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PLEASANT DIALOGVES AND DRAMMA'S, SELECTED OVT OF LUCIAN, ERASMUS, TEXTOR, OVID, &amp;c. With ſundry <hi>Emblems</hi> extracted from the moſt elegant <hi>Iacobus Catſius.</hi> As alſo certaine <hi>Elegies, Epitaphs,</hi> and <hi>Epithalamions</hi> or <hi>Nuptiall Songs; Anagrams</hi> and <hi>Acroſticks;</hi> With divers Speeches (upon ſeverall occaſions) ſpoken to their moſt Excellent Majeſties, King CHARLES, and Queene MARY. With other <hi>Fancies</hi> tranſlated from BEZA, BUCANAN, and ſundry Italian Poets.</p>
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               <hi>By</hi> THO. HEYWOOD.</p>
            <p>
               <q>
                  <hi>Aut prodeſſe ſolent, aut delectare—</hi>
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            <p>LONDON, Printed by <hi>R. O.</hi> for <hi>R. H.</hi> and are to be ſold by <hi>Thomas Slater</hi> at the <hi>Swan</hi> in <hi>Duck-lane</hi> 1637.</p>
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               <hi>To the Right Honourable Sir HENRY Lord CARY, Baron of</hi> Hunſdon, <hi>Viſcount</hi> Rochford, <hi>Earle of DOVER, &amp;c.</hi>
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               <salute>Right Honourable,</salute>
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               <seg rend="decorInit">E</seg>Laborate Poems have ever aym'd at learned Patrons, who valued Books as your beſt Lapidaries praiſe Iew<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>els, not by their greatneſſe, but their goodneſſe. This is a ſmall Cabinet of many and choyſe, of which none better than your Noble ſelfe can judge, ſome of them borrowing their luſter from your own vertues, vouchſafe there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore (great Lord) their peruſall, being devoted to our ſole patronage, whilſt the preſenter wiſhing <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                  <desc>•</desc>
               </gap>nto you and all yours, a long fruition of terre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>
               <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                  <desc>•</desc>
               </gap>riall graces here, with the fulneſſe of celeſtiall <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                  <desc>•</desc>
               </gap>yes hereafter, humbly takes his leave, with that of <hi>Catullus</hi> to <hi>M. Cicero:</hi>
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               <l>Tanto peſſimus omnium poeta,</l>
               <l>Quanto tu optimus omnium patronus.</l>
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               <signed>Your Lordſhips in all dutifull obſervance, THO. HEYWOOD.</signed>
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            <head>To the Generous Reader.</head>
            <p>REader, of what capacity or condi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion ſoever, I preſent unto thy fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vourable peruſall a Miſcellane of ſun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dry ſtraines in Poetry; which me thinks ſhould not come altogether unwelcome to ſuch as affect variety: here thou ſhalt finde choice and ſelected Dia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>logues borrowed from ſundry Authors, both for the method and matter, plea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſant and profitable. Which though I met with in Proſe onely, yet upon bet<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter acquaintance, I have taught to goe upon even feet and number.</p>
            <p>For ſuch as delight in Stage-poetry, here are alſo divers <hi>Dramma's,</hi> never be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore publiſhed: Which though ſome may condemne for their ſhortneſſe, o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thers againe will commend for their ſweetneſſe.</p>
            <p>From famous <hi>Iacobus Catſius,</hi> I have
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extracted Emblems of risk conceit, and excellent expreſſion in the originall; Therefore I hope not to bee rejected in our native Tongue, howſoever by mee but rudely and courſely interpre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted.</p>
            <p>Here are moreover divers ſpeeches, at ſundry times, and upon ſeverall occaſi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ons ſpoken, either to one or both of their ſacred Majeſties. And other of the ſame condition, before other Noble Per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſonages.</p>
            <p>Beſides <hi>Epithalamions (or Nuptiall Songs)</hi> with <hi>Funerall Elegies, Epitaphs, Anagrams, &amp;c.</hi> Nor doubt I, but in the ſervice of ſuch change of diſhes, there may be found amongſt them, though not all to pleaſe every man, yet not any of them but may taſte ſome one or others palat. For the better illuſtration of which. I have prefixed before every parti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cular piece its proper Argument, with Annotations and obſervations of all ſuch things as may appeare difficult or forreigne to the ignorant Reader. Which I intreat thee to ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cept
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as well in plaine iake, as were they curiouſly inſculpt in Copper. Comple<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment I cannot t' onely that I take my <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                  <desc>•</desc>
               </gap>eave; Reader farewell. Read perfect<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly, examine ſtrictly, but cenſure chari<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tably.</p>
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               <signed>Thine, THO. HEYWOOD.</signed>
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            <head>To his worthie friend the Authour, Maſter <hi>Thomas Heywood.</hi>
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            <l>
               <hi>HEywood,</hi> when men weigh truly what thou art,</l>
            <l>How the whole frame of learning claimes a part</l>
            <l>In thy deepe apprehenſion; and then ſee;</l>
            <l>To knowledge added ſo much induſtry;</l>
            <l>Who will deny thee the beſt Palme and Bayes?</l>
            <l>And that to name thee, to himſelfe is praiſe.</l>
            <l>As firſt, which I muſt ever firſt preferre,</l>
            <l>Thy skill in Poëtry, where thou ſo farre</l>
            <l>Haſt gone, as none beyond thee, and haſt writ,</l>
            <l>That after-ages muſt deſpaire of wit</l>
            <l>Or matter to write more. Nor art thou leſſe,</l>
            <l>In whatſoere thy fancy will expreſſe.</l>
            <l>Thy pen commands all hiſtory, all actions,</l>
            <l>Counſels, Decrees, men, manners, States, and factions,</l>
            <l>Playes, Epicediums, Odes, and Lyricks,</l>
            <l>Tranſlations, Epitaphs, and Panegyricks:</l>
            <l>They all doe ſpeake thy worth. Nor doſt thou teach</l>
            <l>Things meere prophane; but thy great Muſe does reach</l>
            <l>Above the Orbes; unto the utmoſt skie,</l>
            <l>And makes tranſition unto Deitie.</l>
            <l>When thou with ſuch high ſtraines detainſt our eares,</l>
            <l>As might become the Angels, or the Spheares.</l>
            <l>What Reader then in juſtice can decline</l>
            <l>From this aſſertion? Poets are divine,</l>
            <l>Rapt with a heavenly fire, which is made knowne</l>
            <l>By no example better than thine owne.</l>
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               <signed>SH. MARMION.</signed>
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            <head>To the learned Authour Maſter THOMAS HEYWOOD.</head>
            <l>VVHo can deny but Poets take their birth</l>
            <l>From ſome thing that's more excellent than earth</l>
            <l>Since thoſe harmonious ſtrains that fill our eares,</l>
            <l>Proclaime their neere allyance with the Spheares,</l>
            <l>And ſhewes their Art all Arts as farre exceed</l>
            <l>As doth the fiery-Cane, the weakeſt Reed.</l>
            <l>That Matter which ſix lines of Proſe rehearſe,</l>
            <l>May fitly be contained in one Verſe;</l>
            <l>Yea, and ſo pithily (if well compacted)</l>
            <l>That out of it whole Bookes may be extracted.</l>
            <l>A Preſident whereof if thou wouldſt find,</l>
            <l>I prethee gentle Reader bend thy mind</l>
            <l>To what this little Volume doth containe,</l>
            <l>And ſure the fruit will recompence thy paine.</l>
            <l>The ſubject with the Authours names agree,</l>
            <l>Who all have left unto Poſteritie</l>
            <l>Such Noble badges of their learned fame,</l>
            <l>That my weake Pen can no way ſhew the ſame;</l>
            <l>Therefore doe thou, ô <hi>Heywood,</hi> weare the Bayes</l>
            <l>As thy juſt merit many thouſand wayes.</l>
            <l>For this thy Worke, with others heretofore</l>
            <l>Shall honor thee till time ſhall be no more.</l>
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               <signed>D. E.</signed>
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            <head>To my praiſe-worthy friend Maſter THOMAS HEYWOOD.</head>
            <l>THy Worth unto the Knowing World is knowne,</l>
            <l>Let Criticks cenſure others by their owne,</l>
            <l>And tinct their foreheads with a purple ſhame,</l>
            <l>When they ſhall ſee thy Works, or heare thy Name,</l>
            <l>Whilſt with thy owne, thou ſetſt forth others fame;</l>
            <l>Whoſe lofty Anthems, in our Engliſh tone</l>
            <l>Thou ſing'ſt, and mak'ſt them live, though dead &amp; gone.</l>
            <l>What barking or untutor'd <hi>Momus</hi> then</l>
            <l>Will dare to belch againſt thy learned Pen?</l>
            <l>Whoſe worthier Lines, unto their foule diſgrace,</l>
            <l>Shall ſpit defiance in a braſen face;</l>
            <l>And when th'art dead, thy Poe<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g>ſie ſhall ſing</l>
            <l>Such pleaſant ſtraines, whereof the World ſhall ring;</l>
            <l>And Envies ſelfe, in ſpight of all Aſſayes,</l>
            <l>Shall crowne thy Tombe-ſtone with eternall Bayes.</l>
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               <signed>S. N.</signed>
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            <head>The Table.</head>
            <p>THe Dialogue of <hi>Eraſmus,</hi> called <hi>Naufragi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>um,</hi> Pag. <hi>1</hi>
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            <p>The Dialogue of <hi>Eraſmus,</hi> called <hi>Procus</hi> and <hi>Puella,</hi> Page <hi>16</hi>
            </p>
            <p>The Dialogue of <hi>Raviſius Textor,</hi> called <hi>Earth</hi> and <hi>Age,</hi> p. <hi>38</hi>
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            <p>A Dialogue from <hi>Lucianus Samoſatenſis,</hi> called <hi>Miſanthropos,</hi> or the <hi>Man-hater,</hi> p. <hi>54</hi>
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            <p>A Dialogue of the ſame Author, betwixt <hi>Iupiter</hi> and <hi>Ganimede,</hi> p. <hi>96</hi>
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            <p>A third betwixt <hi>Iupiter</hi> and <hi>Iuno,</hi> p. <hi>101</hi>
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            <p>A fourth betwixt <hi>Iupiter</hi> and <hi>Cupid,</hi> p. <hi>105</hi>
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            <p>A fifth betwixt <hi>Vulcan</hi> and <hi>Appolo,</hi> p. <hi>108</hi>
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            <p>A ſixth betwixt <hi>Apollo</hi> and <hi>Mercury,</hi> p. <hi>111</hi>
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            <p>A ſeventh betwixt <hi>Maia</hi> and Mercury. p. <hi>114</hi>
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            <p>An eighth betwixt <hi>Iupiter</hi> and <hi>Vulcan,</hi> p. <hi>116</hi>
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            <p>A ninth betwixt <hi>Mercurie</hi> and <hi>Neptune,</hi> p. <hi>120</hi>
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            <p>A tenth betwixt <hi>Mauſolus</hi> and <hi>Diogenes,</hi> p. <hi>123</hi>
            </p>
            <p>An eleventh betwixt <hi>Diogenes</hi> and <hi>Crates.</hi> p. <hi>126</hi>
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            <p>A twelfth betwixt <hi>Charon, Menippus,</hi> and <hi>Mer<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cury,</hi> p. <hi>130</hi>
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            <p>A thirteenth betwixt <hi>Menippus, Aeacus, Pytha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>goras, Empedocles,</hi> and <hi>Socrates,</hi> p. <hi>133</hi>
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A fourteenth betwixt <hi>Nireus, Therſites,</hi> and <hi>Me<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nippus,</hi> p. <hi>138</hi>
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            <p>A Dialogue called <hi>Deorum Iudicium,</hi> betwixt <hi>Iupiter, Mercurie, Iuno, Pallas, Venus,</hi> and <hi>Paris,</hi> p. <hi>140</hi>
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            <p>A Drama from <hi>Ovid,</hi> called <hi>Iupiter</hi> and <hi>Io,</hi> p. <hi>155</hi>
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            <p>A ſecond from <hi>Ovid</hi> called <hi>Apollo</hi> and <hi>Daphne,</hi> p. <hi>177</hi>
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            <p>A Paſtorall Drama called <hi>Amphriſa,</hi> or the <hi>Forſaken Shepheardeſſe.</hi> p <hi>192</hi>
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            <p>Forty ſixe Emblems interpreted from the moſt ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cellent Emblematiſt, <hi>Iacobus Catſius.</hi> The Ar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gument, A diſcourſe betwixt <hi>Anna</hi> and <hi>Phillis,</hi> p <hi>203</hi>
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            <p>Divers Speeches ſpoken before their two ſacred Majeſties, and before ſundry other Noble perſons upon ſeverall occaſions, p. <hi>231</hi> &amp;c.</p>
            <p>A Maske preſented at <hi>Hunſdon</hi> Houſe, p <hi>245</hi>
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            <p>Prologues and Epilogues upon other occaſions, p <hi>247</hi>
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            <p>Funer all Elegies and Epitaphs, p. <hi>250</hi>
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            <p>Epithalamions, or Nuptiall Songs, p. <hi>260</hi>
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            <p>Acroſticks, p. <hi>202</hi>
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            <p>Epigrams from <hi>Beza, Bucanan,</hi> and other Italian and Latine Authers, p. <hi>267</hi>
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            <p>
               <hi>Cum multis aliis, &amp;c.</hi>
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            <trailer>Tabulae Finis.</trailer>
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               <head>The Argument of <hi>Eraſmus</hi> his Dialogue called NAIAGAION, or <hi>Naufragium.</hi>
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                  <hi>HEre you may reade an accurate Narration</hi>
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                  <hi>Of dangers incident to Navigation:</hi>
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                  <hi>With diuers fooliſh ſuperſtitions us'd</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y Mariners, (ſome not to be excus'd)</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Here is deſcrib'd a</hi> Tempeſt <hi>to the height,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>With caſting out of</hi> Goods, <hi>to caſe their freight;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And ſeverall humors (to the life expreſt)</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Of men in danger, and by ſea diſtreſt:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ome, to the bleſſed</hi> Virgin <hi>call for aid:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y others, Vowes to ſeuerall</hi> Saints <hi>are made.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>But this our</hi> Author <hi>will approue of none</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>To be invok't, but the</hi> Great God alone.</l>
               <stage>The Interlocutors or Speakers, <hi>Antonius</hi> and <hi>Adolphos.</hi>
               </stage>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGUE.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anthon.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <seg rend="decorInit">T</seg>Hou tel'ſt me wondrous things; Is that to ſaile,</l>
                  <l>Where humane helpe ſo little can preuaile?</l>
                  <l>Forbid it Heav'n, to come into my thought,</l>
                  <l>That euer Wit ſo dearely ſhould be bought.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="2" facs="tcp:4265:9"/>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>What hath as yet been ſpoke are trifles meere,</l>
                  <l>If to what I ſhall ſpeake thou lend an eare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>So much from thee I haue already had,</l>
                  <l>That I ſtill tremble, and it makes me ſad,</l>
                  <l>As I had then been preſent.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Dangers paſt</l>
                  <l>Are vnto me of much more pleaſing taſt:</l>
                  <l>That night there hapned what much tooke away</l>
                  <l>All comfort from the Pilot.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>What, I pray?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Dark was the night; when by the top-maſt ſtand</l>
                  <l>(Got thither by the help of feet and hands)</l>
                  <l>One of the ſhip-men, and as from a <note n="*" place="margin">It is commonly called the Bowland.</note> loover</l>
                  <l>He lookt from thence, if ſo he might diſcouer</l>
                  <l>Some part of land: when on the inſtant, neare</l>
                  <l>Vnto his ſide was ſeen a fiery Spheare;</l>
                  <l>To Sea-men a ſad <hi>Omen,</hi> if it ſhine</l>
                  <l>Single: but twinnes, they better lucke divine:</l>
                  <l>And in the times of old they call'd ſuch too</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Caſtor</hi> and <hi>Pollux.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>What had they to do</l>
                  <l>With Mariners? ſince thoſe we underſtand</l>
                  <l>Were Champions both, and vs'd to fight on land.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>The Poets ſo would haue it. He at th' ſterne</l>
                  <l>Caſting his eye vp did the light diſcerne:</l>
                  <l>Who calling ſaid, My <hi>Mate</hi> (It is a word</l>
                  <l>That Sailers interchangeably afford</l>
                  <l>To one another) ſpeake, doſt thou not ſee</l>
                  <l>The fire aboue that clings ſo cloſe to thee?</l>
                  <l>Who anſwer'd thus: I do, and I pray God</l>
                  <l>That vnto vs it no misfortune boad.</l>
                  <l>The flaming Globe ſtraight by the tackles ſlid,</l>
                  <l>And came cloſe to the Pilot.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>I! But did</l>
                  <l>Not he ſinke downe with feare?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>The fright he' endur'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="3" facs="tcp:4265:9"/>
They being to ſuch prodigies inur'd.</l>
                  <l>There hauing ſtaid a while, by the ſhip ſides</l>
                  <l>It rowles it ſelfe, but there not long abides,</l>
                  <l>But leaping from the hatches, vaniſht ſo.</l>
                  <l>Towards mid-day the tempeſt 'gan to grow</l>
                  <l>More and more raging. Didſt thou euer ſee</l>
                  <l>The Alps?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>I haue.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Thoſe hills appeare to bee</l>
                  <l>But warts to ſuch ſea billowes, (if compar'd:)</l>
                  <l>Be judge then, how with us it that time far'd;</l>
                  <l>How often were we lifted vp ſo high,</l>
                  <l>Till to the very Moone we came ſo nigh,</l>
                  <l>To touch it with our fingers. Then againe</l>
                  <l>So low caſt, that the Channell rent in twaine,</l>
                  <l>To let vs downe to Hell.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Mad men, no doubt,</l>
                  <l>Who leaue the land, to ſeeke ſuch dangers out.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>The Sailers ſtriuing with the Storme ſome ſpace,</l>
                  <l>(But all in vaine) the Pilot with a face</l>
                  <l>Like aſhes, came to vs.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>And now I feare,</l>
                  <l>By his wan colour, ſome ſtrange miſchiefe neare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>I am no more your Pilot now <stage>(ſaith he)</stage>
                  </l>
                  <l>My friends, the Windes command both ſhip and me:</l>
                  <l>Prepare for all extremes, there's now no hope</l>
                  <l>Saue in our God, no truſt in Saile or Rope.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>('Twas an hard ſpeech.)</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Firſt therefore let vs eaſe</l>
                  <l>Our ſhip <stage>(ſaith he)</stage> by caſting in the ſeas</l>
                  <l>Her weighty lading; for ſo now commands</l>
                  <l>Neceſſitie: It with more ſafety ſtands,</l>
                  <l>By loſſe of goods, death preſent to preuent,</l>
                  <l>Than with them periſh here incontinent.</l>
                  <l>The truth perſuades them; Inſtantly they hoiſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nto the Maine, rich Wares, and Veſſels choiſe,</l>
                  <l>And thoſe in plenty.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="4" facs="tcp:4265:10"/>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>This a Wracke indeed</l>
                  <l>May well be call'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Silence till I proceed.</l>
                  <l>Amongſt the reſt, a rich Italian there,</l>
                  <l>Imployd in Embaſſy, who was to beare</l>
                  <l>Some Preſents into Scotland, and this Lord</l>
                  <l>Had coffers, caskets, and ſtuft trunks abord,</l>
                  <l>With plate, rings, Iewels, change of garments.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Say,</l>
                  <l>Was that man willing to caſt all away?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>No: but being askt that queſtion, made reply,</l>
                  <l>He with his wealth would liue, or with it dy;</l>
                  <l>And therefore ſtorm'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>What ſaid the Pilot then?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Better it were, of theſe deſpairing men,</l>
                  <l>That he alone ſhould periſh, than (to ſaue</l>
                  <l>His proper wealth) all ſuffer in the waue:</l>
                  <l>And therefore told him plainly, But if hee</l>
                  <l>Vnto the generall ſafety would agree,</l>
                  <l>(Need ſo compeld) that without further plea,</l>
                  <l>Him and his wealth they'd toſſe into the ſea.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>A very Sailers ſpeech.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>So, forc't at laſt,</l>
                  <l>With his owne hands his goods away he caſt,</l>
                  <l>With many bitter curſes; much inrag'd</l>
                  <l>With gods and divels, that he had ingag'd</l>
                  <l>Himſelfe to ſuch a barbarous element.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>A meere Italians pray'r.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Obſerue th'euent:</l>
                  <l>(Theſe our free-offrings notwithſtanding) neither</l>
                  <l>The windes nor waues were ſated, but together</l>
                  <l>Conſpir'd: Our tackles were aſunder blowne,</l>
                  <l>And our torne ſailes into the Ocean throwne,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Diſtreſſe indeed.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>The Pilot comes againe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>To preach as at the firſt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="5" facs="tcp:4265:10"/>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>In a ſad ſtraine</l>
                  <l>He thus ſalutes vs: Friends, as the caſe ſtands,</l>
                  <l>I wiſh you would commend you to heav'ns hands,</l>
                  <l>And ſo prepare for death. Some who had been</l>
                  <l>At ſea before, and in that Art well ſeen,</l>
                  <l>Askt him, How long he thought he could maintaine</l>
                  <l>His ſhip to liue? who briefely ſaid againe,</l>
                  <l>Not full three houres, (as being then at worſt)</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Why this was harder doctrine than the firſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Which hauing ſaid, the Sailers he ſtraight bid</l>
                  <l>To cut the cords aſunder: which they did.</l>
                  <l>And next, To ſaw the main-Maſt by the root:</l>
                  <l>Who inſtantly apply themſelues vntoo't;</l>
                  <l>Which, with the ſaile and ſaile-yard, they ſoone threw</l>
                  <l>Into the ſea.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Why ſo?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Becauſe they knew,</l>
                  <l>Bee'ng torne, a burthen they might rather call</l>
                  <l>Their ſailes, than helpe, (now of no vſe at all)</l>
                  <l>For all their hope was in the helme,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Meane ſpace,</l>
                  <l>What did the paſſengers?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>A wretched face</l>
                  <l>Of things you now might ſee: Some then in place</l>
                  <l>Began to ſing, <hi>Haile</hi> Mary <hi>full of Grace;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And the bleſt Virgin Mother to implore:</l>
