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SCENE I. Enter Pachieco and Lazarillo. Pach. BOY, my cloak and rapier! it fits A gentleman of my rank to walk the streets In querpo: Laz. Nay, you are a very

rank gentleinan, Signor. I am very hungry; they tell me In Sevil here, I look like an eel,

smith With a inan's head; and your neighbour the Here hard by, would have borrow'd me the other day.

[angle-rod. To have fish'd with me, because h’had lost his

Pach. Oh, happy thou, Lazarillo, being the cause

Clean Of other men's wits, as in thine own! Live And witty still: oppress not thy stomach Too much: gross feeders, great sleepers ;

great sleepers, fat bodies; Fat bodies, lean brains ! No, Lazarillo; I will make thee immortal, change thy hu

manity Into deity, for I will teach thee To live upon nothing.

Laz. Faith, signor, I am immortal then already, or very Near it, for I do live upon little or nothing. Belike that is the reason the poets are said To be immortal; for some of them live Upon their wits, whicit is indeed as good As little or nothing. But, good master, let me Be mortal still, and let us go to supper.

Puch. Be abstinent; shew not the corrup

tion of
Thy generation: he that feeds shall die,
Therefore, lie that feeds not shall live.

Luz. Ay, but how long
Shall be live? There's the question.

Pach. As long as he
Can without feeding. Didst thou read of the
Miraculous maid in Flanders-

Laz. No, nor of Any maid else; for the miracle of virginity Now-a-days ceases, ere the virgin Can read virginity!

Pach, She that liv'd three years Without any other sustenance than The smell of a rose? [her guts shrunk

Laz. I heard of her, siynor; but they say All into lutestrings, and her nether parts Cling’d together like a serpent's tail; so that Tho'she continued a woman still ster. Above the girdle, beneath yet she was inon

Pach. So are most women, believe it.

Laz. Nay all women, signor,
That can live only upon the sinell of a rose.

Pach. No part of the history is fabulous.
Luz. I think rather,

No part

of the fable is historical.
But for all this, sir, my rebellious stomach
Will not let me be immortal : I will be
As immortal as mortal hunger will suffer.
Put me to a certain stint, sir! allow me
But a red herring a day!

Pach. O, de Dios !
Wouldst thou be gluttonous in thy delicacies?

Laz. He that eats nothing but a red her

ring a-day Shall ne'er be broiled for the devil's rasher : A pilchard, signor, a sardina'', an olive, That I may be a philosopher first, And immortal after.

Puch. Patience, Lazarillo !
Let contemplation be thy food awhile:
I say unto thee,
One pease was a soldier's provant a whole day
At the destruction of Jerusalem.

Enter Metaldi and Mļendoza.
Laz. Ay, an it were any where but at
The destruction of a place, I'll be hang’d.

Met. Signor Pachieco Alasto,
My most ingenious cobler of Sevil,
The bonos noxios to your signory!

Pach. Signor Metaldi de Forgio ! My most famous sinith, and man of metal, I Return your courtesy ten-fold, and do Humble iny bonnet beneath the shoe-sole Of your congie. The like to you, Signor Mendoza Pediculo de Verinini, My most exquisite hose-heeler!

Laz. Here's a greeting Betwixt a cobler, a smith, and a botcher! They all belong to the foot, wluch inakes

them stand So much upon their gentry:

Mend. Signor Lazarillo!

Laz. Ah, signor, sì! Nay, we are all signors Here in Spain, from the jakes-farmer to the

grandee, Or adelantado. This botcher looks (now, As if he were dough-bak’d; a little butter And I could eat hin like an oaten cake! His father's diet was new cheese and onions When he got him: what a scallion-fac'd ras. cal 'tis ?

(stand Met. But why, signor Pachieco, do you So much on the priority, and antiquity Of your quality (as you call it) in coinparison Of ours?

Mend. Ay; your reason for that.

Pach. Why, thou iron-pated smith, and thou Woollen-witted hose-heeler, hear what I Will speak indifferently, and according To antient writers, of our three professions; And let the upright Lazarillo be Both judge and moderator !

