The French Dancing-Master AND THE ENGLISH SOLDIER Or The Difference betwixt Fiddling and Fight Displayed in a DIALOGUE betwixt an ENGLISHMAN and a FRENCHMAN Englishman MOnsieur good morn whither away so fast Some great importance sure doth cause this haste Your running looks do in effect thus say Monsieur is gone gone Landlord asketh pay Frenchman Begar me no sush man me scorn de shift Me plus Affaires dat me from home the lift English man You scorn to shift 't is true I think you say Witness your Shirt not washed this many a day Frenchman Par me foy de Rascal to degrase Ne autre man in de varle live in sush case Begar though me no speak si bon English Me thrush Tord in the belly if the speak does Begar me be the born Gentleman de France Me can learn English a le mode de Dance Me play ode little Fiddle me can sing Par ma foy no Poet Orphus sush Music bring Begar you no sush man in all de England have For the Fiddle and the Dancing brave Englishman But when you come to meet your Foe in face The Fiddler and the Fidle's out of case Frenchman Begar the art Jack-napes to a teetle Me be brave Fellow me can fight a little Me wear Feader in the Hat me have Tord by side Me be de Gentleman when me on the Horse ride Englishman be a Clown make Leg like a the Bear Franchman be the Gentleman the fiddle and the dance rare Englishman 'T is true in dancing you do us excel But can you as the English fight as well When Mars unsheaths his Sword and Canons roar And men lie weltering in their purple gore When Towns are burnt and Cities are destroyed To what use will your Dancing be employed Frenchman Begar be de create Fool to speak sush ting Brava brava de Dance de Fidele Sing No sush thing in de varle to peep to dance To be dreass like the Madam a le mode France Englishman Brave Monsieur gallant Monsieur wondrous rare Fiddling and fooling none with thee compare Frenchman Begar be de Rogue the Villain the Carl To speak 'gainst the Dance the brave thing in de varle Begar me do love it out of all the cry Par ma foy de speak 'gainst it tell loud lie Franceman is the Gentleman in the high Sphere Vat is de Clown vas dis skip de Angletiere De French Monsieur skip and leap like the Spirit De caper and kick is not dat a rare shit Englishman A rare shit 't is indeed I needs must say To see men skip like Puppets in a Play To act the Mimic fiddle prate and dance And cringe like Apes is a le mode France But to be resolute one to fight with ten And beat them 's proper unto Englishmen Frenchman Begar Franceman is couragio fight like te Tiffell De kill de slay cut men off the middle De brave Monsieurs de Oliver de Rowland Begar de fight as long as the could stand Amadis the Gaul de Roy Charlemagne De make blood run down like drops of the rain Begar with new fashion so excellent so rare No men in de varle wid de French make compare Englishman But Monsieur have you never heard report Of Poicters Crescy and of Agincourt When France was drowned with streams of Frenchman's blood And English Valour could not be withstood six HENRY in Paris Crowned in State And France submissive did on England wait When only TALBOT'S Name did bear such sway To make Ten thousand Frenchmen run away Is not France and the Nation still the same Whom England did in all Encounters tame Have we not Hero's still who are endued With Valour Stars of the first Magnitude YORKS Duke Brave ALBEMARLE equal to those Our Ancestors who Frenchmen did oppose With other Worthies of deserved Fame Make Frenchmen tremble for to hear their Name Frenchman Begar does true de Englishman speaks right France leave to Dance and now the learn to Fight Adieu Monsieur LONDON Printed in the Year 1666.