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A36762
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Psyche debauch'd a comedy : as it was acted at the Theatre-Royal / by T.D.
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Duffett, Thomas.
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1678
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Wing D2452; ESTC R11180
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lusty I love thee Sue I 'le take my Oath Then why art thou so crusty Thou shalt have Eggs and Clary Faddle Fiddle Hey down Diddle Faith let 's be merny Exeunt all the Dancers singing Red. It may be sweet Princes You like not this Solemn Musick Faddle Fiddle hey down Diddle I value not my self upon the Wit but the fitness of the words for Air and Melody Faddle Fiddle hey down Diddle Faith let 's be merry I have skill though I say 't that shud'nt as they say for the Iews Trump-Citizen and Trump-Marine I 'le turn my back to none though some have been bred up many years to 't I my self chalk'd out the way to the Tune-Maker I know I have many Foes that say I make not what I own but mum for that This Rare Opera is all mine I 'le swear but for the Dress and Trim give the Divel his due I am beholding to the most Serene and clear Monsieur Stephen the Kings Corn-cutter and so you are all for he put me upon 't Now if that you 'l wall in to close-up all We 'l have a most Serene and clear Rank Ball. Exit Redstreak Non. Oh happy silly life what sports are here Noise without noise grief without care Joys without joyes and frights without fear E'r all the World me from this life â—â—all hall I 'l cry lie down in ground and kick and sprawl Enter Ambition an Aldermans Wife Power Schoolmistress Plenty an Ale Wife and Peace a Zealot Plen. See where she is Oh! Missy y' are a Fine Princess to run away from your Friends so Pow. You put your Father King Andrew into a fine twitter twatter Amb. I come to fetch you from this life of Beast To grand Solemnity of City Feast Leave smoaky Cot and Cake-bread tough There 's Custards hot and Fools enough Leave Tib and Tom for good House-holder There 's Capon fat and Mutton shoulder Leave Eldern whistle Gut of Cats For City Horn-pipe and Waits By me ev'n Mrs. Steward you shall sit Whose Lilly hand carves every bit And tells the price to show housewifely Wit Lump shall be carri'd home too in Kerchief Wallet Or else it shall go hard infaith la shall se 't By me to noble thoughts you shall be brought And all the Arts of City Madam taught Locket on Arm Ring on Finger Of Bobs too in each ear a Clinger With fingers end or Diamond Ring to play And cry Oh! Lord when you have nought to say Finely to stretch or show the pouting lip I 'le teach you when to cry foro'th or sip I 'le teach you how to filtch and spend Dull Husbands muck on courtly Friend Yet with grave mouth to rail at th' other end Of this wild Town Leave boars with limbs more stiff and hard then Oak And think of ruling sparks in Camlet Cloak Fresh Sweet-hearts every day new love shall swear And in all junckers who 〈◊〉 None-so-fair Come come wed rich retailing Prince be Great Sit finely drest in Shop serve God and cheat Pow. I from your silly life do you invite I whose dread Scepter every child does fright Presents and Fasting dayes are my delight If None-so-fair will back to School with me None of my Girls shall eat so much as she And so that I may get the Pence With any 'Prentice Lord or Footman Prince I 'le give her leave to run away from thence Plenty Is this a place for None-so-fair As stately Painted Ale-house is fitter farr Come go with me and keep my splendid Barr. Princess thou shalt Govern there Luxurious Ale and double Beer Thy heart in precious Brandy thou shalt soak In clouds of strong Mundungus smoak Hid like a Goddess thou shalt lye Till thou art comely Plump and fair as I With ease Fat Bub and Virtuous Luxury Peace And I that thy delights may never cease Will steel thy soul with an audacious peace And lift up every sence With zealous Impudence When envious People rail thou shalt reply The Saints have suffered still and so must I. Let vicious Innocence be all thy care Such peace becomes chast wanton None-so-fair Nonsy Blest are the Rich and Happy eke are those That never saw Lord-Mayors Puppet Shows Nor like clean Beasts stood chewing cribs Till Coat was burnt from Rump with