The Tragedy of Locrine (Third Folio, 1664)

 565Scena Tertia.
 566Enter Strumbo, Dorothy, Trompart, cobling shooes, and
 567 singing.
 568Trom. We Coblers lead a merry life:
 569All. Dan, dan, dan, dan:
 570Strum. Void of all envy and of strife:
 571All. Dan diddle dan.
 572Dor. Our ease is great, our labour small:
 573All. Dan, dan, dan, dan.
 574Strum. And yet our gains be much withall:
 575All. Dan diddle dan.
 576Dor. With this art so fine and fair:
 577All. Dan, dan, dan, dan.
 578Trom. No occupation may compare:
 579All. Dan diddle dan.
 580Strum. For merry pastime and joyfull glee:
 581  Dan, dan, dan, dan.
 582Dor. Most happy men we Coblers be:
 583  Dan diddle dan.
 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?
 613Captain shewing him press-money.	
 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.
 636Srumbo Snatching up a staff.
 637No will, come sir, will your stomack serve you, by gogs
 638blew hood and halidom, I will have about with you.
 639Fight both.
 640Enter Thrasimachus.
 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.
 651Exit Thrasimachus and the Captain.
 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
 655the warrs.Exeunt.
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