The sun's-darling a moral masque : as it hath been often presented at Whitehall by Their Majesties servants, and after at the Cock-pit in Drury Lane, with great applause / written by John Foard and Tho. Decker, Gent.
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- The sun's-darling a moral masque : as it hath been often presented at Whitehall by Their Majesties servants, and after at the Cock-pit in Drury Lane, with great applause / written by John Foard and Tho. Decker, Gent.
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- Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.
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- London :: Printed by J. Bell for Andrew Penneycuicke ...,
- 1656.
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"The sun's-darling a moral masque : as it hath been often presented at Whitehall by Their Majesties servants, and after at the Cock-pit in Drury Lane, with great applause / written by John Foard and Tho. Decker, Gent." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A39898.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 4, 2024.
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Musick take Ecchoes voice, and dance quick rounds To thine own times in ••epercussive sounds.
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Shee's a great woman, and all great women wish to be Empresses; her name, the Ladie Humor.
Creature! of a skin soft as Pomatum, sleek as Jellie, white as blanch'd Almonds; no Mercers wife ever handled yard with a prettier breath; sweet as a Monkies; lips of cherries, teeth of pearle, eies of diamond, foot and leg as—
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A green sickness thing, I came by the way of a hobby∣horse letter of Attorney, sent by my Ladie as a spie to you: Spring a hot Ladie, a few fields and gardens lass, can you feed upon sallets and tanzies, eat like an Asse upon grasse every day at my Ladies, coms to you now a Goose, now a Woodcock, no∣thing but fowl; fowl pies, platters all cover'd with foul, and is not fowl yery good fare?
The way is windie and narrow; for look you, I do but winde this Cornet, and if another answer it, she coms.
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Wee Mounsieur, hey nimbla upon de crosse caper, me take a de measure of de body from de top a de noddle to de heel and great toe, oh stish de fine: dis coller is cut out in anger scur∣vie, ohais beeshes pincha de bum, me put one French yard into de toder••ose.
A Flounder in a frying-pan, still skipping, one that loves
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mutton so well, he alwaies carries capers about him; his brains lie in his legs, and his legs serve him to no other use then to do tricks, as if he had bought em of a Jugler, hee's an Italian dan∣cer, his name—
Signior Lavolta (Messer mio) me tesha all de bella Co∣rantoes, galliardaes, piamettaes, capeorettaes, amorettaes dolche dolche to declamante do bona robaes de Tu••cana.
Yes, if you powr quick-silver into your shin-bones, as he does.
A Confecianador, which in your tongue is, a Comfit∣maker of Toledo, I can teach sugar to slip down your throat a million of waies.
In Conservs, candies, marmalades, sinkadoes, ponadoes, marablane, Bergamo••u, aranxues muria, lymons, berengenas of Toledo, oriones, potataes of Malag••, and ten millions more.
I am a Gun that can rore, two stelettoes in one sheath, I can fight and bounce too, my Ladie by mee, pre••ents this sword and belt to you
••le dri•••• you how to give the lie, and stab in the punto, if you dare not ••ight, then how to vamp a rotten quarrel with∣out ado.
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All lies gallap o're the world, and not grow old, nor be sick; a lie; one gallant went but into France last day, & was never his own man since, another stept but into the low Countries, and
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was drunk dead under the table, another did but peep into Eng∣land, and it cost him more in good morrows blowne up to him under his window, by Drums and Trumpets, then his whole voi∣age, besides he run mad upon't.