Doll Tearsheet. Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for your master. Pistol. I know you, Mistress Dorothy. Doll Tearsheet. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir? God's light, with two points on your shoulder? Much!
Cabaret Songs, Vol. 1 "Thus Saith the Dames and Wenches"
by Joel Balzun (b. 1990)
1. Doll Tearsheet's Song  [sung text not yet checked]
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Henry IV, Part II, Act II, Scene 4, lines 1382-1390 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
2. Old Woman's Lament `Egyptian Mud'  [sung text not yet checked]
Old Lady. How tastes it? is it bitter? forty pence, no. There was a lady once, 'tis an old story, That would not be a queen, that would she not, For all the mud in Egypt: have you heard it? Anne Bullen. Come, you are pleasant. Old Lady. With your theme, I could O'ermount the lark. The Marchioness of Pembroke! A thousand pounds a year for pure respect! No other obligation! By my life, That promises moe thousands: honour's train Is longer than his foreskirt. By this time I know your back will bear a duchess: say, Are you not stronger than you were? Anne Bullen. Good lady, Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy, And leave me out on't. Would I had no being, If this salute my blood a jot: it faints me, To think what follows. The queen is comfortless, and we forgetful In our long absence: pray, do not deliver What here you've heard to her. Old Lady. What do you think me?
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Henry VIII, Act II, Scene 3, lines 1310-1331 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
3. The Wench's Ditty  [sung text not yet checked]
Jaquenetta With that face?
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Love's Labour's Lost, Act I, Scene 2, line 436 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
4. Beatrice's Ol' Tune  [sung text not yet checked]
Beatrice. Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. Benedick. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. Beatrice. I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me: if it had been painful, I would not have come. Benedick. You take pleasure then in the message? Beatrice. Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point and choke a daw withal. You have no stomach, signior: fare you well.
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Much Ado About Nothing, Act II, Scene 3, lines 1054-1062 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]