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So Skelton-laureat was of Elinour Ruinning;

But she the subject of the rout and tunning.
Cle. He has put you to it, neighbour In-

Jack, Hilts.

Jac. Yonder's another wedding, maste Pan. Do not dispute with him, he still

Basket, will win :

Brought in by vicar Hugh. That pays for all.

Hil. What are they, Jack? Scri. Are you revis'd o' that!

Juc. The high constable's inan, Ball Ha A man may have wit, and yet put off his hat.

ny; and Mrs. Wispe, Med. Now, sir, this Tub I will have capt Our lady's woman. with paper:

Hil. And are the table merry? A fine oil'd lanthorn paper that we use. Jac. There's a young tilemaker makes za Pan. Yes, every barber, every cutler has



He will not eat his meat, but cries at Aled. Which in it doth contain the light He shall be hang'd. to the business;

Hil. He has lost his wench already. And shall with the very vapour of the candle As good be hang'd. Drive all the motions of our matter about: Jack. Was she that is Pol-Martin, As we present 'em. For example, first, Our fellow's mistress, wench to that snea The worshipful lady Tub.

John? Tub. Right worshipful,

Hil. l' faith, Black Jack, he should I pray you, I am worshipful in yself.

been her bridegroom: Aléd. Your 'squireship's mother passeth But I must go to wait o' my wise masters by (her huisher,

Jack, you shall wait on me, and sce the te Mr. Pol-Martin, bare-headed before her)

(abses In her velvet gown.

I am half lord-chamberlain i' my master Tub. But how shall the spectators,

Jac. Shall we have a mask? who makes: As it might be I, or Hilts, know 'tis my mo- Hil. In-and-In, ther?

(her? The maker of Islington: come go vite Or that Pol-Martin, there, that walks before To the sage sentences of Finsbury. Med. O we do nothing, if we clear not that.

Cle. You ha' secn none of his works, sir?
Pan. All the postures

Two Groors.
Of the train'd bands o' the country.

Gro. 1. Come, give us in the great cha Scri. All their colours.

for my lady, Pan. And all their captains.

And set it there : and this for justice Bra Cle. All the cries o' the city :

Gro. 2. This for the 'squire my niaster, 51 And all the trades i' their habits.

the right hand. Scri. Ile has his whistle

Gro. I. And this for the high constable. Of command, seat of authority!

Gro. 2. This his wife. And virge to interpret, tipt with silver, sir, Gro. 1. Then for the bride and briw You know not him.

groom here, Pol-Martin. Tub. Well, I will leave all to him.

Gro. 2. And She-Pol-Martin at my lady Nied. Give me the brief o' your subject.

fect. Leave the whole

Gro. 1. Right. State o'the thing to me.

Gro. 2. And beside them Mr. Hannib. Mil. Supper is ready, sir,

Puppy: My lady calls for you.

Gro. 1. And his She-Puppy, Mrs. We Tub. I'll send it you in writing.

that was: Med. Sir, I will render feazible and facile Here's all are in the note. What you expect:

Gro. 2. No, Mr. vicar;
T.6. Hilts, be't your care,

The petty chanon Hugh.
To see the wise of Finsbury made welcome: Gro. 1. And cast-by Clay:
Let'em want nothing. Is old Rosin sent for? There they are all.

[The 'squire goes out. Tub. Then cry a ball, a hall! Ilil. Ile's come within.

'Tis incrry in Tottenham-hall, wben beads Scri. Lord, what a world of business

wag all : The 'squire dispatches!

Come, father Rosin, with your fiddle nof, Med. He's a learned man!

And two tall-tuters: flourish to the masque I think there are but vew o'the inns o'court,

[Loud music Or the inns o' chancery like him.

Cle. Care to fit ’un then. [The rest follow.

! The master of Islington. So edit. of 1716: but the folio of 1640 more justly the her, i. e. pect of Islington.

Holds, but betrays all with his trembling

tongue : As truth will break out and shew, dic. Tub. O thou hast made him kneel there

in a corner, I see now: there's a simple honour for you, Hilts!

[you? Hil. Did I not make him to confess all to Tub. True, In-and-In hath done

right, you see.
Thy third, I pray thee, witty In-and-In.
Čle. The'squire commends ’un: lie doth

like all well.
Pan. lle cannot chuse.

made to sell.

This is gear

Lady, (Pream'le before her,) Tub, Turfe,

D. Iurfe, Pol-/artin, Audrcy, Puppy,
Wispe, Hugh, Clay; all take their seats.
Hills waits on the by.
Lady. Neighbours all welcome: now

doth Totten-hall [call'd so.
Shew like a court: and hence shall first be
Your witty short confession, Mr. Vicar,
„Within, hath been the prologue, and liath

open'd Much to my son's device, his Tale of a Tub. Tub. Let my masque shew itself: and In

and-In, The architect appear: I hear the whistle.

