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Chris. How now? what's the matter? king's players. Master Burbage has been
Ven. A place, forsooth, I do want a about and about with me, and so has old place : I would have a good place, to see Master Hemings too, they ha' need of my child act in before the King and him : where is he, trow, ha! I would fain see Queen's majesties, God bless 'em! to him-pray God they have given him some night.
drink since he came. Chris. Why, here no place for you. Chris. Are you ready, boys! Strike up,
Ven. Right, forsooth, I am Cupid's nothing will drown this noise but a drum : mother, Cupid's own mother, forsooth; a' peace yet ! I ha' not done. Singyes, forsooth. I dwell in Pudding-lane
Now their intent is above to present”— ay, forsooth, he is prentice in Love-lane, with a bugle-maker, that makes of your Car. Why, here be half of the probobs and bird-bolts for ladies.
perties forgotten, father. Chris. Good lady Venus of Pudding- Offer. Post and Pair wants his pur-chops lane, you must go out for all this.
and his pur-dogs.? Ven. Yes, forsooth, I can sit anywhere,
Car. Have you ne'er a son at the groom so I may see Cupid act: he is a pretty porter's, to beg or borrow a pair of cards child, though I say it, that perhaps should quickly 13 not, you will say. I had him by my first Gam. It shall not need, here's your husband; he was a smith, forsooth, we son Cheater without, has cards in his dwelt in Do-little-lane then : he came a pocket. month before his time, and that may make Offer. Ods so ! speak to the guards to him somewhat imperfect; but I was a let him in, under the name of a property. fishmonger's daughter."
Gam. And here's New-year's-gift has an Chris. No matter for your pedigree, orange and rosemary, but not a clove to your house : good Venus, will you depart? stick in't.
Ven. Ay, forsooth, he'll say his part, I New-Year. Why, let one go to the warrant him, as well as e'er a play-boy of spicery: 'em all: I could ha' had money enough Chris. Fy, fy, fy ! it's naught, it's naught, for him an I would have been tempted, boys ! and ha' let him out by the week to the Ven. Why, I have cloves, if it be cloves
| But I was a fishmonger's daughter.] This Pur Ceit deceaues the expectation alludes to the prolific nature of fish. The jest, Of him, perhaps, that tooke the stakes away; which, such as it is, is not unfrequent in our old Then to Pur Tant hee's in subiection: dramatists, needs no farther illustration.
For Winners on the Losers oft do play." % Post and Pair wants his pur-chops and his
This only involves the matter in greater diffipur-dogs.] Here I am fairly at fault. None of the prose descriptions of this game which I have culty, by adding other terms as unintelligible to
me as those in the text. Pur Ceit is probably perused make any mention of either of these what the Compleat Gamester calls the Seat at terms; and Mr. Douce, on whose assistance I which you must stake, when two cards have mainly relied in this difficulty, fails me alto- been dealt about; but this does not much adgether. He has never encountered the words ; and all chance of explaining them nust there- gain from this long note is a confirmation of
vance the explanation ;-all that the reader can fore, I fear, be looked upon as desperate. The Rev. Mr. Todd transmitted the following p. 29), that the “simple games of our ances
what was suggested on a former occasion (vol. i. extract to me from a scarce volume of poetry by tors," as the commentators call them, were comJohn Davies, called Wittes Pilgrimage :
plicated in a very extraordinary degree. “Mortall Life compared to Post and Pare.
3 A pair of cards.] i.e., a pack of cards. This “Some being Cock, like Crauens give it ore
term is common to all the writers of our author's To them that haue the worst Cards in the time. Thus Heywood, stock:
"A pair of cards, Nicolas, and a carpet to For if the one be ritch, the other poore,
cover the table." The Cock proues Crauen, and the Crauen
Woman Killed with Kindness. Cock!
But they seem to have used pair in a very loose Some, having lost the double Pare and Post, sense, for an aggregate of any kind, and as Make their advantage on the Purrs they haue; synonymous with set; thus we read of a payre
["On indirect helpes.') of chesmen,” “ pair of beads,” &c. Whereby the Winner's winnings all are lost, (Ascham says that "a payre of cards cost not Although, at best, the other's but a knaue. past two-pence.”-F. C.]
you want, I have cloves in my purse, I This Carol plays, and has been in his days never go without one in my mouth.
A chirping boy and a kill-pot : Car. And Mumming has not his vizard Kit cobbler it is, I'm a father of his, neither.
