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A complete list of the several pamphlets, published by a writer who so frequently employed the press, is scarce to be expected. The following is more perfect than any one which hath yet appeared :

1. “ The Wonderfull Yeare, 1603. Wherein is shewed the Picture of London, lying sicke of the Plague. At the ende of all, (like a merry Epilogue to a dull Play,) certaine Tales ure cut out in

sundry fashions, of purpose to shorten the lives of long Winter Nights, that lye watching in the darke for us, 4to, 1603."

Reprinted in Phænix Britannicus, 1732, Vol. I. p. 27.

2. The whole Magnificent Entertainment given to King James, Queen Anne his Wife, and " Henry Frederick the Prince, upon the day of his Majesties triumphant

passage (from the Tower) " through his Honourable Citie und Chamber of London, the 15th of March, 1603, as well by the

English as by the Strangers ; with the Speeches and Songs delivered in the sederal Pageants; and " those Speeches that before were published in Latin, now newly set forth in English, by Thomas Dekker, 41o, 1604."

3. “ News from Hell; brought by the Divel's Carrier, 4to, 1606.” The running title is, The Divel's Answere to Pierce Pennylesse.

4. The Seven Deadly Sinnes of London, drawn in seven severall Coaches through the seden sederall " Gates of the Citie ; bringing the Plague with them, 4to, 1606."

5. Jests to make you Merryer, 410, 1607.
6. A Knight's Conjuring done in Earnest, discovered in Jest, 4to, 1607.
7. The Dead Term, or Westminster Complaint, 8c. 4to, 1608.

8. The Guls Horne Booke, 4to, 1609. This treats of the humours and fashions of the times among the gallants and Paul's walkers ; also at the ordinaries, playhouses, taverns, 8c. See an extruct from it in the last edition of Shakespeare, 1778.

9. Troja nova Triumphans, at the receiving Sir John Swinnerton, Knight, into the City of London, 4to, 1612.

10.“ The Belman of London ; bringing to light the most notorious Villanies that are now prac" tised in the Kingdome, 4th edition, 1616, 4to."

There was an edition of this pamphlet as early as in 1608.
11. “ Dekkar his Dream, 4to, 1620.”

12.“ Villunies discovered by Candle-light, and the helpe of a new Cryer, called, O Per se 0; being an uddition to the Belman's Second Night Walke; and laying open to the World of those abuses, which the Belman (because he went i'the darke) could not see. With Canting Songs, and other new Conceits, never before printed. Newly corrected and enlarged by the Author, 1620, 4to."

13. Thomas of Reading, or the Six Worthys Yeomen of the West ; now sir times corrected and enlarged, 1632.

He was also the author of a pamphlet, the title-page of which was wanting in the only copy I have seen of it. The running titles of the different parts of it are, A Strange Ilorse Race; The Divil's Last Will and Testament; and The Bankrout's Banquet.


Gasparo TrEBAT21, Duke of Milan,
Fustigo, Brother to VILA,
CANDIDO, the Patient Man,
GEORGE, his Servant,

Roger, Seroant to BELLAFRONT.
Viola, Wife to CANDIDO,
BELLAFRONT, the Honest Whore,
A Bawd.



SCENE 1.- Enter at one Door a Funeral, a Co

Duke. Frantic young man, ronet lying on the Hearse, 'Scutcheons and Gar- Wilt thou believe these gentlemen ? pray speak. lands hanging on the sides ; attended by Gas- Thou dost abuse my child, and mock'st the tears PARO TREBATZI Duke of Milan, CASTRUCHIO, That here are shed for her. If to behold SINEZI, PJORATTO, FLUELLO, and others at Those roses withered that set out her cheeks; another Door.

That pair of stars, that gave her body light,

Darkened and dim for ever; all those rivers, Enter HIPOLITO in discontented appearance ; That fed her veins with warn and crimson streams,

Matheo, a Gentleman, his Friend, labouring Frozen and dried up ;-if these be signs of death, to hold him back.