Squibs Ambition ne'r shall stick to my ribs Power in vain you huff and brag Since I have given School the bag Catch me there again and cut off my leg Plenty has told a tempting tale But in the mind I am I 'le drink no Ale Peace notably has spoak but pains must loose Girls know more now e'r they can tye their shooes You have your answers And may be gone Sirs Plenty How say by that Power She knows not what for her self is good Therefore let 's force her up between Dorsers And carry her home in spight of her blood a. Come Mrs. Minx Nonsy I won't goodly stincks Amb. I Faith but you shall a. Non I defie you all a Grandjurie of Furies Oh Mrs. Ambition pity my Condition Power Oh Power let me stay but one hour Gammar Plenty I 'le Saint ye sweet face goody Peace Pity my case Furies Divels Plagues Bastard help Redstreak Help Costard Oh here 's Prince Nicky I Faith He 'll lick ye Enter Prince Niclas and Amb. Pow. Plent. and Peace run off Nick. Since Queans are gone that came eftsoons to humble ye Oh let me now anon hear my last Doom most humbly Nons. The first request I did command Was that you should not hunt me out The next request you understand Will make you hang your ears and pout My peace you here come for to break After my back why should you sneak Nick. Cows that do fill our Guts can't long be hid Though Mice run into holes none see When they have eat our Bread and Cheese And stinck most basely when they 'r dead Sweet Cow you hide your Teats in vain Though your full Udder fills anothers pan Give me some stroakings to ease my pain Non. Prince Nick buckle of girdle turn For Milk of mine you ne'r shall churn Without's my skin but mind 's within Though you my hand may find you cannot reach my mind Nick. Will You on you take just such blame As Ciss did lay upon her Dame Make faults to punnish them Oh fie for shame If Dame should give her Fish to fry She must give Butter by and by Let ciss without Butter do what she can If she no Butter has she burns the Pan Butter to save she does Dame offend Who gave her Butter then to no end Cisses unbutter'd things may get her kicks For all her Maggots and her drop-nos'd tricks Butter can't err Ciss out o'th'way may turn Though Ciss may fret yet Butter cannot burn Non. Butter good Dames have still allow'd enough But Maids turn Butter into Kitchin-stuff So when they saw their Butter thrown away They put their Butter under lock and key Nick. If Dames Engine by Ciss
all day all night with din With Hempen cord have great Toe cramp'd By Dog of Newgate thump'd and stamp'd By Rogues and Vermine kept from sleep While some do roar and some do weep Oh Woossat harsh Prince Bruin cruel To sneak away from precious Jewel Yet in these horrours I could sing Had I again my pretty thing Song Let Beauty triumph o're despair For none are cruel to the Fair The Crooked the Old and deformed shall be From cares and affronts never free But the Youthful the pretty and kind In a Prison some pity will find For all are to Love and to beauty inclin'd One gives her a Bottle of Brandy and Sings this Come hither and take this Bottle of Nantz 'T will make mother Woossat soon leave off her rants For I know she is one of my Naunts Though she 's hot as a Codling 'T will make her straight Maudlin She 'l sip she 'l sigh she 'l swear she 'l sing and she 'l melt She 'l kiss thee and groan for the pains thou hast felt Chorus Alass my poor Nonsy I grieve for thy smart For though an old Woman be never so tart A dram of the Bottle will soften her heart Song Thy Sisters must howl for the Trenchers they stole And the Princes are in the Pit-hole There they shall stay For ever and a day But Nonsey shall straight go to play 1. Make hast poor Nonsey 2. Make hast poor Nonsey Both. Make hast poor Nonsey to Bruin 1. For Nonsey shall injoy her pretty thing 2. For Nonsey c. Both. For Nonsey c. Chorus of all make hast poor Nonsey make c. make For Nonsey Non. Now I am so glad and so sorry I don't know which Leg to set foremost My Sisters were two crabbed vixons to me yet their Sufferings put out the lighted Tinder of my joy but then the Steel of my love strikes new Fire into the Tinder-box of my Inclination and makes my natural affection glow again I shall injoy my Bear for ever Oh happy Nonsey yet this was a horrible merry Tragedy O lo the Princess Nicklas and Phillip here again Enter Princess Phil. and Nick. Nick. No we are but their Ghosts Non. Their Ghosts Oh! 