[Ilil. Peace. [Vedlay appears above the curtain. Med. Thus rise I first in my light line

To run the meaning over in short speeches.

Tere is a Tub, a Tub of Totten-court;
* An ancient Tub has call'd you to this sport:
Ilis father was a knight, the rich sir Peter;
Who got his wealth by a Tub, and by salt-

And left all to his lady Tub, the mother
sve of this bold 'squire Tub, and to 110 other.
Now of this l'ub and's deeds, not done in

ale, *)bserve, and you shall see the very Tale. [He drarvs the curtain, and discovers the top of the Tub.

The first Motion,

[Hil. Ha' peace. Loud musick. Med. Here chauon Hugh first brings to Totten-hall

(all; The high coustable's council, tells the 'squire Which, though discover'd, (give the devil

his due) The wise of Finsbury do still pursue.

Then with the justice doth he counterplot,
- And his clerk Metaphor, to cut that knot:
Whilst lady Tub, in her sad velvet gown,
Missing her son, doth seek him up and down.

Tub. With her Pol-Martin bare before her.
Med. Yes,
I have exprest it here in figure, and Mis-
tress Wispe, her woman, holding up hertrain.
Tub. I the next page report your second


The second Motion.

[Hil. Ha' peace. Loud musick. Med. Here the high constable and sages walk

smaids talk To church; the dame, the daughter, brideOf wedding-business; till a fellow in comes, Relates the robbery of one captain Thuins : Chargeth the bridegroom with it: troubles

all, And gets the bride; who in the hands doth of the bold 'squire; but thence soon is ta’en By the sly justice and his clerk profane, In shape of purs'yvant; which he not long

The third Motion.

[Hil. Ha peace. Loud musick. Mled. The careful constable here droop

ing coines
In his deluded search of captain Thums.
Puppy brings word his daughter's run away
With the fall serving-man. lle frighis

groom Clay
Out of his wits. Returneth then the 'squire,
Mocks all their pains, and gives fame out a

For falsely charging Clay, when 'twas the

Of subtle Bramble, who had Awdrey got
Into his hand by this winding device.
The father makes a rescue in a trice:
And with his daughter, like St. George on

Comes boine triumphing to his dear heart-
root ;

[there, And tells the lady Tub, whom he meets Of her son's courtesies, the batchelor. Whose words had made 'em fall the hue and cry.

(why When captain Thums coming to ask him, He had so doue? be cannot yield him cause: But so he runs his neck into the laws.

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The fourth Motion.

[Hil. Ha' peace. Loud musick. Med. The laws, who have a noose to

crack his neck,
As justice Bramble tells him, who doth peck
A hundred pound out of his purse, that

Like his teeth from him, unto captain
Thums is the vicar in a false disguise;
And employs Metaphor to fetch this prize.
Who tells the secret unto Basket Hilts,
For fear of beating. This the 'squire quilts
Within his cap; and bids hiin but purloin
The wench for him: they two shall share

the coin.
Which the sage lady in her 'foresaid gown,
Breaks off returning unto Kentish-town),
To seek her Wispe: taking the 'squire alons,
Who finds Clay John, as hidden in stripv

Hil. O how ain I beholden to th'inventer


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That would not, on record, against me Then bridegroom Pol, and Mrs. Pol the

bride :
Ny slackness here to enter in the barn: With the sub-couple, who sit them beside.
Well, Iw-and-In, I see thou canst discern! Tub. That ourly verse I alter'd for the
Thb. On with your last, and come to a

better, euphonia gratia.

Med. Then justice Bramble, with sir The fifth Motion.

Hugh the chanon : [Hil. Ha peace. Loud musick. And the bride's parents, which I will not Mcd. The last is known, and needs but small infusion

Or the lost Clay, with the recovered Miles: Into your memories, by leaving in

Who thus unto his master him 'conciles, These figures as you sit. I, In-and-In, On the 'squire's word, to pay old Turfe his Present you with the show: first, of a lady

club, Tub, and her son, of whom this masque

And so doth end our Tale here of a Tub. here made 1.

stan' on,

THE EPILOGUE, by 'Squire Tub.

This tale of me, the Tub of Totten-court,
A poet first invented for your sport.
Wherein the fortune of most empty tubs,
Rolling in love, are shewn; and with what

Ware commonly encountered: when the
Of the whole hundred so opposeth it.
Our petty Chanon's forked plot in chief,
Siy justice' arts, with the high constable's


And brag commands; my lady mother's

And her Pol-Martin's fortune; with the rare
Fate of poor Johr, thus tuinbled in the cask;
Got In-and-In to gi't you in a masque:
That you be pleas'd, who come to see a

(we say
With those that hear, and mark not what
Wherein the poet's fortune is, I fear,
Still to be early up, but ne'er the near.