                  <l>She, who plaine <hi>Mary</hi> had been call'd before,</l>
                  <l>They now ſtile, <hi>The Seas</hi> Star, <hi>The</hi> Queen of heav'n,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>The Lady of the world:</hi> Titles not giv'n</l>
                  <l>To her in ſacred Scriptures.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>I indeed</l>
                  <l>Neuer that ſhe at ſea was yet could reed.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>But <hi>Venus</hi> (I haue heard) once tooke no ſcorne</l>
                  <l>To haue the charge of Sailers, (as ſea-borne.)</l>
                  <l>But thinking ſhe had quite giv'n vp her care;</l>
                  <l>All their Devotions now directed are</l>
                  <l>In ſtead of her, a mother, and no maid,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="6" facs="tcp:4265:11"/>
Her that was Maid and Mother, to perſuade.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Come now you jeſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Some of them proſtrat lie</l>
                  <l>Vpon the hatches, and for ſuccor crie</l>
                  <l>Vnto the <hi>Storme,</hi> and (as had they been mad)</l>
                  <l>pour'd out into the Maine what oile they had;</l>
                  <l>Flattring the raging billowes of the ſeas,</l>
                  <l>As if ſome angry pow'r they would appeaſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>What did they ſay?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>O Sea moſt mercifull,</l>
                  <l>O generous Sea, ô Sea moſt beautifull,</l>
                  <l>O you the moſt rich Channels of the Deepe</l>
                  <l>Saue vs, haue mercy, vs preſerue and keepe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Ridiculous ſuperſtition. What the reſt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Their ſtomacks ſome diſgorg'd; one in his breſt</l>
                  <l>Was meditating Vowes. An Engliſh man</l>
                  <l>(I well remember) ſaid, O if I can</l>
                  <l>But get to land ſafe, Pilgrimage I'l frame</l>
                  <l>Vnto the bleſſed Maid of <hi>Walſinghame;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And promis'd golden mountaines. Others vow'd</l>
                  <l>To ſuch a Croſſe: but that ſome diſallow'd.</l>
                  <l>And nam'd another in a remoat place</l>
                  <l>Thence many countries diſtant. In like caſe</l>
                  <l>They with the Virgin <hi>Mary</hi> dealt, who raignes</l>
                  <l>In ſundry Regions: and ſince need conſtraines,</l>
                  <l>They pray to her, but thinke they are not heard,</l>
                  <l>Vnleſſe they name ſome Temple to her rear'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Vaine were ſuch Oriſons, ſince the Saints dwell</l>
                  <l>In heav'n aboue.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Some ſaid, If they came well</l>
                  <l>And ſafe to ſhore, Carthuſians they would bee.</l>
                  <l>One promis'd, If the ſea he once could free,</l>
                  <l>Bare foot and bare head, naked ſaue his ſhirt,</l>
                  <l>And that of male cloſe to his body girt,</l>
                  <l>Nay, begging all the way, vow'd, ſteps hee'd tell</l>
                  <l>To where Saint <hi>Iames</hi> yet liues in Compoſtell.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="7" facs="tcp:4265:11"/>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Did none thinke of Saint <hi>Chriſtopher?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>I heard</l>
                  <l>Not without laughter) one to him indear'd:</l>
                  <l>He in the chiefe Church of <note n="*" place="margin">Or Pari</note> Lutetia ſtands,</l>
                  <l>More like a mountaine than a man) his hands</l>
                  <l>Lift vp: who with a voice ſtrep'rous and loud</l>
                  <l>That all they in the ſhip might heare him) vow'd</l>
                  <l>To ſet before that Saint a waxen Light</l>
                  <l>Big as himſelfe. To whom one that fore-right</l>
                  <l>Before him ſate, (well knowne to him) reply'd,</l>
                  <l>After he firſt had jogg'd him on the ſide)</l>
                  <l>Take heed friend what you promiſe; ſhould you ſell</l>
                  <l>Your whole eſtate, which is to me knowne well,</l>
                  <l>You cannot make it good. He then in feare,</l>
                  <l>Leſt him perchance S. <hi>Chriſtopher</hi> might heart)</l>
                  <l>Anſwer'd in a low voice, Peace foole be ſtill,</l>
                  <l>Think'ſt thou my words are ſuting to my will;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f once I finde ſafe landing may be had,</l>
                  <l>I'l of a farthing candle make him glad.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>O ſtupid braine! Some Hollander?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>None ſuch:</l>
                  <l>He was of Zeeland ſure.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>I wonder much,</l>
                  <l>None that time of th' Apoſtle <hi>Paul</hi> did thinke;</l>
                  <l>For he was wrackt, and when the ſhip did ſinke,</l>
                  <l>Got to the ſhore) who knowing ſhipwracke beſt,</l>
                  <l>Would ſoone haue helpt them in that kinde diſtreſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Of him there was no mention.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Did they pray?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Yes; and at once ſome ſung, and ſome did ſay</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Haile Virgin:</hi> others, their Beleefe: ſome mutter'd</l>
                  <l>Certaine peculiar pray'rs, as had they vtter'd</l>
                  <l>Soft Magicke ſpells' gainſt danger.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>How diſtreſſe</l>
                  <l>Makes men deuout? when they thinke nothing leſſe</l>
                  <l>Than of their God, if fortune ſeeme to ſmile,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="8" facs="tcp:4265:12"/>
Or of his Saints. But what didſt thou the while?</l>
                  <l>Vowd'ſt thou to none of them?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>No.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Why?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Becauſe</l>
                  <l>Cov'nants with Saints made, are ſtill with ſome clauſe</l>
                  <l>After the forme of Contract: <hi>This I giue,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>If thou performe:</hi> If at this time I liue,</l>
                  <l>Then ſuch a thing I'l do; I'l at thy Shrine</l>
                  <l>Offer a Taper, if I ſcape the Brine;</l>
                  <l>Or if thou keepſt me, vnto Rome I'l go</l>
                  <l>On Pilgrimage.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>But to none prayd'ſt thou?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>No.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Shew me the cauſe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>I thought, Heav'n far extended:</l>
                  <l>To any one Saint ſhould I haue commended</l>
                  <l>My ſafety, ſay Saint <hi>Peter,</hi> who bee'ng neare</l>
                  <l>Vnto the doore, moſt likely was to heare;</l>
                  <l>Before he could haue left the gate, to finde</l>
                  <l>where God was, or deliver'd him my minde,</l>
                  <l>I might haue periſht.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>What then didſt thou do?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Tooke the next courſe, and did direct vnto</l>
                  <l>The <hi>Father</hi> my Deuotions, and began,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Father which art in heav'n,</hi> &amp;c. I perceiv'd than,</l>
                  <l>None of the Saints could ſooner heare, nor any</l>
                  <l>Abler to ſaue or helpe, though they be many.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Did not thy conſcience pricke thee the mean time</l>
                  <l>Remembring with how many an hainous crime</l>
                  <l>Thou hadſt offended him?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Shall I ſpeake true?</l>
                  <l>Part of my confident boldneſſe it withdrew;</l>
                  <l>But ſtraight it thus in my conception runne:</l>
                  <l>No Father is ſo angry with his Sonne,</l>
                  <l>But if he ſpy him in a brooke or lake,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="9" facs="tcp:4265:12"/>
Ready to drowne, hee'l by the haire him take,</l>
                  <l>And plucke him from the danger. 'Mongſt the reſt,</l>
                  <l>A woman who a childe had at her breſt</l>
                  <l>Then ſucking, in that feare ſeem'd troubled leaſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>And what did ſhe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Nor clamor loud, nor weepe;</l>
                  <l>Nor promiſe what ſhe neuer meant to keepe:</l>
                  <l>Only embrac'd her infant, ſoftly pray'd</l>
                  <l>Vnto her ſelfe, none hearing what ſhe ſayd.</l>
                  <l>Meane time the Barke inclining neere the ſhore,</l>
                  <l>The Maſter fearing leſt ſhe would be tore</l>
                  <l>And ſplit to pieces; her with cables bound</l>
                  <l>From helme to the fore-decke.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Comfort vnſound.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Vp then a ſacrificing Prieſt aroſe,</l>
                  <l>Ag'd ſixty yeares, through doublet and through hoſe</l>
                  <l>His torne ſhirt ſeene, <stage>(call'd <hi>Adam)</hi>
                     </stage> who his ſhooes</l>
                  <l>That had no ſoles) caſt off, and 'gins to vnlooſe</l>
                  <l>His wretched habit; bidding all prepare</l>
                  <l>Themſelues to ſwim, who of their liues had care.</l>
                  <l>And ſtanding on the decke, begins to preach</l>
                  <l>Alowd to vs, and out of <hi>Gerſon</hi> teach</l>
                  <l>Five truths; what profit from Confeſſion growes,</l>
                  <l>Wiſhing we would make ready to diſpoſe</l>
                  <l>Our ſelues to life or death. Then preſent there</l>
                  <l>Was a Dominican Frier of looke auſtere,</l>
                  <l>To whom ſome few confeſt themſelues.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>But what</l>
                  <l>didſt thou mean ſpace?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>I well perceiuing, that</l>
                  <l>All things were full of tumult, ſoone confeſt</l>
                  <l>My ſelfe to God, 'gainſt whom I had tranſgreſt;</l>
                  <l>Blaming mine owne injuſtice, and commended</l>
                  <l>My ſelfe to him, whom I had moſt offended.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Hadſt thou then periſht, whither hadſt thou gon?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>That I committed vnto God alone,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="10" facs="tcp:4265:13"/>
As moſt vnwilling mine owne judge to be:</l>
                  <l>And yet a faire hope did ſtill comfort me.</l>
                  <l>Whilſt theſe things paſt, the Pilot came againe,</l>
                  <l>With his cies full of teares, and ſaith, In vaine</l>
                  <l>We ſtriue 'gainſt heav'n: each man himſelfe prepare;</l>
                  <l>The ſhaken ſhip in which diſtreſt we are</l>
                  <l>Cannot the fourth part of an houre well laſt,</l>
                  <l>At ſundry leaks the water poures ſo faſt.</l>
                  <l>Soone after he brings newes he did deſcry</l>
                  <l>A Chappell afar off: bids vs apply</l>
                  <l>Our pray'rs, the ſmall ſpace that the ſhip ſtill floated,</l>
                  <l>Vnto that Saint to whom it was deuoted:</l>
                  <l>When ſuddenly moſt part are groueling throwne,</l>
                  <l>Deuoutly praying to the Saint vnknowne.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Had they but nam'd him, he would ſure haue heard</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>But that they knew not. Then the Pilot ſteard</l>
                  <l>His torne ſhip that way, ready now to ſinke,</l>
                  <l>(Such quantitie of water forc't to drinke)</l>
                  <l>And ſplit ſhe had in pieces in that weather,</l>
                  <l>Had not the cables bound her faſt together.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>'Twas an hard caſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>It drawing now towards even,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the ſudden we ſo far were driven</l>
                  <l>Towards the coaſt, that vs th' inhabitants ſpy'de,</l>
                  <l>And ſeeing our extremes, call'd out and cry'de;</l>
                  <l>And with their hats vpon their ſtaues end, ſtand</l>
                  <l>Pointing to vs the ſafeſt place to land:</l>
                  <l>Then with their armes ſtretcht out, ſeeme to deplore</l>
                  <l>Our wretched caſe, diſtreſt ſo neare the ſhore.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>I long to know what happen'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Our Barke now</l>
                  <l>Had tooke in ſo much water, that I vow</l>
                  <l>There hardly any diffrence could be knowne,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe the ſhip and ſea appear'd all one.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>To th' holy Anchor it was time to flye.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet ſmall comfort, ſeeing death ſo nye.</l>
                  <l>
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The Sailers hoiſe the boat, and let it downe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>to the Sea: then there's a tumult growne,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ho ſhould preſſe ſooneſt in. Some gan t' exclaime,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>rying, Why throng you thus? Be rul'd for ſhame;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he Boat's but ſmall, and were you not thus rude,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ncapable of ſuch a multitude.</l>
                  <l>They bid them ſearch, and what came neereſt, get</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o ſaue themſelues. When now there was no let,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut ev'ry one, that which came next him ſnatches:</l>
                  <l>One lights vpon a piece of the torne hatches:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n empty barrell he: another takes</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> planke: that man a pole: and none but makes</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ome ſhift or other: ſo themſelues commit</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nto the ſea.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>You haue not told me yet,</l>
                  <l>What of the woman and the childe became,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he only that was heard not to exclaime.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>She got to ſhore firſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Tell me how that paſt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Her to a crooked planke we ty'de ſo faſt,</l>
                  <l>That hardly ſhe could ſlide thence: in whoſe hand</l>
                  <l>We put a boord (ſuch as ſhe might command)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n ſtead of a ſmall oare: then hauing prayd</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or her ſucceſſe, as ſhe was thereon layd,</l>
                  <l>Expos'd her to the waues, and with a ſpeare,</l>
                  <l>Thruſt her from off the ſhip, which now was neare</l>
                  <l>Hid in the ſea, her infant ſhe beſtow'd</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n her left arme, and with her right hand row'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>A ſtout Virago.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>When nought elſe remain'd,</l>
                  <l>One ſnatcheth an old Image, blur'd and ſtain'd,</l>
                  <l>Part of it eat with rats, which once preſented</l>
                  <l>The mother Virgin: and with that contented,</l>
                  <l>Begins to ſwim.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>But came the boat to ſhore?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>They were the firſt that periſht, none before;</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="12" facs="tcp:4265:14"/>
For thirty had therein together got.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>By what ill chance was that?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>'Twas their hard lot;</l>
                  <l>For e're they from the ſhip themſelues could free,</l>
                  <l>The weake boat ſplit, and ſunke immediatly.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>A ſad diſaſter: But what then?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>I cheriſht</l>
                  <l>Others, and had my ſelfe like to haue periſht.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>As how?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>I ſtayd till nothing did appeare</l>
                  <l>Helpfull to ſwim.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Corke had been vſefull there.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>I tell thee Friend, iuſt at that inſtant ſpace</l>
                  <l>I'de rather had a Corke tree to embrace,</l>
                  <l>Than a rich golden Candleſticke. About</l>
                  <l>Looking, to ſpy what beſt I could finde out,</l>
                  <l>I ſoone bethought me of the poore remaine</l>
                  <l>Of the ſplit Maſt, at which I tugg'd in vaine;</l>
                  <l>And therefore call'd an helper. We combine</l>
                  <l>Our double ſtrength, and both to it incline,</l>
                  <l>Truſting our ſelues to ſea; and in that fright</l>
                  <l>He by the left part holds: I take the right.</l>
                  <l>Thus by the billowes toſt, the Predicant, whom</l>
                  <l>I nam'd before, iuſt at our backs did come,</l>
                  <l>And threw himſelfe vpon vs: like an hulke</l>
                  <l>To us he ſeem'd, being of a mighty bulke.</l>
                  <l>Wherewith much troubled, both aloud 'gan call,</l>
                  <l>Who is that third who meanes to drowne vs all?</l>
                  <l>He gently vs beſpake, and bad vs bee</l>
                  <l>Of comfort, there was roome enough for three.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>But wherefore did he leaue the ſhip ſo late?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>He purpos'd in the boat to try his fate</l>
                  <l>With the Dominican Frier; the reſt to grace</l>
                  <l>Their Orders, willing to afford them place.</l>
                  <l>But though they both were in the ſhip confeſt,</l>
                  <l>Belike forgetting ſome word 'mongſt the reſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="13" facs="tcp:4265:14"/>
They fell to it againe, and ſomewhat s'ed</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aying ones hand vpon the others head:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eane time the boat ſunke, by the waues controld:</l>
                  <l>For ſo much, after, to me <hi>Adam</hi> told.)</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>But what of the Dominican became?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e, firſt invoking ſundry Saints by name.</l>
                  <l>So <hi>Adam</hi> ſaid) did ſtrip himſelfe to th' skin;</l>
                  <l>And hauing left his cloathes behinde, leapt in.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>What Saints did he invoke?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e named (thick,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s faſt as he could ſpeake) S. <hi>Dominick,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aint <hi>Thomas,</hi> and Saint <hi>Vincent,</hi> and one <hi>Peter,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>I know not which) but one ſhe-Saint, with ſweeter</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd fairer words hee'ntreated; and her name,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>atherine Senenſis,</hi> ſhe, it ſeem'd, the ſame</l>
                  <l>To whom he truſted moſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>I, but Chriſts aid</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>mplor'd he not at all?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>So the Prieſt ſaid.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>Me thinks he better might haue far'd that day,</l>
                  <l>Had he not caſt his holy hood away.</l>
                  <l>For being naked like another man,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ow could the Saint know the Dominican?</l>
                  <l>Touching thy ſelfe proceed.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Whilſt we were toſt</l>
                  <l>Neere to the barke, ſtill fearing to be loſt,</l>
                  <l>Part of the ſterne then floating, burſt his thigh,</l>
                  <l>Who held the left part of the maſt, whilſt I</l>
                  <l>Made good the right: who ſoone his hold lets ſlip,</l>
                  <l>And ſo was drown'd. Into whoſe place doth skip</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Adam</hi> the Prieſt, repeating a ſhort prayer</l>
                  <l>That his ſoule (then departing) well might fare;</l>
                  <l>Exhorting me to be of courage bold,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>tretch out my legs, and with my hands keepe hold:</l>
                  <l>Mean time we drunke much brine out of the Ocean,</l>
                  <l>Twas not a ſalt bath only, but ſalt potion.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="14" facs="tcp:4265:15"/>
(So <hi>Neptune</hi> then would haue it) for which he</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>(Adam</hi> I meane) would ſhew a remedie.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>And what was that?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Still as he ſpy'de the waue</l>
                  <l>To come vpon vs, he himſelfe to ſaue,</l>
                  <l>Oppos'd it with the hinde part of his head,</l>
                  <l>Keeping his mouth faſt ſhut.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>I neuer read</l>
                  <l>Of a more ſtout old fellow.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Floating long,</l>
                  <l>And mouing ſomewhat onward, he bee'ng ſtrong,</l>
                  <l>And wondrous tall, ſaith to me, Be of cheare,</l>
                  <l>For by my foot I finde the ground is neare.</l>
                  <l>But I that time more timerous and afraid,</l>
                  <l>(Hoping no ſuch good fortune) to him ſaid,</l>
                  <l>Moſt certaine we are farther from the ſhore,</l>
                  <l>Than to hope land. He now incourag'd more,</l>
                  <l>Saith to me, With my foot I touch the ſand.</l>
                  <l>Perhaps, ſaid I, ſome cheſt driv'n neere the land,</l>
                  <l>Wrought thither by the ſea. He affirmes No,</l>
                  <l>And ſaith, the ground he toucheth with his to.</l>
                  <l>We ſtill were toſt, and he againe feeles ſhore:</l>
                  <l>Do what thou wilt <stage>(then ſaid)</stage> for here no more</l>
                  <l>I'le truſt my ſelfe, but towards land make haſt;</l>
                  <l>So farewell, for I'le leaue thee to thy maſt.</l>
                  <l>Then watching when the waue began to breake,</l>
                  <l>With ſpeed purſues it, and no more would ſpeake:</l>
                  <l>But as the billow (ſhrinking backe) he ſees,</l>
                  <l>With either hand embracing both his knees,</l>
                  <l>He waits for it, drencht ouer head and eares,</l>
                  <l>(As Ducks or ſea-Birds) and againe appeares</l>
                  <l>When the waue's paſt, and runnes. Finding his fate</l>
                  <l>So well ſucceed, I thought to imitate</l>
                  <l>Him in his courſe: There ſtood vpon the ſands</l>
                  <l>Some people with long javelins in their hands,</l>
                  <l>Men ſtrong and vs'd to ſtormes; theſe reacht their ſta<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="15" facs="tcp:4265:15"/>
To ev'ry faint hand that their ſuccor craues.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ho catching hold, ſome by that means they drew</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>fe to the ſhore.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>How many of that Crew?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Seven only, of which, two brought to the fire,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut feeling warmth, did inſtantly expire.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>How many were i'th ſhip?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Iuſt fifty eight.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>O cruell ſea, to ruine ſuch a freight.</l>
                  <l>I might with the tenths at moſt haue been ſuffis'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>rieſts aske no more when they are beſt advis'd.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut of ſo great a number did ſo few</l>
                  <l>Eſcape the Wracke?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>I ſpeake it who beſt knew:</l>
                  <l>And there we found a remarkt approbation</l>
                  <l>Of a moſt generous and indulgent Nation;</l>
                  <l>Who with alacritie and much cheare gaue</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>arbor, meat, drinke, with all things we could craue.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>What country?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Holland.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>None I take to bee</l>
                  <l>More generous, fuller of humanitie,</l>
                  <l>Though girt with barbarous countries. But I feare</l>
                  <l>Thou'lt not to ſea in haſte.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Adol.</speaker>
                  <l>Troth not this yeare,</l>
                  <l>No nor the next: I'le be no more ſuch pray,</l>
