“The Dancing Master Hang’d in the Courtyard, year 1534” / A Memorable Fancy #274

Now that he has shown the rope to jagged laughter and applause, now that he has ritually spat me (and I spat back, but missed for I have not his moist and practiced lips) –

Now that he has stained me, the mumbling drunkards quiet down and wait for me to hallow this event with whining penitential words they all expect.

But I say … “God damn ye all who live if I must die! The king, his whore, his toady Sir’s, and most of all you godly men come to watch me dance this once alone without your stinking wives, come to watch my purpling tongue and bulging horn, come to lay me down in rotting-earth.

“All of you will come to me in time to come.

“Fancy my touch as you take your wives.”

 

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