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Robin Hood,

The chief Woodman, Mater of the Feast.

His Lady, the Mistress.

Their Family.
Friar Tuck, .

The Chaplain and Steward.


Two Brothers, Huntsmen.
GEORGE A GREEN, Huisher of the Bower.

Robin Hood's Builis, or Acater.

The Guests invited.

The Rich

The Courteous

The Sage


The Sad

The Kind

The Sweet

The Gentle Shepherdesses.

The Beautiful

The Troubles unexpected.

The Envious, the Witch of Paplewick.

The Proud, lier Daughter.

The Rude, a Swin'ard, the Witch's Son.
Puck Hairy,

Or, Robin Goodfellow, their Hind.

The Reconciler.

A Devout Hermit.



The SCENE-Sherwood; Consisting of a landscape of a forest, hills, valleys, cottages, a castle, a river, pastures,

herds, Hocks, all full of country simplicity; Robin Hood's bower, his well, the witch's dimble, the swine’ard's oak, the hermit's cell.

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To wear a hood of it, it being a fleece, Safe on this ground then, we not fear today To match, or those of Sicily, or Greece. To tempt your laughter by our rustic His scene is Sherwoo:), and his play a Tale,

play. Of Robin Hood's inviting from the vale 'Wherein if we distaste, or be cry'd down, Of Be'voir, all the shepherds to a feast: We think we therefore shall not leave the Where, by the casual absence of one guest,


(rest The mirth is troubled much, and in one Nor that the fore-wits that would draw the

Unto their liking, always like the best. As much of sadness shewn as passion can: The wise and knowing critick will not say, The sad young shepherd, whom wo here This worst, or better is, before he weigh present,

Wher every piece be perfect in the kind: Like his woes figure, dark and discontent, And then, though in themselves he diffe[The sad shepherd pusseth silently over the

rence fiud, stage.

Yet if the place require it where they stood, For his lost love, who in the Trent is said The equal fitting makes them equal good. To have miscarried ; 'las ! what knows the You shall have love and hate, and jealousy, head

As well as mirth, and rage, and melancholy: Ofa calm river, whom the feet have drown'd? Or whatsoever else may either more, Hear what his sorrows are; and ifthey wound Or stir affections, and your likings prove. Your gentle breasts, so that the end crown But that no stile for pastoral should go all,

[fall: Current, but what is stamp'd with Ab Which in the scope of one day's chance may

and O: Old Trent will send you more such tales as

Who judgeth so, may singularly err; these,

As if all poesie had one character : And shall grow young again as one doth In which what were not written, were not please.

right, [Here the Prologue thinking to end, re- Or that the man who made such one poc? turns upon a new purpose, and speaks on.

flight, But here's an heresy of late let fall, In his whole life, had with his winged skill That mirth by no means fits a pastoral : Advanc'd him upmost on the muses' hill. Such say so, who can make none, he pre- When he like poet yet remain, as those

Are painters who can only inake a rose. Else there's no scene more properly as- Fron such your wits redeem you, or you

chance, The sock. For whence can sport in kind Lest to a greater height you do advance arise,

Of folly, to contemn those that are known But from the rural routs and families ? Artificers, and trust such as are none.

Wherein if we distate, or be cry'd down.] Distate hath no meaning; we must restore a single letter to give it one. Distuste is the true reading; the sense displease, disgust

, common to the writers of this age.



The Argument of the First Act.


OBIN HOOD, having invited all the shepherds and shepherdesses of the vale of Marian, with her woodmen, to kill him venison against the day: having left the like “ charge with friar Tuck his chaplain and steward, to command the rest of his merry men " to see the bower made ready, and all things in order for the entertainment: meeting " with his guests at their entrance into the wood, welcomes and conducts them to his r bower. Where, by the way, he receives the relation of the sad shepherd Æglamour, “ who is fallen into a deep melancholy for the loss of his beloved Eatine, reported to have s been drowned in passing over the Trent, some few days before. They endeavour in o what they can to confort him: but his disease having taken such strong root, all is in ar vain, and they are forced to leave him. In the mean time, Marian is come from hunting " with the huntsmen, where the lovers interchangeably express their loves. Robin Hood “ enquires if she hunted the deer at force, and what sport he made ? how long he stood ? o and what head he bore? All which is briefly answered, with a relation of breaking him

up, and the raven, and her bone. The suspect had of that raven to be Maudlin the

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