                  <l>Vnleſſe (quite mad) Heav'n take my wits away.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Anth.</speaker>
                  <l>For ſuch diſcourſes I ſo little loue them,</l>
                  <l>That I had rather heare them far, than proue them.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="2" type="dialogue">
            <div type="argument">
               <pb n="16" facs="tcp:4265:16"/>
               <head>The Argument to <hi>Eraſmus</hi> his Dia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>logue, entituled PROCVS <hi>&amp;</hi> PVELLA.</head>
               <l>ERASMVS <hi>in this Colloquie</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Expreſſeth what pure modeſtie</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>There ought to be 'twixt</hi> Man <hi>and</hi> Maid,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>When there's a firme foundation laid</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Of their affections. His intent</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Was, how to leaue a preſident,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>All wanton</hi> Toyes <hi>to intercept,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>That chaſt</hi> Vowes <hi>might be made and kept.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>As well the</hi> Prince <hi>as</hi> Peaſant <hi>hence</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>May take aduice of conſequence.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>It ſhowes how true</hi> Loue <hi>ſhould be plac't,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Forbidding</hi> Marriage <hi>made in haſt:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And that the Choice is not confin'd</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Vnto the</hi> Body, <hi>but the</hi> Minde.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>His Project further doth imply</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>The honour of the</hi> Nuptiall <hi>Ty,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Which is not lawfull to proceed</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Before the Parents firſt agreed.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Of the ſincere alternate life</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Which ought to be 'twixt</hi> Man <hi>and</hi> Wife.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Next, how their</hi> Children <hi>ſhould be bred,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>As both by good Example led,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And Precept taught. What ioy, what care</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>The Good and Bad to</hi> Parents <hi>are.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Wedlocke <hi>with</hi> Single life <hi>compar'd,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>I, and preferr'd in ſome regard.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="17" facs="tcp:4265:16"/>
                  <hi>That in the choice of any</hi> Bride</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>'T is</hi> Reaſon <hi>ought to be the Guide,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And not</hi> Affection. <hi>Here's commixt</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Sport, with Philoſophie: betwixt,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Various diſcourſe. The matter's ground</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Worthy an Author ſo renown'd.</hi>
               </l>
               <stage>The Speakers, PAMPHILVS and MARY.</stage>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE.<ptr target="#S13358.NOTE1"/>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>HAile to thee, ô thou Cruel, who canſt vant</l>
                  <l>Of nothing elſe ſaue iron and Adamant.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Haile to thee too (at length) ô <hi>Pam<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>philus,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ow, and as oft as thou ſhalt pleaſe: but thus</l>
                  <l>Therfore You ſhould ſalute me, know I not,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eemes to me my name you haue forgot.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>ria</hi> I am call'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Hadſt thou thy right,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ou <hi>Martia</hi> hadſt been nam'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>I cannot fight,</l>
                  <l>Or know I what <hi>Mars</hi> meanes: Pray wherefore then</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ke you me with that murtherer of men?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Becauſe I hold thee more obdurat far,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> thirſting bloud, than is the god of War.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>kills for ſport, (but ſuch as he doth hate)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> thou thy Louers, (Cruell and ingrate.)</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Good words I pray; to make me better skil'd.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>v me the ſtrage of thoſe whom I haue kil'd?</l>
                  <l>where's the bloud?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>One Corſe liueleſſe and cold</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ou look'ſt vpon when thou doſt me behold.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="18" facs="tcp:4265:17"/>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>What do I heare? Did any euer know</l>
                  <l>A dead man (like thee) both to ſpeake and go?</l>
                  <l>Should no more terrible Ghoſts to me appeare,</l>
                  <l>Truſt me I neuer ſhould be ſtrooke with feare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pa.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou jeſt'st with me, and mean time ſtrik'ſt me dead</l>
                  <l>And by degrees I'm hourely maſſacred,</l>
                  <l>Worſe than if thou with ſteele ſhouldſt pierce my breſt</l>
                  <l>For now with lingring death I am oppreſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>How many childing women with wet eies</l>
                  <l>Were preſent to lament your obſequies?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet my paleneſſe argues (to my coſt)</l>
                  <l>I am more bloudleſſe than a walking Ghoſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet that paleneſſe hath a violets hew:</l>
                  <l>You ſo looke pale, as we in Summer view</l>
                  <l>The ripening Cherry, and your cheeke is dy'de</l>
                  <l>Like th' Autumne Grape that's purpled on one ſide.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>In ſooth you do not well to jeere and flam</l>
                  <l>Me, knowing in what wretched caſe I am.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>If thou beleev'ſt me not, there's a glaſſe by,</l>
                  <l>Reach it, and that will ſpeake as much as I.</l>
                  <l>No glaſſe I wiſh, no Mirror can allow,</l>
                  <l>Saue that in which I do behold me now.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>What Mirror's that you ſpeake of?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Your cleare eies.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>You'ar the ſame Sophiſter, and ſtill ſo wiſe</l>
                  <l>As you were euer: but I pray make't plaine,</l>
                  <l>How you are liueleſſe? and by me how ſlaine?</l>
                  <l>Or is't the uſe of Shadowes to take meat?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>They do (like me) but taſte not what they eat.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>What is their food?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Leekes, Mallowes, Pulſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Indeed?</l>
                  <l>But ſometimes you on Cocke and Partridge feed.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>But to my pallat are as much default</l>
                  <l>As ſhould I feed on ſallads without ſalt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>O miſerable man! yet by this light</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="19" facs="tcp:4265:17"/>
To me Y'appeare fat, freſh, and in good plight:</l>
                  <l>But can the Dead diſcourſe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Yes, they may ſpeake,</l>
                  <l>But with a voice (like me) low, faint, and weake.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet (but lately) when reuenge you vow'd</l>
                  <l>Vpon your Riuall, you ſpake ſhrill and lowd.</l>
                  <l>But tell me further, as the Shadowes talke,</l>
                  <l>Are they (like you) apparel'd? Can they walke?</l>
                  <l>Or do they ſleepe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>They do, ſuch is their fate:</l>
                  <l>Nay more than that, ſometimes ſubagitate</l>
                  <l>After their kinde.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>You triſle finely now:</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>But will you in your judgement yeeld and bow,</l>
                  <l>If it by <hi>Achillcan</hi> proofes be try'de,</l>
                  <l>That I am dead, and you the homicide?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Far be that Omen from vs: But proceed</l>
                  <l>With that your Sophiſme.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Firſt then 'tis agreed,</l>
                  <l>Death's nothing but the abſence of the Soule</l>
                  <l>From the fraile body: (none can this controule)</l>
                  <l>And that you'l grant.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Well.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>That which you agree,</l>
                  <l>You'l not recall hereafter.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>'T ſhall not bee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>You'l not deny, That ſuch as take a life</l>
                  <l>From any other, kill?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis without ſtrife.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>You'l likewiſe yeeld to that approv'd long ſince</l>
                  <l>By Authors, ſuch as no man can convince,</l>
                  <l>Namely, That from the body the ſoule moues,</l>
                  <l>And is not where it liues, but where it loues.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Therein th'advantage you of me haue got;</l>
                  <l>Pray make't more plaine, I vnderſtand it not.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>In that I'm moſt vnhappy, ſince I ſee</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="20" facs="tcp:4265:18"/>
You are not alike ſenſible with mee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Then make me ſo.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>You might with like pretence</l>
                  <l>Bid me to teach the Adamant to haue ſence.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>I am a Maid, not ſtone.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet moſt ſure,</l>
                  <l>Than th' hardeſt Adamant y'are more obdure,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Well, recollect your ſelfe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>(Though to be' admir'd)</l>
                  <l>All that with divine Raptures are inſpir'd.</l>
                  <l>'Tis ſaid, nor heare, nor ſmell, nor ſee, nor feele,</l>
                  <l>Although you wound them with tranſpiercing ſteele.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>So I haue heard.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Know you the cauſe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Not I:</l>
                  <l>Explaine it you who reade Philoſophy.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Becauſe the Soule's in heav'n, when't doth affect,</l>
                  <l>And abſent from the fleſh in that reſpect.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>What then?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>What then? thou Cruel? why this makes it plain,</l>
                  <l>Thou art the Murdreſſe: I the man new ſlain.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Where's then thy ſoule?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Why where it loues?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>But who</l>
                  <l>Hath tooke it from thee? Wherefore ſigh'ſts thou ſo?</l>
                  <l>Speake freely, and vncheckt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>One cruell, yet</l>
                  <l>She whom in death I neuer ſhall forget.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Y' are witty: But (my rare Philoſopher)</l>
                  <l>Why likewiſe take you not a ſoule from her,</l>
                  <l>Repaying like with like?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Nor thinke it ſtrange;</l>
                  <l>Nothing could proue more happy than ſuch change,</l>
                  <l>And make me more eſſentially bleſt,</l>
                  <l>Then myne in hers, if hers in myne would reſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Shall I haue leaue (as thou but late with me)</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="21" facs="tcp:4265:18"/>
That I may play the Sophiſter with thee?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>The Sophiſtreſſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Can it with probabilitie be ſed,</l>
                  <l>That the ſame body is alive and dead?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>But not at the ſame time.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>The ſoule confine,</l>
                  <l>The bodie's dead, nor canſt thou call it thine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>I grant.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Nor quickens but when 'tis in place.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Well, be it ſo.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Speake then, how ſtands the caſe?</l>
                  <l>That being where it liues, in former ſtate,</l>
                  <l>It keepes the body, whence it ſhifted late;</l>
                  <l>Or where it elſewhere liues, if it giue breath,</l>
                  <l>How can it (whilſt it liues) be taxt of death?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>In Sophiſtrie I ſee well skil'd you are,</l>
                  <l>Yet can I eaſily euade this ſnare,</l>
                  <l>The Soule which doth the liuing body ſway,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nproperly (me thinks) title you may</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> ſoule, when thoſe that do the men controule,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>re truly ſome ſmall reliques of the ſoule,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd nothing elſe. As when you take a Roſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd ſmell to it, howeuer you diſpoſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f the floure after: being gon againe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he ſent thereof will on your hand remaine,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>I ſee they onely ſhall loſt labor win,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ho ſeeke to catch an old Fox in a gin:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t there is one thing more that I demand,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd I from you would gladly vnderſtand;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>th not he act, that's ſtaind with murthers gilt?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>d ſuffer not all ſuch whoſe blouds are ſpilt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Moſt true.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>How comes it then, when as the Wooer</l>
                  <l>This caſe may be ſaid to be the doer,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> ſhe that's woo'd, the Patient (which is plaine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> ſtiffely to oppoſe it were but vaine)</l>
                  <l>that's belov'd, no ſuch intent purſuing,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="22" facs="tcp:4265:19"/>
Should not be that? he cauſe of his owne ruin.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Quite contrarie: he (we ſee daily prov'd)</l>
                  <l>Suffer, who loues: ſhe acts that is belov'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>The <hi>(a) Areopagitae</hi> (Grammar-skil'd)</l>
                  <l>In this cannot evince me.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Y'are ſelfe-will'd:</l>
                  <l>Yet ſhal <hi>(b)</hi> th' <hi>Amphictriones</hi> by Logicke doo't.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>There's one doubt, prethee anſwer me untoo't;</l>
                  <l>Whether is this your loue free, or conſtrain'd?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Moſt willingly I loue, though thus diſdain'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Since not to loue, men likewiſe haue free-will,</l>
                  <l>Who euer loues, doth aime himſelfe to kill:</l>
                  <l>And the inditement well againſt him laid,</l>
                  <l>'Twere great injuſtice to accuſe the Maid.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>She is not ſaid the Louer to haue ſlaine,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe belov'd, but not to loue againe.</l>
                  <l>For all ſuch perſons may be ſaid to ſlay,</l>
                  <l>Who can preſerue, and will not when they may.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Say a yong man vnlawfully ſhould dote</l>
                  <l>Vpon a Veſtall, from the world remote;</l>
                  <l>Or caſt his eye vpon anothers wife:</l>
                  <l>Muſt theſe lie proſtrat, to preſerve his life?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>But where this yong man his affection vowes,</l>
                  <l>The act both Law and Pietie allowes,</l>
                  <l>And yet is ſlaine. But if that murther hee</l>
                  <l>A ſinne that doth appeare ſo ſleight to thee.</l>
                  <l>I can of Witchcraft challenge thoe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>O fie!</l>
                  <l>Witchcraft? Forbid it you bleſt Pow'rs on hye:</l>
                  <l>Wouldſt thou make me a <hi>Circes?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>I divine,</l>
                  <l>Thou art worſe far, becauſe a Beare or Swine</l>
                  <l>I'de rather bee, than as thou ſeeſt me now,</l>
                  <l>Senceleſſe and without life.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Pray tell me how,</l>
                  <l>Or by what kinde of Witchcraft do I kill?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="23" facs="tcp:4265:19"/>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>By faſcination.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Is it then thy will</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> turne my noxious eies from thee?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Not ſo,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut rather let them ſtill dwell here.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Fie no.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> in myne eies there be effaſcination,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ow comes it there is no ſuch alteration</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n others I behold? Now I diuine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he witchcraft's not in mine eies, but in thine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Is't not enough, thy vow'd friend to tranſperſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut thou wilt ſtill inſult upon his herſe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>O pleaſant dead man, that can talke ſo free:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut I pray ſpeake, When ſhall thy funerall bee?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Sooner than thou do'ſt deeme, (I am afraid)</l>
                  <l>Vnleſſe thou ſuddenly afford'ſt me aid.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Can I worke ſuch a wonder?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou mayſt doo</l>
                  <l>A greater act, and with ſmall labour too,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eſtore the Dead to life.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Had I the weed</l>
                  <l>Call'd <hi>(c) Panaces.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Of Simples there's no need:</l>
                  <l>Onely repay my loue, that's void of luſt,</l>
                  <l>(Than which, what thing more eaſie, or more iuſt)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>here's nothing elſe can thee of murther cleere.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>But at what bar ſhall I be call'd to appeare?</l>
                  <l>Before the <hi>Areopagitae?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>No,</l>
                  <l>But at the bar of <hi>Venus.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Thoſe that know</l>
                  <l>That goddeſſe, ſay ſhee's placable.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>So ye'haue heard;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut there is none to be more dread and feard.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Carrieth ſhe lightning?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Not.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="24" facs="tcp:4265:20"/>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Or doth ſhe beare</l>
                  <l>A Trident?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Neither.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Doth ſhe vſe a ſpeare?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Not any: but ſhee's goddeſſe of the ſeas.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>I do not vſe to ſaile.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>But more than theſe;</l>
                  <l>She hath a Boy.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>His age can none affright.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>But hee's peruerſe, reuengefull, and of might.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>What can he do to me?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>What can he? All</l>
                  <l>The gods forbid, that you ſhould proſtrat fall</l>
                  <l>Beneath his fury: loth would I preſage</l>
                  <l>Ill vnto her, to whom my ſelfe I'engage.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>I am not ſuperſtitious, ſpeake thy minde.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>I ſhall: If thou hereafter prov'ſt vnkinde,</l>
                  <l>Or ſhalt appeare ſo peeviſh or ſo fond</l>
                  <l>To one whoſe loue with thine may correſpond:</l>
                  <l>Should ſuch a ſute to <hi>Venus</hi> be commenc'd</l>
                  <l>By her the Boy would be ſo much inſenc'd,</l>
                  <l>To aime a ſhaft in <hi>(e)</hi> Stiptick poiſon dipt,</l>
                  <l>By which thy hard breſt on the ſudden ript,</l>
                  <l>It ſhall beſot thee on ſome ſordid Swaine,</l>
                  <l>Which ſhall thy loue repay with cold diſdaine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>An horrid puniſhment thou talkſt of, I</l>
                  <l>A thouſand times had rather wiſh to die,</l>
                  <l>Than perditly to'affect one baſe and vile,</l>
                  <l>And he his heart towards me not reconcile.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Yet of a Virgin ſubiect to like fate</l>
                  <l>There hath been knowne a ſad example late.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>What place?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Aurelia.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Since how many yeares?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>How many moneths you would ſay, Still appeare</l>
                  <l>The lamentable ruine, and the fame</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="25" facs="tcp:4265:20"/>
I loud and frequent.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Speake, what was her name?</l>
                  <l>Why doſt thou pauſe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>I know her even as well</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s I do thee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Then why doſt thou not tell</l>
                  <l>What her name is?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis for the Omens ſake.</l>
                  <l>Which doth not pleaſe me: I wiſh ſhe could take</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ome other name vpon her. You may gather</l>
                  <l>What hers is, by your owne.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Who was her father?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>A man of qualitie, and one that liues</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>mongſt the Lawyers, vnto whom he giues</l>
                  <l>No common luſter.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>I am now ambitious</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o know what his name is.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Hee's cal'd <hi>Mauritius:</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>But his ſyrname?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Aglaius.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Liues her mother?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>No, but of late chang'd this life for another.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>But of what ſickneſſe dy'de ſhe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Wouldſt thou know?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f ſorrow, that her childe was ſhipwrackt ſo.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>er father too, of valour prov'd and try'de,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>id little want but of conceit had dy'de.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>How was her mother ſtyl'd, pray tell me true?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>I will: <hi>Sopbronia:</hi> one that none but knew.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut what meane all theſe queſtions? do you thinke</l>