10 A surdiny.] See note 4 on Love's Pilgrimage.




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Laz. Still am I

There can be no comparison with
The most immortally hungry that may be ! The cobler, who is all in all [and ends

Pach. Suppose thou wilt derive thy pedi- In the commonwealth, has his politick eye

On every man's steps that walks, and whose
Like some of the old heroes (as Hercules,

course shall
Æneas, Achilles), lineally from father, Be lasting to the world's end. ,
The gods, making Saturn thy great-grand- Met. I give place:
And Vulcan thy father-Vulcan was a goul- The wit of man is wonderful! Thou [thee

Laz. He'll make Vulcan your godfather Hast hit the nail on the head, and I will give

(block-head, Six pots for't, tho' I ne'er clinch shoe again. Pach. Yet, I say, Saturn was a crabbed

Enter Vitelli and Alguazier. And Vulcan a limping horn-head; for Venus his wife


Pach. Who's this? Oh, our Alguazior; as
Was a strumpet, and Mars begat all her chil- arrant a knave
Therefore, however, thy original [ther", As e'er wore one head under two offices;
Must of necessity spring from bastardy. Fur- He is one side Alguazier.
What can shew a more deject spirit in man,

Met. The other side Serjeant. than

(feet, Mend. That's both sides carrion, I am sure. To lay his bands under every one's horses' Pach. This is he (and lodges 'em To do him service, as thou dost ?-For thee, Apprehends whores in the


of justice, I will be brief; thou dost botch, and not mend, In his own house, in the way of profit. He Thou art a hider of enormities,

with him
Vit. scabs, chilblains, and kib'd heels; Is the grand don Vitelli, 'twixt whom and
Much prone thou art to sects, and heresies, Fernando Alvarez the mortal hatred is :
Disturbing state and government; for how He is indeed my don's bawd, and does
canst thou

At this present lodge a famous courtezan
Be a sound member in the commonwealth, Of his, lately come from Madrid. [ask:
That art so subject to stitches in the ankles? Vit. Let her want nothing, signor, she can
Blush and be silent then, oh, ye mechanicks! What loss or injury you may sustain
Compare no more with the politick cobler! I will repair, and recompense your love:
For coblers, in old time, have prophesied; Only at fellow's coming I mislike,
What may they do now then, that bare And did fore-warn her of him. Bear her this,
Every day waxed better and better?


my best love; at night I'll visit her.
Have we not the length of every man's foot? Alg. I rest your lordship's servant !
Are we not daily menders?' Yea, and what Vit. Good ev'n, signors!- [thee
Not horse-menders-

[menders Oh, Alvarez, thou hast brouglıt a son with Luz. Nor manners-menders.

Both brightens and obscures our nation, Pach. But soal-menders:

[man, Whose pure strong beams on us shoot like Oh, divine coblers! Do we not, like the wise the sun's Spin our own threads (or our wives for us)? On baser fires. I would to Heav'n my blood Do we not, by our sowing the hide, reap the Had never stain'd thy bold unfortunate hand, beef?

That with mine honour I might emulate, Are not wc of the gentle-craft, whilst both you Not persecute such virtue! I will see him, Are but crafts-inen? You will say, you fear Tho' with the hazard of my life; no rest Neither iron por steel, and what you get is In my contentious spirits can I find wrought

'Till have gratified him in like kind. [Erit, Out of the fire; I must answer you again tho', Alg. I know ye not! what are ye? Hence, All this is but forgery. You may likewise say, ye base besognios'?! A man's a man, that has but a hose on his Pach. Marry, Cazzo! Signor Alguazier, head:

d' you not know us? I must likewise answer, that man is a botcher Why, we are your honest neighbours, That has a heel'd hose on his head. To con- The cobler, smith, and botcher, that have so clude,

often "Further, what can be a more deject spirit.] I cannot help thinking but the judicious reader will wish, with me, that the authors had wrote, what can show, &c. Sympson.

"? Besognios.) This appears to be a word of contempt, which perhaps will receive some explanation from the following passage in Churchyard's Challenge, 1593, p. 85. " It may “ bee thought that every mercinarie man and common hireling (taken up for a while, or " serving a small season) is a souldier fit to be registred, or honoured among the renouned " sort of warlike people. For such numbers of bezoingnies or necessarie instruments for " the time, are to tall to their occupation when the service is ended, and not to live idely s or looke for imbrasing.” R.

Besognios seem to mean the lower rank, people in want, and of base condition; so, bewin, French, need, wunt,






will ye,

Sat snoring cheek by joll, with your signory, Remember thy worshipful function,
In rug at midnight.

