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A54012
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Pendragon, or, The carpet knight his kalendar
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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Wing P1142; ESTC R2343
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understand too The Quis Quid Quomodo Cur Quando Of this bold Whisper Both agreed To walk with all convenient speed To the next Coffee-house of Fame To learn the Certainty o' th' same Mean while there 's not a Word let drop About th' Adventure of the Rope Of which the Knight as little said As Hugh when he was nipt o' th' Head Crossing the Street it so did fall By chance that Hugh was next the Wall For which he doth apologize And cries Sir let me blush for this 'T is indecorous nor should I Take Place of better Quality But that a Surdity in Ear sinister To me much Trouble doth admin'ster The Knight reply'd Custom and Use Was a sufficient full Excuse And bid him speak no more of that But keep the Wall and put on 's Hat When they were come in Coffee-room Thro' misty Clouds of different Fume Spying one empty Table there They sat them down with prick'd-up Ear. No sooner each had call'd for 's Dish But enters one with smiling Phiz With Riding-Whip and dirty Boots And in 'twixt Knight and Squire he puts What News was ask'd by ev'ry Body Who had their Answers to 't as ready Yet Hugh this Stranger pumps beyond Good Manners and the decent Bound Of Modesty that he 'd unload What he had gather'd on the Road. Sir quoth Ignotus so an 't please ye We call the Stranger You 're uneasie Methinks at these Reports which fly About our Ears beneath the Sky Therefore for Satisfaction know Arthur of Britain like a Crow Has gone the World round many a Year And just now we expect him here Which News as sure and certain is As that there was an Amadis De Gaul a Fiarbras or Guy Of Warwick or of Burgundy A Lanc'lot de Lake and Queen Genover Who by none living now were seen ever A British Lady call'd Quintanione Who drank as much Wine as did any one Yet says the Knight o' th' Mancha those Must not be reckon'd Fabulous As sure as I dare boldly say Perseus reliev'd Andromeda Prince Arthur's sailing cross the Seas Even now Britannia to release To heal her Wounds and break the Shackles Put on her by unnat'ral Rake-hells Who by pretence of Loyalty Would bring us into Slavery And fain would cokes us or affright From Liberties and Law and Right Who Rome's Religion here would fix In Masses and the Crucifix And would have nothing more to do With the Old Testament or New As Dunkeld's Bishop told Dean Thomas I 've liv'd as comfortably as some has And yet upon my Word and Troth I ne'er read either of them Both. Look you Sir whosoe'er you are I know not and as little care But mind me We have had of late Such precious Ministers of State Such Priests and Lawyers who laid by Religion Law and Property Once cry'd a Priest of ours Alas Why should we start at hearing Mass We lik'd it once before we lost it And shall again when we are us'd to 't ' When introduc'd over or under T will give us about Nine Days Wonder As well might the same Gentleman Have said Nine more for th' Alcoran Another some few Years before Fond of a Popish Successor In his Address he makes to th' King Tells him to fright him from the Thing His next Heir's Disinherison Was such that no Religion No Law no Fault no Forfeiture Take Wind a little Doctor G Could the same alter or diminish And why not add to or replenish Such was the Learned Doctor 's Speech As Coblers who when heard to preach Do always go beyond their Last This out run Constable as fast Who might upon a due Enquiry Have seiz'd him on a Praemunire Thus 't is when Priest will blindly rush on Things quite beside his Pulpit-Cushion Suppose the next Heir was a Felon And caught i' th' very Act of Stealing Sure that which takes away his Life Will of Succession him deprive Which for a Truth you may rehearse Sir I love Reasoning in Verse All this did Sir Pendragon hear Who could not for his Blood forbear Longer from giving smart Reply Sir 't is a sawcy Liberty You take in making these Reflexions On Statesmens Priests and Princes Actions You who the Government arraign For not conforming to your Brain To know your Duty better ought Or be t' its Rods Submission taught 'T is therefore very fitting I Demand of you Security Or make your Mittimus unto A Place where you 'd be loth to go How quoth Ignotus What I 've told Touches your Worships Copy-hold Have I found where the Shooe doth pinch I see I make a gall'd Horse winch On second Thoughts you 'll take Advice And e'er you act consider twice Suspend your own Authority A while and lay Resentment by Not that I want sufficient Bail But 't is at present under Sail. I 'll be forth-coming on Parol On day of Trial safe and whole You hear of strange unusual Lights Which in the Skies appear at Nights Some wear a discontented Look That High-Commission Seal is broke Now that Old Charters are restor'd And Councils tend to an Accord He that afresh creates a Squabble Displeases both the Court and Rabble 'T is unsafe to lay a Man by th' Heels Now a Day 's coming for Appeals Pendragon gnash'd his Teeth for Anger Not knowing how to deal with Stranger Hugh bit his Lips with Indignation To hear of Charters