A
DIALOGUE
Betwixt
TOM AND DICK
The former a COUNTRY-MAN, The other a CITIZEN, Presented to his
EXCELLENCY and the COUNCIL of STATE, at DRA-
PERS-Hall in LONDON, March 28, 1660.
(To the tune of I'le never love thee more.)
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Tom. NOW would I give my life to see,
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This wondrous man of might.
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Dick. Dost see that Jolly Lad? that's he
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I'le warrant him he's right.
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Ther's a true Trojan in his Face:
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Observe him o're and o're.
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Chorus.
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Dick. Come Tom, if ever GEORGE be base,
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Ne're trust Good-fellow more.
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He's none of them Phanatique Brood,
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That murther, while they pray:
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That trusse, and cheat us, for our Good;
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(All in a Godly way.)
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He drinks no Blood, and they no Sack
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into their Guts will poure.
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Chorus.
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But if GEORGE does not do the knack;
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Ne're trust good-fellow more.
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His quiet Conscience needs no guard,
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He's brave, but full of pitty.
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Tom. Yet by your leave, he knock'd so hard,
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Had lik t' awak'd the City.
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Dick. Foole, 'Twas the Rump that let a Fart,
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The Chaines and Gates it tore.
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Chorus.
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But if GEORGE beares not a true heart,
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Ne're trust good-fellow more.
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Tom. Your City-Blades are cunning Rookes;
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How rarely you Collogue him?
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But when your Gates flew of the Hookes,
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You did as much be-rougue him.
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Dick. Pug'h.------Twas the Rump did only Feele,
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The blows the City bore.
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Chorus.
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But if GEORGE be'nt as true as steell,
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Ne're trust good-fellow more.
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Dick. Come, by this Hand, we'll crack a quare,
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Thou'll pledge his health, I trow.
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Tom. Tope boy, Dick------A lusty dish my heart,
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Away wot; Tom.------Let it go.
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Drench me you slave in a full Bowle,
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I'll take't an'twere a score.
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Chorus.
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Dick. Nay if GEORGE be'nt a hearty Soule,
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Ne're trust good-fellow more.
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Tom. But, heark you, Sirrah, we're too loud,
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He'll Hang us, by and by.
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Dick. Methinks, he should be vengeance proud?
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No more then thee, and I.
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Tom. Why then I'le give him the best Blade,
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That ere the Bilbo wrote,
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Chorus.
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Dick. If GEORGE prove not a Bonny Lad,
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Ne're trust good-fellow more.
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Tom. Twas well he came, we'd mawll'd the Tayle;
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------We've all thrown up our Farmes.
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And from the Musket, to the Flayle,
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Put all our men in Armes.
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The Girles had ta'ne the Members down,
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Ne're saw such things before.
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Chorus.
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Dick. If GEORGE speak not the Town our own,
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Ne're trust good-fellow more.
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But prethee, are the Folke so mad?
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Tom.------So mad, say'dst;------Their undone,
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There's not a penny to be had;
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And every Mothers Sonne
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Must fight, if he intend to eate,
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Grow valiant, now he is poore.
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Chorus.
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Dick. Come--yet if GEORGE don't doe the feate,
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Ne're trust Good-fellow more.
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Tom.------Why Richard, 'tis a Devilish thing,
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We're not left worth a groate.
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My Doll has sold her wedding-ring,
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And Su has pawnd her Coate.
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The Sniv'ling Rogues abus'd our Squire,
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And calld our Mistris Whore.
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Chorus.
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Dick. Yet--If GEORGE don't what we desire,
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Ne're trust Good-fellow more.
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Tom.---By this good day; I did but speak;
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They tooke my Py-Ball'd Mare,
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And put the Carri'on Wench to th' speak:
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(Things goe against the Hair.)
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Our Prick-ear'd Cor'nel looks as bigg
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Still as he did before.
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Chor.
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Dick. And yet if GEORGE don't humme his Gigg,
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Ne're trust Good fellow more.
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'Faith Tom: our Case is much at one;
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We'er broak for want of Trade;
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Our City's baffled and undone,
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Betwixt the Rump and Blade.
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We've emptied both our Vines and Baggs,
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Upon a Factious score.
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Chorus.
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If GEORGE compassion not our Raggs,
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Ne're trust Good fellow more.
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Tom. But what dost think should be the Cause,
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Whence all these mischiefs spring?
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Dick. Our damned breach of Oaths and Laws;
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Our Murther of the King.
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We have been Slaves since Charles his Reign,
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We liv'd like Lords before.
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Chorus.
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If GEORGE dont set all right again,
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Ne're trust good fellow more.
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Tom. Our Vicar----(and he is own that knows.)
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Told me once;----I know what:
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(And yet the thief is wondy Close)
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Dick. 'Tis all the better;-----That.
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H'as too much Honesty and Witt,
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To let his Tongue run o're:
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Choros.
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If this prove not a luckey bit,
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Ne're trust Good-fellow more.
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Shall's ask him what he means to doe?
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Tom.-----'Good faith, with all my heart;
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Thou mak'st the better leg o' th' Two:
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Take thou the better part.
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I'le follow, if thou't leade the Van.
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Dick. Content,----I'll march before.
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Chorus.
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If GEORGE prove not a Gallant man,
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Ne're trust good fellow more.
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My Lord:------in us the Nation Craves
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But you are bound to do.
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Tom.---We have liv'd Drudges: Ric. --And We Slaves;
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We would not die so too.
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Chorus.
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Restore us but our Laws agen;
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The unborn shall thee adore:
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If GEORGE denies us his Amen;
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Ne're trust Good-fellow more.
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