                  <l>ſpeake a thing that's forg'd?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>It cannot ſinke</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>to my head: you rather may ſuſpect</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ur fex for that, ſince fables we affect.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t ſay, what hapned to her then?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>The Maid</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="26" facs="tcp:4265:21"/>
Was borne in honeſt place, as I then ſaid,</l>
                  <l>Of happy dower, and amiable feature:</l>
                  <l>Why ſhould I hold you long? She was a creature</l>
                  <l>Fit for a Princes bed; and ſought by one</l>
                  <l>Then euery way her equall: there was none</l>
                  <l>More meriting.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>How call'd?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>The Omen doth offend: yet thus</l>
                  <l>Receiue his name, he was calld <hi>Pamphilus:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Who though he prov'd all poſſible waies to win her,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſave diſdaine, when he found nothing in her,</l>
                  <l>Griefe waſted him away: when ſhe ſoone after</l>
                  <l>Doated vpon a Groome compos'd for laughter;</l>
                  <l>Whom you might rather call an Ape than Man.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>What is't you ſay?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>So poorely, that I can</l>
                  <l>Scarce giue thereof expreſſion.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>She ſo faire,</l>
                  <l>To dote on one deformed?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Thin his haire,</l>
                  <l>Beſides, diſorderd and vnkembd, his crowne</l>
                  <l>Picked, made ſteeple-wiſe, and ouergrowne</l>
                  <l>With ſcurfe and dandruffe; bald he was beſide,</l>
                  <l>Extremely ſquint-eyd, and his noſthrils wide</l>
                  <l>And bending vpward, with a mouth moſt ſpacious,</l>
                  <l>His teeth both gagg'd and furr'd, his tongue vngratious</l>
                  <l>Stammering at every word; a ſcabbed chin,</l>
                  <l>And eaſily ſeene, becauſe his beard was thin;</l>
                  <l>Crookt-backt, gow-bellied, bending at the knee</l>
                  <l>His legs.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Therſites</hi> thou deſcrib'ſt to me.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Nay more; They ſay he hath but one eare loſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Perhaps the tother was in war bereft.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Moſt ſure 'twas loſt in peace.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Such an affront</l>
                  <l>What's he durſt giue him?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="27" facs="tcp:4265:21"/>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Now I thinke vpon't,</l>
                  <l>was the hangman.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar</speaker>
                  <l>Notwithſtanding this,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>rhaps what in his feature is amiſſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s ſubſtance may make good.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>But hee's no better</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>an a meere Bankrupt, one that is a debter</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> his owne ſoule, and he hath pawnd it oft.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd yet ſhe that's ſo tender, ſmooth, and ſoft,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>oth with this Monſter boſome, drinke, and eat;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ay, at his churliſh hands is oft times beat.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>A wretched tale, if truly underſtood.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet ſo <note n="*" place="margin">Venus.</note> 
                     <hi>Nemeſis</hi> hath thought it good.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>oſt true it is, nor could the goddeſſe long</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>efer due vengeance for the yong mans wrong.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Than ſuch a monſter of a man to brooke,</l>
                  <l>rather wiſh here to be thunder-ſtrooke.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Then let not <hi>Nemeſis</hi> be iuſtly mov'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>rovoke her not, love where thou art belo'vd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Would that ſuffice, with all my ſoule I'de doo't.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Speake not the word, vnleſſe thou ſtand vntoo't.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> wiſh moreouer, That your love may be</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aſting, and only proper vnto me.</l>
                  <l>A wife, no miſtreſſe, I haue now in chaſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>I do not doubt it: yet in ſuch a caſe,</l>
                  <l>When as our vowes continue with our fate,</l>
                  <l>Behooues vs long time to deliberate.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>I haue long enough conſider'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Leſt you erre,</l>
                  <l>Take heed, for Love's but a bad Counſeller,</l>
                  <l>And as they ſay, hee's blinde.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Blinde love I ſcorne;</l>
                  <l>But that love ſees, which is of judgement borne.</l>
                  <l>Thou doſt not therefore ſeeme to me ſo faire,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe I loue thee; but I therefore dare</l>
                  <l>To love thee, ſince thou art as thou appear'ſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="28" facs="tcp:4265:22"/>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet beware how you eſteeme me deareſt:</l>
                  <l>When you pull on your ſhoo you beſt may tel</l>
                  <l>In what part it doth chiefely pinch you.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Well,</l>
                  <l>Dice muſt be caſt for that, I and the rather,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe by many Auguries I gather.</l>
                  <l>Things better may ſucceed.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>An Augur too?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>I am.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>But what can your ſooth-ſaying doo?</l>
                  <l>Saw you the night-Crow flie?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>'Thad been in vaine;</l>
                  <l>Shee onely flies to ſuch as haue no braine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Or did you ſee two Turtles take their flight</l>
                  <l>Either vpon the left hand or the right?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Tuſh theſe are toyes: yet one thing I haue ſeene,</l>
                  <l>And long time markt; The goodneſſe that hath beene</l>
                  <l>Deriv'd vnto you, nor doth it foretell</l>
                  <l>Any bad Omen, to be borne ſo well;</l>
                  <l>Nor forreigne vnto me were their conditions,</l>
                  <l>Or with how many wholſome admonitions</l>
                  <l>Thy education from the firſt hath bin,</l>
                  <l>With faire examples free from ſight of ſin.</l>
                  <l>"And better 'tis (the Dowrre to adorne)</l>
                  <l>"To haue one well inſtructed, than well borne.</l>
                  <l>There is another Augurie beſide:</l>
                  <l>My Anceſtors (I ſpeake it not in pride)</l>
                  <l>Are not of meaneſt ranke, and in times paſt</l>
                  <l>With thine made league, which to this day doth laſt.</l>
                  <l>And that, not vulgar, from our cradles wee</l>
                  <l>Haue knowne each other; but to diſagree</l>
                  <l>Were neuer knowne: there is a parity</l>
                  <l>In our two yeares; in the nobility,</l>
                  <l>Riches, and honour of our parents. More,</l>
                  <l>(Which in this match I ſhould haue plac'd before)</l>
                  <l>Your ſweet indowments and behauior rare</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="29" facs="tcp:4265:22"/>
Did in all points with my condition ſquare:</l>
                  <l>But whether myne with yours haue ſuted well</l>
                  <l>In correſpondence, that I cannot tell.</l>
                  <l>Theſe are the Birds which I obſerv'd to flie,</l>
                  <l>Predicting only by their Augurie.</l>
                  <l>And theſe preſage a marriage to enſue,</l>
                  <l>Happy and bleſt, nay alwaies ſeeming new.</l>
                  <l>Vnleſſe from your moſt delicate warbling throat</l>
                  <l>Should now proceed ſome harſh vnpleaſing noar</l>
                  <l>To eroſſe my hopes.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Say, What ſong do you wiſh?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>I will begin, now anſwer you to this,</l>
                  <l>Tis but two words, and they ſoone learnd; <hi>I am thine:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Now echo vnto me, and ſing, <hi>Thou myne.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis a ſhort ſong, and hath as ſhort a theme,</l>
                  <l>And yet it beares a long <hi>(f) Epiphoneme.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>What matters it how long, ſo it be ſweet.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet I ſhould be loth, as we now meet,</l>
                  <l>That I to any motion ſhould conſent,</l>
                  <l>Of which perhaps in time you may repent.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>O ceaſe to boad vs ill.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>I may grow ſtrange,</l>
                  <l>When age or ſickneſſe ſhall my beauty change.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam</speaker>
                  <l>Craz'd or in health, thou ſhalt to me be one,</l>
                  <l>Equall in both, ſo deare vnto me none.</l>
                  <l>gaze not on this building, rare and near;</l>
                  <l>The gueſt within I loue.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>What gueſt Pentreat?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Thy mind, whoſe ſplendor with thy yeres doth grow.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>He had need of more than <hi>(g) Lynceus</hi> eyes, that ſo</l>
                  <l>Can through ſo many roofes at once eſpy.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Thy minde by myne I ſee perſpicuouſly.</l>
                  <l>To adde to theſe, we in our children may,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s we wax old, grow yonger euery day.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>I, but Virginitie meane time is loſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Tell me, if you your ſelfe had layd great coſt</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="30" facs="tcp:4265:23"/>
Vpon an Orchard, you would thinke it ſin,</l>
                  <l>Should nothing elſe but bare floures grow therein:</l>
                  <l>Had you not rather (all the floures bee'ng cropt)</l>
                  <l>To ſee the trees full branches vnderpropt,</l>
                  <l>Laden with ripe fruit?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>O, you argue fine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Or anſwer me: To ſee a drooping Vine</l>
                  <l>Falne, and there putrifying where 'tis laid?</l>
                  <l>Or ſee one by her owne kinde claſpings ſtaid;</l>
                  <l>And round about ſome faire growne Elme to run,</l>
                  <l>Whilſt her full cluſters ripen 'gainſt the Sun?</l>
                  <l>Which is the goodlier ſight?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Now anſwer me:</l>
                  <l>Which of the two ſights had you rather ſee:</l>
                  <l>A milke white Roſe ſtill ſhining in its thorne:</l>
                  <l>Or cropt, and in ſome durty boſome worne,</l>
                  <l>To loſe her faire leaves?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>As I vnderſtand,</l>
                  <l>That Roſe is happier, gatherd by the hand,</l>
                  <l>And withers, after it doth both delight</l>
                  <l>The noſe with the ſweet ſmell, the eye with ſight.</l>
                  <l>Rather than that which giues no more content,</l>
                  <l>Than to the Brier forfeit both leaues and ſent.</l>
                  <l>It grew for uſe, firſt to be gathered, then</l>
                  <l>To wither after So the wine that men</l>
                  <l>At merry meetings jovially downe poure,</l>
                  <l>Is happier far, than what (vndrunke) growes ſoure.</l>
                  <l>Nor is the Virgin floure maturely growne,</l>
                  <l>Blaſted as ſoone as cropt. Some I haue knowne,</l>
                  <l>Before their marriage languiſh and looke ſickly,</l>
                  <l>Who after congreſſe haue recover'd quickly,</l>
                  <l>As if they had but then begun to ſpring.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet Virginitie (you know's a thing)</l>
                  <l>Gracious and plauſible to all.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis true,</l>
                  <l>Than a yong Virgin, nothing to the view</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="31" facs="tcp:4265:23"/>
More gratefull: but what object can there bee</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>orſe, than an old and wrinkled maid to ſee?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nleſſe thy mother had let fall her floure,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hy bloſſome had not flouriſht at this houre.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd if our future marriage (as I hope)</l>
                  <l>Do not proue barren, we ſhall then haue ſcope,</l>
                  <l>Though that Virginitie be loſt and gone,</l>
                  <l>To yeeld the world a many for that one.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet pure chaſtitie's a thing <stage>(they ſay)</stage>
                  </l>
                  <l>To God moſt gratefull.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>And I therefore pray,</l>
                  <l>Hee'l ſend me a chaſt Virgin to my wife,</l>
                  <l>With whom to leade a chaſt vnqueſtion'd life:</l>
                  <l>And by that means ſhall grow the greater Tye,</l>
                  <l>Of mindes, then bodies; ſo ſhall you and I</l>
                  <l>Get to the publique weale, to Chriſt beget,</l>
                  <l>Then how far diſtant is this wedlocke ſet</l>
                  <l>From true Virginitie: it may ſo fall,</l>
                  <l>That we in time may proue as conjugall</l>
                  <l>As <hi>Ioſeph</hi> liv'd with <hi>Mary.</hi> Meane time wee</l>
                  <l>Shall practiſe 'twixt our ſelues a chaſtitie,</l>
                  <l>To whoſe ſublimitie none can come neare,</l>
                  <l>Vpon the ſudden.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>What is this I heare?</l>
                  <l>Muſt chaſtitie be violated, and</l>
                  <l>Then after learnd?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>What elſe? (Pray vnderſtand)</l>
                  <l>As when by drinking of a leſſer draught,</l>
                  <l>We, by degrees, abſtemiouſneſſe are taught:</l>
                  <l>In this affaire with vs ſo ſtands the ſtate.</l>
                  <l>Which of the two hold you more temperate;</l>
                  <l>He at a full and furniſht table plac't,</l>
                  <l>And of no tempting delicate will taſt;</l>
                  <l>Than he, remov'd from all that might accite,</l>
                  <l>Or any way prouoke his appetite?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>I hold him of a temp'rance far more great,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="32" facs="tcp:4265:24"/>
Who, when beſet with dainties, will not eat.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>In caſe of Chaſtitie which ſtand you for?</l>
                  <l>Him that hath made himſelfe an Eunuch; or</l>
                  <l>One that is able bodied, ſtrong, and ſound,</l>
                  <l>And yet in whom there's no intemperance found?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Vpon the laſt I dare beſtow the Bayes;</l>
                  <l>On the firſt, madneſſe, and no other praiſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>All ſuch as by the ſtrictneſſe of their Vow,</l>
                  <l>No matrimoniall Contract will allow,</l>
                  <l>What do they elſe but gueld themſelues?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>You ſay't.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>It is not vertue, not to copulate.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>How is it not?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Obſerue me: If it were</l>
                  <l>A vertue in itſelfe, not to cohere;</l>
                  <l>It muſt be then a vice to haue congreſſe.</l>
                  <l>But that to be moſt lawfull we may gueſſe,</l>
                  <l>By mutuall conſocietie. Againe,</l>
                  <l>Marriage is honorable.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Make it more plaine,</l>
                  <l>Why you infer this?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Since ſo oft it falls:</l>
                  <l>As, to the louing wife the husband calls</l>
                  <l>For due benevolence; it only beeing</l>
                  <l>For iſſues ſake.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>But ſay there's diſagreeing,</l>
                  <l>When it proceeds from wantonneſſe and luſt;</l>
                  <l>Then, to deny him, is't not right and iuſt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Rather admoniſh and intreat him faire;</l>
                  <l>That you may do: howeuer, bound you are</l>
                  <l>To yeeld to him, beeing inſtant. In that ſtraine</l>
                  <l>Scarce heare I husbands of their wives complaine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>But libertie is ſweet.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Yet further heare;</l>
                  <l>Virginitie's a weighty load to beare.</l>
                  <l>But I thy King, and thou my Queen ſhalt bee;</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="33" facs="tcp:4265:24"/>
Wee'l rule and reigne in our owne family:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>an that appeare to thee a ſervitude?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>But I haue oft heard marriage, by the rude</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd Vulgar, calld an Halter that faſt ties.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>All thoſe that ſacred mariage ſo deſpiſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>re of an halter worthy. This decide:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> not thy Minde vnto thy Body ty'de?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>It ſeemes to be ſo.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Even iuſt as you ſee</l>
                  <l>Bird incage'd; whom aske to be ſet free,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e will deny't: and wherefore? Can you tell?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ecauſe her bondage doth content her well.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Our means are but indifferent.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Therefore more</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>fe. The beſt way then to encreaſe our ſtore,</l>
                  <l>your good houſwifery at home, whilſt I</l>
                  <l>broad will vſe my vtmoſt induſtry.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>But many children ſtill bring many cares.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>And many pleaſures too: I haue knowne heires,</l>
                  <l>or all the troubles and vnceſſant feares,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he coſt and charge that in their tender yeares</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hey haue put their parents to; being growne men,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aue payd them backe with double vſe agen.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>A miſerable thing it were, I vow,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o haue had children, then to loſe them.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Now,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e you not childeleſſe? But at no good rate,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> doubtfull things thus ill you ominate.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hich wiſh you rather to your lot might fall,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> borne to die, or not be borne at all?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Why of the two, borne (as I am) to die,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>So much more wretched is that Orbitie</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d deprivation, which yet never had,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> euer ſhall haue iſſue; (to make glad)</l>
                  <l>they more happy are, borne to the earth,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>an they, nor borne, nor euer to haue birth.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="34" facs="tcp:4265:25"/>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>But who are they that are not, nor ſhall be?</l>
                  <l>Nay heare me yet a little further: He</l>
                  <l>Who humane frailties ſhall refuſe to beare,</l>
                  <l>(To which even all men while they ſojourne here,</l>
                  <l>Are equally obnoxious; keepe the State,</l>
                  <l>Or be they low degreed) muſt yeeld to Fate.</l>
                  <l>But as for thee, let come what can betide;</l>
                  <l>For thou ſhalt beare but halfe, I will divide</l>
                  <l>The burthen with thee: nay, the greater ſhare</l>
                  <l>I'le caſt on myne owne ſhoulders, (in my care)</l>
                  <l>But ſo, that in each joyfull accident</l>
                  <l>Doubled ſhall be thy pleaſure in th'event.</l>
                  <l>If ought diſaſtrous; my ſocietie may</l>
                  <l>Take (of the griefe) the greateſt part away:</l>
                  <l>And for your ſelfe (did but the Fates ſo pleaſe)</l>
                  <l>I wiſh on me no greater joy might ſeaſe,</l>
                  <l>Nor would I further happineſſe deſire,</l>
                  <l>Than in thy ſweet embraces to expire.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>M.</speaker>
                  <l>That which by Natures common courſe doth chance</l>
                  <l>You men diſgeſt with eaſieſt countenance.</l>
                  <l>But I ſee with ſome parents how it fares,</l>
                  <l>In whom their childrens manners breed more cares,</l>
                  <l>Than can their deaths.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>But pleaſe you be content,</l>
                  <l>It lies in vs that danger to prevent.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>As how?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>I'le make it plaine; becauſe we ſee</l>
                  <l>Neuer bad Fruit proceed from a good Tree,</l>
                  <l>As touching the condition, Nor is 't read,</l>
                  <l>That ravenous Kytes of gentle Doves are bred.</l>
                  <l>Let vs firſt ſtudy goodneſſe; then provide,</l>
                  <l>That from the milke we may their youth ſo guide,</l>
                  <l>By holy precepts and good admonitions,</l>
                  <l>That we may rectifie their bad conditions:</l>
                  <l>'Tis of great conſequence, what is infus'd</l>
                  <l>Into a Veſſell when it firſt is vs'd.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="35" facs="tcp:4265:25"/>
A<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>de to the reſt, in our domeſticke ſtate,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>xamples, ſuch as they may imitate.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis hard you ſpeake.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>No wonder, becauſe faire;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>d that's ſome reaſon why ſo hard you are,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t the more difficult it ſeemes to be,</l>
                  <l>will aske from vs the greater induſtry.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Me of a pliant mettall you ſhall finde;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> then you caſt and ſhape me to your minde.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Pronounce three words in th' interim.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>'Twere ſmall paine;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> words once paſt, fly neuer backe againe.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> giue you counſell, and conſider of it,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hich may no doubt redownd to both our profit.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ic to you our parents to this match,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ey once agreed, we would make quicke diſpatch.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>You would haue me, the buſh to beat about,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>en in three words you may reſolue this doubt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Whether I can, is yet to me vnknowne,</l>
                  <l>cauſe I am my parents, not myne owne:</l>
                  <l>other did Contracts in times paſt proceed,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eſſe by th' Elders they were firſt agreed.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> howſoever, I preſume, 'twixt us</l>
                  <l>is match will proue the more auſpitious,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e caſuall too, to both, and much more ſweet.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y our parents free conſents we meet.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> move them in't, your office 'tis, you know,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>uſe in me it comely would not ſhow:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ginitie loves to be forc't; maids ſtill,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t they giue freely, grant againſt their will.</l>