Restoration Grew pale lest he who caus'd Surrender Should be impeach'd for an Offender But the Knight mutter'd Talk's but idle Licentious Tongues may meet a Bridle When least they think to feel Restraint Then up he rose and out he went Hugh stands and strikes his Fist like Muttons On his own Breast against his Buttons Quoth he No Man that wears a Head Durst speak the Things that you have said Without being call'd t' account therefore Then cock'd and strutted out a-door Pendragon made a little Stop A Pissing-while till Hugh came up Then whisper'd as along they sawnter'd What a strange Fellow we encounter'd Who had he what to him belong'd Ought to be whipp'd and rack'd and hang'd A Commonwealths-man you may swear By his unlucky Looks and Fleer And in Religion his Opinion Is Calvinist or else Socinian I hate him for the News he told Which makes my very Blood turn cold Puts me all o'er into a Shiver Like a strong Access of a Fever Nor can I draw a Right Conclusion From Things appearing in Confusion O lamentable Sir quoth Hugh What we have heard's most certain true And should our Fears too come to pass We 're in a miserable Case All of us ruin'd and undone The Father Mother Sister Son Thus with Complaints most dolorous Hugh waits upon the Knight to 's House Where Laurence met them at the Door And seeing them look sad and sowre Courage he cry'd my worthy Friends Much better Fortune us attends Perhaps than may to you be known By an Express this Afternoon Certain Intelligence is come That
Words in eithers Speech Were Whore and Rogue and Dog and Bitch Which Decency will not repeat Nor will our Brevity admit Laurence grown sensible beside Of the quick Turning of the Tide Finding both Spouse and Times too hot For his abiding on the Spot Resolv'd since he could have no Room here Straightways to pack off to St. Omar And in the Turning of ones Back Bâ—hold him under Sail of Smack Thom'sine put Finger in her Eye At Parting but she could not cry When all she said was Since 't is so As he came lightly let him go Many with Laurence put to Sea And some of Highest Quality The Mixture was as universal As that of Grand Dance in Rehearsal Here a fat Friar may be seen Shouldring and sidling to a Queen A Foot man there in Cabin thrust is With one but late a Lord Chief-Justice A Prelate lately clad in Purple Stuck 'twixt a Laundress and a Tarpol So may be seen in the same Cellar In London-Town of some close Dweller Cold Scraps set by with Shooes and Sandals Raw Joint hung up near Pound of Candles Drink-Barrel Cobwebs Culm and Coal Behind the Door the Privy-hole As diff'rent Sort did now embark As once were stow'd in Noah's Ark But only those were Beasts and Fowl And these had once a Humane Soul Which now transform'd to that of Hare Was put in such a Fright and Scare That ev'ry pitiful Crowdero That could but tune or sing Burlero Beyond-Sea drove the flying Heroe Ev'n Fear in Triumph rides and seizes All Sorts now Pardon Catechresis Not only those who were surrounded With Guilt were by its Terrors wounded But Men of Honesty Britannick Were strangely struck with Horror Panick As if Old England was to perish By a small Handful of Wild Irish Towns burnt Throats cut i' th' Neighbourhood Tho' no Man saw nor Smoak nor Blood Yet the false terrible Alarms Provok'd the Peasant to his Arms. Great was the Out-cry in its kind Which carry'd on the Wings o' th' Wind Left Danger Fears and Foes behind Tho' soon the frightful Dream was o'er And Foes Fears Danger out of door Who fell on Thursday in a Swoon Oppress'd with Laughter tumbled down On Friday Morning for the Cause Of Terror so ridiculous So soon the Innocent were freed From Harm and Peril Fear and Dread But to th' Obnoxious various Ill Doth threaten to continue still Tho' Hugo was last Month o'er-run So far with Superstition Made by ill-boading Birds afraid Which muted as they flew on 's Head Yet he took Heart-a-grace and try'd By the quick changing of his Side His Neck and Substance both to save For all he ' ad plaid so much the Knave Perceiving where his Bread was butter'd Himself equipp'd and well accouter'd Away he gallops on his Horse Until he met with Arthur's Force Whom he shakes kindly by the Hands And cries You 're welcom my dear Friends This is the joyful Day indeed When we shall be from Bondage freed The Popish Priests and Emissaries Rub off in Mists like juggling Fairies Our Properties are laid a whitning And our Foes fly away like Lightning Strangers believ'd the Man spoke true Because they saw him clad in Blue And if it was Dissimulation He manag'd it with great Discretion He patiently Reproaches bore From those who knew him heretofore And if he met with Kick or Cuff Put it up quietly enough Who of his past vile Actions told Had his Mouth straightways stopp'd with Gold Hugh's open Purse was held in Common And many a Friend he made with Mammon He now stands having paid his Fine Rectus in Curia by his Coin Not so Pendragon whom we said Was sore afflicted and dismay'd He knew not where he best could stay Nor had the Power to run away If seiz'd he must expect to fare Alike with Aesop's Trumpeter His pleading that he ne'er drew Blood Would do him very little good Himself not fighting only was An Aggravation to his Case Because it was most evident That he had been an Instrument To blow the Bellows of Destruction Who shares