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A TALE OF A TUB.
To seek new makes in; though sir Hugh of Pancras
Be hither come to Totten, on intelligence,
To the young lord of the manor, 'squire Tripoly,
On such an errand as a mistress is.
What, 'squire! I say.—[calls.] Tub I should call him too:
Sir Peter Tub was his father, a saltpetre-man;
Who left his mother, lady Tub of Totten-
Court, here, to revel, and keep open house in;
With the young 'squire her son, and's governor Basket-
Hilts, both by sword and dagger: [calls again.] Domine,
Armiger Tub, 'squire Tripoly! Expergiscere!
I dare not call aloud lest she should hear me,
And think I conjured up the spirit, her son,
In priest's lack-Latin: O she is jealous
Of all mankind for him.
Be hither come to Totten, on intelligence,
To the young lord of the manor, 'squire Tripoly,
On such an errand as a mistress is.
What, 'squire! I say.—[calls.] Tub I should call him too:
Sir Peter Tub was his father, a saltpetre-man;
Who left his mother, lady Tub of Totten-
Court, here, to revel, and keep open house in;
With the young 'squire her son, and's governor Basket-
Hilts, both by sword and dagger: [calls again.] Domine,
Armiger Tub, 'squire Tripoly! Expergiscere!
I dare not call aloud lest she should hear me,
And think I conjured up the spirit, her son,
In priest's lack-Latin: O she is jealous
Of all mankind for him.
Tub. [appears at the window] Canon, is't you?
Hugh. The vicar of Pancras, 'squire Tub! wa'hoh!
Tub. I come, I stoop unto the call, sir Hugh!
Hugh. He knows my lure is from his love, fair Awdrey,
The high constable's daughter of Kentish-town here, master
Tobias Turfe.
The high constable's daughter of Kentish-town here, master
Tobias Turfe.
Enter Tub in his night-gown.
Tub. What news of him?
Hugh. He has waked me
An hour before I would, sir; and my duty
An hour before I would, sir; and my duty
do so! The affectation of superior wisdom has shamed the people out of too many of those innocent follies, and left their places to be supplied by grossness and vice.
