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The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction / Volume 19, No. 544, April 28, 1832
SWISS COTTAGE, AT THE COLOSSEUM, IN THE REGENT'S PARK
Having given so many items of the Robin Hood games, it will not be out of place to furnish some account of the Morrice.
The tabor and pipe strike up a morrice.A shout within.
A lord, a lord, a lord, who!
ENTER THE MORRICEThey sing.
Skip it, and trip it, nimbly, nimbly,
Tickle it, tickle it, lustily,
Strike up the tabor, for the wenches favour,
Tickle it, tickle it, lustily.
Let us be seen on Hygale Greene,
To dance for the honour of Holloway,
Since we are come hither, let's spare for no leather,
To dance for the honour of Holloway.
Ed. Well said, my boys, I must have my lord's livery; what is't, a maypole? troth, 'twere a good body for a courtier's impreza, if it had but this lifeFrustra storescit. Hold, cousin, hold.
(He gives the fool money.)
Fool. Thanks, cousin, when the lord my father's audit comes, we'll repay you again, your benevolence too, sir.
Mam. What! a lord's son become a beggar!
Fool. Why not, when beggars are become lord's sons. Come, 'tis but a trifle.
Mam. Oh, sir, many a small make a great.
Fool. No, sir, a few great make a many small. Come, my lords, poor and needy hath no law.