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  • Title: Jack Juggler (Quarto 1)
  • Editor: David Swain
  • Textual editor: Dr. Sarah Neville
  • Coordinating editor: Brett Greatley-Hirsch

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-490-5

    Copyright David Swain. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: Anonymous
    Editor: David Swain
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    Jack Juggler (Quarto 1)

    And a verye diuell, for yf she oons begine
    To fight or chyd in a weke she wol not lyne
    215And a great pleasure she hath specyally now of late
    To gette poore me now and then by the pate
    For she is an angrie pece of fle she and sone displeasyd
    Quikely moued but not lyghtlye appesed
    We vse to call hir at home dame Coye
    220A Cresie gingerlie pice god saue her and saint Loy
    As denty and nice as an halpeny worthe of syluer spoons
    but vengable melancolie in the aftir noons
    She vseth for hir bodylie helth and safegard
    To chid daylie oone fite too supperward
    225And my May ster hym selfe is wor se then she
    If he ons throughlye angeryd bee
    And a mayd we haue at hom aulsoon tripe and goo
    Not all London shewe such other twoo
    She simperith, she prankith and getteth with out faille
    230As a pecocke that hath spred and sheweth hir gaye taylle
    Se mynceth, she bridelethe, she swimmith to and fro
    Se tredith not one here a wrye, she tryppeth like a do
    A brod in the strete going or cumming homward
    She quauerith and warbelith like one in a galiard
    235Euerie ioint in her bodie and euerie part
    Oh it is a ioylie wenche to myns and deuyd a fart
    She talketh she chatteth like a Pye all daye
    And speaketh like a paratt Poppagaye.
    And that as fine as a small silken threede
    240yea and as high as an eagle can fle for a neade
    But it is a spitfull lying girle and neuer well
    But whan she may sum yll tall by me tell
    She woll I warrant you a non at the fir st
    Of me imagine and saye the wor st


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