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Mercurie. Raph she (ball trouble none of vs; Ile charme her

fast a sleepe.
Zelota. Come, Raph, lets goe sleepe, for thou must mend

Queene Guiniuers shooes to morrow.
I haue a pillowe of my owne, Ile neither begre nor borrow.

Erit.
Mercurie. So sleepe thy fill, now, Rapb, come forth to moe.
Raph. Come forth, quoth he; marrie, God bleffe vs.

Now you haue made my wife mad, what sbal become of me?
Mercurie.') Fearo not, come forth, I meane no hurt to thee.
Raph. Well, Ile trust you for once; what lay yee?
Mercurie. Raph, hie the home, & thou shalt fiude vpon thy bed

Attire that for a prophets sute Chal stand thee in good stead;

A prophet thou must be and leaue thy worke a while.
Raph. A Prophet speaker? Ha, ha, ha, heres a coyle.

What are you, I pray?
Mercurie. I am Mercurie, the Messenger of the Gods.
Raph. And I am Raph Cobler, twixt vs there is some odds.?)

But heare ye, God Markedy, bauo you retoritie
To take a free man of his companie
And binder him to be your Prophet speaker,

And, when ye set him a worke, giue him nothing for his labor ?
Mercurie. I must charme him asleepe, or be will still be prating.

Ile please thee well, I prethee, Raph, sit downe.
Raph. Now I am set, would I had a pot of ale.
Mercurie. We will baue twaine, but first attend my tale.

He carmes him with his rod asleepe.
Not farre hence standeth Mars his Court,
to whom thus see thou say:
Mars, though thou be a Code of the game,

that wontst to croe by day,
Und with thy sharpned spurres

the crauen Cockes didst fill and slay;
Sith now thou dost but prune thy wings

and make thy fethers gay,
u dunghill Code, that croes by night,

Thall slilie thee betray
Und tread thy hen, and for a time

shall carrie her away.
Und she by him shall hatch a Chide,

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this Countrey to decay.
Und for this pretie Pullets name

“) Original: Mar.

2) Das Exemplar des Britischen Museums enthält den Druckfehler Gods statt odds, wie die anderen Exemplare richtig vermerken.

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thou shalt the better learne: When thou shalt onelie letters fiue

within one name discerne,
Three vowels and two consonants,

which vowels if thou scan,
Doth sound that which to euerie pace
conducteth euerie man.

*B Then call to minde this prophecie,

for thats the bastards name;
Then rouse thy felfe, then reach thy sword,

and win thy wonted fame.
Now, Raph, awake; for I haue done
the taske for which I came.

Erit.
Raph stretches himselfe and wates.
Raph. Heigh ho, wake, quoth you, I thinke tis time,

for I haue (lept foundly;
And me thought in my sleep, this was God Markedy,

that bad chaunted my wife mad for good cause why.
Aboue me thought I saw God Shebiter,

that marlously did frowne,
With a dart of fier in his band,

readie to throw it downe.
Below, me thought, there were false knaues,

walking like honest men verie craftely
And few or none could be plainly seene

to thriue in the world by honestie.
Me thought, I saw one, that was wondrous fat,
Picke two mens purses, while they were large and faire,
Kept backe shops to vtter their baddest ware.
What meddle I with trades? Men, masters and maids,
Yea, and wiues too and all are too too bad,
Beiudgd by my wife, that was neuer well, till she ran mad.
But 0, the Baker, how he plaid false with the ballance,
And ran away from the takers tallants.
The Bruer was as bad, the Butcher as ill,
For its their tricke to blow vp leane meate with a quill.
And with the stroke a Butcher gaue an oxe

that lowd bellowing did make,
I lost sight of all the other trickes,

and so fodainly did wake.
But now must Raph trudge about his prophetation
Faith ye shall heare me troll it out after my fashion.

Erit.
Zweiter Auftritt.
Enter Sateros, a souldier, and Contempt, naming

himselfe Content.
Sateros. Thus haue I ferued in my Princes warres

Against the Persian and the Aliau Powers:

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The cole-blacke Moore, that reuels in the Straights,
Haue I repelled with my loffe of blood.
My scarres are witnes of my hard escapes
My wrinckles in my face (made old by care,
When yet my yeres are in their chiefest prime)
Are glasses of my griefe, lights of my languor,

That liue disgracde, and haue deserued honor.

Contempt. I am the admiredst in Bæotia,

By honoring me thou shalt obtaine preferment.

Sateros. Vnto the Gods and Prince doo Couldiers honor,

And wert thou one of these, I would adore thee.
Contempt. I am of power more than all the Gods

To lit and rule the harts of all degrees.

They haue in me content, as thou shalt see

A present instance in these entring men.

Enter Emnins, a Courtier, with him a Swoller and

a Countrey Gentleman.

Countrey G. Haile to Contents diuinest exelence!
Stoller. Content, our sweetest good, we doo salute thee.

Courtier. Though lalt, I am not least in duteous kindnes

To thee, Content, although thou be no God,

Yet greater in account than all of them.

Scholler. But if ye knew his name wer Olygoros, which lignifieth

Contempt, you would not mistake him and name him Content.

