The Princely Scuffle: Or,
An Account of the Late Famous Duel, which happen'd betwixt the Princes of Wales, and the Young
Duke of Berry, one of the French King's Grand sons.
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ALL you that pass by, I pray you draw nigh,
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Attend to my Song, without ever a Lye;
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There chanc'd t'other day, a most Tragical Fray
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Between Two Young Princes, as they were at play
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In a Garden.
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The One he was bold, being Four Years old,
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And scorn'd by a Tyler for to be Controul'd;
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Yet tho' he was Young, he could handle his Tongue,
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And call'd his Welsh-Highness i'th' midst of a Throng,
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English Bastard.
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The Other so Wise, did the Dauphin despise,
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His Countenance shew'd, his Flesh at him did rise;
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Quoth he, How I Itch, to have a Sound Twitch
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At that French Sawcy Son of a Bitch.
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The Young Dauphine.
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Dauphine
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Begar, dost dou come, to beat me at Home;
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Nay, if it be so, den have at dy Bum,
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That none may e're say, of me another day,
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I dishonour'd myself, in Running away
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From a Tyler.
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P. of WALES.
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French Dog, dost thou think, I ever will shrink?
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No, e're I have done, thy French Hide it shall stink:
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Then do not suppose, I am one of those,
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That will run away for one Bloody Nose;
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No, I Scorn it.
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Tho' my Rigid Fate, has expos'd me to hate,
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And am, like an Old Almanack, quite out of date;
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Yet still there remains, English Blood in my Veins;
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Then hold your French Tongue, or I'll beat out your Brains,
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You Young Urchin.
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At this Dauphine Hist, and up with his Fist;
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But the Prince he drew back, and the Dauphine he mist:
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And the Prince to repay, his kindness, they say,
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Knock'd the Young Dauphin down, and there the Rogue lay
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For an Hour.
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But being Reviv'd, together they striv'd,
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And e'er they had done, the late Queen she arriv'd;
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Who seeing the Battle fought on with such mettle,
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She set up her Notes, and made the Air rattle
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Like Thunder.
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Pray part them, she cry'd: The French King reply'd,
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I cannot tell which has the best on his side:
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Then part not the Chits; you Rogues, look to your Hits;
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At which, the late Queen, she fell into Fits.
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And no Wonder.
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For such a sad Maul, there never did fall,
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Since J----es, for not Fighting, she beat at W--t--h--ll;
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And so these Young Sparks, did Fight like two Sharks,
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That on both their Bodies, you might see the Marks
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A Month after.
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The French K-- did say, They shall have fair play;
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This is not diversion, I have e'ry day;
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With that they did Fight, in Earnest out-right,
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And the Welsh Prince he Worsted the Young Dauphine quite,
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That he Cryed.
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And then the Late Queen, who the Duel had seen,
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And saw her Son's Nose bleed, so raised her Spleen,
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That she stept to the Dauphine, who was crying and coughing,
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Quoth she, You Young Bastard, your Grand-fathers huffing
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Shant daunt me.
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Without any delay, she began a new Fray,
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And flew at Old Lewis, and beat him they say,
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That he Roul'd in his Gore, and his Flesh it was sore;
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Besides it is said, She in Fury Tore
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Off his Whiskers.
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But a great English Peer. who chanc'd to be near,
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And so this Confusion he Fortun'd to hear,
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Stept in to make Peace, which they all did Imbrace,
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And the Queen gave Old Lewis a Plaster for's Face,
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So they Parted[.]
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FINIS.
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