A constable; tho’thou turn'st day into night, Lat. Nay, good signor,

And night into day, what of that? Watch less, Be not angry; you must understand, a cat And pray more: gird thy bear-skin (viz. thy And such an officer see best in the dark, rug-gown)

[go Met. By this hand,

To thy loins; take thy staff in thy hand, and I could find in my heart to shoe his head! Forth at midnight'3; let not thy mittens abate

Pach. Why then we know you, signor ! The talons of thy authority!4, but gripe Thou mungril,

(beadle, Theft and whoredom, wheresoever thou Begot at midnight, at the gaol-gate, by a meerst 'em;

(safely On a catchpole's wife, are not you he that was Bear.'em away like a tempest, and lodge 'em Whipt out of Toledo for perjury?

In thine own house. Mend. Next,

Laz. Would you have whores and thieres Condemn’d to the gallies for pilfery,

Lodg’d in such a bouse? To the bull's pizzle ?

Pach. They ever do so; Met. And after call'd

I have found a thief or a whore there, (me. To the Inquisition, for apostacy? [durst When the whole suburbs could not furnish

Pach. Are not you he that, rather than you Luz. But why do they lodge there? Go an industrious voyage, being press’d,

Pach. That they may be

(usually, To the islands, skulk'd till the fleet was gone, Safe and forth-coming; for in the morning and then

The thief is sent to the gaol, and the whore
Earn'd your rial a-day by squiring punks prostrates
And punklings up and down the city? Herself to the justice.
Laz. Are not you

Mend, Admirable Pachieco !
A Portuguese born, descended o’the Moors, Met. Thou cobler of Christendom!
And came bither into Sevil with your master,

Alg. There is no railing with these rogues: An arrant tailor, in your red bonnet,

I will close with 'em, 'till I can cry quittance. And your blue jacket lousy; tho' now Why, signors, and my honest neighbours, Your block-head be cover'd with the Spanish

[is block,

Impute that as a neglect of my friends, which And your lashed shoulders with a velvet-pee. An imperfection in me? I have been

Pach. Are not you he that have been of Sand-blind from my infancy; to make you thirty callings, first, You shall sap with me.

(amends Yet ne'er a one lawful? that being a chandler Laz. Shall we sup with ye, sir? (tleman Profess'd sincerity, and would sell no inan O'my conscience, they have wrong'd the genMustard to his beef on the Sabbath, and yet Extremely Hypocrisy all your life-time?

sold Alg. And after supper, I have Met. Are not you he, that were since A project to employ you in, shall make you A suryeon to the stews, and undertook Drink and eat merrily this month. I ain To cure, what the church itself could not, A little knavish; why, and do not I know all strumpets?

You to be knaves? That rise to your office by being a great Pach. I grant you, we are all don's bawd?

Knaves, and will be your knaves; but oh, Las. That commit men nightly, offence- while you live, less, for the gain

Take heed of being a proud knave ! Of agroat a prisoner, which your beadle seems Alg. On then, pass;

(bear out me. To put up, when you share three-pence? I will bear out my staff

, and my staff shall Mend. Are not you he

Luz. Oh, Lazarillo, thou art going to supThat is a kisser of men, in drunkenness, per!

[Exeunt. And a betrayer in sobriety?

SCENE II. Alg. Diabolo ! They'll rail me into the

Enter Lucio and Bobadilla. Again.

[gallies Pach. Yes, signor, thou art even he

Lucio. Pray be not angry.. We speak of all this wbile. Thou mayst, by Bub. I am angry, and I will be angry. thy place now,

Diabolo! what should you do in the kitchen? Lay us by the heels, 'tis true; but take heed; Cannot the cooks lick their fingers without Be wiser, pluck not ruin on thine own head; Your overseeing? nor the maids make potFor never was there such an anatomy, [fore,


[Lucio? As we shall make thee then; be wise there- Except your dog's head be in the pot? Don Oh, thou child of the night! Be friends, and Don Quot-Quean, don Spinster; wear shake hands.

(redder: A petticoat still, and put on your smock a' Thou art a proper man, if thy beard were Monday;

13 Gird thy bear-skin (viz. thy rug-gown) to thy loins ; take thy staff in thy hand, and go forth at midnight.] These words are found only in the first folio.

14 That is, Let not thy mittens be the same to thy talons, as a button is to a foil. Sympson. VOL. III,


I will



scurvy sword

Come your

I will have a baby o'clouts made for it, like And set thee in one of the pear-trees for a
A great girl! Nay, if you will needs be starch- scare-crow!

