584Trum. The can stands full of nappy ale,

585 Dan: dan: dan: dan:

586Strum. In our shop still withouten fail:

587 Dan diddle dan.

588Dor. This is our meat, this is our food:

589 Dan: dan: dan: dan:

590Trum. This brings us to a merry mood:

591 Dan diddle dan.

592Strum. This makes us work for company:

593 Dan, dan, dan, dan:

594Dor. To pull the Tankards cheerfully:

595 Dan diddle dan.

596Trum. Drink to thy husband Dorothie,

597 Dan, dan, dan, dan:

598Dor. Why then my Strumbo there's to thee:

599 Dan diddle dan:

600Strum. Drink thou the rest Trumpart amain:

601 Dan, dan, dan, dan.

602Dor. When that is gone, we'll fill't again:

603 Dan diddle dan.

604Cap. The poorest state is farthest from annoy,

605How merrily he sitteth on his stool:

606But when he sees that needs he must be prest,

607He'll turn his note and sing another tune,

608Ho, by your leave Master Cobler.

609Strum. You are welcome gentleman, what will you

610any old shooes or buskins, or will you have your shooes

611clouted, I will do them as well as any Cobler in Cathnes

612whatsoever?

614 O Master Cobler, you are far deceived in me, for

615don you see this? I come not to buy any shooes, but to

616buy your self; come sir, you must be a souldier in the

617King's cause.

618Strum. Why, but hear you sir, has your King any

619Commission to take any man against his will. I pro-

620mise you, I can scant believe it, or did he give you

621Commission?

622Cap. O sir, ye need not care for that, I need no

623Commission: hold here, I command you in the name of

624our King Albanact, to appear to morrow in the town-

625house of Cathnes.

626Strum. King Nactabell, I cry God mercy, what have

627we to do with him, or he with us? but you sir master

628capontail, draw your pasteboard, or else I promise you,

629I'le give you a canvasado with a bastinado over your

630shoulders, and teach you to come hither with your im-

631plements.

632Cap. I pray thee good fellow be content, I do the Kings

633command.

634Strum. Put me out of your book then.

635Cap. I may not.

637No will, come sir, will your stomack serve you, by gogs

638blew hood and halidom, I will have about with you.

641Thra. How now, what noise, what sudden clamor's this?

642How now, my Captain and the Cobler so hard at it?

643Sirs what is your quarrel?

644Cap. Nothing, sir, but that he will not take press-mony.

645Thra. Here good fellow, take it at my command,

646Unlesse you mean to be stretch'd.

647Strum. Truly, Master gentleman, I lack no mony, if

648you please I will resigne it to one of these poor fellows.

649Thrasi. No such matter,

650Look you be at the common house to morrow.

652Strum. O wife I have spun a fair thred, if I had

653been quiet, I had not been prest, and therefore well

654may I wayment; But come sirra, shut up, for we must to

659Alb. Brave Cavaliers, Princes of Albany,

660Whose trenchant blades with our deceased sire,

661Passing the frontiers of brave Grecia,

662Were bathed in our enemies lukewarme bloud,

663Now is the time to manifest your wills,

664Your haughty minds and resolutions,

665Now opportunity is offred

666To try your courage and your earnest zeal,

667Which you alwayes protest to Albanact,

668For at this time, yea at this present time,

669Stout fugitives come from the Scithians bounds

670Have pestred every place with mutinies:

671But trust me, Lordings, I will never cease

672To persecute the rascal runnagates,

673Till all the rivers stained with their bloud,

674Shall fully shew their fatal overthrow.

675Deb. So shall your Highnesse merit great renown,

676And imitate your aged father's steps.

677Alb. But tell me cousin, cam'st thou through the plains?

678And saw'st thou there the faint-heart fugitives

679Mustring their weather-beaten souldiers,

680What order keep they in their marshalling?

681Thra. After we past the groves of Caledone,

682We did behold the stragling Scithians Camp,

683 Repleat with men, stor'd with munition;

684There might we see the valiant minded Knights

685Fetching carriers along the spacious plains,

686Humber and Hubba arm'd in azure blew,

687Mounted upon their coursers white as snow,

688Went to behold the pleasant flowring fields;

689Hector and Troilus, Priamus lovely sons,

690Chasing the Grecians over Simoeis,

691Were not to be compared to these two Knights.

692Alba. Well hast thou painted out in eloquence

693The portraiture of Humber and his son;

694As fortunate as was Policrates,

695Yet should they not escape our conquering swords,

696Or boast of ought but of our clemencie.

698Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch, &c.

699Thra. What sirs, what mean you by these clamors made,

700Those outcries raised in our stately Court?

701Strum. Wild-fire and pitch, wild-fire and pitch.

702Thra. Villains I say, tell us the cause hereof?

703Strum. Wild-fire and pitch, wild-fire and pitch.

704Thra. Tell me you villains, why you make this noise,

705Or with my Lance, I will prick your bowels out.

706Al. Where are your houses, where's your dwelling place?