The Poetical Works of John Skelton, Volume 1 (of 2)Skelton, John
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The Poetical Works of John Skelton, Volume 1 (of 2)
Skelton, John
English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700
_Cl. Col.[805]_ By the masse, thou shalt byde my leyser.
_Cr. Con._ Abyde, syr, quod he! mary, so I do.
_Court. Ab._ He wyll come, man, when he may tende to.
_Cr. Con._ What the deuyll, who sent for thé? 800
_Cl. Col._ Here he is nowe, man; mayst thou not se?
_Cr. Con._ What the deuyll, man, what thou menyst?
Art thou so angry as thou semyst?
_Court. Ab._ What the deuyll, can ye agre no better?
_Cr. Con._ What the deuyll, where had we this ioly ietter?
_Cl. Col._ What sayst thou, man? why dost thou not supplye,
And desyre me thy good mayster to be?
_Court. Ab._ Spekest thou to me?
_Cl. Col._ Ye, so I tell thé.
_Court. Ab._ Cockes bones, I ne tell can 810
Whiche of you is the better man,
Or whiche of you can do most.
_Cr. Con._ In fayth, I rule moche of the rost.
_Cl. Col._ Rule the roste! ye, thou woldest[806]
As skante thou had no nede of me.
_Cr. Con._ Nede! yes, mary, I say not nay.
_Court. Ab._ Cockes ha[r]te, I trowe thou wylte make a fray.
_Cr. Con._ Nay, in good faythe, it is but the gyse.
_Cl. Col._ No, for, or we stryke, we wyll be aduysed twyse.
_Court. Ab._ What the deuyll, vse ye not to drawe no swordes? 820
_Cr. Con._ No, by my trouthe, but crake grete wordes.
_Court. Ab._ Why, is this the gyse nowe adayes?
_Cl. Col._ Ye, for surety, ofte peas is taken for frayes.
But, syr, I wyll haue this man with me.
_Cr. Con._ Conuey yourselfe fyrst, let se.
_Cl. Col._ Well, tarry here tyll I for you sende.
_Cr. Con._ Why, shall he be of your bende?
_Cl. Col._ Tary here: wote ye what I say?
_Court. Ab._ I waraunt you, I wyll not go away.
_Cr. Con._ By Saynt Mary, he is a tawle man. 830
_Cl. Col._ Ye, and do ryght good seruyce he can;
I knowe in hym no defaute
But that the horson is prowde and hawte.
_And so they[807] go out of the place._
_Court. Ab._ Nay, purchace ye a pardon for the pose,
For pryde hath plucked thé by the nose,
As well as me: I wolde, and I durste,
But nowe I wyll not say the worste.
_COURTLY ABUSYON alone in the place._
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