more Guilt than he who looks on A Tyrant in his raging Fits Owes half the Murders he commits To scoundrel Cowards who incense Him with the specious Pretence That Cutting Throats and Desolation Is for the Publick Good o' th' Nation That driving Subjects from their Dwelling Is but to hinder their Rebelling To burn and stab and hang and flea Means of expelling Heresie And the well-exercis'd Dragoon Fittest to plant Religion That Monarchs who the same won't licence Ought to be made away with Poysons Sick at the Heart Pendragon grew And as unsav'ry as a Iew It cut him to the very Soul To meet with nothing but Controul To find the Politicks he taught Were render'd false and worse than naught His Wit so sharp in the Lampoon On Mobb was by the Mobb run down And for the Crimes his Wit committed By Mobb he fear'd to be De Witted All his Offences with his Pen VVere by the same paid home again Expos'd and made ridiculous And pepper'd worse than D'avenant's Mouse VVhich got poor Thing a Pocky Clap But a more fatal dire Mishap Impended o'er Pendragon's Head For when an Act of Grace was read Pardon almost for ev'ry Crime VVas granted to the present Time He heard poor harmless VVretch by Name Himself excepted in the same Nay then quoth he where-e'er I go The Halter still does me pursue Of all the Friends I lately had There 's none in Circumstance so bad Laurence who parted with his Faith VVith a false Consort parted hath VVelcom to his Fraternity He 's safe enough from Hanging free Madam once Darling of my Soul Has plaid the Jilt but not the Fool She 's married to a wealthy Cit And Money far surpasses VVit Witness that Rogue my quondam Squire Lately so much at my devoir Abus'd me grosly to my Throat And turn'd without a Blush his Coat His having Money makes the Knave Now in his Life and Fortunes safe Eas'ly that Wretch doth Scandal slight Who saves his Life and Substance by 't My Life 's on Wing my Fortune 's flown And Infamy survives alone A Diego's Will before my Death When I have Nothing to bequeath Would but expose me to the Mock Of all Men for a Laughing-stock Strange Things my Fancy doth presage It sets before my Eyes a Sledge By which there stands with uncomb'd Hair A Blear-ey'd Executioner With Night-cap Halter Saws and Knife Prepar'd to take away my Life My Ears hear nothing but the Knell And Sound of St. Sepulchre's Bell. The Turks believe and Tunquinese That Death most Honourable is Which sheds no Blood thro' any Hole But keeps the Skin intire and whole Then Hanging they must needs prefer But what make Saws and Hatchets there Avaunt My Brains grow hot and burn And tho' I can't yet they may turn And so may prove the happiest Remedy That can assist me in Extremity Mean time these frightful Sentiments Do not become a Man of Sense A celebrated Wit to cry Because he is about to die For shame Since Pow'r is left me yet To walk and talk and drink and eat I Life enjoy and so long hope That I may slip beside the Rope Which to effect it will be wise To put my self in such Disguise That none can know me and then skulk Close under a Translator's Bulk THE CLOSE THE Farce is ended What remains Will not become our Dogg'rel Strains Let a refin'd Heroick Verse Great Arthur's History rehearse Be That committed to the Care Of wise Apollo's Son and Heir Who all so wondrous are his Merits His Father's Faculties inherits His Cures extend to Humane Kind Diseas'd in Body and in Mind Expells the Modern Malady Which had o'er-run our Poetry His Verse so purg'd and fin'd from Dross Exalted others doth surpass Far as the Heroe whom he sings Excells all other Mortal Kings Burlesque may serve us to remove Wheel-barrow-like our Dunghills off To clear the Rubbish from our Home But He must sing of King Dom. Com. FINIS Books printed for Iohn Newton at the Three Pigeons in Fleetstreet THE Honourable Hugh Hare Esq his Charge at the General Quarter-Sessions of the Peace for the County of Surrey held at Darking The Second Edition corrected An Historical Relation of the Conspiracy of John Louis Count de Fieschi against the City of Genoua in the Year 1547. Written in Italian by Augustin Mascardi Gentleman of the Bed-chamber to Pope Urban the Eighth Done into English by the Honourable Hugh Hare Esq Dr. Falle's Account of the Isle of Jersey with a New Map dedicated to the King His Three Sermons on several Occasions Sir Francis Bacon's Essays A Discourse of Natural and Revealed Religion in several Essays Or The Light of Nature a Guide to Divine Truth By Mr. Timothy Nurse The Anatomy of the Earth By Thomas Robinson Rector of Busby in Cumberland New Observations on the Natural History of the World of Matter and this World of Life In Two Parts Being a Philosophical Discourse grounded upon the Mosaick System of the Creation and the Flood To which are added Some Thoughts concerning Paradise the Conflagration of the World and a Treatise of Meteorology With Occasional Remark upon some late Theories Conferences and Essays By Mr. Tho Robinson Pendragon Or The Carpet-Knight his Kalendar A Poem A Panegyrick to the KING on the Peace By Jo. Glanvill Esq of Lincolns-Inn The History of the Campagne in Flanders for the Years 1692 1693 1694 1695 1696 and 1697 being the Yeâ— of Peace All written by Ed. d' Auergne M. A. Rector of St. Brelade in the Isle of Jersey Chaplain to His Majesty's Regiment of Scots Guards