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R172574 1 NONE Duke Upon Duke TO Lordings proud I tune my Song, / Who feast in Bower or Hall; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1196 A / BALLAD / ON THE / BATTLE / OF THE / Two DUKES. A BALLAD ON THE BATTLE OF THE Two DUKES. A BALLAD ON THE BATTLE OF THE Two DUKES. Prior, Matthew ?-?

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1 TO Lordings proud I tune my Song, Who feast in Bower or Hall; Though Dukes you be, to Dukes I say, That Pride shall have a Fall. 2 Now that this same it is right sooth Full plainly doth appear, From what befel John Duke of Guise And Nick of Lancastere. 3 When Richard (Coeur de Lyon) reign'd (Which means a Lyon's Heart) Like him his Barons rag'd and roar'd, Each play'd a Lyon's part. 4 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---s, a Kick. 5 Look in their Face they tweak'd your Nose, At every turn fell to't; Come near they trod upon your Toes, They fought from Head to Foot. 6 Of these the Duke of Lancastere Stood Paramount in Pride, He Kick'd and Cuff'd, and tweak'd and trode His Foes and Friends beside. 7 Firm on his Front his Beaver sate So broad it hid his Chin; For why, he deem'd no Man his Mate, And scorn'd to tann his Skin. 8 With Spanish Wool he dy'd his Cheeks, With Essence oild his Hair; No Vixon Civet-Cat more sweet, Nor more could scratch and tear. 9 Right tall he made himself to show, Though made full short by God, And when that other Dukes did bow, This Duke did only nod. 10 Yet courteous, blithe, and Debonaire, To Guise's Duke was He; Was never such a Loving pair, Why did they disagree? 11 Oh thus it was, He lov'd him dear, And cast how to requite him; But having no Friend left but this, He deem'd it meet to fight him: 12 Forthwith he drench'd his desp'rate Quill And thus He did indite, This Eve at Whisk Our Self will play, Sir Duke, be here to Night. 13 Ah No, Ah No, the Guileless Guise Demurely did reply, I cannot go, nor yet can stand, So sore the Gout have I. 14 The Duke in Wrath call'd for his Steeds, And fiercely drove them on; Lord, Lord, how rattled then the Stones, Oh King-like Kensington! 15. All
(2) 15 All in a Trice on Guise he rush'd, Thrust out his Lady dear, He tweak'd his Nose, trod on his Toes, And smote him on the Ear. 16 But mark how midst of Victory Fate plays and Old Dog Trick, Up leap'd Duke John and knock'd him down, And so down fell Duke Nick. 17 Alas! O Nick, O Nicholas! Right did thy Gossips call thee; As who should say, alas the Day When John of Guise shall maul thee. 18 For on thee did He clap his Chair, And on that Chair did sit, And look'd as if He meant therein To do what was not fit. 19 Up didst thou look, oh woeful Duke! Thy Mouth yet durst not ope, Certes for Fear of finding there A T---d instead of Trope. 20 Lie there thou Caitiff vile, quoth Guise, No Sheet is here to save thee, The Casement it is shut likewise, Beneath my Foot I have thee. 21 If thou hast ought to say now speak. Then Lancastere did Cry, Know'st thou not me nor yet thyself, What thou, and what am I? 22 Know'st thou not me who, God be prais'd, Have Brawl'd and Quarrel'd more Than all the Line of Lancastere That Battel'd heretofore. 23 In Senates fam'd for many a Speech And what some awe must give ye Tho' now laid low beneath thy Breech Still of the C---------- Privy. 24 Still of the D--------- Chancellor, Durante Life I have it; And turn, as now thou dost on me, My A--s on those that gave it. 25 But now the Servants they rush'd in, And Duke Nick up leap'd He, I will not Cope against such Odds, But Guise I'll Fight with thee. 26 To Morrow with thee I will Fight Under the Green-Wood-Tree. No not to Morrow but to Night, Quoth Guise, I'll meet with thee. 27 And now the Sun declining low Bestreak'd with Blood the Skies, When with his Sword at Saddle Bow Rode forth the valiant Guise. 28 Full gently pranc'd He o're the Down And rowl'd his Eye around, And from his Stirrup stretcht to find Who was not to be found. 29 Long brandish'd He his Blade in Air, Long look'd the Field all o're, At length He spy'd the merry Men brown And eke the Coach and Four. 30 From out the Boot bold Nicholas Did wave his Hand so white, As pointing out the gloomy Glade Whereas He meant to fight. 31 All in that dreadful Hour so calm Was Lancastere to see, As if he meant to take the Air, Or only take a Fee. 32 And so He did; for to Pump-Court His Strowling Wheels did run, Not that He shun'd the doubtful Strife, But Business must be done. 33 Back in the dark by Brompton-Park He turn'd up thro' the Gore, So struck to Camden House so high, All in his Coach and Four. 34 Meanwhile the Guise did fret and fume A Sight it was to see Benumb'd beneath the Evening Dews Under the Green Wood Tree. 25 Then wet and weary home He far'd Sore muttering all the way, If e're I meet him Nick shall rue The Cudgel of that Day. 36 Mean time on every Pissing Post I'll Paste this Recreant's Name, So every Passer-by shall read And Piss against the same. 37 God save the King and grant more Wit Unto his Nobles all, To learn this Lesson from Duke Nick, That Pride will have a Fall.