Then up comes Steele: he turns upon his beel,
And in a moment faftens upon Steele;
But cries as foon, dear Dick, I must be gone,
For, if I know his tread, here's Addison.
Says Addison to Steele, 'tis time to go :
Pope to the closet steps afide with Rowe.
Poor Umbra, left in this abandon'd pickle,
E'en fits him down, and writes to honeft
Tickell.

Fool! 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam; Know, fenfe like charity begins at home.

DUKE UPON DUKE.

T°

An excellent new Ballad.

To the Tune of Chevy-Chace.

O lordings proud I tune my lay, Who feaft in bow'r or hall : Though dukes they be, to dukes I fay, That pride will have a fall.

Now, that this fame it is right footh,
Full plainly doth appear,

From what befel John duke of Guife,
And Nic of Lancastere.

When Richard Coeur-de-Lion reign'd,
(Which means a lion's heart)
Like him his barons rag'd and roar'd;
Each play'd a lion's part.

A word and blow was then enough:
Such honour did them prick,

If

you

but turn'd your cheek, a cuff; And if your a---se, a kick.

Look in their face, they tweak'd your nofe,
At ev'ry turn fell to't;

Come near, they trod upon your toes;
They fought from head to foot.

Of these the duke of Lancastere
Stood paramount in pride;

He kick'd, and cuffd, and tweak'd, and trod
His foes, and friends befide.

Firm on his front his beaver fate;

So broad, it hid his chin;

For why? he deem'd no man his mate,
And fear'd to tan his fkin.

With Spanish wool he dy'd his cheek,
With effence oil'd his hair;

No vixen civet-cat fo fweet,

Nor could fo fcratch and tear.

Right tall he made himself to` fhow,
Though made full short by God:
And, when all other dukes did bow,
This duke did only nod.

Yet courteous, blithe, and debonnair
To Guife's duke was he:
Was ever fuch a loving pair?
How could they difagree?

Oh, thus it was: he lov'd him dear,
And caft how to requite him;
And, having no friend left but this,
He deem'd it meet to fight him.

Forthwith he drench'd his defp'rate quill,
And thus he did indite:

"This eve at whisk ourself will play,
"Sir duke! be here to night.

Ah no! ah no! the guileless Guise
Demurely did reply;

I cannot go, nor yet can ftand,
So fore the gout have I.

The duke in wrath call'd for his fteeds,
And fiercely drove them on;

Lord! lord! how rattled then thy ftones, O kingly Kenfington!

All

All in a trice he rufh'd on Guise,
Thrust out his lady dear;

He tweak'd his nofe, trod on his toes,
And fmote him on the ear.

But mark, how 'midft of victory
Fate plays her old dog trick!
Upleap'd duke John, and knock'd him down,
And fo down fell duke Nic.

Alas, oh Nic.! oh Nic. alas!
Right did thy goffip call thee:
As who fhould fay, alas the day
When John of Guife shall maul thee !

For on thee did he clap his chair,
And on that chair did fit;
And look'd, as if he meant therein
To do---what was not fit.

Up didft thou look, oh woeful duke!
Thy mouth yet durft not ope,
Certes for fear of finding there
A t---d, instead of trope.

"Lie there, thou caitiff vile! quoth Guife; "No fheet is here to fave thee:

"The cafement it is fhut likewife;

"Beneath my

feet I have thee.

" If

I 3

"If thou haft aught to speak, speak out." Then Lancastere did cry,

"Know'st thou not me, nor yet thyself? "Who thou, and who am I?

"Know'ftthou not me, who(God be prais'd) "Have brawl'd, and quarrel'd more, "Than all the line of Lancastere, "That battled heretofore?

"In fenates fam'd for many a speech, "And (what fome awe must give ye, "Tho' laid thus low beneath thy breech) "Still of the council privy;

"Still of the dutchy chancellor ;
"Durante life I have it ;

"And turn, as now thou doft on me,
"Mine a---e on them that gave
it."

But now the fervants they rush'd in;
And duke Nic. up leap'd he:
I will not cope against fuch odds,
But, Guife! I'll fight with thee:

To-morrow with thee will I fight
Under the green-wood tree;
"No, not to-morrow, but to-night
" (Quoth Guife) I'll fight with thee.”

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