                  <l>Before I moue them, ſhall I thus indent;</l>
                  <l>I preſume I haue your free conſent?</l>
                  <l>Thou haſt, my <hi>Pamphilus,</hi> then be of cheare.</l>
                  <l>Y'are now to me religiouſly deare.</l>
                  <l>But your owne voice I'de wiſh you ſtil ſuſpend,</l>
                  <l>e're begin, conſider firſt the end.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="36" facs="tcp:4265:26"/>
Do not <hi>Affection</hi> vnto Counſell call,</l>
                  <l>But ſummon <hi>Reaſon,</hi> which ſhould governe all:</l>
                  <l>For what <hi>Affection</hi> ſwayes is apt to vary,</l>
                  <l>And is (indeed) no more than temporarie:</l>
                  <l>But that which <hi>Reaſon</hi> dictates, be thou ſure,</l>
                  <l>Is permanent, and euer ſhall endure.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>How ſweetly play you the Philoſopher?</l>
                  <l>And I ſhall no way from your counſels err.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>It ſhall not much repent you. But againe,</l>
                  <l>There is one doubt that much diſtracts my braine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Now let all ſcruples vaniſh.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Is't your will</l>
                  <l>I marry to a dead man?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>I live ſtill,</l>
                  <l>Reviv'd by you.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>The ſcruple is remov'd;</l>
                  <l>And now at length, farewell my beſt Belov'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Be that your care.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>I wiſh you a glad night.</l>
                  <l>Whence came that deepe ſuſpire?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>From no affright.</l>
                  <l>A glad night did you ſay? Now as I live,</l>
                  <l>What you laſt wiſht, would you had will to giue.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>It is not fit that too much haſte be made,</l>
                  <l>For yet you ſee your harveſt's in the blade.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Shall I beare nothing from you?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>This ſweet-Ball,</l>
                  <l>Take it to cheare your heart.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>A kiſſe withall.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>By no meanes, ſince to bring thee, I deſire,</l>
                  <l>A chaſtitie vnblemiſht and intire.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Can that detract from modeſtie?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>Deſiſt:</l>
                  <l>Or would you I by others ſhould be kiſt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Reſerue them then, as theſe you ſolely owe</l>
                  <l>To me and to my uſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="37" facs="tcp:4265:26"/>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>I'le keepe them ſo:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>et I could tell you of another cauſe</l>
                  <l>Wherefore I dare not kiſſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pam.</speaker>
                  <l>Speake't without pauſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mar.</speaker>
                  <l>You ſay, your whole ſoule, or the greater part</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> fled into my body; and your heart</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>mpty'd of vitall heate, (or little there</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>emaining ſtill) it therefore is my feare,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eſt by a kiſſe, the little which is left,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>drawing, you be quite of life bereft.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut take this hand, ſymbole of that affection</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hich mutually confirmes our free election.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o once againe farewell: be for my ſake</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>arefull (I intreat) in that you undertake.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ean time I'le pray, what yet remaines vndone,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ay in a faire and proſp'rous courſe be run.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="3" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="38" facs="tcp:4265:27"/>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument of the Dialogue betwixt EARTH and AGE.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>IN</hi> EARTH <hi>and</hi> AGE <hi>is to the life expreſt,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>How bad all Men are, when they are at beſt:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>How fraile, how fading, and in their greet'ſt glory</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Unſettled, wretched, vaine, and tranſitory.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>It ſhewes all Learning, Beauty, Youth, and Strength,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>All Pompe, all Wealth to nothing comes at length:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>No Statue, Structure. Trophee, ſo ſublime,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Which is not quite loſt and defac't by Time.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>O who can then our common</hi> 
                  <note n="*" place="margin">EAR<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </note> 
                  <hi>I arent blame,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Since all things ſhe produceth that haue name,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>As they haue birth from her ſtill-teeming wombe,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>So the ſame place is likewiſe made their tombe.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>No wonder then her griefe ſo far exceeds,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Since ſhe is forc't to bury all ſhe breeds.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGUE. <ptr target="#S13368.NOTE2"/>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>WHat's he ſo many tongues can m<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> low,</l>
                  <l>As he had eies who watch:</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>(a) Pharian</hi> Cow?</l>
                  <l>So many mouthes to me who's he can give,</l>
                  <l>As Fame reports the <hi>(b) Sybels</hi> yeares did live?</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="39" facs="tcp:4265:27"/>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ad I as many words my thoughts to expreſſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s (by th' <hi>(c) Aſcraean</hi> Poet) we may gueſſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he antient gods liv'd dayes? Had I beſide,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s many braſen throats open and wide,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s <hi>Xerxes</hi> ſhot darts, (after fight begun)</l>
                  <l>Whoſe number from the earth ſhadow'd the Sun?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o many rivulets of teares what's hee</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>an to myne eyes infuſe, as was by thee</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>rus</hi> (if we may truſt antiquity)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>et into Ganges drops, thereby to breed</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ry waſte vnto that <hi>(d)</hi> Channell drown'd his ſteed?</l>
                  <l>Who can my clamorous words ſupply with ſorrow?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o many deepe ſuſpires where ſhall I borrow;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s Valiant Roman Spirits (ſcorning to yeeld)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ell in one fatall day at <hi>(e) Canna's</hi> field?</l>
                  <l>O my great griefe, which in the height appeares,</l>
                  <l>Not to be calm'd with words, nor waſht with teares.</l>
                  <l>When <hi>(f) Phaeton</hi> fell from the <hi>Sunnes</hi> bright throne,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ow did his mournfull ſiſters him bemoane?</l>
                  <l>Who from their rough rindes where they be inclos'd,</l>
                  <l>Weepe pretious Amber ſtill. <hi>Phoebus,</hi> oppos'd</l>
                  <l>Gainſt <hi>(g) Niobe,</hi> (her children hauing ſlaine)</l>
                  <l>O how ſhe ſtill in marble doth complaine?</l>
                  <l>What ſorrow, muſicall <hi>Orpheus,</hi> didſt thou feele,</l>
                  <l>When thy <hi>Euridice,</hi> ſtung in the heele,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd dying, borne vnto th' infernall ſhade,</l>
                  <l>Thou with thy harp through hell free paſſage made?</l>
                  <l>What more than madneſſe did corrode thy breſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Andromache?</hi> when <hi>(Hector</hi> layd to reſt)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hou ſaw'ſt thy <hi>(i)</hi> ſonne, the hope of Troy and thee,</l>
                  <l>Dropt from a tower: what ſorrow might this bee?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>'n ſuch was thine, <hi>(k) Aegaeus,</hi> to behold</l>
                  <l>Thy ſonnes blacke ſailes returning: which ſo cold</l>
                  <l>crook to thy heart, thou thinking <hi>Theſeus</hi> ſlaine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eapt from a rocke, and gav'ſt the ſea thy name.</l>
                  <l>The torment of a mighty paſſion thou</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="40" facs="tcp:4265:28"/>
                     <hi>(l) Iocaſta</hi> felt, to ſee thy two ſonnes vow</l>
                  <l>Their mutuall ruines by revengefull Armes?</l>
                  <l>Sad <hi>(m) Daedalus,</hi> what pittifull alarmes</l>
                  <l>Were in thy breſt giv'n, to behold from hye,</l>
                  <l>Thy ſonne with his feint wings drop from the skie?</l>
                  <l>There to be food for fiſhes, and to adde</l>
                  <l>A name vnto that ſea, it neuer had?</l>
                  <l>Or ſhould I ſpeake how much <hi>(n) Progne</hi> lamented</l>
                  <l>Her husbands ſpowſe-breach? or how diſcontented</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>(o) Anthonoë</hi> was after <hi>Actaeon</hi> torne?</l>
                  <l>Or of <hi>(p) Antigone,</hi> ſad and forlorne,</l>
                  <l>Leading blinde <hi>Oedipus</hi> o're rocks along?</l>
                  <l>Within the compaſſe of my paſſionate ſong</l>
                  <l>Bring all the torments of the former age,</l>
                  <l>Gyves, Manacles, and Fetters, all that Rage</l>
                  <l>Or Fury can inflict; want, hunger, thirſt,</l>
                  <l>Whip, poſt, or priſon, labor, or what's worſt,</l>
                  <l>The melancholy dungeon, gallows, racke,</l>
                  <l>The forke or ſtake, what on the homicides backe</l>
                  <l>Law can impoſe, the Traitor or the Theefe;</l>
                  <l>All theſe are toyes, if rated at my griefe.</l>
                  <l>By ſtings of Serpents, or their teeth, to die;</l>
                  <l>Rough winter guſts, where <hi>Boreas</hi> blowes moſt hye:</l>
                  <l>A thouſand wounds were nothing to endure,</l>
                  <l>Or mounted on a gybbet, there chain'd ſure,</l>
                  <l>And liue to gorge the Ravens, or to bleed</l>
                  <l>Beneath the Lyons jawes; after to feed</l>
                  <l>Her whe<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ps, were nothing.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>Of the gods high ſtraine.</l>
                  <l>What, or whence are you, that ſo loud exclaime?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>EARTH, Parent of all things.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>Why weepe you?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Why?</l>
                  <l>Haue I not juſt cauſe? (who ſo great as I?</l>
                  <l>Be<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ng a Mother) in this wretched ſtate,</l>
                  <l>To ſee my Sons hourely ſnatcht hence by Fate,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="41" facs="tcp:4265:28"/>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>You haue iuſt cauſe to doo't.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>I pray what leſſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>rceiue you in the vntam'd Lioneſſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hen ſhe but one whelp miſſeth from her den?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>She mournes.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>What of the ravenous Tygre then,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> loſe her yong ſhe tender'd with ſuch care?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>She grieves and raves.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>How doth the poore Hen fare,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ocking amidſt her brood, when in her ſight</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he Chicken is ſnatcht from her by the Kite?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>She ſorrowes.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>What doth the fleece-bearing Dam,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hen 'fore her face the Wolfe deuours her Lamb?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>Laments.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Doth not the Cow with bellowing teare</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he aire, to finde her Calfe ſpoyld by the Beare?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>Alas ſhe lowes.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>What doth the Sow, to ſpy</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut any of her Pigs ſtolne from her ſtie?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>She calls loud after.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>O then what ſhould I?</l>
                  <l>whatſoever I produce or cheriſh,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ocreate or beare, I ſee before me periſh?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t not wondrous, Forreſts ſhould at length</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e putrifaction, rot, and loſe their ſtrength?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e ſhadowie tree Time of her beauty 'reaves,</l>
                  <l>ſpoiling her both of her fruit and leaves.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis wondrous I confeſſe, but ſo 't muſt bee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>What is it then, that I behold and ſee</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e brazen ſtatues of the gods decay,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e monuments of Princes turne to clay;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ghty <hi>(q) Coloſſi,</hi> Temples deckt with Vaines,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ported with rich Columnes (by the braines</l>
                  <l>the beſt Architects) made wide and large,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>th ſpacious arches, ſacred, in the charge</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="42" facs="tcp:4265:29"/>
Of many a golden Relique: theſe to fall,</l>
                  <l>And in a few ſhort ſeaſons periſh all.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>So it hath pleas'd the gods.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>The gods are then</l>
                  <l>Too cruell and auſtere to vs and men;</l>
                  <l>Since whatſoeuer the Earths fertile wombe</l>
                  <l>Brings forth to aire, and in the world to have roome;</l>
                  <l>Whatever in her boſome ſhe hath ta'ne</l>
                  <l>To feed and foſter: what doth now remaine,</l>
                  <l>Or ſhall hereafter be? That all theſe muſt</l>
                  <l>Needs be involv'd in rottenneſſe and duſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis fit.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>O anguiſh never to abate,</l>
                  <l>Or have ceſſation!</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>So the gods will ha't.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Then, as I ſaid before, th'are too ſevere,</l>
                  <l>And mercileſly in this kinde auſtere.</l>
                  <l>Is't not enough ſtrong walls are beaten downe,</l>
                  <l>And lofty turrets level'd with the ground;</l>
                  <l>Cities are ſackt, to ruine made a pray,</l>
                  <l>The famous ſtatues of the gods decay;</l>
                  <l>That ruſt the iron doth conſume and waſte,</l>
                  <l>And pleaſant Orchards of corruption taſte;</l>
                  <l>But Man muſt periſh too, and cannot ſhun</l>
                  <l>Times fearefull havocke, but to ruine run?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>The Fates ſo will.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>What pitty can there be</l>
                  <l>Aſcrib'd to any pow'rfull deity?</l>
                  <l>But what art thou? What goddeſſe? or how ſtyl'd?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>AGE I am call'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Hence falſe Virage, vyld</l>
                  <l>Infernall Fury; for 'tis thou alone</l>
                  <l>Bringſt all my Iſſue to confuſion:</l>
                  <l>Swift feather-footed TIME and ravenous AGE</l>
                  <l>Devour all things in their remorſeleſſe rage.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>What's ſublunarie, Fate will haue to fall.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="43" facs="tcp:4265:29"/>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Say Tyranneſſe, thou AGE, conſuming all,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>here be thoſe high <hi>Pyramides</hi> ſo fam'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> which the barbarous <hi>(r) Memphis</hi> firſt was nam'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ar'd by ſo many workmens ſweat and toile?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>As all things elſe, even theſe have ſuffer'd ſpoile.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Where's Pharos Iſle? the Sepulchre renownd</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f King <hi>(ſ) Mauſolus?</hi> where's the Image crownd</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f chaſt <hi>(t) Diana?</hi> Strumpet tell me.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>Gone.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Where's the <hi>(u) Tarpeian</hi> Maſſe, a ſtructure none</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ore famous? where's the hundred gated Towne</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>alld <hi>Thebes?</hi> or ſtrong immur'd <hi>Babylon?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Where's populous <hi>Ninive?</hi> what's <hi>Romes</hi> ſublime</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aſt Theatre by <hi>Caeſar</hi> built? by TIME</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>onfounded all; where's the Coloſſe of <hi>Rhods?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>Their ruins all were foreſeen by the gods.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>What's <hi>Troy?</hi> old <hi>Sparta?</hi> or <hi>Corinthus</hi> hye?</l>
                  <l>What's <hi>Solomons</hi> Temple, Harlot?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>All theſe lye</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n darke oblivion buried; and in vaine</l>
                  <l>You fret, chide, wrangle, and perplex your braine,</l>
                  <l>Deare Mother EARTH; weepe riuers from thine eies,</l>
                  <l>With clamors cleave thy jawes, make thy lungs riſe</l>
                  <l>Conſume thy marrow, breake thy backe, and teare</l>
                  <l>Thy intrals out; the Fates are ſo ſevere,</l>
                  <l>Thou canſt not breake their order, their ſtrict lawes</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nviolate are, and will admit no clauſe:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or them the mightieſt Kings cannot oppoſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he Souldiers ſhield hath no defence 'gainſt thoſe;</l>
                  <l>The rich mans purſe, the learning of the Wiſe,</l>
                  <l>No nor the Poets Verſe (let that ſuffice.)</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>If then with ſuch ferocitie they bee</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o deeply incenſt; and that the gods agree</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n ſuch inclemencie: adviſe me how</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> ſhall demeane me?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>You of force muſt bow</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="44" facs="tcp:4265:30"/>
To their eternall doome, though you complaine,</l>
                  <l>Grieve, ſorrow, and lament, all is but vaine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>I will not therefore.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>Your beſt is to adviſe</l>
                  <l>Man to leave th'earth, and looke vp to the skies:</l>
                  <l>To put no confidence in Mundane <hi>Glory,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Which (like himſelfe) is meerly tranſitory.</l>
                  <l>Not to grow proud of Beauty, Wiſdome, Wealth,</l>
                  <l>Nor of his Strength, ſince Age by ſilent ſtealth</l>
                  <l>Will rifle him of all. To him relate,</l>
                  <l>Of far fam'd men the moſt vnhappy ſtate.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Your conſolable words have given reliefe</l>
                  <l>To my ſuſpence, and now exil'd all griefe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Age.</speaker>
                  <l>That's all.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>I will obey. Man, anſwer me.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Man.</speaker>
                  <l>Who's that?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Thy Mother.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Man.</speaker>
                  <l>Mine? It cannot be.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Thy mother <hi>Earth.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Man.</speaker>
                  <l>Deare mother then All haile;</l>
                  <l>What ſeeke you?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>I lament.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Man.</speaker>
                  <l>Can teares prevaile?</l>
                  <l>Deare Parent ceaſe to grieve: lies it in mee</l>
                  <l>To give leaſt eaſe to your calamity?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>No, Sonne.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Man.</speaker>
                  <l>Why mourne you?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Have not all things birth</l>
                  <l>From me thy wretched and ſad mother <hi>Earth?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Man.</speaker>
                  <l>I know it well.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Doſt thou not ſee how I</l>
                  <l>Give to the woods production as they lie?</l>
                  <l>Sap to the Trees, Increaſe vnto the Graine;</l>
                  <l>Hug in my fertile boſome ſtones? Againe,</l>
                  <l>Afford the Vine Grapes, and the tough Oke Maſt;</l>
                  <l>Food to the Fiſh, and to the Birds repaſt:</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="45" facs="tcp:4265:30"/>
'Tis I that to th' embroider'd medowes yeeld</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y, to the Gardens Floures, Graſſe to the Field:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>d laſt, as to the beſt of all my brood,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>th unto Man; and after bearing food.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Man.</speaker>
                  <l>I do confeſſe it, Mother.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>I much lament,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>are Childe, and from hence growes my diſcontent,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>at hauing ſuch a fertile wombe, ſo free,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>d ever-teeming; only that by mee</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> many ſhapes and bodies hourely grow,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="3 letters">
                        <desc>•••</desc>
                     </gap>firme in ſubſtance, and ſo faire in ſhow,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat nothing can her ravenous throat aſſwage,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t all muſt die and be conſum'd by Age:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e ruines Forreſts, the hard marble weares,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ets iron, waſts Palaces, ſtrong bulwarks teares,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ciles Camps, doth Citadels demoliſh quite;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>en the gods ſacred ſtatues takes from ſight.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e not high conſecrated Temples ſpares,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t that which teares and torments to my cares</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ll addes, That Man ſhe ruthleſly deuoures,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd makes him periſh at vncertaine houres:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>herefore beware, my ſweeteſt Childe, take heed,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ſt tympanous pride within thy boſome breed,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f this beware, my ſonne.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Man.</speaker>
                  <l>Mother I ſhall.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Then firſt, leſt warlike glory thee aſſaile,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd make thee to forget thou art but Duſt;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eare vnto what the god-like Heroes truſt,</l>