't is well you say so your selves for no-Body would believe it from any other what makes you come to me Nick. We vow'd at our Death 's to come and tell you what place we were at Non. Poor loving Ghosts tell me quickly then Nick. Immediately after we were dead we found our selves in a â—â—wer made all of Wishes pav'd with thoughts where at a Table of Heigh-hoes sat King Andrew and Mother Redstreak at Dinner they had a Phaenix boil'd with a Dish of love Raptures and drank nothing but Spirit of Extasie we sat down with them and Six Gods attended us after Dinner we slept upon a Couch of Virginity imbroyder'd all over with Kings smiles then walking by a Fountain of Fruition who should we see but King Andrew and his Queen at Hey-gammer-Cook in a Grotto of Innocence Non. Oh most ravishing delights but why is Phillip's Ghost so mopish Nick. He would have been kind to Gammar Redstreak and she threw a Glass of extasie in his Chops One thing dear Princess we must intreat of you that you will sing that Ingenious Song of the delights of the Bottle three and thirty times and make as many Cursy's to the West for till that is done our Soul's won't be free of Elyzium Nonsy Upon my Honour I 'le do 't though I were to give my self a thump in the back ev'ry time For example Song The delights of the Bottle and the Charms of a drab When they pour out their pleasures will make a man mad All the night in deep Healths and loud Curses is spent Which the dull silly Fop the next day does repent And Love 's sweet debauch in a moment is gone But leaves a damn'd Pox to last all the life long Love and Wine rule the Swords that shed so much Blood All the World but for them would grow vertuous and good Were it not for the Witchcrafts of Wenching and Wine Madam would be poor and my Lord would be fine But she now keep her Coach and can live without thinking And damns her Debauch with his Wenching and Drinking Nick. Enough enough dear Princess farewel when thus you do Think of us two Phil. Dear Princess Farewel When thus you do think of us two For I 'm a Ghost though I stood so like a Post. None Farewel two such loving Ghosts were never found On English Ground The delights of the Bottle c. Oh how I begin to be weary If this will make Mother Woossat's heart chearful sure 't will refresh me Princess thy good health Nonsy I 'le pledge thee six go-downs humming stuff upon my honour Princess where is this sold Princess Asking questions Nonsy Time's precious Ah poor loving Ghosts The delights of the Bottle c. You had hard Fortune but there 's one above knows all Oh my head swims and I grow faint with strength My dear Bear farewell The delights of the Bottle She falls asleep Enter Bruin Bru. Where is my love where is my dear O lemine I think she 's here Where are thy eyes thy pretty eyes Look how thy love poor Bruin cries She 's dead she 's dead she 's dead Oh! whither art thou fled Oh Mother Woossat Oh cruel Death Oh! who has stop'd thy spicey breath Oh pretty Nonsy Oh hapless Bruin Oh fie Oh dear Oh me Oh thee Oh hear Thy sobbing houling Bear Oh Woossat Mother since tha 'st kill'd my joy I will thy Imps and sucking Toads destroy Thy Charmes and Pictures all shall perish too And what so e'r thou dost I will undo Woossat flies down in her Charriot Wooss. So Insolent why what a Murrain You 'l find the stink the worse for stirring Bru. I will revenge my dear Nonesee On Justice Crab and eke on thee What Hellish Teen what Devilish Ire Made thee leave Nonsey in the mire Wooss. For her you did neglect my Trade And when to Wishing-Chair I call'd for aid You wheedl'd him to be your Bawd Bru. Oh save my love my Nonsy save And I 'le for ever be thy Slave I 'le trot to Carriers ev'ry week Fresh Countrey Ware for thee to seek And when thou hast'm I 'le bring thee ev'ry Gallants Custom Wooss. Pry'thee stint thy silly talk Thou mayest as well turn Cheese to Chalk Bru. Oh my Nonsey Oh my heart Blood and Guts Oh save my dear Oh save my Queen of Sluts Thou stony-hearted Witch is this so much Think what fine Nymphs I did for thee debauch Wooss. Thou prat'st in vain the cruel Dye is cast Bru. Oh cruel Mother whither in such hast I 'le show thy tricks and all thy conjuring Art And make thee ride in Triumph in a Care No Gallant e'r shall rap at dore And without Man in vain is Whore Wooss. Th' art insolent I 'le hear no more