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Article SHAKSPEARE AT CHARLECOTE PARK. ← Page 3 of 4 →
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Shakspeare At Charlecote Park.
child of Satan . ' In the cellar , he and his co-mates , it was thought , would mend their manners . " An they do not learn to respect God and worship Sir Thomas , an honour deer ' s flesh , as good Christians ought—and they learn not these things in the dark , ' tis to waste God's gifts upon ' em to let ' em see the day . " Thus spoke Ralph Elder , constable of Stratford to one of the grooms of Charleeote . — " I tell you John" continued the functionary" Will Shakspeare ' s horse didn ' t
, , stumble this morning for nothing at the field of hemp . God save poor babes born to be hanged , for ' tis no constables affair . —Hush ! mercy on us—they laugh—laugh like lords !" To the shame of the prisoners be it spoken , the discourse of Ralph was broken by a loud shout from the cellar . To add to the abomination , the captives trolled forth , in full concert , a song— " a scornful tiring" as Ralh afterwards declared it— " against the miht and
, p g authority of Sir Thomas Lucy . " The men , the maids , all flocked to the cellar-door , while the dungeon of the prisoners rang with their shouting voices . " It was thus they glorified , " as Ralph avowed , " in their past iniquities . "
Twas yester morning as I walk'd adown by Charleeote meads , And counting o ' er my wicked sins , as friars count their heads ; I halted just beside a deer—a deer with speaking face , That seem'd to say— " In God ' s name come and take me from this place . " And then it gan to tell its tale—and said its babe forlorn Had butcher d been for Lucy ' s dish—soon after it was born ; " I know ' tis right , " exclaimed the dam , " my child should form a feast , But what must
I complain of is , that beast should dine off beast . " And still the creature mourn'd its fate , and how it came to pass That Lucy here a scarecrow is , in London town an ass . * And ended still its sad complaints with offers of its life , And twenty hundred times exclaimed— " Oh , hav ' nt yon a knife ?" There ' s brawny limbs in Stratford town , there ' s hearts without a fear ,
There ' s tender souls who really have compassion on a deer—And last night was without a moon , a night of nights to give Fit dying consolation to a deer that may not live . The dappled brute lay on the grass , a knife was in its side Another from its yearning throat let forth its vital tide It said , as tho' escaping from the worst that could befall , " Now thank my stars I shall not smoke on board at Charleeote Hall . "
Oh , happy deer ! Above your friends exalted high by fate You ' re not condemn'd like all the herd to Lucy ' s glutton plate ; But every morsel of your flesh from shoulder to the haunch , Tho' bred and killed in Charleeote Park hath lined an honest paunch . The household were duly scandalized at this bravado . The night came on , and still the prisoners sang and laughed . In the morning
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Shakspeare At Charlecote Park.
child of Satan . ' In the cellar , he and his co-mates , it was thought , would mend their manners . " An they do not learn to respect God and worship Sir Thomas , an honour deer ' s flesh , as good Christians ought—and they learn not these things in the dark , ' tis to waste God's gifts upon ' em to let ' em see the day . " Thus spoke Ralph Elder , constable of Stratford to one of the grooms of Charleeote . — " I tell you John" continued the functionary" Will Shakspeare ' s horse didn ' t
, , stumble this morning for nothing at the field of hemp . God save poor babes born to be hanged , for ' tis no constables affair . —Hush ! mercy on us—they laugh—laugh like lords !" To the shame of the prisoners be it spoken , the discourse of Ralph was broken by a loud shout from the cellar . To add to the abomination , the captives trolled forth , in full concert , a song— " a scornful tiring" as Ralh afterwards declared it— " against the miht and
, p g authority of Sir Thomas Lucy . " The men , the maids , all flocked to the cellar-door , while the dungeon of the prisoners rang with their shouting voices . " It was thus they glorified , " as Ralph avowed , " in their past iniquities . "
Twas yester morning as I walk'd adown by Charleeote meads , And counting o ' er my wicked sins , as friars count their heads ; I halted just beside a deer—a deer with speaking face , That seem'd to say— " In God ' s name come and take me from this place . " And then it gan to tell its tale—and said its babe forlorn Had butcher d been for Lucy ' s dish—soon after it was born ; " I know ' tis right , " exclaimed the dam , " my child should form a feast , But what must
I complain of is , that beast should dine off beast . " And still the creature mourn'd its fate , and how it came to pass That Lucy here a scarecrow is , in London town an ass . * And ended still its sad complaints with offers of its life , And twenty hundred times exclaimed— " Oh , hav ' nt yon a knife ?" There ' s brawny limbs in Stratford town , there ' s hearts without a fear ,
There ' s tender souls who really have compassion on a deer—And last night was without a moon , a night of nights to give Fit dying consolation to a deer that may not live . The dappled brute lay on the grass , a knife was in its side Another from its yearning throat let forth its vital tide It said , as tho' escaping from the worst that could befall , " Now thank my stars I shall not smoke on board at Charleeote Hall . "
Oh , happy deer ! Above your friends exalted high by fate You ' re not condemn'd like all the herd to Lucy ' s glutton plate ; But every morsel of your flesh from shoulder to the haunch , Tho' bred and killed in Charleeote Park hath lined an honest paunch . The household were duly scandalized at this bravado . The night came on , and still the prisoners sang and laughed . In the morning