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Fitz. Then Green-hood. Acci. He's in Kendal-green, As in the Forest-colour seen.


Fitz. Next Blue-hood is, and in that hue Doth vaunt a heart as pure and true As is the sky; give him his due.

Acci. Of old England the yeoman blue.

Enter TAWNY-HOOD. Fitz. Then Tawny fra' the kirk that came. Acci. And cleped was the abbot's man.


Fitz. With Motley-hood, the man of law. Enter RUSSET-HOOD.

Acci, And Russet-hood keeps all in awe. Bold bachelors they are, and large, And come in at the country charge; Horse, bridles, saddles, stirrups, girts, All reckoned o' the county skirts! And all their courses, miss or hit, Intended are for the shire-wit, And so to be received. Their game Is country sport, and hath a name From the place that bears the cost, Else all the fat i' the fire were lost. Go, Captain Stub, lead on, and show What house you come on by the blow You give Sir Quintain, and the cuff You scape o' the sand-bag's counterbuff.1 [Flourish.


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Go, Captain Stub, lead on, and show What house you come on by the blow You give Sir Quintain, and the cuff You scape o' th' sand-bag's counterbuff.] The diversion here mentioned is thus described by Dr. Kennet: "They set up a post perpendicularly in the ground, and then placed a slender piece of timber on the top of it on a spindle, with a board nailed to it on one end and a bag of sand on the other. Against this board they rode with spears. Dr. Plot writes, that he saw it at Deddington in Oxfordshire, where only strong staves were used: which violently bringing about the bag of sand, if they made not good


Acci. Well run, Green-hood, got between, Under the sand-bag he was seen, Lowting low, like a forester green. Fitz. He knows his tackle and his treen. [Flourish.


Acci. Give the old England yeoman his

He's hit Sir Quintain just in the qu→
Though that be black, yet he is blue,
It is a brave patch and a new! [Flourish.

Fitz. Well run, Tawny, the abbot's churl,
His jade gave him a jerk,

As he would have his rider hurl

His hood after the kirk,

But he was wiser and well beheft,
For this is all that he hath left. [Flourish.

Fitz. Or the saddle turned round, or the girts brake

For low on the ground, woe for his sake!
The law is found.

Acci. Had his pair of tongues not so much

To keep his head in his motley hood, [Safe from the ground ?2] [Flourish.


Fitz. Russet ran fast, though he be


Acci. He lost no stirrup, for he had none. Fitz. His horse it is the herald's weft. Acci. No, 'tis a mare, and hath a cleft. Fitz. She is country-borrowed, and no vail, Acci. But's hood is forfeit to Fitz-Ale. Here ACCIDENCE did break them off by calling them to the dance, and to the bride, who was drest like an old Maylady, with scarfs, and a great wrought handkerchief, with red and blue, and other habiliments: six maids attending

speed away, it struck them on the neck and shoulders, and sometimes perhaps knocked them off their horses."-Paroch. Antiq. WHAL

[Safe from the ground.] A line is lost in this place, and I have merely put in brackets what I conceive the sense of it to have been. [Is there any necessity for inserting a line here ?-F. C.]

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And hath a cleft.] This passage is quoted by Mr. Todd to illustrate the meaning of clefts, a term in farriery for a disease of the pas terns." This is very innocently done; nevertheless I would advise the substitution of another example, for the present is unluckily not to the purpose.

on her, attired with buckram bride-laces begilt, white sleeves, and stamel petticoats, drest after the cleanliest country guise; among whom Mistress ALPHABET, Master ACCIDENCE's daughter, did bear a prime sway.

The two bride-squires, the cake-bearer and the bowl-bearer, were in two yellow leather doublets and russet hose, like two twin clowns prest out for that office, with livery hats and ribands.

Acci. Come to the bride; another fit
Yet show, sirs, of your country wit,
But of your best. Let all the steel
Of back and brains fall to the heel;
And all the quicksilver in the mine
Run in the foot-veins, and refine
Your firk-hum-jerk-hum to a dance,
Shall fetch the fiddles out of France,
To wonder at the horn-pipes here,
Of Nottingham and Darbyshire.

Fitz. With the phant'sies of hey-troll,
Troll about the bridal bowl,
And divide the broad bride-cake,
Round about the bride's-stake.

Acci. With, Here is to the fruit of Pem, Fitz. Grafted upon Stub his stem, Acci. With the Peakish nicety, Fitz. And old Sherewood's vicety. The last of which words were set to a tune, and sung to the bagpipe, and measure of their dance; the clowns and company of spectators drinking and eating the



Let's sing about, and say, Hey troll, Troll to me the bridal bowl, And divide the broad bride-cake, Round about the bride's-stake. With, Here is to the fruit of Pem, Grafted upon Stub his stem, With the Peakish nicety, And old Sherewood's vicety. But well danced Pem upon record, Above thy yeoman or May-lord. Here it was thought necessary they should be broken off by the coming in of a GENTLEMAN, an officer or servant of the LordLieutenant's, whose face had put on, with his clothes, an equal authority for

the business.

