Then up comes Steele: he turns upon his beel, 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, From what befel John duke of Guife, When Richard Coeur-de-Lion reign'd, A word and blow was then enough: 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, Come near, they trod upon your toes; Of these the duke of Lancastere He kick'd, and cuffd, and tweak'd, and trod Firm on his front his beaver fate; So broad, it hid his chin; For why? he deem'd no man his mate, With Spanish wool he dy'd his cheek, No vixen civet-cat fo fweet, Nor could fo fcratch and tear. Right tall he made himself to` fhow, Yet courteous, blithe, and debonnair Oh, thus it was: he lov'd him dear, Forthwith he drench'd his defp'rate quill, "This eve at whisk ourself will play, Ah no! ah no! the guileless Guise I cannot go, nor yet can ftand, The duke in wrath call'd for his fteeds, Lord! lord! how rattled then thy ftones, O kingly Kenfington! All All in a trice he rufh'd on Guise, He tweak'd his nofe, trod on his toes, But mark, how 'midft of victory Alas, oh Nic.! oh Nic. alas! For on thee did he clap his chair, Up didft thou look, oh woeful duke! "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 ; "And turn, as now thou doft on me, But now the fervants they rush'd in; To-morrow with thee will I fight And |