Welsh literature -- 18th century; Welsh literature -- Translations into English; Wynne, Ellis, 1671-1734
pounds in the third part of a night? And what the swindler that deceives
thee in a worthless old hack compared with the apothecary who swindles
thee of thy money and life too, for some effete, medicinal stuff? And
moreover, what are all these robbers compared with that great arch-robber
who deprives them all of everything, yea, of their hearts and souls after
the fair is over?”
From this foul and disorderly street we proceeded to the street of the
Princess of Pleasure wherein I saw many English, French, Italians and
Paynims. The Princess is very fair to behold, with mixed wine in one
hand, and a fiddle and a harp in the other; and in her treasury,
innumerable pleasures and toys to gain the custom of everybody, and
retain them in her father’s service. Yea, many were wont to escape to
this pleasant street to drown their grief for losses and debts they had
incurred in the others. It was exceedingly crowded, especially with
young people; whilst the Princess is careful to please everyone, and to
have an arrow ready for every mark. If thou art thirsty, here thou will
find thy favorite beverage; if thou lovest song and dance, here thou
shalt have thy fill. If the beauty of the Princess has kindled thy lust,
thou need’st but beckon one of her sire’s officers (who, although
invisible, always surround her) and they will immediately attend thy
behest. There are here fair mansions, fine gardens, full orchards, shady
groves fit for every secret intrigue, or to trap birds or a white rabbit
or twain; clear streams, most pleasant to fish in; rich, boundless
plains, whereon to hunt the hare and fox. Along the street we could see
them playing interludes, juggling and conjuring, singing lewd songs to
the sound of the harp and ballads, and all manner of jesting. Men and
women of handsome appearance danced and sang, and many came hither from
the Street of Pride in order to be praised and worshipped. Within the
houses we perceived some on silken beds wallowing in debauchery; some at
the gaming-table, cursing and swearing, others tossing dice and shuffling
cards. Some from the Street of Lucre, having a room here, ran hither to
count their money, but stayed not long lest aught of the countless
geegaws that are here should entice them to part with their money without
interest. Others I saw at tables feasting with somewhat of every created
thing before them; and when everyone, mess after mess, had guzzled as
much of the dainties as would afford a moderate man a feast for a whole
week, grace followed in the form of blasphemous howling; then the king’s
health was called for, and that of every boon companion, and so on to
quench the taste of the viands, and drown their cares. Then came
tobacco, and then each one began to talk scandal of his neighbour—whether
true or false it mattered not as long as it was humorous or fresh, or,
best of all, degrading. At last, what with a round of blasphemy, and the
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