Then is she dead. Thou unreligious youth ! Duke. Behold yon comet shews his head again! Art not ashamed to empty all these eyes Twice hath he thus at cross-turns thrown on us Of funeral tears; (a debt due to the dead, Prodigious' looks; twice hath he troubled As mirth is to the living;) sham'st thou not The waters of our eyes. See, he's turned wild !~ To have them stare on thee? Hark, thou art Go on, in God's name !

cursed, All. On afore there, ho!

Even to thy face, by those that scarce can speak. Duke. Kinsmen and friends, take from your

Hip. My lord. manly sides

Duke. What would'st thou have? is she not Your weapons, to keep back the desperate boy

dead? From doing violence to the innocent dead. Hip. Oh, you ha' killed her by your cruelty. Hip. I pr’ythee, dear Matheo,

Duke. Admit I had, thou kill'st her now again; Math. Come, you're mad.

And art more savage than a barbarous Moor.? Hip. I do arrest thee, murderer! set down, Hip. Let me but kiss her pale and bloodless lip. Villains, set down that sorrow, 'tis all mine! Duke. O, fie, fie, fie! Duke. I do beseech you all, for my blood's Hip. Or, if not touch her, let me look on her. sake,

Alath. As you regard your honour!
Send hence your milder spirits, and let wrath Hip. Honour! smoke!
Join in confederacy with your weapons' points ; Math. Or, if you loved her living, spare her now,
If he proceed to vex us,


Duke. Aye, well done, sir; you play the genSeek out his bowels; funeral grief lothes words.

tleman : All. Set on.

Steal hence; 'tis nobly done; away! I'll join Hip. Set down the body.

My force to your's, to stop this violent torment. Math. O, my lord,

Pass on.

TExeunt with Funeral You're wrong:-i'the open

street!-- You see she's Hip. Matheo, thou dost wound me more dead.

Math. I give you physic, noble friend, not Hip. I know she is not dead.


! Prodigious—i. e. portentous ; so deforined as to be taken for a foretoken of evil. See Dr Johnson's and Mr Steevens's Notes on King John, A. 3. S. l.

2. A barburous Moor.--I suspect there is an allusion here to the character of Aaron the Moor, in Titus Andronicus.


Duke. Oh, well said, well done , a true gentle-| the week to die in; and she was well, and eat a man;

mess of water-gruel, on Monday morning. Alack! I know the sea of lovers rage

hip. Aye? it cannot be Comes rushing with so strong a tide, it beats Such a bright taper should burn out so soon. And bears down all respects of life, of honour, Alath. O, yes, my lord. So snou ! why, I ha' Of friends, of foes. Forget her, gallant youth. known them at dinner have been as well, and had Hip. Foryet her?

so much health, that they were glad to pledge it ; Duke. Nay, nay, but be patient :

yet, before three o'clock, have been found dead For why? death's band hath sued a strict divorce drunk. 'Twixt her and thee. What's beauty but a corse? Hip.On Thursday buried ! and on Monday died! What but fair sand-dust are earth's purest forms? Quick haste, by'r lady: sure her winding-sheet Queens' bodies are but trunks to put in worms. Was laid out 'fore her body; and the worms,

Math. Speak no more sentences, my good lord, That now must feast with her, were even bespoke, but slip hence; you see they are but fits; I'll And solemnly invited, like strange guests. rule hiin, I warrant ye. Aye, so, tread gingerly; Math. Strange feeders they are indeed, my your grace is here somewhat too long already - lord; and, like your jester, or young courtier, 'Sblood ! the jest were now, if, having ta'en some will enter upon any inan's trencher without bidknocks o'the pate already, he should get loose ding. again, and, like a mad ox, toss my new black Hip. Cursed be that day for ever, that robbed cloaks into the kennel. I must humour bis lord

her ship.-My lord Hipolito, is it in your stomach to Of breath, and me of bliss ! henceforth let it stand go to dinner?

[E.rit Duke. Within the wizard's book (the kalendar) Hip. Where is the body?

Marked with a marginal finger, to be chosen Math. The body, as the duke spoke very wise- By thieves, by villains, and black murderers, ly, is gone to be wormed.

