirt, fhoes andhofe,
And they put him to bed for to take his repose.

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Having pull'd off his fhirt, which was all over durt,
They did give him clean holland, this was no great hurt:

On

On a bed of foft down, like a lord of renown,
They did lay him to sleep the drink out of his crown :
n the morning when day, then admiring he lay,
For to see the rich chamber both gaudy and gay.

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Now he lay fomething late, in his rich bed of state,
Till at laft knights and fquires they on him did wait: 20
And the chamberling bare, then did likewise declare,
He defir'd to know what apparel he'd ware :

The poor tinker amaz❜d, on the gentleman gaz'd,
And admired how he to this honour was rais'd.

Tho' he seem'd fomething mute, yet he chofe a rich fuit,
Which he straitways put on without longer difpute; 26
With a ftar on his fide, which the tinker offt ey❜d,
And it seem'd for to fwell him no' little with pride;
For he faid to himself, Where is Joan my fweet wife?
Sure the never did fee me fo fine in her life.

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From a convenient place, the right duke his good grace, Did obferve his behaviour in every case.

To a garden of ftate, on the tinker they wait,

Trumpets founding before him: thought he this is great: Where an hour or two, pleasant walks he did view, 35 With commanders and fquires in fcarlet and blew.

A fine dinner was dreft, both for him and his guests,
He was plac'd at the table above all the reft,

In

In a rich chair ‹ or bed,' lin’d with fine crimson red,

With a rich golden canopy over his head :

As he fat at his meat, the mufick play'd sweet,
With the choicest of finging his joys to compleat.

While the tinker did dine, he had plenty of wine,
Rich, canary with fherry and tent fuperfine.

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Like a right honest soul, faith, he took off his bowl, 45 Till at last he began for to tumble and roul

From his chair to the floor, where he fleeping did fnore, Being seven times drunker then ever before.

Then the duke did ordain, they should strip him amain,
And reftore him his old leather garments again : 50
'Twas a point next the worft, yet perform it they muft,
And they carry'd him strait where they found him at first;
Then he slept all the night, as indeed well he might,
But when he did waken his joys took their flight.

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For his glory to him' fo pleasant did feem,
That he thought it to be but a meer golden dream;
Till at length being brought to the duke, where he fought
For a pardon as fearing he had fet him at nought;
But his highness he said, Thou'rt a jolly bold blade,
Such a frolick before I think never was plaid.

Then his highness bespoke him a new suit and cloak,
Which he gave for the fake of this frolickfome joak;

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