The Roxburghe ballads . ed the vertimis lyfe and memorable Death of Sir KichahdWhittington, mercer, sometymes Lord Maior of the lion, cilie of London.(The play was entered to Thomas Pavyer five months earlier.) )S-J [Roxburghe Collection, III. 58. No other broadside copy noted.] Londons <t5Iorp ant) Whittington s Ecnoton; or, 3 HooftmgsdDfagJS foe Circus of London. Being a Bcmarnafile Storrj ftafo Sir Richard Whittington (a poorBoo irrtj up fat Lancashire) came to fie three times Eoro fflaoorof London in tljrce gefcetal 9tmg0 Eeictns, ano fjoin his rise ioasfig a (Cat, urijich he sent for a
The Roxburghe ballads . ed the vertimis lyfe and memorable Death of Sir KichahdWhittington, mercer, sometymes Lord Maior of the lion, cilie of London.(The play was entered to Thomas Pavyer five months earlier.) )S-J [Roxburghe Collection, III. 58. No other broadside copy noted.] Londons <t5Iorp ant) Whittington s Ecnoton; or, 3 HooftmgsdDfagJS foe Circus of London. Being a Bcmarnafile Storrj ftafo Sir Richard Whittington (a poorBoo irrtj up fat Lancashire) came to fie three times Eoro fflaoorof London in tljrce gefcetal 9tmg0 Eeictns, ano fjoin his rise ioasfig a (Cat, urijich he sent for a Denture ficocmb Sea. QForjrtijrr forthhis Bountiful (Sifts & 3LificraIitu cfiocn to tins honourable Cftg:3no tbe oast Sums of iHoncg he lent the Itmfl to maintain irjeMars in France. Ino hofa at a great feast to inhicfi he inbitcothe Itttiff, the ©turn, ano the Nofiilitu, P?c Generouslo Burntthe OEritinrjs, ano frrelg forgabc his iftajestg the foljoIclDcfit. Tuxe of, Dainty, come thou to me. [See vol. vi. p. Bllave London Prentices, come listen to my Sorg,Tis for your glory all, and to you doth belong;And you, poor Country Lads, though born of low degree,•See by Gods providence what you in time may bee. Londons Glory and Whitlingtons Renown. 583 Here must I tell the praise of worthy Whittington, Kuown to be in his dayes thrice Lord Mayor of London, But of poore parentage born was he as we heare, And in his tender age, bred up in Lancashire. \cf. p. 579.] 8 Toorly to London, then, came up this simple lad,Where with a Marchant-man, soon he a dwelling had,And in a kitchen placd, a Scullion for to be,Where a long time he past in drudging slavery. His dayley service was turning spitts at the fire, And to scour pots of brass for a poor Scullions hire; A sharp Cook-maid there was, that beat him day by day, \var. Which made him in his mind think for to run away. 16 So from the Marchant-man Whittington secretlyTowards his country ran, to gain his liberty,But as he went along,
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