The German loues his connye well,1 some loue the rough, & some the smooth, some great, & other small thinge 4; but oh, your English Licorish man,5 he loues to deale in all thinges! The Rush drinkes Quash; Duche, lubickes beere," conny-wool.-B.M. In another poem in the same volume, at p. 162, we readHere is an English conny furr ! Rushia hath no such stuffe, Which, for to keep your fingers warme, Excells your sable muffe. The Burse of Reformation. ? For the double entendre of the black beaver, compare 1. 32 of Off alle the seaes below.-F. 2 Shagge-too.-B.M. 3 Munmouth.-B.M. A cut of the Monmouth cap is given on p. 502 of Fairholt's Costume in England, 1860, and on p. 115 of the Percy Society's Satirical Songs and Poems on Costume, and it is mentioned twice in the "Ballad of the Caps," which Mr. Fairholt places at the end of the reign of Elizabeth, and which is found in Sportive Wit, 1656; D'Urfey's Wit and Mirth, 1719-20, &c. The Monmouth-cap, the saylors thrum . . The souldiers that the Monmouth wear. From Cleveland's Square-Cap for me, the cap seems to have been made of plush And first, for the plush-sake, the Monmouth-cap comes. 11 (Sat. Songs, 134.) It was worn by sailors, as Mr. Fairholt 28 32 The Italyan, in her hye shapines,1 he will not ffeare to goe nought liues aboue the center, noe health, noe ffashyon, wine, nor wench, ffins. and there's no woman that he daren't try. Chapeene.-B.M. Choppines.-P. "A high sooled Shoe, v. Chapin. Sp. Chapin de mugér, a woman's shooes, such as they vse in Spaine, mules, or high cork shooes." Percivale, by Minsheu. Chopines, says Mr. Fairholt, were shoes elevated "as high as a man's leg." Raymond's Voyage through Italy, 1648. They are mentioned by Shakspere (Hamlet, act ii. scene 2), and were occasionally worn in England, but not of so great an altitude. See Douce's Illustrations of Shakspere.-F. Come wanton wenches. An old courtezan's advice to younger ones to grant their favours coyly; not to be forward, except at first, and so whet their hirers' desire. Wenches, I'll tell you how to manage. Husband your ware. Be freer of speech than act. Conceal your passion; spare your favours when men are eager. 8 12 16 [Page 404 of MS.] COME: all you wanton wenches to keepe your selues ffrom Iadeinge! all baytes ffor to entrapp men, be not att ffirst to nice nor coye when gamsters you are courtinge, Let not your outward iesture b[e]rawy your inward passyon; but seeme to neglect, when most you doe affect, in a cunning scornefull ffashyon. be sparing of your flavors when mens loue grow most Eagare; 20 yett keepe good guard, or else all is mared. grant but a touch or a kisse ffor a tast, 24 & seeme not to bee willinge 1allwayes ffor to be billinge. with a tuch or a pinch, or a nipp or a wrenche, disapont their hopes ffullfillinge. Don't be always billing. If once you growe to lauish, 28 and all your wealth discouer, you cast of hope; for then with too much scope you doe dull your Egar louer. then order soe your treasure, 32 & soe dispend your store, Let men taste and that tho men do tast, their loues may neuer wast, 44 48 you whett desire, & daylye add fire to a spiritt almost spent. be sure att the next encounter you put your loue to striue; yett be not rude, if need he will intrude, soe shall your trading thriue, soe shall you still be ffreshlye woed, like to a perfect mayd. & doe as I haue sayd, your ffaininge seemes true, 52 & like venus euer new, and your trading is not betrayd. ffinis. If you yield, struggle and say you didn't mean it, and next time, make more fuss over it: but don't be too rude. Thus you'll always be wooed like a maiden. A note of Percy's here, of five lines, rubbed or scratched out.-F. 2 that which, what.-F. As it beffell on a Day: [Page 443 of MS.] As: itt beffell on a sumers day, as heere records my storye,— 2 London damsells fforth they wold ryde, Sisters they were, exceeding ffine, soe fine, so ffeate, so sweet, soe neate, so delicate; to fill their belly ffull of Codlings. Then to an orchard straight they went, the younger with a bold attempt "I ffirst did intend to enter: nay, softly!" quoth the Elder wench, pray thee lett vs goe ffrom hence; ffor heare I am in some suspence that heare I shall not gett no Codlings." |