                  <l>Whom Age hath worne out of all memorie.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ector.</speaker>
                  <l>Leſt any in his potencie rely,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>r in his militarie armes take pride,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>r powerfull skill in <hi>(w)</hi> Geticke weapons tryde,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>et him conſider me, puiſſant indeed,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ector the ſtrongeſt of all <hi>Priams</hi> Seed,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>otent in battell, and whilſt I did ſtand,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>um was ſafe, ſecur'd by ſea and land:</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="46" facs="tcp:4265:31"/>
(In borrow'd armes) 'twas I <hi>Patroclus</hi> ſlew;</l>
                  <l>Before me, Legions of the Grecians flew,</l>
                  <l>When I came arm'd in fury: Troy oppreſt</l>
                  <l>With ten yeares ſiege, I garded with this breſt,</l>
                  <l>I whom alone <hi>Achilles</hi> quak't to ſee,</l>
                  <l>Have yeelded vnto Fate, and vnto thee</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Andromache</hi> (a widow) left my ſonne.</l>
                  <l>Thus AGE ends all things an the earth begun.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Achilles.</speaker>
                  <l>The Trojans terror, Great <hi>Achilles,</hi> I</l>
                  <l>In ſinewie ſtrength excelling, and thereby</l>
                  <l>Famous of old, the only hope and ſtay</l>
                  <l>Of the Greeke Heroes, who alone made way</l>
                  <l>Th<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ough all the Dardan hoſt. 'Twas I alone</l>
                  <l>Was dreaded in the field, and but me none.</l>
                  <l>Alone of far-fam'd <hi>Hector</hi> was I fear'd,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Priam</hi> quak't when he my name but heard:</l>
                  <l>Able my nerves, and matchleſſe might my grace,</l>
                  <l>In body mighty, terrible my face,</l>
                  <l>Big ſhoulderd and broad breſted, ſterne my brow;</l>
                  <l>Yet to <hi>(x) Minerva's</hi> Altar as I bow,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Paris</hi> behinde me ſteales, and with his dart</l>
                  <l>Wounds me i'th heele, which rankles to my heart.</l>
                  <l>And thus the Valiant periſh, and thus AGE</l>
                  <l>All things conſumes in her devouring rage.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alexander.</speaker>
                  <l>What's life but frailtie, bubble, or a blaſt,</l>
                  <l>A cloud, a ſmoke, no ſooner-ſeene than paſt?</l>
                  <l>Yeares, like a ball, are voluble, and run;</l>
                  <l>Houres, like falſe Vowes, no ſooner ſpoke than done:</l>
                  <l>Time quickly waſteth by vnwary dayes,</l>
                  <l>Nothing can bribe the Siſters to delayes.</l>
                  <l>The horrid ſword of Death whoſo would fly,</l>
                  <l>Let him but looke into myne age, how I</l>
                  <l>Am gon and ſpent; I that was calld and knowne</l>
                  <l>By name of <hi>Alexander Macedon:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Whoſe fame hath from the Suns vpriſe been heard</l>
                  <l>Beyond the place <hi>Ioves</hi> Sonne his pillars reard.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="47" facs="tcp:4265:31"/>
Through Heſpery and all the Eaſterne lands</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ave I been fam'd, whom none (oppos'd) withſtands.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he populous city Thebes my arme o'rethrew,</l>
                  <l>many thouſand Perſian ſouldiers ſlew;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hoenicians, Ciclicks, Paphlagonians, all</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y ſword ſubdu'd: thrice did <hi>Darius</hi> fall</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> neath my potencie: great Babylon,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ighty in walls, I ſieg'd, and ſeiſed on.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd after, golden-wav'd Hidaſpes paſt;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>orus (foure cubits high) I queld at laſt,</l>
                  <l>Whom, conquer'd, I ſet free. This done, I then</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>rom India ſaild, to Babylon agen.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eturning, I fell ſicke, ſoone after dyde;</l>
                  <l>Thus Time and ravenous AGE ſhall all things hide,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Sampſon.</speaker>
                  <l>Let Fame, th' admirer of all Anceſtrie,</l>
                  <l>And ſuch as are renown'd for Chivalrie,</l>
                  <l>Here ſhew her ſelfe, and in her ſhape divine;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>urveigh all places where the Sun doth ſhine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n which large progreſſe let her ſee the head</l>
                  <l>Of flowing Nile: or ſay that ſhe be fled</l>
                  <l>Vnto the Sun-burnt <hi>(y) Garamanti,</hi> there</l>
                  <l>To enquire newes, or what ſhe elſe can heare</l>
                  <l>From the Numidians or remoat eſtates</l>
                  <l>Of (the oft-ſhifting place) the <hi>(z) Sanzonats.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Search Thetis Empire through, or further go</l>
                  <l>To what the fabricke of the world can ſhow,</l>
                  <l>She ſhall not finde that mortall wight that dare</l>
                  <l>With me in nerves or ſtrength of armes compare,</l>
                  <l>I am the mighty <hi>Sampſon,</hi> famous yet,</l>
                  <l>To whom for ſtrength <hi>Alcides</hi> would ſubmit:</l>
                  <l>To ſtrangle Lions was no more than play,</l>
                  <l>Or to out-run ſwift Tygres on the way.</l>
                  <l>What though I with the jaw-bone of an aſſe</l>
                  <l>A thouſand ſlew, and through their army paſſe?</l>
                  <l>What though the city gates I rend and teare,</l>
                  <l>And (after) them vpon my ſhoulders beare?</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="48" facs="tcp:4265:32"/>
Yet notwithſtanding my great power and ſtrength,</l>
                  <l>I yeeld to death, Age ſwallowes all at length.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Know now my Son, that ſuch moſt happy are,</l>
                  <l>Whom others harmes can teach how to beware.</l>
                  <l>See, whatſoeuer I produce or bring,</l>
                  <l>Nurſe or giue foſtring to, even every thing</l>
                  <l>Devouring Age conſumes. Doſt thou not ſee</l>
                  <l>Renowned <hi>Hector</hi> yeeld to Deſtinie?</l>
                  <l>How great <hi>Achilles,</hi> after wars rough ſtormes,</l>
                  <l>Deſpoil'd of life, to be the food for wormes?</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Sampſon</hi> and <hi>Alexander</hi> in their prime,</l>
                  <l>Though ſtrong, yet they both periſht: This can Time.</l>
                  <l>Now leſt faire Feature ſhould in thee breed pride,</l>
                  <l>Natures indowments, or ought elſe beſide;</l>
                  <l>See women next, in face and forme excelling,</l>
                  <l>Swallow'd in duſt; all Beauty Age expelling.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Hellen.</speaker>
                  <l>O you blind men, with feminine ſhape oretaken</l>
                  <l>Whoſe amorous hearts are with their culture ſhaken,</l>
                  <l>Now do I finde too late, and grieve to thinke,</l>
                  <l>All mortall beauty muſt in <hi>Lethe</hi> ſinke.</l>
                  <l>We kembe theſe haires, and trim them vp in gold.</l>
                  <l>(Our curled treſſes with rich gems inrol'd)</l>
                  <l>Our fronts we burniſh, and there cannot paſſe</l>
                  <l>One blemiſh, but corrected by the glaſſe.</l>
                  <l>By art we adorne our heads, and by art wee</l>
                  <l>Diſpoſe the face and haire; by art we ſee.</l>
                  <l>And yet theſe haires, this head, theſe eies, this face,</l>
                  <l>Vaniſh like moving waves which flote apace.</l>
                  <l>Behold! I that was faire, am wormes meat made,</l>
                  <l>My fleſh corrupt, and buried in the ſhade.</l>
                  <l>Behold (I ſay) that Grecian <hi>Hellen,</hi> ſhee</l>
                  <l>Rap't, <hi>Menelaus,</hi> in her prime from thee:</l>
                  <l>Me <hi>(a) Theſeus</hi> raviſht firſt, and left me ſo,</l>
                  <l>That ſaving kiſſes I did nothing know.</l>
                  <l>Falſe <hi>Paris</hi> laſt (by Fate or Fury led)</l>
                  <l>Hoſting with me, made ſtealth into my bed:</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="49" facs="tcp:4265:32"/>
Foole that he was, he little then did know,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>his ſnare for me was Troys ſad overthrow.</l>
                  <l>This putrified Coarſe by him ſo bought,</l>
                  <l>was after by a thouſand ſhips re-ſought.</l>
                  <l>O Greece, what preparation didſt thou make,</l>
                  <l>To fetch that fleſh which now the wormes forſake?</l>
                  <l>What broiles? what ſtrage? what ſlaughter to deſtroy,</l>
                  <l>Did this loath'd carkaſſe breed 'twixt Greece and Troy?</l>
                  <l>Became it thee, friend Paris, to forſake</l>
                  <l>Thy houſhold gods, and ſuch a journey take,</l>
                  <l>To hazard ſeas, only to fetch away</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>rom Greece this rottenneſſe, this putrid Clay?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd you the <hi>(b) Atrides,</hi> would you ſaile ſo far,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd for this duſt maintaine a ten yeares war?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat this vile earth, this ſtench you might returne,</l>
                  <l>To cloſe theſe aſhes in my fathers urne?</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ais.</hi> If any fables haue bin ſung in praiſe</l>
                  <l>Of Proſtitutes, what fame their ſhapes could raiſe;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> the Corinthian <hi>Lais,</hi> choice and beſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aue been the crowne and grace to all the reſt.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y chin the Ivorie ſtain'd, Lillies my brow,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o match myne eies the world then knew not how:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y necke was long and ſtraight, and my veins blew,</l>
                  <l>oft lips, in my cleare cheekes freſh roſes grew;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y noſe was neither crooked, long, nor flat,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y viſage it became, it graced that:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y wanton paps like two round hillocks grow,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>om which moiſt ſprings two milky rivers flow.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y belly comely ſweld, for it became</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ike a plumpe Peacocks, ſoft as the yong lambe:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y ſtomacke like the temperat Turtles feeding;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>odeſt my dyet, and no ſurfets breeding;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y armes much whiter than the Lillies ſhwoing,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>r floures, <hi>(d) Alcinous,</hi> in thy garden growing.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ho that my leg did looke on, but did thinke</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e burnt in flames, or in the ſeas did ſinke?</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="50" facs="tcp:4265:33"/>
Or who my backe parts did behold, but ſed,</l>
                  <l>O that I were a flea in <hi>Lais</hi> bed.</l>
                  <l>Or who my foot, but wiſht himſelfe a ſtone,</l>
                  <l>With vpward eies for me to tread vpon.</l>
                  <l>And yet this face, theſe cheeks, theſe lips, theſe eies,</l>
                  <l>This necke, theſe haires, theſe temples, legs and thighes,</l>
                  <l>This ſtomacke, belly, backe, armes, hands, and feet</l>
                  <l>Are wormes meat now, and with corruption meet.</l>
                  <l>Learne yong man then, that which we truſt in moſt</l>
                  <l>Is duſt and filth; in Age are all things loſt.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Thisbe.</hi> The Babylonian <hi>Thisbe</hi> is my name,</l>
                  <l>Noble my birth, my beauty great in fame;</l>
                  <l>No lovely Maid that had in th' Orient place,</l>
                  <l>But with much envy gaz'd me in the face.</l>
                  <l>Inraged <hi>Iove</hi> I with a ſmile could pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>Or pull his threatning thunder backe with eaſe.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Iuno</hi> her ſelfe of me hath jealous bin,</l>
                  <l>And fear'd leſt <hi>Iove</hi> in Babylon would ſin.</l>
                  <l>The white <hi>(d) Caiſtrian</hi> Bird to me did yeeld,</l>
                  <l>And to my bluſh the Roſes of the field.</l>
                  <l>Yet not this feature, not this front or face,</l>
                  <l>Nor theſe myne eyes, to which the ſtars gave place,</l>
                  <l>Could ranſome me from the wormes fearefull rage,</l>
                  <l>Or the rude phangs of all-devouring <hi>Age.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Lucretia.</speaker>
                  <l>Who the divining Sybels ſhall commend,</l>
                  <l>Or thee, <hi>(e) Penelope,</hi> and not offend?</l>
                  <l>Of <hi>(f) Dido's</hi> feature who ſhall ſmoothly write?</l>
                  <l>Or the <hi>(g) Leucadian</hi> ſiſters beauty cite?</l>
                  <l>Behold me <hi>Lucrece,</hi> ſofter than the downe,</l>
                  <l>Or the ſwans breſt, and whiter: who was knowne</l>
                  <l>More tractable than wax; freſh as the aire,</l>
                  <l>Softer my skin than the ripe Melons are.</l>
                  <l>With this faire body I the wormes haue fed,</l>
                  <l>And a ſmall urne containes me being dead.</l>
                  <l>Theſe paps, that <hi>(h) Cato</hi> the Severe would turne,</l>
                  <l>Or chaſte <hi>(i) Hippolitus</hi> in ardor burne.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="51" facs="tcp:4265:33"/>
This pretious fleſh, this ſhape is chang'd to duſt</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd putrifaction, to which all may truſt.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 span">
                        <desc>〈…〉</desc>
                     </gap> him, the earth brings forth, but <hi>Age</hi> can waſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap> and the ſame fate meets with all at laſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Conſider then, my Sonne, theſe ſhapes you haue,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap> endor nor feature, ranſoms from the Grave:</l>
                  <l>That all things ſuffer change, necke, breſt, and throat,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ips, cheeks, brow, ſtomacke, all on which we doat,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>onvert to aſhes. Yet leſt thou be won,</l>
                  <l>Thinking to ſcape by other gifts; my ſon</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>trend with prepar'd eares, heare what the Learnd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he Rich and others have 'tofore diſcernd;</l>
                  <l>Theſe and the reſt haue the ſame accent ſung:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ow whilſt they ſpeake, thou ſtill ſuppreſſe thy tongue.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Virgil.</speaker>
                  <l>If Learning from himſelfe ſhall man divide,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd make him like the Peacocke ſtrut with pride,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e offends in madneſſe, ſenceleſly is vaine.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e hold, I <hi>Virgil,</hi> of the learned ſtraine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f Poets Prince, their glory and their grace,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o whom <hi>Apollo</hi> did afford prime place;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e the moſt ſacred Muſes favor'd ſtill,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or me the <hi>(k) Driades</hi> their laps would fill</l>
                  <l>With various floures, and the <hi>Napaec</hi> bring</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>haplets of Bayes to crowne me when I ſing.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o th' Palaces of Emperors accited,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd to the banquets of great Kings invited:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd yet I dy'de. What profit did it breed,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat I firſt taught the wanton Goats to feed,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o till, to ſow and reape; or be ſam'd far</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or the rude ſlaughters of a ten yeares war?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>et was I food for wormes. What's Poeſie then?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ſtable <hi>Age</hi> ends what ſhe will, and when.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Xerxes.</speaker>
                  <l>Leſt opulencie ſhould elate man high,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd make him ſet his face againſt the skie,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>uſt to his youth, or what his riches brings,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ehold me <hi>Xerxes,</hi> mightieſt of all Kings,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="52" facs="tcp:4265:34"/>
And moſt magnipotent, I that haue bin</l>
                  <l>Poſſeſt of ſuch an infinite Magozin</l>
                  <l>Of gold and treaſure, ſo immenſe a ſtore,</l>
                  <l>As neuer Perſian King enjoyd before;</l>
                  <l>That when my pride toward Grecia'gan to aſpire,</l>
                  <l>Gave to ſo many ſouldiers food and hire;</l>
                  <l>So many legions from the Orient brought,</l>
                  <l>That in the firſt great battell which we fought,</l>
                  <l>Such ſtore of ſhafts and darts my campe did yeeld,</l>
                  <l>As kept the Suns bright luſtre from the field:</l>
                  <l>So many ſhips of mine the Ocean ſwayd,</l>
                  <l>As made aſtoniſht <hi>Neptune</hi> fly, afraid,</l>
                  <l>And hide him in his Deeps, What's plenty then?</l>
                  <l>Or what doth Pompe or Greatneſſe profit men?</l>
                  <l>We vaniſh all like ſhadowes: and even thus</l>
                  <l>Dy'de <hi>(l) Croeſus, (m) Craſſus, (n) Midas, (o) Priamus,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>(p) Pigmalion,</hi> whom both Age and Death conſtraines</l>
                  <l>To walke with <hi>Xerxes</hi> in th' Elyſian plaines.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nero.</speaker>
                  <l>If any aire to Tyrants breathing gives;</l>
                  <l>If any <hi>(q) Catiline</hi> or <hi>(r) Marius</hi> lives;</l>
                  <l>Or if there any ſterne <hi>(ſ) Mezentius</hi> be,</l>
                  <l>Contemner of the gods: theſe looke on me,</l>
                  <l>I the baſe ſinke of ſin, the ſhip of ſhame,</l>
                  <l>Quaffer of humane bloud, <hi>Nero,</hi> the ſame</l>
                  <l>Whoſe murthers have been bruted over all,</l>
                  <l>From the Suns upriſe, to his Weſterne fall:</l>
                  <l>Whoſe gluttonies and luſts <hi>Nilus</hi> knew plaine,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>(t) Calpes,</hi> to the fartheſt parts of Spaine.</l>
                  <l>To rip my mothers wombe was my deſire:</l>
                  <l>Who knowes not too, I ſet great Rome on fire?</l>
                  <l>Who knowes not, that my fury did betray</l>
                  <l>The lives of <hi>Lucian</hi> and wiſe <hi>Seneca?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Who knowes not, that Saint <hi>Paul</hi> and <hi>Peter</hi> tryde</l>
                  <l>My ſword, by which moſt of the Senat dy'de?</l>
                  <l>But what was then my miſerable fate?</l>
                  <l>Preſt by my feares, and by the peoples hate,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="53" facs="tcp:4265:34"/>
Scornd by each ſex, abhorr'd in myne owne land,</l>
                  <l>Contemn'd of all, I fell by myne owne hand:</l>
                  <l>Thus <hi>Nero</hi> dy'de, thus none can AGE withſtand.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Sardanapal.</speaker>
                  <l>Leſt ſoft effeminacie, luſt, and abuſe</l>
                  <l>Of Natures gifts, might pleade the leaſt excuſe;</l>
                  <l>I am that Senſualliſt <hi>Sardanapal,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Who to my ſelfe thinking to ingroſſe all</l>
                  <l>Voluptuouſneſſe, deckt in their womaniſh ſutes,</l>
                  <l>I ſpent my time 'mongſt common Proſtitutes;</l>
                  <l>Falſe periwigs vpon my head I wore,</l>
                  <l>And being man, the ſhape of woman bore.</l>
                  <l>Yet this ranke body a ſmall urne containes;</l>
                  <l>To this we muſt, to this, AGE all conſtraines.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Son doſt thou ſee how all things <hi>Age</hi> outweares?</l>
                  <l>How the Strong periſh, with the prime in yeares?</l>
                  <l>How the Faire falls, and how the Learn'd decay?</l>
                  <l>And how the Rich conſume and fade away?</l>
                  <l>How Tyrants dye? How death the Wanton taſts?</l>
                  <l>And, to conclude, how ſwift <hi>Time</hi> all things waſts?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Man.</speaker>
                  <l>What (Mother) ſhall I do? If I liue chaſt,</l>
                  <l>I am not therefore ſafe: or if I waſt</l>
                  <l>My houres in <hi>Venus</hi> ſports, I am not free:</l>
                  <l>If ever weepe, what ſhall become of me?</l>
                  <l>If ever ſport, what profit can it bring?</l>
                  <l>And though I ever mourne, or ever ſing,</l>
                  <l>All's one, for die I muſt. Since Death ends all,</l>
                  <l>Let my corrupted body die and fall</l>
                  <l>To duſt, to earth or wormes, pleaſure's my ſtore,</l>
                  <l>Let me enioy that, I deſire no more.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Earth.</speaker>
                  <l>Thus I conclude; Though mans life be vnſtayd,</l>
                  <l>And as we ſee, by Cuſtome hourely fade,</l>
                  <l>Even as the parched leaues by Autumne change</l>
                  <l>And fall to nothing; yet (which is moſt ſtrange)</l>
                  <l>Of his owne fruit he is vnmindefull ſtill,</l>
                  <l>And followes what proves to himſelfe moſt ill.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="4" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="54" facs="tcp:4265:35"/>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument of the Dialogue intitu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led MISANTHROPOS, or the <hi>Man-Hater.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>
                  <hi>This Dialogue of Riches doth entreat;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Of their true uſe: how they with lucre great</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Are long acquir'd, and how ſoone loſt. The cauſe</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Of this Diſcourſe is grounded from th' applauſe</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Timon <hi>firſt had in Athens, where he ſway'd,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>For his wealths ſake, being honor'd and obay'd.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Who after a moſt riotous expence,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Having conſum'd his ſtate, and growne to ſence</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Of Povertie; ſuch as he rais'd he tries,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>But findes them now his perſon to deſpiſe.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>He ſeeing how baſe avarice did blinde</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>The world that time, in hate of all Mankinde,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>So devious from Vertue, did propoſe</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>A new name to himſelfe,</hi> MISANTHROPOS;</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Which gives this Tractat name. Th' Authors intent</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Being to ſhew, how proud and inſolent</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Riches make men: and have it underſtood,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>How they purſue the Bad, but fly the Good.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Reade and obſerve, this Dialogue affords</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Much excellent matter, coucht up in few words.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <pb n="55" facs="tcp:4265:35"/>
               <head>The DIALOGVE. <ptr target="#S13368.NOTE3"/>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Timon.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O <hi>Iupiter,</hi> loving and ſociable,</l>
                     <l>That art domeſticall and hoſpitable,</l>
                     <l>The lightning-blaſter, Oath and Iu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry-ſhaker,</l>
                     <l>Cloud-gathering god, and the great Thunder-maker:</l>
                     <l>Or if thou any other ſyr-name haſt,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>uch as by th' antient Poets in times paſt</l>
