To the tune of _Wotton Towns End_.[6] Printed for F. C[oles,] T. V[ere,] and W. G[ilbertson.] 1662." The only known copy is dated 1662, but contains internal evidence, in the following stanza (which occurs in the opening of The Second Part,) that it was written in the reign of James I. "That's the fat foole of the Curtin: And the lean fool of the Bull: Since _Shancke_ did leave to sing his rimes, He is counted but a gull. "The players on the Bankside, The round Globe and the Swan, Will teach you idle tricks of love, But the Bull will play the man." _Shancke._--John Shancke the comic actor here mentioned was celebrated for singing rhymes, and what were technically "jigs" on the stage. In this respect, as a low comedian he had been the legitimate successor of Tarlton, Kempe, Phillips, and Singer. He was on the stage from 1603 to 1635, when he died. Then, John Taylor the _Water Poet_, no mean authority, informs us that the Swan Theatre, on the Bankside, in the Liberty of Paris Gardens, had been abandoned by the players in 1613. The Curtain Theatre in Holywell street--or Halliwell street, as it was usually spelt at that time--Shoreditch Fields[7] had also fallen into disuse before the reign of Charles I. The Globe on the Bankside, and the [Red] Bull Theatre at the upper end of St. John's street, Clerkenwell were employed until after the restoration. The allusion to the Waterman carrying "bonny lasses over to the plays," is also a curious note of time. With these matters before us, we may safely conclude that "Turner's Dish of Stuff" is but a reprint of an earlier production. As we find it, so we lay it before our readers: thus:-- "THE COMMON CRIES OF LONDON TOWN: SOME GO UP STREET, SOME GO DOWN. With Turner's Dish of Stuff, or a Gallymaufery. _To the tune_ of Wotton Towns End." [Illustration] "My masters all, attend you, if mirth you love to heare, And I will tell you what they cry in London all the yeare. Ile please you if I can, I will not be too long: I pray you all attend awhile, and listen to my song. "The fish-wife first begins, Anye muscles lilly white! Herrings, sprats or plaice, or cockles for delight. Anye welflet oysters! Then she doth change her note: She had need to have her tongue be greas'd, for the rattles in the throat. "For why, they are but Kentish, to tell you out of doubt. Her measure is too little; goe, beat the bottom out. Half a peck for two pence? I doubt it is a bodge. Thus all the City over the people they do dodge. "The wench that cries the kitchin stuff, I marvel what she ayle, She sings her note so merry, but she hath a draggle tayle: An empty car came running, and hit her on the bum; Down she threw her greasie tub, and away straight she did run.