As I am Vitelli, I am satisfied;
Of ruffs, and sowing of black-work, I will But as I am Bobadilla Spindola Zancho,
Of a mild and loving tutor, become a tyrant: Steward of the house, and thy father's servant,
Your father has committed you to my charge, I could find in my heart to lop off
And I will make a man or a mouse on you. The hinder part of thy face, or to
Lucio. What would you have me do? This Beat all thy teeth into thy mouth! Oh, thou

[Pish! look, Whey-blooded milksop, I'll wait upon thee So galls my thigh, I would it were burnt ! no longer;

(ways, sir; This cloak will ne'er keep on; these boots too

Thou shalt ev'n wait upon me. hide-bound,

I shall take a little pains with you

else. Make me walk stiff, as if my legs were frozen,

Enter Clara,
And my spurs jingle like a morris-dancer:
Lord, how my head aches with this roguish Claru. Where art thou, brother Lucio!--
This masculine attire is most uneasy; [hat! Ran, tan tan ta,
I'm bound up in it; I had rather walk Ran tan ran tan tan ta, ta ran tan tan tan!
In folio again, loose, like a woman.

Oh, I shall no more see those golden days!
Bob. In foolio, had you not? (parents! These cloaths will never fadge with me: a pox
Thou mock to Heav'n, and Nature, and thy O' this filthy fardingale, this hip-hape ! -
Thou tender leg of lamb! Oh, how he walks Brother,

ffin'd, As if he had bepiss'd himself, and feers ! Why are women's haunches only limited, conIs this a gait for the young cavalier,

Hoop'd in as 'twere, with these same scarvy Don Lucio, son and heir to Alvarez?


{most subject
Has it a corn? or does it walk on conscience, Bob. Because women's haunches only are
It treads so gingerly? Come on your ways! To display and fly out.
Suppose me now your father's foe, Vitelli, Clara. Bobadilla, rogue, ten ducats,
And spying you i'th' street, thus Í advance: I hit the prepuce of thy cod-piece!
I twist my beard, and then I draw my sword. Lucio. Hold,
Lucio. Alas!

If you love my life, sister! I am not
Bob. And thus accost thee: Traiterous brat, Zancho Bobadilla; I am your brother, Lucio.
How durst thou thus confront me? impious What a fright you have put me in!

Clara. Brother and wherefore thus?
Of that old stock, dew'd with my kinsman's Lucio. Why, master steward here, signor

Draw! for I'll quarter thee in pieces four. Made me change: he does nothing but mis-

Lucio. Nay, prithee Bobadilla, leaving thy And call me coward, and swears I shall

Wait upon him.
Put up thy sword. I will not meddle with you. Bob. Well! I do no more

{away tho'! Ay, justle me, I care not, I'll not draw; Than I have authority for.-'Would I were Pray be a quiet man.

For she's as much too manish, as he
Bob. D'ye hear? answer me,

Too womanish: I dare not meddle with her;
As you would do don Vitelli, or I'll be Yet I must set a good face on it, it I had it.
So bold as to lay the pommel of my sword I have like charge of you, inadam; I
Over the hilts of your head !—My name's Am as well to mollify you, as to
And I'll have the wall.

[Vitelli, Qualify him. What have you to do with Lucio. Why then,

Armors, and pistols, and javelins, and swords, I'll have the kennel: what a coil you keep? And such tools. Remember, mistress, Nature Signor, what happen'd'twixt my sire and your Hath given you a sheath only, to signify Kinsman, was long before I saw the world; Women are to put up


weapons, not No fault of mine, nor will I justify

To draw them !Look you now, is this a fit
My father's crimes : forget, sir, and forgive, Trot for a gentlewoman? You shall see
'Tis Christianity. I pray put up your sword; The court-ladies move like goddesses, as if
I'll give you any satisfaction,

They trod air; they will swim you their
That may become a gentleman. However,
I hope you're bred to more humanity, Like whiting-mops, as if their feet were finns,
Than to revenge my father's wrong on me, And the hinges of their knees oil'd. Do they
That crave your love and peace. Law-you- Love to ride great horses, as you do? no;
now, Zancho,

They love to ride great asses sooner. Faith,
Would not this quiet him, were he tenVitellis? I know not what to say t’ye both: custom

Bob. Oh, craven-chicken of a cock o'th' hath

Turnd Nature topsy-turvy in you.
Well, what remedy? Did thy father see this, Clara. Nay,
O’my conscience, he would cut off thy mas- But, master steward!

Bob. You cannot trot so fast,
Gender, crop thine ears, beat out thine eyes, Buc he ambles as slowly.