Gent. Give end unto your rudeness: know at length

Whose time and patience you have urged, the KING'S

Whom if you knew, and truly, as you ought,

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-Our King is going now to a great work,
Of highest love, affection, and example,
To see his native country and his cradle,
And find those manners there which he
sucked in

With nurse's milk and parent's piety.
O sister Scotland! what hast thou deserved
Of joyful England, giving us this King!
What union (if thou lik'st) hast thou not

In knitting for Great Britain such a garland,

And letting him to wear it? Such a king As men would wish that knew not how to

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Love's Welcome.


At the EARL of NEWCASTLE'S, the 30th of July, 1634.

LOVE'S WELCOME.] The King (as was observed before) was so well pleased with the Entertainment at Welbeck, that he sent the Earl of Newcastle word, the Queen was resolved to make a progress with him into the north, and he therefore desired him to prepare the same amusement for her which had given him such satisfaction in the preceding year. "Which, (says her Grace,) my lord accordingly did, and endeavoured for it with all possible care and industry, sparing nothing that might add splendour to that feast, which both their Majesties were pleased to honour with their presence. Ben Jonson he employed in fitting such scenes and speeches as he could best devise, and sent for all the gentry of the country to come and wait on their Majesties. This entertainment he made at Bolsover Castle, in Derbyshire, some five miles distant from Welbeck, and resigned Welbeck for their Majesties lodging. It cost him in all between fourteen and fifteen thousand pounds."-Life of the Duke of Newcastle, p. 184. It is probable that the course at the Quintain was repeated; what we have here was exhibited, not at the dinner, but at the banquet, a kind of dessert, which was usually served up in an open room. This little piece is wretchedly given in the folio.

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Bas. Welcome should season all for taste. Enter the third QUATERNIO: DRESSER the Cho. At every real banquet to the sense, Welcome, true welcome, fill the compliments.

After the Banquet,

The KING and QUEEN being retired, were entertained with a DANCE of ME


Enter Coronel VITRUVIUS speaking to some without.

plumber; QUARREL the glazier; FRET the plaisterer; BEATER, mortar-man, And you, Dresser the plumber; Quarrel the glazier; Fret the plaisterer; and Beater the mortar-man; put all you on in the rear; as finishers in true footing with tune and measure.

Measure is the soul of a dance, and Tune the tickle-foot thereof. Use holiday legs, and have 'em; spring, leap, caper, and gingle: pumps and ribands shall be your reward, till the soles of your feet swell with the surfeit of your light and nimble motion.

[Here they began to dance. Well done, my musical, arithmetical, geometrical gamesters! or rather my true mathematical boys! it is carried in number, all harmony, and the figures a well-timed weight, and measure, as if the airs were

Vit. Come forth, boldly put forth i' your holiday clothes, every mother's son of you. This is the King and Queen's majestical holiday. My lord has it granted from them; I had it granted from my lord; and do give it unto you gratis, that is, bona fide, with the faith of a surveyor, your coronel Vitruvius. Do you know what a surveyor is now? I tell you, a supervisor. proportion! I cry still, deserve holidays A hard word that; but it may be softened, and have 'em. I'll have a whole quarter and brought in to signify something. An of the year cut out for you in holidays, and overseer ! one that overseeth you. A busy laced with statute-tunes and dances, fitted man! and yet I must seem busier than I to the activity of your tressels, to which am, as the poet sings, but which of them I you shall trust, lads, in the name of your will not now trouble myself to tell you. Iniquo Vitruvius. Hey for the lily, for, and the blended rose ! Enter the first QUATERNIO: Captain SMITH, (or VULCAN,) with three Cyclops. O Captain Smith! or hammer-armed Vulcan with your three sledges, you are our music; you come a little too tardy, but we remit that to your polt-foot, we know you are lame. Plant yourselves there, and beat your time out at the anvil. Time and Measure are the father and mother of music, you know, and your coronel Vitruvius knows a little.

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Here the DANCE ended, and the
MECHANICS retired,

The King and Queen had a second banquet set down before them from the clouds by two Loves, EROS and ANTEROS: one as the King's, the other as the Queen's, differenced by their garlands only; his of white and red roses, the other of lilies interweaved, gold, silver, purple, &c. with a bough of palm in his hand cleft a little at the top; they were botlı armed and winged; with bows and quivers, cassocks, breeches, buskins, gloves, and perukes alike. They stood silent a while, wondering at one another, till at last the lesser of them began to speak.

Er. Another Cupid.

An. Yes, your second self,
A son of Venus, and as mere an elf
And wag as you.

written notes in the margin of a volume which was not published till 1655. There is just a chance, considering the troubled state of the times, that the work may have been printed before the earl's death, though not published till a later date. It is dedicated to an Earl Philip, but whether the fourth or fifth is not specified.F. C.)

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