                     <l>Hath to thy deitie been madly given,</l>
                     <l>To patch their halting Verſe, and make 't run even,</l>
                     <l>For thee a thouſand nick-names are purſuing,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o helpe their Lines, and keep their Rymes from ruin)</l>
                     <l>Where's now thy all-fear'd lightning, breeding wonder?</l>
                     <l>Where's thyne high ſtreperous and loud voic'd thunder?</l>
                     <l>Thy radiant and bright burning bolts (once dreaded)</l>
                     <l>What, are thy late keen pointed darts unheaded?</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ll theſe, ſince thou with-heldſt thy terrible ſtroke,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ppeare vaine trifles, and Poeticke ſmoke,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd of thy great power nothing elſe proclaimes,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ave meere verboſitie, and noiſe of Names,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>or theſe thy Poetiſed tooles for war,</l>
                     <l>Which being drawne, both reacht and wounded far;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> know not by what means, but now at length,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>unt is their chaſtning edge, and loſt their ſtrength;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o cold and frozen they about thee lie,</l>
                     <l>That of thy wrath no ſparke we can eſpie</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>ndled againſt the Nocent. Theſe perjurers</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>eſting at ſufferance) make themſelves aſſurers</l>
                     <l>Of their owne ſafety: being no more afraid</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>f thy unquenchable lightning, than diſmaid</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>t common fire extinguiſht: it ſhewes l<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ke</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o them, as if thou ſhouldſt ſome <hi>Tition</hi> ſtrike,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd they looke on; dreading no more thine ire,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>han his whoſe ſtrugling breathes forth Aetna's fire:</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="56" facs="tcp:4265:36"/>
Preſuming no more wound belongs vnto't,</l>
                     <l>Than only to be ſmudg'd and grim'd with ſoot.</l>
                     <l>From hence it comes, that <hi>(a) Salmoneus</hi> dare</l>
                     <l>With thee in thy loud thunders to compare:</l>
                     <l>Nor ſtrange; he a man that bold and daring is,</l>
                     <l>And thou a god ſo ſufferant and remiſſe:</l>
                     <l>What could he leſſe do than ſuch revels keepe,</l>
                     <l>Since thou haſt drunke <hi>(b) Mandragora,</hi> to ſleepe</l>
                     <l>And ſnort away thy time? even ſtill forbearing</l>
                     <l>Such as blaſpheme and neuer ceaſe forſwearing.</l>
                     <l>Beſides, like one that ſuch miſdoers tenders,</l>
                     <l>Not plaguing them, thou plumpſt up great offendors.</l>
                     <l>Some hold thee blinde, and cannot ſee what's done:</l>
                     <l>Some, eaſie to be foold: like rumors runne,</l>
                     <l>That thou art deafe on both ſides: others hold,</l>
                     <l>Thou art decrepit, and of late growne old.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>When thou waſt in thy former youth and prime,</l>
                     <l>Thou didſt not ſloathfully miſ-ſpend thy time;</l>
                     <l>Then thou hadſt ſpleen, and vnto wrath waſt prone,</l>
                     <l>Vengeance and iuſt infliction grac'd thy throne,</l>
                     <l>And waſt indeed ſuch an all-dreaded god,</l>
                     <l>No male factor could eſcape thy rod:</l>
                     <l>Thou heldſt with ſuch no covenant, but thy darts</l>
                     <l>Were ſtill in action to amaſe their hearts;</l>
                     <l>Thy invulnerable arme advancing hye,</l>
                     <l>Whilſt through the earth thy flaſhing lightnings flye,</l>
                     <l>Drawne from thy quiver, where they late did ſticke,</l>
                     <l>Shot as from warring Archers, ſwift and thicke.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Beſides theſe, fearefull earthquakes, which were man</l>
                     <l>ſuch as her reverend breſt tare vp and cranny</l>
                     <l>Mountaines of ſnow by drifts made, haile in ſuch</l>
                     <l>Aboundance, that of late we ſee none ſuch:</l>
                     <l>Impetuous ſhowres of raine made torrents riſe.</l>
                     <l>And riuers o're their banks to tyranniſe.</l>
                     <l>It hath been ſaid, In good <hi>(c) Deucalions</hi> age</l>
                     <l>Such ſudden inundations 'gan to rage,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="57" facs="tcp:4265:36"/>
That all mankinde being drownd in one account,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>arſe was one skyffe ſav'd on <hi>(d)</hi> Licoris Mount;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> that, Humanities ſmall ſeeds reſerving:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>om whence a generation leſſe deſerving,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd much more impious grew: they imitating</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>hat's bad, and worſe and worſe ſtil propagating.</l>
                     <l>Nor is there cauſe thou ſhouldſt with them be wroth;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>eceiving but the guerdon of thy ſloath.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ho now vnto thy Altars offerings bring?</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>r to thy dreadfull name loud Poems ſing?</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>hou now haſt neither ſacrifice nor praiſe,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>or is thy ruinous Temple hung with Bayes;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nleſſe by chance ſome by Olympus paſſe,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd call to minde that ſuch a god once was,</l>
                     <l>And rather too for faſhion ſake, than feare)</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>erhaps ſome thrifty Offering may leaue there:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ike <hi>Saturne</hi> they would deale with thee (I tell thee)</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd (as thou him) ſo from thy throne expell thee.</l>
                     <l>I here omit, whilſt thou haſt elſewhere trifled,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ow often thy great Temple hath been rifled,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>anſackt and ſpoild, whilſt thou the loud tongu'd Crier</l>
                     <l>O'regrowne with ſloath, as if thou didſt deſire</l>
                     <l>Thine owne vndoing) not once wake nor call</l>
                     <l>The dogs there kenel'd, make them barke and ball,</l>
                     <l>Nor raiſe the drowſie neighbours, ſleeping faſt,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o preſent reſcue, till the theeues were paſt:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ut thou the generous Gyant tamer, who</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>oſt boaſt in the great Gyants overthrow,</l>
                     <l>Didſt like a ſot ſit neither grac't nor fear'd,</l>
                     <l>Whilſt from thy chin they ſhav'd away thy beard:</l>
                     <l>Yet thou even at that inſtant wert ſo ſtrong,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o hold a dart that was ten cubits long.</l>
                     <l>O thou ſo famous, what wilt thou endure</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>n th' end, if ſtill thou wilt be thus ſecure?</l>
                     <l>Or at what time wilt thou extirp the ſeeds</l>
                     <l>By thy juſt vengeance) of thoſe groſſe miſdeeds?</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="58" facs="tcp:4265:37"/>
How many bold aſpiring <hi>Phaetons,</hi> or</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Deucalions</hi> canſt thou finde? Hie expiat for</l>
                     <l>This inexhauſted wickedneſſe ſtill flowing</l>
                     <l>From corrupt mankinde, and thou all this knowing</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Impertinent things I will ſubmit to Fate,</l>
                     <l>And paſſe in ſilence: only now relate</l>
                     <l>Myne owne particular wrongs. How many great</l>
                     <l>And mighty of th' Athenians, to the ſeat</l>
                     <l>Of knowne ſublimitie hath <hi>Timon</hi> rais'd,</l>
                     <l>Creating them from beggars? whilſt they prais'd</l>
                     <l>And magnify'd my bountie. Vnto all</l>
                     <l>I ſpred my open hand and liberall;</l>
                     <l>In which moſt men (before me) I exceeded,</l>
                     <l>As generally ſupplying ſuch as needed,</l>
                     <l>My riches' mongſt my friends parced and given,</l>
                     <l>Till I my ſelfe to penurie was driven.</l>
                     <l>Then ſuddenly a ſtranger I was growne,</l>
                     <l>And to my moſt familiar friends not known:</l>
                     <l>Thoſe (when I paſt them) that would croutch and ben<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>
                     </l>
                     <l>In adoration: thoſe that did depend</l>
                     <l>Vpon my grace, my preſence cannot brooke,</l>
                     <l>Nor on my wants ſo much as daigne a looke.</l>
                     <l>If (as ſometimes) I chance to croſſe the ſtreet,</l>
                     <l>And any one of theſe my Creatures meet.</l>
                     <l>"As of ſome ſtatue, by long time decaid,</l>
                     <l>"They ſhun my ſhadow, of my fall afraid.</l>
                     <l>And others likewiſe that from far eſpy me,</l>
                     <l>Into ſome by-lane skrew themſelves, ſo fly me,</l>
                     <l>Make me an ominous ſpectacle of Fate,</l>
                     <l>As if malevolent and vnfortunate:</l>
                     <l>Who in my better daies was their Director,</l>
                     <l>Styl'd by themſelves, their Father and Protector.</l>
                     <l>Theſe miſchiefes growing, to be made ſo vile,</l>
                     <l>My owne deep counſels I'gan reconcile,</l>
                     <l>Snatcht vp this mattocke, chus'd a field out, where</l>
                     <l>The Earths faire breſt I am forc'd to wound and ear<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="59" facs="tcp:4265:37"/>
And thus my time in labor weare away,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="3 letters">
                           <desc>•••</desc>
                        </gap>ng hyr'd for ſome foure halfe pence by the day.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>us with my ſpade in ſolitude here I</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>de to my ſelfe myne owne Philoſophy.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e profit reapt hence is, to be remoat,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>d live out of the ſight of ſuch as doat</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> ſmoky vanities, thoſe that inherit</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nty of all things, and yet nothing merit;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>d that doth moſt torment me. Now at length,</l>
                     <l>
                        <note place="margin">
                           <hi>Iupiter</hi>
                        </note>
                        <hi>
                           <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>aturn</hi> and <hi>Rheas</hi> off-ſpring ſhew thy ſtrength;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>y profound ſleepe ſhake off, for thou indeed</l>
                     <l>ſloath doſt <hi>(e) Epimenides</hi> exceed.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd once againe thy Triſulk, and retire</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> Oeta, and there kindle 't with new fire:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ng full of flames, when they moſt hotly glow,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>rt of that vengefull indignation ſhow</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>hich to thyne high Tribunal did belong,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>hen thou wert <hi>Iupiter</hi> the yong and ſtrong:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e ſtill to thoſe reproches ſubject be,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e Cretans caſt vpon thy Tombe and thee.</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupiter.</speaker>
                  <l>What is he, ſo vociferouſly exclaimes,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Mercury,</hi> and Vs ſo often names?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s tedious clamors in myne eares ſound ſhrill</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eere vnto Athens) from Himettus hill,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> at the mountaines foot, deject and ſad,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e, meager, lame, and in a goats skin clad?</l>
                  <l>ſeemes to me that delving is his trade,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s eies caſt downe, he leanes vpon his ſpade:</l>
                  <l>is a bold ſpeaking fellow, confident too</l>
                  <l>what he ſaith. After this ſort to doo</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>loſophers were wont, and they alone,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>d 'tis a wonder but this fellow's one,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>at dares againſt our deitie deviſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>h impious and vnheard of blaſphemies.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mercury.</speaker>
                  <l>Do you not know him (Father) thus forlorne,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n to <hi>Echicratides,</hi> in Collite borne;</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="60" facs="tcp:4265:38"/>
                  <speaker>Timon</speaker>
                  <l>his name, with whom we both haue gueſted,</l>
                  <l>And in our annuall Sacreds often feaſted:</l>
                  <l>He on the ſudden with ſuch plenty fill'd,</l>
                  <l>Who at the altars of the gods hath kild</l>
                  <l>Whole Hecatombs, and in his height of wealth</l>
                  <l>Hath quaft vnto vs many a gratefull health.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupiter.</speaker>
                  <l>Whence comes this ſudden change? But is this</l>
                  <l>The honeſt rich man that was knowne ſo free,</l>
                  <l>Whom Athens with her loud encomiums grac'd,</l>
                  <l>And ſuch a multitude of friends embrac'd?</l>
                  <l>How happens it he is ſo poorely arrayd,</l>
                  <l>So miſerably dejected and diſmaid?</l>
                  <l>I gueſſe him by the ſpade on which he leanes,</l>
                  <l>Some painfull labourer that works for meanes.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>You ſee how his humanitie hath chang'd him</l>
                  <l>And freeneſſe, from his deareſt friends eſtrang'd him:</l>
                  <l>His mercy vnto others, being ſo kinde,</l>
                  <l>And then amongſt ſo many not to finde</l>
                  <l>One gratefull, hath diſtraction in him bred,</l>
                  <l>Still to be living, but to them thought dead.</l>
                  <l>Conſidering next how he is ſcorn'd, derided,</l>
                  <l>And his revenue and eſtate divided,</l>
                  <l>Not amongſt Crowes and Wolves, but worſer far,</l>
                  <l>Ravenous and tearing vultures, who ſtill ar<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>Gnawing vpon his liver; thoſe whom he</l>
                  <l>His friends and beſt familiars thought to be.</l>
                  <l>For they who now in his aboundance ſwim,</l>
                  <l>Were more delighted in his feaſts than him:</l>
                  <l>Nay, thoſe who at his table did applaud him;</l>
                  <l>When even unto the bare bones they had gnawne him</l>
                  <l>They ſuckt his very marrow, and then fled;</l>
                  <l>So to the world gaue him both loſt and dead:</l>
                  <l>Being ſo far, from miſerie to free him,</l>
                  <l>They would not ſeeme to know him when they ſee <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>Theſe brought him to this baſe deſpiſed trade,</l>
                  <l>And hurld him from the Scepter to the Spade;</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="61" facs="tcp:4265:38"/>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>'d him out of his purple, here to ſweat</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> hardly earne his meat before he eat:</l>
                  <l>which hee's ſo poſſeſt with mortall ſpleen</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nſt mankinde that ſo ingrate hath been;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e whom his bounty rais'd and brought to fame,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ſe now remember <hi>Timon</hi> had a name.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Yet one (beleeve me) not to be rejected,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> for his former pietie reſpected.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> blame I him his anger to be ſuch,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>en ingratefull to endure ſo much.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>s zealous and good man not to redeeme,</l>
                     <l>favor his afflictions we might ſeeme:</l>
                     <l>we much pitty him, who to maintaine</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> adoration, hath before us ſlaine</l>
                     <l>many Goats and Bulls, and thoſe the beſt</l>
                     <l>at his flocks yeelded; ſo that I proteſt,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>d approve them for my ſervice meet,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>oſe ſavor in my noſthrils ſtill ſmells ſweet.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>s for the boldneſſe of that infinite Crew</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>aſe perjurers, who forſware what's true;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ikewiſe thoſe in ſelfe-conceit ſo ſtrong,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>y make no conſcience of what's right or wrong;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap> as inſult by rapine and rude force,</l>
                     <l>preſſing without mercie or remorſe,</l>
                     <l>Sacrilegious too, ſuch as forbeare</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>eir publique robberies, not through love but feare;</l>
                     <l>many th' are in number, (though I ſtrive)</l>
                     <l>their miſdeeds I no way can connive.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>t myne eye of late on Athens, where</l>
                     <l>many ſtrange Duels and fencings were,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> 
                        <hi>Pro's</hi> and <hi>Contra's,</hi> quarrels in the ſchooles,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e mad men railing, ſome; others like fooles</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ing: in vprore all, ſhrill acclamations</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>colding Diſputants; ſuch vociferations,</l>
                     <l>I thoſe ſo loudly thundred in myne eare,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap> ſuppliants plaints I could by no means heare.</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="62" facs="tcp:4265:39"/>
Therefore with ſtopt eares I muſt ſilent ſit,</l>
                     <l>Or with their confus'd noiſe be tortur'd yet.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>There's a new toy imagin'd by theſe Nodies,</l>
                     <l>Of things eſſentiall, and yet wanting bodies;</l>
                     <l>Meere fantaſies, which they with might and maine</l>
                     <l>(Though nothing) to have being would maintaine:</l>
                     <l>Which is the cauſe I have been ſo vnkinde,</l>
                     <l>As this well meaning man not once to minde.</l>
                     <l>It now remaines his goodneſſe to requite:</l>
                     <l>Hye therefore <hi>Mercury, Plutus</hi> accite,</l>
                     <l>With all ſpeed poſſible command him hither,</l>
                     <l>And bring with you a magozin togither</l>
                     <l>Of new coin'd gold, more than the man can tell.</l>
                     <l>He with his treaſure ſhall with <hi>Timon</hi> dwell.</l>
                     <l>Nor ſhall they eaſily be remov'd from thence,</l>
                     <l>Though by his bounty and too large expence,</l>
                     <l>He would expell them from him. For thoſe Chattere<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>
                     </l>
                     <l>Parrots and Pyes, with other oily flatterers</l>
                     <l>And Paraſits that have ingratefull bin,</l>
                     <l>I now will ſtudy to chaſtiſe their ſin,</l>
                     <l>So ſoone as I my vengefull darts have viewd,</l>
                     <l>And my three-forked thunder ſtone renew'd:</l>
                     <l>Some of the raies are broke, others rebated,</l>
                     <l>Which with all ſpeed I muſt have inſt<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>urated:</l>
                     <l>The points are dull'd, ſince I inſenced was</l>
                     <l>Againſt the Sophiſt <hi>Anaxagoras,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Who to his Schollers openly profeſt,</l>
                     <l>The gods or were not, or were naught at leaſt:</l>
                     <l>But I through error miſt, <hi>Pe<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>icles</hi> beſtrid him,</l>
                     <l>And with his body from my vengeance hid him.</l>
                     <l>The bolt averted light upon the phane</l>
                     <l>Where the two brothers deify'de remaine,</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>(Caſtor</hi> and <hi>Pollux)</hi> burnt it to the ground.</l>
                     <l>And not one ſtone was left about it ſound.</l>
                     <l>But what a puniſhment will this appeare</l>
                     <l>Vnto thoſe envious wretches, when they heare,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="63" facs="tcp:4265:39"/>
                        <hi>Timon,</hi> in whoſe oppreſſion they agreed,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>all them in wealth and potencie exceed;</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mercury.</speaker>
                  <l>O but much more availes it for a man</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o ſtretch his throat with all the power he can,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o be obſtreperous and heard from far;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o not meane the balling at the Bar,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ud railing for fat fees and gaine of gold;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t thoſe like <hi>Timon,</hi> clamorous and bold,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ho in his Oriſons hath been ſo ſhrill,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> make great <hi>Iove</hi> attentive 'gainſt his will;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ho had he (ſmothering griefe) ſate ſtill and mute,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ght have long labor'd in a thred-bare ſu<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <l>To him, ô <hi>Iupiter,</hi> I will not go.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupiter.</speaker>
                  <l>Tell me, ô excellent <hi>Plutus,</hi> wherefore ſo?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>pecially when thou by us art ſent.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <l>Becauſe I have a fearefull preſident:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> he with many injuries afflicted,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hen I was wholly to his love adicted,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e ſhooke me off, as one that did deride me,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd into mamocks and ſmall bits divide me,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>en cut me into pieces: would not ſell me,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t being his domeſticke friend expell me</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ith forks and prongs, as one inſenc'd with ire,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> caſting from his hand hot coles of fire.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd ſhall I once again enter his dores,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> be conſum'd on Sycophants and whores,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>atterers and ſuch? Send me, ô <hi>Iove,</hi> I entreat,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o ſome that vnderſtand a gift ſo great,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>m that to incorporat and hug me ſtrives,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> ſuch as prize me dearer than their lives.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>his ſtupid fellow hath a covenant made</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ith <hi>Povertie,</hi> preferring a poore trade:</l>
                  <l>mattocke and a skin-coat from her tooke,</l>
                  <l>fore my golden and all-tempting looke:</l>
                  <l>no now with foure ſmall halfe-pence can make ſhift,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>d yet hath given ten talents at a gift.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="64" facs="tcp:4265:40"/>
                  <speaker>Iupiter.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But <hi>Timon</hi> no ſuch thing hereafter dares</l>