And he dwells in the lane called Fill-pot. Chris. No matter! his own face shall serve for a punishment, and 'tis bad | But who is this? O, my daughter Cis, enough; has Wassel her bowl, and Mince- Mince-pie; with her do not dally pie her spoons ?
On pain o' your life : she's an honest cook's Offer. Ay, ay : but Misrule doth not like wife, his suit; he says the players have lent And comes out of Scalding-alley. him one too little, on purpose to disgrace him.
Next in the trace comes Gambol in place ; Chris. Let him hold his peace, and his And to make my tale the shorter, disgrace will be the less : what?'shall we My son Hercules, tane out of 'Distaffproclaim where we were furnished ? Mum ! lane, mum! a' peace ! be ready, good boys.
But an active man and a porter. “ Now their intent is above to present,
Now Post and Pair, old Christmas's heir, With all the appurtenances,
Doth make and a gingling sally ; A right Christmas, as of old it was,
And wot you who, 'tis one of my two To be gathered out of the dances.
Sons, card-makers in Pur-alley. Which they do bring, and afore the king,
Next in a trice, with his box and his dice, The queen, and prince, as it were now
Mac-pippinmy son, but younger, Drawn here by love ; who over and above, Brings Mumming in ; and 'the knave will Doth draw himself in the geer too.
For he is a costermonger. Here the drum and fife sounds, and they But New-year's-gift of himself makes shift march about once. In the second coming
To tell you what his name is : up, CHRISTMAS proceeds in his SONG.
With orange on head and his ginger
bread, Hum drum, sauce for a coney ;
Clem Waspe of Honey-lane 'tis.
And for Twelfth-night more meet too :
She works by the ell, and her name is Nell, And now to ye, who in place are to see, And she dwells in Threadneedle-street With roll and farthingale hoopéd :
too. I pray you know, though he want his bow, By the wings, that this is Cupid. Then Offering, he, with his dish and his
tree, He might go back, for to cry What you That in every great house keepeth, lack?
Is by my son, young Little-worth, done, But that were not so witty :
And in Penny-rich street he sleepeth. His
cap and coat are enough to note, That he is the Love o' the City.
Last, Baby-cake, that an end doth make
Of Christmas' merry, merry vein-a, And he leads on though he now be gone, Is child Rowlan, and a straight young For that was only his-rule :
man, But now comes in Tom of Bosoms-inn, 1 Though he come out of Crooked-lane-a. And he presenteth Mis-rule.
There should have been, and a dozen I Which you may know by the very show, ween, Albeit you never ask it :
But I could find but one more For there you may see what his ensigns be, Child of Christmas, and a Log it was,
The rope, the cheese, and the basket. When I them all had gone o'er.
1 But now comes in, Tom of Bosoms-inn.] the deacon, in a border of blossoms or flowers.” " Blossoms-inn, but corruptly Bosoms-inn, in --Stow.
WHAL. Laurence-lane, and hath to sign St. Laurence 2 Mac-pippin.] The costermongers were then,
as now, chicfy from Ireland.
I prayed him, in a time so trim,
Robin: how does his majesty like him, I That he would make one to prance it: pray? will he give eightpence a day, think And I myself would have been the twelfth, you? Speak out, Robin. O, but Log was too heavy to dance it." Chris. Nay, he is out enough, you may
take him away and begin your dance : this Now, Cupid, come you on.
it is to have speeches.
Ven. You wrong the child, you do wrong Cup. You worthy wights, king, lords, the infant; I 'peal to his majesty.
Here they dance.
Chris. Well done, boys, my fine boys,
THE EPILOGUE. Cupid
Sings. Ven. Do not shake so, Robin ; if thou Nor do you think that their legs is all be'st a-cold, I ha' some warm waters for The commendation of my sons, thee here.
For at the Artillery garden they shall Chris. Come, you put Robin Cupid out As well forsooth use their guns, with your waters and your fisling; will you be gone?
And march as fine as the Muses nine, Ven. Ay, forsooth, he's a child you must Along the streets of London : conceive, and must be used tenderly; he And in their brave tires, to give their false was never in such an assembly before, for- fires, sooth, but once at the Warmoll Quest, for- Especially Tom my son. sooth, where he said grace as prettily as any of the sheriff's hinchboys, forsooth. Now if the lanes and the alleys afford Chris. Will you peace, forsooth?
