Jack Juggler (Quarto 1)
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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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Jack Juggler (Quarto 1)