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Clara. Signor Spindle !

And seen poor rogues retire, all gore, and Will you hear me?

Like bleeding shads.

[gash'd Bob. He that shall come to

Lucio. Bless us, sister Clara, Bestride your virginity, had better be How desperately you talk! What d'ye call A-foot o'er the dragon.

This gun? a dag? Clara. Very well!

Clara. I'll give't thee; a French petronel. Bob. Did ever

You never saw iny Barbary, the infanta Spanish lady pace so?

Bestow'd upon inė, as yet, Lucio : Clara. Hold these a little!

Walk down, and see it. Lucio. I'll not touch 'em, I. (your pate, Lucio. What, into the stable ? (there

Clara. First do I break your office o'er Not I; the jades will kick: the poor groom Yon dog-skin-fac'd rogue, pilcher, you Poor. Was almost spoild the other day. Which I will beat to stock-fish. (John ! Clara. Fy on thee! Lucio. Sister!

Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother, Bob. Madam!

(talk'd to, ha? Lucio. When will you be a woman? Clara. You cittern-head! who have you

Enter Aloarez and Bobadilla.
You nasty, stinking, and ill-countenanc'd cur!
Bob. By this hand, I'll bang your brother

Clura. 'Would I we

were none! I get him alone.

[for this, when But Nature's privy seal assures me one. Clara. How! Kick him, Lucio!

Alv. Thou anger'st me! Can strong haHe shall kick you, Bob, spite o’thy nose;

bitual custom

(manners, that's flat.

Work with such magick on the inind and Kick him, I say, or I will cut thy head off! In spite of sex and Nature? Find out, sirrah, Bob. Softly, you had best!

Some skilful fighter. Clara. Now, thou lean, dried, and ominous

Bob. Yes, sir. visag'd knave,

Alv. I will rectify Thou false and peremptory steward, pray!

And redeem either's proper inclination, For I will hang thee up in thine own chain! Or bray 'em in a mortar, and new-mould 'em.

Lucio. Good sister, do not choak him. Bob. Believe your eyes, sir; I tell you, we
Bob. Murder! murder !

wash an Ethiop:

[Erit. Clara. Well! I shall ineet w’ye.—Lucio, Clura. I strike it, for ten ducats. who bought this?

{one, Alv. How now, Clara, Tis a reasonable good one; but there hangs

Your breeches on still? and your petticoat Spain's champion ne'er us’d truer; with this Not yet off, Lucio? art thou not gelt? staff

Or did the cold Muscovite beget thee, Old Alvarez has led up men so close, That lay here lieger', in the last great frost? They could almost spit

in the cannon's

mouth; Art not thou, Clara, turn'd a nan indeed Whilst I with that, and this, well mounted's, Beneath the girdle? and a woman thou? skirr'd

sire, I'll have you search'd ; by Heaven, I strongly A horse-troop thro' and thro', like switi de- doubt! 15 -and this, well mounted, scour'd

A horse-troop through and through.-] The old folio reads scurr'd, which I take to be only a false spelling of a better word, viz. skirr'd: thus Shakespear in Macbeth, act v. scene 3.

Send out more horses; skir the country round. To skir is velitari, to fight as the light-horse do, from whence the substantive skirmish.

In Henry V. Shakespear uses the word for flying swiftly, tho’ from an enemy. The king says of the French horse, act iv, scene 13.

He'll make 'em skir away, as swift as stones

Enforced from the old Assyrian slings. No reader of taste wou'd bear the change of the word skir, which is perfectly poetical, as the sound is an echo to the sense, for scour; and Fletcher has not suffered much less by the change. Seward.

16 That lay here lieger.] So, in Greene's Qnip for an Upstart Courtier, 4to. 1592. “Indeed, I have been lieger in my time in London, and have play'd many madde pranckes, " for which cause you may apparently see I am made a curtall; for the pillory (in the sight “ of a great many good and sufficient witnesses) hath eaten off booth my eares, and now, “ sir, this rope-maker hunteth me heere with his halters."-And in the Roaring Girle, or Doll Cutpurse, by Middleton and Dekkar,

6 What durst move you, sir,
“ To think me whoorish? a name which I'de teare out
“ From the hye Germaine's throat, if it lay ledger there !

" To dispatch privy slanders against inee!" R. Dr. Jolinson says, leger is derived from the Dutch legger ; and signifies," Any thing that 5 lies in a place; as, a leger ambassador, a resident; a leger-book, a book that lies in the « compting-house."



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