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Page 45 - A fat chuff it was, I remember, with a grey beard cut short to the stumps as though it were grimed, and a huge, wormeaten nose like a cluster of grapes hanging downwards.
Page 20 - Scratch not thy head Martin, for be thou Martin the bird, or Martin the beast ; a bird with the longest bill, or a beast with the longest eares, theres a net spread for your necke. Martin, He tell thee a tale woorth twelue pence, if thy witt bee woorth a pennie.
Page 45 - Passage is a game at dice, which some perhaps may comprehend by the following description: " It is played at but by two, and it is performed with three dice. The caster throws continually till he hath thrown doublets under ten, and then he is out and loseth; or doublets above ten, and then he passeth, and wins.— Comp Gam.
Page 31 - There is a good Ladie that lent one of these Martinists fortie pounds, and when at the daie shee required her money, Martin began to storme, and said, he thought her not the child of God, for they must lend, looking for nothing againe, and so to acquite himselfe of the blot of vsurie he kepte the principall. These Martins make the Scriptures a Scriueners shop to drawe conueyances, and the common pleas of Westminster to take forfeitures. Theyle not sticke to outlaw a mans soule, and serue it presently...
Page 38 - No more did one of his minions, that thinking to rap out an oath and sweare by his conscience, mistooke the word and swore by his concupiscence ; not vnlike the theefe, that in stead of God speede, sayd stand, and so tooke a purse for God morowe. Yet dooth Martin hope that all her Maiesties best subiects will become...
Page 28 - I a pestle so to stampe his pisdes, that He beate all his wit to powder. What will the powder of Martins wit be good for ? Marie blowe vp a dram of it into the nostrels of a good Protestant, it will make him giddie ; but if you minister it like Tobacco to a Puritane, it will make him as mad as a Martin.
Page 52 - Matachins, who were habited in short jackets with gilt-paper helmets, long streamers tied to their shoulders, and bells to their legs. They carried in their hands a sword and buckler, with which they made a clashing noise, and performed various quick and sprightly...
Page 39 - Bullens dogge Spring, not remembring that there is not a better Spanniell in England to spring a couie of queanes than Martin. Hee sliues one, has a fling at another, a long tale of his talboothe, of a vulnerall sermon, and of a fooles head in souce. This is the Epistle which he woonders at himselfe, and like an olde Ape, hugges the Vrchin so in his conceipt, as though it should shew vs some new tricks ouer the chaine, neuer wish it published Martin, we pittie it before it comes out. Trusse vp thy...
Page 13 - FINIS. PAPPE WITH AN HATCHET. GOOD morrow, goodman Martin, good morrow: will ye anie musique this morning ? What fast a sleepe ? Nay faith, He cramp thee till I wake thee. O whose tat ? Nay gesse olde knaue and odd knaue: for He neuer leaue pulling, til I haue thee out of thy bed into the streete ; and then all shall see who thou art, and thou know what I am.
Page 7 - Roome for a royster ; so thats well sayd, itch a little further for a good fellowe. Now haue at you all my gaffers of the rayling religion, tis I that must take you a peg lower. I am sure you looke for more worke, you shall haue wood enough to cleaue, make your tongue the wedge, and your head the beetle, He make such a splinter runne into your wits, as shal make the ranckle till you become fooles.