As the best day for them to labour in.
Hip. I cannot rest; I'll meet it at next turn. If henceforth this adulterous bawdy world
I'll see how my love looks.

Be got with child with treason, sacrilege, [Matheo holds him in's arms. Atheism, rapes, treacherous friendship, perjury, Math. How your love looks! worse than a Slander (the beggar's sin), lies (the sin of fools),

Wrestle not with me: 3 the great | Or any other damned impieties, fellow gives the fall for a ducat.

On Monday let them be delivered. Hip. I shall forget myself.

I swear to thee, Mathen, by my soul, Math. Pray do so; leave yourself behind your- Hereafter, weekly, on that day I'll glew self, and go whither you will. 'Sfoot! do you Mine eye-lids down, because they shall not gaze long to have base rogues, that maintain a Saint On any female cheek; and being locked up Anthony's fire in their noses by nothing but two- In my close chamber, there I'll meditate penny ale, make ballads of you? If the duke had On nothing but my Infelice's end, hut so much metal in him, as is in a cobler's awl, Or on a dead man's scull draw out mine own. he would ha' been a vexed thing; he and his Math. You'll do all these goud works now evetrain had blown you up, but that their powder ry Monday, because it is so bad; but I hope uphas taken the wet of cowards : you'll blood three on Tuesday morning I shall take you with a pottles of Alicant, * by this light, if you follow wench. 'em; and then we shall bave a hole made in a Hip. If ever, whilst frail blood through my wrong place, to bave surgeons roll thee


like a baby, in swaddling clouts.

On woman's beams I throw affection, Hip. What day is to-day, Matheo?

Save her that's dead; or that I loosely fly Math. Yea, marry, this is an easy question : To the shore of any other wafting eye, why, to-day is, let me see, Thursday.

Let me not prosper, heaven! I will be true, Hip. Oh, Thursday!

Even to her dust and ashes; could her tomb Math. Here's a coil for a dead commodity! Stand, whilst I lived so long, that it might rot, ’sfoot, women, when they are alive, are but dead That should fall down, but she be ne'er forgot. commodities; for you shall have one woman lie Math. If you have this strange monster, houpon many men's hands.

nesty, in your belly, why so jig-makers' and Hip. She died on Monday then.

chroniclers shall pick something out of you; but Math. And that's the most villainous day of all ) and I smell not you ard a bawdy-house out with





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3 The great fellow gives the fall for a ducat.-See As you like it, A. 1. S. 2.

4 Three poitles of Alicant. This wine appears to have been a favourite liquor at the time Dekkar wrote. Blount, in bis Glossographia, says, it is called from “ Alicante, the chiefest town of Murcia is. Spain, where great store of mulberries grow, the juice whereof makes the true Alicant wine.".

s Jig-makers-!. e, ballad-makers. See Note 35 to Edward II. VOL. I.


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in these ten days, let my nose he as big as an that I had no better clothes, and that made me English bag-pudding, I'll follow your lordship, send; for, you know, we Milaners love to strut hough it be to the place aforenamed.

upon Spanish leather. And how does all our

[Exeunt. friends? SCENE II.

Viola. Very well; you ha' travelled enough Enter Fustico, in some fantastic sea suit, at one

now, I trow, to sow your wild oats.

Fust. A pox on 'em; wild oats! I ha' not an Door, a Porter meets him at another.

oat to throw at a horse. Troth, sister, I ha' sowed Fust. How now, porter, will she come? my oats, and reaped two hundred ducats, if I had Porter. If I may trust a woman, sir, she will 'em here. Marry, I must entreat you to lend me

some thirty or forty, till the ship come; by this l'ust. There's for thy pains; God-a-mercy, if hand, I'll discharge at my day, by this hand. ever I stand in need of a wench that will come Viola. These are your old oaths. with a wet finger, porter, thou shalt earn my Fust. Why, sister, do you think I'll forswear money before any Clarissimo in Milan; yet so, God sa' me, she's mine own sister, body and Viola. Well, well, you shall have them. Pat soul, as I am a Christian gentleman. Farewell, yourself into better fashion, because I must emI'll ponder till she come: thou hast been no ploy you in a serious matter. hawd in fetching this woman, I assure thee. Fust. I'll sweat like a horse, if I like the mat

Porter. No matter if I bad, sir; betier men than porters are bawds.

