C cante live togethers RABBED Age and Youth You is fill of pleniance, 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: 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: 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. 66 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 "" towne. 66 66 66 66 " all By Ludov. Vives in Epift. & Pont. Heut. Rerum Burgund. lib.4 66 ← all the ref of zogh court-lie pas vres : but late at night, 66 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, NO One that pleases his fancy with frolicksome sport : Which will make you to fmile when you hear the true jeft: The duke faid to his men, William, Richard, and Ben, 10 On F Having pull'd off his fhirt, which was all over durt, On On a bed of foft down, like a lord of renown, 15 Now he lay fomething late, in his rich bed of state, The poor tinker amaz❜d, on the gentleman gaz'd, Tho' he seem'd fomething mute, yet he chofe a rich fuit, 30 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, 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, While the tinker did dine, he had plenty of wine, 40 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, 55 For his glory to him' fo pleasant did feem, Then his highness bespoke him a new suit and cloak, ба Nay, |