and a FRENCHMAN.
_Englishman._
_Monsieur_, good morn, whither away so faste? [115.]
Some great importance sure doth cause this haste;
Your running looks do in effect thus say,
_Monsieur_ is gone, 'cause Landlord asketh pay.
_Frenchman._
_Begar_ me no sush man, me scorn de shift
Me plus Affaires dat me from home do lift.
_Englishman._
You scorn to shift, tis true I think you say,
Witness your _Shirt_, not washt this many a day.
_Frenchman._
_Par me foy_ de Rascall to degrase,
_Ne autre_ man in de _varle_ live in such case;
_Begar_ though me no speak si bon English,
Me thrush Tord in de belly if de speak dis;
_Begar_ me de born Gentil-man de _France_
Me can learn English _a le mode_ de Dance:
Me play ode leetle Fidle, me can sing,
_Par ma foy_, no Poet _Orphus_ sush Musick bring;
_Begar_, you no sush man in all de _England_ have,
For de Fidle, and de Dancing brave.
_Englishman._
But when you come to meet your Foe in face
The Fidler and the Fidler's out of case.
_Frenchman._
_Begar_ de art _Jack-napes_ to a teetle,
Me be brave Fellow, me can feight a leetle;
Me wear _Feader_ in de Hat, me have _Tord_ by side,
Me be de Gentil-man when me on de _Horse_ ride;
_Englishman_ be a Clown, make Leg like a de Beare,
_Frenchman_ be de Gentil-man, he fidle, and he dance rare.
_Englishman._
'Tis true, in dancing you do us excel,
But can you, as the English, fight as well?
When _Mars_ unsheaths his Sword, and Canons roar,
And men lye welt'ring in their purple gore,
When Towns are burnt, and Cities are destroy'd,
To what use will your Dancing be employ'd?
_Frenchman._
_Begar_ he de great Fool to speak sush ting,
Brava, brava, de Dance, de Fidele, Sing;
No sush ting in de varle, to peepe, to dance,
To be dreass like de Madam, _a le Mode France_.
_Englishman._
Brave Monsieur! gallant Monsieur! wondrous rare!
Fidling and fooling, none with thee compare!
_Frenchman._
_Begar_, he be de Rogue, de Villain, de Carle,
To speak 'gainst de Dance, de brave ting in de varle;
_Begar_ me do love it out of all de Cry,
_Par ma foy_ he speak 'gainst it, tell loud lye:
_France-man_ is de Gentilman in de high Sphere,
Vat is de Clown vas dis skip de Angleterre
De French Monsieur skip and leap like de Spright,
He caper and kick, is not dat a rare Shite?
_Englishman._
A rare Shite 'tis indeed, I needs must say,
To see men skip like Puppets in a Play;
To act the Mimick, fidle, prate and Dance,
And cringe like Apes, is a le mode France:
But to be resolute, one to fight with ten,
And beat them, 's proper unto English men.
_Frenchman._
_Begar_ France man is couragio, feight like te Tiffell,
He kill, he slay, cutt men off de midle;
De brave Monsieurs, de _Oliver_, de _Rowland_,
_Begar_ de feight as long as de could stand;
_Amadis de Gaule_, de _Roy Charlemain_,
De make blood run down like drops of de rain,
_Begar_, with new fashion so exc'lent! so rare!
No men in de varle wid de French make compare.
_Englishman._
But _Monsieur_, have you never heard report
Of Poictiers, Crescy, and of Agen-court?
When _France_ was drown'd with streams of Frenchmen's blood,
And English Valor could not be withstood?
Sixth HENRY in _Paris_ Crown'd in State,
And _France_ (submissive) did on _England_ wait.
When only TALBOT'S Name did bear such sway,
To make Ten thousand French men run away?
Is not _France_, and the Nation still the same,
Whom _England_ did in all Encounters tame?
Have we not Hero's still who are endu'd
With Valor, (Stars of the first Magnitude?)
YORKS Duke, Brave ALBEMARLE, equal to those
Our Ancestors, who French men did oppose?
With other Worthies of deserved Fame,
Make Frenchmen tremble for to hear their Name.
_Frenchman._
_Begar_ dis true, de English-man speak right,
_France_ leave to Dance, and now de learn to Fight.
_Adieu Monsieur._
LONDON, Printed in the Year 1666.
[103.] A Nobleman often hunting, used to be always near his Huntsman,
who was an excellent old Servant, and one of whom he priz'd, and was
often familiar with; but at coming to a Hedge or Ditch, he wou'd call
him, _Jack_ do you leap first. Not I by G--, my Lord, (reply's he) do
you go first and break your Neck, if you please, I value mine a little
more.
[82.] A Countrey woman at an Assize was to take her oath against a
party; the said party entreated the Judge that her oath might not bee
taken; the Judge demanded why he excepted against her: my Lord (quoth
hee) shee is a Recusant or Romane Catholique, and they hold it in
no matter of Conscience to swear any thing against us. Come hither,
woman, said the Judge, I doe not thinke thou art a Recusant, I am
perswaded that for fourty shillings thou wilt sweare the Pope is a
knave: Good, my Lord, said shee, the Pope is a stranger to mee, but
if I knew him as well as I know your Lordship, I would sweare for half
the mony.
[116.] The following satire is given merely as a type:
From Commonwealth Coblers, and zealous State Tinkers,
From Speeches and Expedients of Politick Blinkers,
From Rebellious Taps, and Tapsters, and Skinkers.
Libera nos.
From Elephant Baptists, and their doughty free State,
From looking in _Newgate_ through Reformation Grate,
And from their last sayings and Hempen-ruff Fate.
Libera nos.
From Papists on one hand, and Phanatick o' th' t'other,
From Presbyter _Jack_, the Popes younger brother,
And Congregational Daughters far worse than their Mother.
Libera nos.
From Religions that teach men to kill and to slay,
From faith that is coupled with the word Disobey,
And from Sectaries e'er having of another day.
Libera nos.
From Members that constantly quarrel with the Head,
And subjects that for Sterling, pay their Sovereign with Lead,
And preserve Kings and Governments by wishing them dead.
Libera nos.
From over short Parliaments, and over long,
From a selling our Birth rights for an old song,
And breaking _Mag. Charta_ to make it more strong.
Libera nos.
From taking away Juries by Parliament Votes,
And securing from Popery by cutting of throats,
From a Beam in our Eye, to cure them of Motes.
Libera nos.
From "Vox"es, and factious saucy Addresses,
To repeal those good Laws of honest Qu. _Bess'es_
From Fanaticks rage, and the Popes God bless us.
Libera nos.
From a Bill that to take away Ale and Cake voices,
Robs all the old Freeholders, at Elections, of Choices,
And enables Fanaticks to make greater Noises.
Libera nos.
From the wisdom of _Bedlam_, and the anger of Fools,
From the whipping and learning of meeting house Schools
And the Exit of Traytors, and Commonwealth Tools.
Libera nos.
Of the following satire only a portion is given, as the pamphlet (of
ten pages) is too long to give _in extenso_:--
[117.] Received out of the Treasuries of the Excize, Customs
and the Exchequer £430,000.