Contempt. O Mas, scholler, be patient, for though you like not my

name, you loue my nature: and therefore Gentlemen forward

with the discourse intended at our last meeting: and in that con-

ference this Gentleman a foullier, I presume will make one.

Courtier. Being a soldier, his companie is fit for anie honest gen-

tleman, and therefore welcome into our companie.

Sateros. I thanke you fir.

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Souldier. Though the Courtier speake him faire, in hart I knowe

he disdaines him for his bace apparell: wherein he obferues one

principle of my law. Welcome him Scholler.

Sholler. To me a Souldier is a welcome man.

Souldier. I kindly thanke you, sir.

Enter Raph.

Raph. Sir: what lir, or what stir haue we here? Why ye proud

Pagans and Panem noftrums, thinke ye no better of a Prophet
than ye would of a Pedlar: and make ye no more account of me

than ye doo of a Cobler?

Contempt. As thou art.

Raph. As I am? No, ye little goofecap God, knowe that God

Markedie made me a Prophet, and sent me of a message to the

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blundring God of the thundring warre, to Mars, to Maua aua a

ua ars: twill come nere your nose, little God; I can tell ye. Contempt. Well, hold thy peace of that, and let vs hear these Gen

tlemen dispute. Raph. Will they spout? whereon ? Contempt. He of the Court, the other of the Countrey, this of

Bookes, that of Battels. Raph. And I of Prophesie. Contempt. No, thou and I will sit still and giue our iudgements of“)

this controuersie. Raph. Well, Content, but Ile speake my minde when I list,

thats flat. Contempt. Sit downe then, Gentlemen, when you please, begin. Emnius. First I am a Courtier, daily in my Prince's eye: which

one good of it felfe alone is able to make my Estate aboue all other happy. By it I get wealth, fauor, credit, countenance: on me attend suters, praying, paying and promising more, than either sometimes they are able to performe, or I at most times ex

pect. Raph. Thats true; for I was a luter three yere vnto ye for men

ding your pantables, and I was promist more than I could euer

get, or did euer looke for. Emnius. At the entertainment of strangers, who but the Cour

tier is in braue account? or to the heauenly fellowship of diuineest beautie and sweete confort of louely Ladies, who but the Courtier is called? while the Scholler sits all day inuenting syllogismes, the Countrey Gentleman plodding among poore hinds, and this bare fouldier here carrowling among his prating com

panions. Souldier. Why, a souldier of a desert (as with no other do I con

fort) can be no lesse than a Gentleman, and some Courtiers are scarce so much. Desert, I denie not, is oft preferd, but oftner flattrie. Because I am homely clad, you hold me dishonorable: but in this plaine sute haue I been, where you dare not with all your

filkes. Emnius. Why, I haue been, where thou darest not come. 80 Souldier.

I, thats in the Mercers booke, where I will not come. Raph. A word with ye Mas, souldier. Souldier. Now, lir. Raph. Tis, 'cause the Mercer will not trust ye: for he knowes ]his

booke is as good as a sconce for ye; youle neuer out, till you bee torne or fired out.

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Souldier. How ere despised, yet am I a Gentleman, and in the

conflict of Arbaces, Generall of Persia at Marathon, I rescued
the colours of Bæotia. I haue had hony words and some reward,
too little to bestow among my maimed souldiers. Souldiers ob-
serue lawes – therein appeares their iustice, at least equalling the
scholler: bring Princes to thraldom, then triumphing ouer cour-
tiers: are liberall to giue wherein for the most they excell the
Countrey Gentleman. In briefe, they are the swords of heauen')
to punish: the falue of heauen to pitie. Of whose number bee-
ing not the meanest, I thinke my selfe nothing inferiour to apie

of these Gentlemen.
Raph. But thou hast made manie a Coche a cuckold hy stea-

ling away his Hen.
Countrey G. Nay, my life excelleth all; I in the Countrey liue a

King; my Tenaunts (as valsailes) are at my will commaunded:
fearfuller, I know, they are to displease mee, than diuers of you
Courtiers to offend the Duke. Come there anie taskes to bee
leuied, I tuch not mine owne store; for on them I take it: and, I * B 3
may say to you, with some surplusage: my wood they bring
me home, iny hay and corne in haruest: their cattell, feruants,

Tonnes and felues are at my commaund.
Sboller.

O iure, quaque iniurial
Raph. Nay, and you speake Latin, reach me my laste.

Harke ye, mas Scholler, barke ye!

The time shall come, not long before the doome,
That in despite of Roome
Latin (ball lacke,
And Greeke shall beg with a wallet at his backe.
For all are not sober that goes in blacke.

Goe too, scholler, theres a learning for your knacke.
Countrey G. At my list can I rack their rents, let them to fives, bind

them to forfets, force them to what I please. If I build, they bee
my labourers: if bargaine, on them I build: and for my good

looke they are content to endure any trauell. 120 Raph.

But for all this ill and wrong
Marke the Coblers fong:
The hie hill and the deepe ditch,
Which ye digd to make your selues rich,
The chimnies fo manie, and almes not anie,
The widowes wofull cries,
And babes in streete that lies,
The bitter l'weate and paine
That tenants poore sustaine,
Will turne to your bane, I tell ye plaine,
When burning fire shall raine,

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