Viola. You ha' cast off all your old swaggering Fust. O God, sir, many that have borne offi- humours ? ces.-But, porter, art sure thou went'st into a Fust. I had not sailed a league in that great true house?

fish-pond (the sea) but I cast up my very gall. Porter. I think so, for I met with no thieves. Viola. I am the more sorry, for I must emFust. Nay, but art sure it was my sister Viola?

ploy a true swaggerer. Porter. I am sure, by all superscriptions, it Fust. Nay, by this iron, sister, they shall find was the party you cyphered.

I am powder and touch-box, if they put fire once Fust. Not very tall? Porter. Nor very low, a middling woman.

Viola. Then lend me your ears. Fust. 'Twas she, faith, 'twas she; a pretty Fust. Mine ears are your's, dear sister. plump cheek, like mine.

Viola. I am married to a man that has wealth Porter. At a blush, a little very much like you. enough, and wit enough.

Fust. Godso, I would not for a ducat she had Fust. A linen draper, I was told, sister. kicked up her heels, for I ha' spent an abomina- Viola. Very true, a grave citizen; I waot notion this voyage; marry, I did it amongst sailors thing that a wife can wish from a husband; but and gentlemen.-There's a little modicum more, here's the spite, he has not all things belonging to porter, for making thee stay: farewell, honest porter.

Fust. God's my life, he's a very mandrake; Porter. I am in your debt, sir; God preserve or else (God bless us) one o' these whiblins, and you.

[Erit. that's worse; and then all the children that he Fust. Not so neither, good porter : Godslid ! gets lawfully of your body, sister, are bastards by yonder she comes.

Viola. O, you run over me too fast, brother. Enter VIOLA.

I have heard it often said, that he who cannot Sister Viola, I am glad to see you stirring ; 'tis be angry is no man. I am sure my husband is a views to have me here, is't not, sister?

man? in print for all things else, save only in this, Viola. Yes, trust me; I wondered who should no tempest can move him. be so bold to send for me. You are welcome to Fust. 'Slid, would he had been at sea with us, Milan, brother.

he should ha' been moved and moved again; for Fust. Troth, sister, I heard you were married I'll be sworn, la, our drunken ship reeld like a to a very rich chuff, and I was very sorry for it, Dutchman.

into me.


a man.

a statute.

Mondrake." A plant bearing yellow round apples ; the root of it is great and white like a radish root, and is divided into two or more parts, growing sometimes like the legs of a man,” Blount's Glissographia.

See Mr Steevens's Note on the Second Part of Henry IV. A.3. S. 2.

? In print.-- Ixactly, perfectly. So, in Laugh and lie downe, or the World's Folly, 1605. Sigo. D. 3 :“ His looks were so demuir, his words were so in print, his graces so in order, and his conceits so is tune," &c.

See also the Notes of Mr Steevens and Mr Tyrwhitt on Love's Labour Lost, p. 419. edit. 1778.

Viola. No loss of goods can increase in him a Viola. Repair to the Tortoise here in St Chriswrinkle; no crabbed language make his counte- topher's street, I will send you money; turn nance sour; the stubbornness of no servant shake yourself into a brave man: instead of the arms him; he has no more gall in him than a dove, no of your mistress, let your sword and your milimore sting than an ant; musician will he never tary scarf hang about your neck. be, (yet I find much music in bim,) but he loves Fust, I must have a great horseman's French no trets; and is so free from anger, that many

feather too, sister. times I am ready to bite off my tongue, because Viola. O, by any means, to shew your light it wants that virtue which all women's tongues head, else your hat will sit like a coxcomb; to be have, to anger their husbands: brother, mine can brief, you must be in all points a most terrible by no thunder turn him into a sharpness.

wide mouth'd swaggerer. Fust. Belike his blood, sister, is well brew'd Fust. Nay, for swaggering points let me alone. then.