Such an ac-ativity as this ; Cup. And which Cupidmand which At Christmas next, if they keep their Cupid,
word, Ven. Ay, that's a good boy, speak plain, Can the children of Cheapside miss ?
10 but Log was too heavy to dance it.] fort of posterity, who are thus delivered over by Every one knows that this alludes to the huge the critics to flat despair, I can unfold the log of wood which was placed in the kitchen mystery. If I happen to prove somewhat techimney--a chimney, be it remembered, that dious, I beseech the reader to advert to the imwould contain "twelve starveling chimneys es portance of the information, and the heart's ease these degenerate days,”-on Christmas eve with which it will afford to commentators yet unborn. appropriate ceremonies, and which it was a Dun is in the mire! then is a Christmas gammatter of religion, as Jonson calls it, to pre- bol, at which I have often played. A log of serve from being wholly consumed till the con- wood is brought into the midst of the room : clusion of the festival.
this is Dun (the cart-horse), and a cry is raised The mention of log recals to my mind another that he is stuck in the mire. Two of the comcircumstance which I once hoped to find an pany advance, either with or without ropes, to opportunity of introducing in a more appropriate draw him out. After repeated attempts, they place, but which certain monitions, not to be find themselves unable to do it, and call for more mistaken, no longer encourage me to expect. assistance. The game continues till all the I shall therefore advert to it here.
company take part in it, when Dun is extricated “ If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the of course ; and the merriment arises from the mire," occurs, as the reader knows, in Romeo awkward and affected efforts of the rustics to and Juliet, and has proved a very torment to lift the log, and from sundry arch contrivances the commentators from the days of Dr. Gray to to let the ends of it fall on one another's toes. the present.
Grievous have been the efforts to This will not be thought a very exquisite amuseexplain it, and pitiable the result, since they all ment; and yet I have seen much honest mirth terminate in this unsatisfactory conclusion, that at it; and have been far more entertained with “it is an old proverb.” Even Mr. Douce (by the ludicrous contortions of pretended struggles far the most excursive of the whole) is at fault than with the real writhing, the dark scowl of here: “There is no doubt (he says) that it is an avarice and envy exhibited by the same descripallusion to some now forgviten game. And tion of persons, in the gentecler amusement of again, “How it was practised we have yet to cards, the universal substitute for all our ancient learn."-Illustrations, ii. p. 179. For the com- i sports.
Though put the case, when they come in They should, sir, I tell ye, spare't out of place,
their belly, They should not dance, but hop :
And this way spend some of their pelf. Their very gold lace with their silk would 'em grace,
Ay, and come to the Court for to make you Having so many knights o' the shop.
At the least once every year : But were I so wise I might seem to As Christmas has done, with his seventh or advise
eighth son, So great a potentate as yourself,
And his couple of daughters dear.
Presented in the house of the Right Honourable the Lord Hay, by
divers of noble quality his friends; for the entertainment of Monsieur le BARON DE TOUR, Extraordinary Ambassador for the French King, on Saturday, February 22, 1617."
Quid titulum poscis ? versus duo tresve legantur.-MART.
A MASQUE, &c.] The Lord Hay had been sent on a grand embassy to France in 1616, ostensibly to congratulate the King of France on his marriage with the Infanta of Spain, but with private instructions to endeavour to discover if there was any likelihood of forming a match between the Prince (Charles) and the daughter of Henry IV. Nothing in the annals of diplomacy had ever equalled the splendour, not to say the preposterous extravagance, of this nobleman's public entry into Paris.
"Six trumpeters and two marshals in tawny velvet liveries, completely suited and laced all over with gold richly and closely laid, led the way; the ambassador followed with a great train of pages and footmen in the same rich livery, encircling his horse, and the rest of his retinue, according to their qualities and degrees, in as much bravery as they could devise or procure, followed in couples, to the wonderment of the beholders, who filled the windows, balconies, and streets. This is but a small part of what is said by Arthur Wilson on the subject, who seems almost at a loss for language to convey an adequate idea of the costly pageantry. “After the ambassador had been feasted magnificently (he adds), with all his gallant train, in several places, to show the grandeur of France, he came back and practised it here, making many times, upon several occasions, such stupendous feasts, and heaped banquets, as if all the creatures had contributed to his excess.”—Life of James, p. 94., It was on one of these “occasions" that the present entertainment (which I have called the Masque of Lethe) was presented.
1 [So says the folio, but the 22nd February, 1617-18, fell on a Sunday.-F. C.)