Viola. Resort then to our shop, and (in my Viola. I protest to thee, Fustigo, I love himn husband's presence) kiss me, snatch rings, jewels, most affectionately; but I know not-I ha' such or any thing, so you give it back again, brother, a tickling within me-such a strange longing; in secret. nay, verily, I do long.

Fust. By this hand, sister. Fust. Then you're with child, sister, by all signs Violu. Swear as if you came but new from and tokens; nay, I am partly a physician, and

knighting. partly something else. I ha' read 8 Albertus Fust. Nay, I'll swear after 400 a year. Magnus, and Aristotle's problems.

Viola. Swagger worse than a lieutenant among Viola. You're wide a'the bow-hand still, brother; | fresh-water soldiers; call me your love, your my longings are not wanton, but wayward : I long ingle, your cousin, or so; but sister, at no hand. to have iny patient husband eat up a whole por- Fust. No, no, it shall be cousin, or rather cuz; cupine, to the intent the bristling quills may stick that's the gulling word between the citizens' wives about his lips like a Flemish mustachio, and be and their old dames that man ’em to the garden; shot at me; I shall be leaner than the new moon, to call you one o’mine" aunts, sister, were as unless I can make him horn-mad.

good as call you errant whore; no, no, let me Fust. 'Sfuot, half a quarter of an hour does alone to couzen you rarely. that : make him a cuckold.

Viola. He has heard I have a brother, but neViola. Poh, he would count such a cut no un- ver saw him, therefore put on a good face. kindness.

Fust. The best in Milan, I warrant. Fust. The honester citizen he. Then make Viola. Take up wares, but pay nothing; rifle him drunk, and cut off his beard.

my bosom, my pocket, my purse, the boxes for Viola. Fie, fie; idle, idle; he's no Frenchman, money to dice withal ; but, brother, you must to fret at the loss of a little to scald hair. No, give all back again in secret. brother, thus it shall be; you must be secret. Fust. By this welkin that here roars, I will, or Fust. As your midwife, I protest, sister, or a else let me never know what a secret is. Why, barber-surgeon.

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& Albertus Magnus.— i. e. de Secretis Mulierum. S.

9 Make him drunk, and cut off his beard.–To cut off the hair of any person was, in our author's time, a mark of disgrace, and esteemed a very great indignity. From the following passage in a Pamphlet, called " The admirable deliverance of 266 Christians, by John Reynard, Englishman, from the captivity “ of the Turkes, who had been Gally-slaves many years in Alexandria, 1608.” Sign. B. 2. it seems to have been a practice made use by the Turks, towards their prisoners, “ hither were these Christians brought ; the first villany and indignitie that was done unto them, was the shaving off all the hayre both of heade and beard, thereby to rob them of those ornaments which all Christians make much of, because they best become them.

10 Scald hair.-i. e. scattered, or dispersed hair. Mr Lambe, in his Notes on Flodden Field, observes, that the word scale is used in the North in the above-mentioned sense. See also Mr Steevens's Note on Coriolanus.

" Aunts.- Aunt was a cant word for a woman of no virtue, generally for a bawd. So, in Dekker's Bel-man's Night-walkes, Sign. G : “ Be not so guld, be not so dull in understanding : do thou but follow aloofe those two tame pigeons, and thou shalt find, that her new uncle lies by it all that night, to make his kins-woman one of mine aunts." See also Mr Steevens's Note on Winter's Tale, A. 4. S. 2.

12 Coney-catch.-Coney-catch is to cheat or defraud. So, a coney-catcher was the common name of a cheat or sharper. In Blunt Master Constable, 1602, A. 4. Curvetto says: “ Felony? you cony-catching slave." To which Frisco replies : “ Coney-catching will bear an action. I'll cony-catch you for this." Robert Green, who, Dr Johnson observes, was one of the first amongst us who made a trade of writing Pamphlets, published several describing the different modes of cheating or cony-catching, used ip his time.

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