                     <l>Againſt thy perſon: rather he prepares</l>
                     <l>To honour thee, as one whom Toile and paine</l>
                     <l>Hath reconcil'd, to welcome thee againe;</l>
                     <l>His intrals with long faſt and hunger clung,</l>
                     <l>Hath with his minde now likewiſe chang'd his tongue</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>But thou art too complaintive, who accuſes</l>
                     <l>Firſt <hi>Timon</hi> to me for his late abuſes,</l>
                     <l>Becauſe he with his gates ſet open wide,</l>
                     <l>Gave thee free-leaue, there or elſewhere t' abide;</l>
                     <l>Not keeping thee in obſcure priſon faſt,</l>
                     <l>(As being jealous of thee) where thou haſt</l>
                     <l>Thy liberty. Againe, thou art inrag'd</l>
                     <l>Againſt thoſe Cormorants that haue incag'd</l>
                     <l>And ſhut thee up; complaining, Beneath locks,</l>
                     <l>Keyes, bolts, and ſeales th'art kept as in the ſtocks,</l>
                     <l>From whence thou canſt not move, from light exclud<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>
                     </l>
                     <l>Living in dungeons and darke holes contruded:</l>
                     <l>Of ſuch thou haſt complaind to me, and wept,</l>
                     <l>To be ſo long, ſo cloſe in darkneſſe kept;</l>
                     <l>Looking withall ſo meager, pale, and wan,</l>
                     <l>Oppreſt with care as hadſt thou been a man,</l>
                     <l>Starv'd and ſhrunke vp, thy ſinues drawne together,</l>
                     <l>Thy fingers clutcht and lam'd; I know not whether</l>
                     <l>Hoording vp gold this Apoplex compelling,</l>
                     <l>Or numneſſe, made by thy aſſiduat telling;</l>
                     <l>Willing to ſtay with them by no perſuaſion,</l>
                     <l>But apt to leave them on the leaſt occaſion.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>And what above thought makes thee ill beſted,</l>
                     <l>Is, in an iron or a braſen bed</l>
                     <l>(As thou haſt heard of <hi>Danae)</hi> to be laid,</l>
                     <l>As there for ever to be kept a maid,</l>
                     <l>By impious overſeers ſchoold and taught,</l>
                     <l>Who ſave in gaine and uſurie know nought.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Their groſſe abſurdities I haue heard thee note,</l>
                     <l>Who on thy perſon aboue reaſon dote;</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="65" facs="tcp:4265:40"/>
And being in their power, dare not employ them,</l>
                     <l>Or lying proſtrat to their luſt, enjoy them:</l>
                     <l>They all the while ſtrict vigilancie keeping,</l>
                     <l>With gard vpon the place where thou art ſleeping,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ying the bolts and bars, and winking never,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>s in great hope thou wilt ſupply them ever,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd haue much profit from thee. Not that they</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ean to make bleſt vſe of thee though they may,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ut only keep thee in ſuch ſtrict tuition,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ecauſe none elſe of thee ſhould have fruition.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ſt like a dog that in the manger lies,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ho though himſelfe the provender deſpiſe,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>s to his pallat a diſtaſtefull meat,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>et will not ſuffer the poore horſe to eat.</l>
                     <l>I likewiſe have obſerv'd thee laugh at thoſe,</l>
                     <l>Who though they have thee at their free diſpoſe,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>oſt gripple are in ſparing. In a word,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>hou holdſt it moſt radiculous and abſurd,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>hat ſuch (mean time) ſhould ſtarue themſelves, not knowing</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o whom (their floure being wither'd) thou art growing:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o what Executor, Servant, or Page,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>eward or Pedagogue, who their ſpent age</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>aue not beſtow'd on thee, but on thy come,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o ſeiſe by force, or elſe by ſtealth purloine;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd then for his ſafe hoording and cloſe hiding,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>he wretched Maſter (new deceaſt) deriding,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ho did ſo charily in his life time locke it,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd with a ſnuffe halfe burnt within the ſockit,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>r dry ruſh light, keepe wakefull his faint eies</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>pon his (now) all-forfeit vſuries.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>t not therefore, <hi>Plutus,</hi> ill in thee,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>hat haſt of theſe ſo oft complain'd to me;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>hy fickle thoughts ſo ſuddenly to vary,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd blame in <hi>Timon</hi> the clean contrary?</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Yet if my cauſe to cenſure be refer'd,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e ſhall confeſſe that I haue no way err'd:</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="66" facs="tcp:4265:41"/>
Nor is there reaſon why I ſhould diſpenſe</l>
                     <l>With <hi>Timons</hi> lightneſſe, rather negligence,</l>
                     <l>In ſtead of ſtudy, care, and that good-will,</l>
                     <l>Reſpect, and love, that ſhould attend me ſtill.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Nor of the adverſe part do I approve,</l>
                     <l>Thoſe that embrace me with an over-love,</l>
                     <l>Impriſoning and obtruding me ſo cloſe,</l>
                     <l>To make me every day more huge and groſſe;</l>
                     <l>Franking me up, to fat me, with intent</l>
                     <l>I may appeare to them more corpulent;</l>
                     <l>Yet they themſelves, nor vſe me in my neatneſſe,</l>
                     <l>Nor ſhew me vnto others in my greatneſſe.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>All ſuch I contumelious hold and mad,</l>
                     <l>Who notwithſtanding all good from me had,</l>
                     <l>Put me in ſhackles, where I ſtarving ly,</l>
                     <l>Oppreſt with hunger, and with thirſt ſtill dry:</l>
                     <l>Not underſtanding they muſt ſhortly leave me</l>
                     <l>To ſuch as ſtand wide gaping to receive me.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Nor do I of thoſe Prodigaſs allow,</l>
                     <l>Apt to part with me, and not caring how:</l>
                     <l>Such only I approve amongſt the reſt,</l>
                     <l>Who hold a mediocritie the beſt;</l>
                     <l>That neither vow to keep an abſolute faſt,</l>
                     <l>Or hauing plenty, are inclin'd to waſt.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Conſider this, ô <hi>Iove,</hi> Say that a man</l>
                     <l>Finde for his choice the faireſt Maid he can,</l>
                     <l>To make his Bride; and when the Nuptiall night</l>
                     <l>Invites them both to reſt, he ſets her light,</l>
                     <l>Neither obſerves her, nor is tender o're her,</l>
                     <l>But ſets his dores and gates broad wide before her,</l>
                     <l>To gad and wander at her pleaſure, truſts</l>
                     <l>Her night and day to proſtrate where ſhe luſts:</l>
                     <l>The man that gives ſuch libertie to vice,</l>
                     <l>What doth he (not preventing) but intice</l>
                     <l>To lewdneſſe? as inviting folke to prove her:</l>
                     <l>Can ſuch an one be ſaid truly to love her?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <pb n="67" facs="tcp:4265:41"/>
                     <l>Againe, If any ſhall a Faire one wive,</l>
                     <l>And bring her to his houſe; when he ſhould ſtrive</l>
                     <l>To play the husband, and to procreate</l>
                     <l>Children as hopefull as legitimate:</l>
                     <l>Even then of all due Mariage-ſweets ſhould grutch her,</l>
                     <l>Nor in her flouriſhing prime of beauty touch her;</l>
                     <l>Vnwilling from a loathſome Gaole to free her,</l>
                     <l>Where nor himſelfe nor any elſe may ſee her.</l>
                     <l>But thus ſecluded, barren, and depriv'd,</l>
                     <l>Shall keepe her ſtill a virgin, though long liv'd:</l>
                     <l>And then, That all this was for love pretend,</l>
                     <l>Preferring her thus old and neere her end,</l>
                     <l>With an exhauſted body, colour pale,</l>
                     <l>Deep wrinkled cheeks, and ſunk-in eies that faile;</l>
                     <l>Would you not thinke that man quite from his ſences,</l>
                     <l>Who when by lawfull and moſt iuſt pretences</l>
                     <l>He might have hopefull Iſſue, and poſſeſſe</l>
                     <l>A goodly ſweet yong woman, and no leſſe</l>
                     <l>Amorous, yet ſuffers her in care and anguiſh,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>adly like one of <hi>Ceres</hi> Prieſts to languiſh?</l>
                     <l>Thus us'd and I abus'd, am ſometimes torne,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>fled and pluckt in pieces, and in ſcorne</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>affled and kickt: by others kept alive,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>mpriſon'd like ſome branded fugitive.</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupiter.</speaker>
                  <l>Why fretſt thou againſt thoſe made to endure</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>trange puniſhments for ſinnes blacke and impure?</l>
                  <l>Or wherefore art thou at ſuch ſlaves aſtoniſht,</l>
                  <l>Who in themſelves ſeeſt their owne vices puniſht:</l>
                  <l>The one like <hi>(h) Tantalus,</hi> in ſight of meat,</l>
                  <l>And alwaies gaping, but forbid to eat:</l>
                  <l>With ſuch dry chaps they gape vpon their gold,</l>
                  <l>Hot with that ſated which they ſtill behold.</l>
                  <l>The other, though they have it in their pawes,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eady to glut themſelves; from their ſtarv'd jawes</l>
                  <l>The Harpies ſnatch it, as from <hi>(g) Phineus,</hi> ſpoiling</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hoſe dainties for which he ſo long was toiling.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="68" facs="tcp:4265:42"/>
Go thou from Vs to <hi>Timon</hi> without feare,</l>
                  <l>To whom (no doubt) thou wilt be henceforth deare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <l>But thinke you that at length he will forbeare</l>
                  <l>To poure me into leaking veſſels, where</l>
                  <l>Though with great labor you maintaine it ſtill,</l>
                  <l>The liquor runs out faſter than you fill;</l>
                  <l>Sooner exhauſting me, to draw me dry,</l>
                  <l>Than I my ſelfe can with my ſelfe ſupply:</l>
                  <l>He fearing when I ſhall with plenty crowne him,</l>
                  <l>I haue but meerly laid a plot to drowne him.</l>
                  <l>I ſhall be as in <hi>(i) Danaus</hi> daughters tunnes,</l>
                  <l>No ſooner ought pour'd in, but out it runnes;</l>
                  <l>So many holes being in the bottom drild,</l>
                  <l>That it draines faſter than it can be fild.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupiter.</speaker>
                  <l>But though the liquor through the veſſel breaks,</l>
                  <l>And that he hath no will to ſtop theſe leaks,</l>
                  <l>But by perpetuall dropping and effuſion,</l>
                  <l>All muſt of force be waſted in concluſion:</l>
                  <l>Yet 'mongſt the lees and dregs no doubt hee'l finde</l>
                  <l>His leathern pelt and ſpade ſtill left behinde.</l>
                  <l>Go you mean time and ſee the man poſſeſt</l>
                  <l>Of treaſure in aboundance, and the beſt.</l>
                  <l>That done, ô <hi>Hermes,</hi> call at Aetna, where</l>
                  <l>The <hi>(k) Cyclops</hi> are at worke, and (doſt thou heare?)</l>
                  <l>Bid them repaire to me at my firſt ſending,</l>
                  <l>For tell them that my three tynd bolt wants mending.</l>
                  <l>Both edge and point is dull'd and in my ſpleene</l>
                  <l>I now muſt have it ſharpen'd and made keene.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Plutus</hi> let's walke. But ſtay (thou of ſuch fame)</l>
                  <l>Tell me how on the ſudden cam'ſt thou lame?</l>
                  <l>What, and blinde too?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <l>Theſe imperfections lye</l>
                  <l>Not alwaies, <hi>Hermes,</hi> in my foot or eye;</l>
                  <l>Only at ſome ſet times. For being ſent</l>
                  <l>By <hi>Iove,</hi> I am thus lame incontinent,</l>
                  <l>I know not by what means compeld vntoo't,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="69" facs="tcp:4265:42"/>
But inſtantly I halt on either foot,</l>
                  <l>And ere the place before me reach I can,</l>
                  <l>I am growne a lame decrepit weake old man.</l>
                  <l>But if I be to part from ſuch, I fly</l>
                  <l>Swifter than birds make way beneath the sky;</l>
                  <l>No bars can ſtop me, furlongs are no more</l>
                  <l>To me, than narrow ſtrides, I ſtrip before</l>
                  <l>The windes ſwift wings, and can deceiue the eye</l>
                  <l>With my unparaleld velocitie:</l>
                  <l>Nay even the publique Criers have agreed</l>
                  <l>To crowne me Victor for my pace and ſpeed.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>I now perceive thou <hi>Plutus</hi> idlely prateſt,</l>
                  <l>Since all things are not true that thou relateſt:</l>
                  <l>How many have I knowne but yeſterday</l>
                  <l>Ready to hang themſelues, that could not pay</l>
                  <l>One ſingle halfpenny downe vpon the naile,</l>
                  <l>To buy an halter with: yet now they ſaile</l>
                  <l>In gold and purple; ſome in Chariots ride,</l>
                  <l>That had not late a poore Aſſe to beſtride,</l>
                  <l>Wealth flowing on them in ſo ſwift a ſtreame,</l>
                  <l>That they themſelves haue thought it but a dreame.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>A thing quite contrarie it is, I vow,</l>
                     <l>Of which, ô <hi>Mercurie,</hi> thou twitſt me now:</l>
                     <l>For know, I walke not on myne owne legs when</l>
                     <l>I am ſent by <hi>Iove</hi> to honeſt and good men.</l>
                     <l>But if god <hi>(l) Dis</hi> ſhall once command, I run,</l>
                     <l>For his beheſt is in an inſtant don.</l>
                     <l>He of the great gift-Giuer beares the name,</l>
                     <l>His Magozin's in hell, whence gold firſt came:</l>
                     <l>And therefore when I ſhift from man to man,</l>
                     <l>With all the induſtry and care they can,</l>
                     <l>They take me, wrapt and ſwath'd in Bonds and Bills,</l>
                     <l>Where one conveyance a whole ſheep-skin fills:</l>
                     <l>So, ſign'd and ſeald, me in ſome box they ſmother,</l>
                     <l>And toſſe me 'twixt one party and another.</l>
                     <l>The owner dead, left in ſome obſcure place,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="70" facs="tcp:4265:43"/>
Where Dogs and Cats may piſſe upon his face.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Thoſe that have hope to enjoy me are ſoon found</l>
                     <l>I'th Courts, and thoſe hot ſented as the hound,</l>
                     <l>Yawning like to the Swallowes infant brood,</l>
                     <l>When the dam fluttering to their neſt brings food.</l>
                     <l>Now when the ſeale's diſcover'd on the Will.</l>
                     <l>And the ſtring cut that bound the rowle vp, ſtill</l>
                     <l>They gape to ſee the parchment op't and read,</l>
                     <l>To know th' Executor to the late Dead.</l>
                     <l>Then inſtantly a new heire is proclaim'd.</l>
                     <l>And either, there, ſome greaſie kinſman nam'd,</l>
                     <l>Some Sycophant or fawning Paraſite,</l>
                     <l>Or elſe perhaps a deboſht Catamite.</l>
                     <l>He with a new ſhav'd chin, being of this treaſure</l>
                     <l>Poſſeſt, then ſtudies noveltie and pleaſure,</l>
                     <l>With all rarieties at the height rated,</l>
                     <l>Which the dead hoorder in his life time hated.</l>
                     <l>He muſt be then a gentleman at leaſt,</l>
                     <l>And with his wealth his Title (needs) encreaſt,</l>
                     <l>With change of name: for he that was before</l>
                     <l>Knowne by the name of <hi>(m) Pyrrhias, Drono,</hi> or</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Tibias;</hi> although the man be ſtill the ſame,</l>
                     <l>Muſt either <hi>Megabyzus</hi> have to name,</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Megacles</hi> or <hi>Protarchus:</hi> his minde ſwelling</l>
                     <l>With vaine oſtent to gaine a ſtile excelling.</l>
                     <l>Even thoſe that did not yawne with deepe inſpection</l>
                     <l>(Though at the firſt in like ſtate and election)</l>
                     <l>Into theſe hidden Mines; now all diſ-jointed,</l>
                     <l>When they behold each other diſappointed,</l>
                     <l>Although they truly mourne, ſeen but to feet,</l>
                     <l>To ſee the ſmall fiſh Tuny ſcape the net;</l>
                     <l>Who as he living did but little eat,</l>
                     <l>So being dead could not afford much meat.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now he that groveling falls vpon this Maſſe,</l>
                     <l>(Some fat fed Budget, or dull witted Aſſe,</l>
                     <l>Who of no good parts or clean life hath bin)</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="71" facs="tcp:4265:43"/>
Enters upon it with an unwaſht skin:</l>
                     <l>None treads ſo ſoftly by him, but he feares,</l>
                     <l>And like a curre then ſtarts up with prickt eares,</l>
                     <l>His fellow footmen he deſpiſeth now,</l>
                     <l>To th' Temple and the Horſe-mill doth allow</l>
                     <l>An adoration equall. Who to diſpence</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>s able now with his great inſolence?</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nſufferable he growes, the Good deſpiſing,</l>
                     <l>And o're his Like and equals tyranniſing;</l>
                     <l>Vaunting in mighty things, till Luſt, incited</l>
                     <l>With ſome faire whore, or otherwiſe delighted</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>n keeping Dogs and Horſes, or by hearing</l>
                     <l>His trencher-Flies about his table jearing,</l>
                     <l>And whiſpering to him, He is growne more faire</l>
                     <l>Than the Greeke <hi>(n) Nereus, Homer</hi> made ſo rare:</l>
                     <l>The miſchiefe's, he beleeves it; their verboſitie</l>
                     <l>Perſuading him, That in true generoſitie</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> 
                        <hi>Cecrops</hi> and <hi>Codrus</hi> come behinde him. One</l>
                     <l>Tells him, <hi>Vliſſes</hi> unto him alone</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ubmits in wiſdome, and perſuades the Beaſt</l>
                     <l>To be more rich than <hi>Croeſus</hi> was, at leaſt</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>y ſixteen fold: exhauſting by this meane,</l>
                     <l>And in one breath of time conſuming clean</l>
                     <l>What was by piecemeale gather'd, and did riſe</l>
                     <l>From baſe extortions, thefts, and perjuries.</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Theſe are no queſtion true: but when thou go'ſt</l>
                  <l>On thine owne feet (being blinde) ſay how thou know'ſt</l>
                  <l>The way thou art to take? how canſt thou finde</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>uch men as are of good and honeſt minde?</l>
                  <l>To whom (as now) my father oft times ſends thee,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd in his care and providence commends thee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <l>Thinkſt thou I finde thoſe I am ſent unto?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>By <hi>Iove</hi> not I: if ſo, how didſt thou do,</l>
                  <l>When lately being to <hi>Ariſtides</hi> ſent,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hou to <hi>Hipponicus</hi> and <hi>Callius</hi> went,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd other baſe Athenians, ſcarce worth thought,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="72" facs="tcp:4265:44"/>
Or a poore ſingle halfpenny, to be bought?</l>
                  <l>What is the courſe thou tak'ſt vpon the way?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <l>Now high, now low, in each blinde path I ſtray,</l>
                  <l>Till unawares upon ſome one I fall,</l>
                  <l>And be he what he will, that man gets all:</l>
                  <l>He that is next me and can firſt catch hold,</l>
                  <l>To faſten on me, having ſeis'd my gold,</l>
                  <l>Secludes me to ſome obſcure place, poſſeſſing</l>
                  <l>What he long wiſht, then openly confeſſing,</l>
                  <l>In prayers and vowes, he is to <hi>Hermes</hi> bound,</l>
                  <l>By whoſe aſſiſtance this great fortune's found.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Is <hi>Iove</hi> deceiv'd, preſuming that thou go'ſt</l>
                  <l>To inr<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ch ſuch as he affecteth moſt,</l>
                  <l>And thinks them worthy of his largeſſe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <l>Right,</l>
                  <l>O <hi>Mercurie,</hi> and juſtly too, my ſight</l>
                  <l>Being defective, and at ſuch times blinde;</l>
                  <l>And ſending me to ſeeke that, which to finde</l>
                  <l>So difficult is, and ſcarcely hath a Being,</l>
                  <l>Is that a taske with my dim ſight agreeing?</l>
                  <l>In which had quick eyd <hi>Argus</hi> in my ſted</l>
                  <l>been his inquiſitor, he ſcarce had ſped:</l>
                  <l>The path ſo narrow and obſcure, beſide,</l>
                  <l>It being ſo rare to ſee a good man guide</l>
                  <l>A Cities weale; for thoſe corrupt ſtill ſway,</l>
                  <l>And thoſe in numbers flocking in my way:</l>
                  <l>I groping, can I poſſibly eſchew</l>
                  <l>To avoid the many, and ſelect the few?</l>
                  <l>The wicked alwaies yawning after gaines,</l>
                  <l>(The others not) how can I ſcape their traines?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>I but how comes it, when th'art to forſake</l>
                  <l>Theſe wretches, thou ſuch voluble ſpeed doſt make?</l>
                  <l>And without rub or the leaſt ſtumbling, when</l>
                  <l>Thou canſt not ſee the path before thee?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <l>Then</l>
                  <l>Both eies and feet aſſiſt, and then alone,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="73" facs="tcp:4265:44"/>
When Time invites and calls me to be gone.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Another thing reſolue me: Tell me how</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>comes to paſſe (ô god of Wealth) that thou</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>rſt being blinde, next, of a pale complexion,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ſt, crippled in thy feet, canſt gaine th' affection</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f ſo many great friends and lovers, ſuch</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> thinke they cannot gaze on thee too much?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or can imagin they are truly bleſt.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>fore of thee undoubtedly poſſeſt?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>gaine, If he that after thee enquires,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ance to be fruſtrat in his hot deſires;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or ſuch I haue knowne many, and ſome noted,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat ſo debaſhtly on thy perſon doted,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat at their courting if thou ſeem'dſt but coy,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ave ready been their owne lives to deſtroy:</l>
                  <l>Who when they ſaw they <hi>Plutus</hi> could not pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hemſelves from hye rocks caſt into the ſeas.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd yet I know, and thou muſt needs confeſſe,</l>
                  <l>View but thy ſelfe as I do) thou wilt gueſſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> not conclude, it is not love, but madneſſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>akes them deſpaire in doating on thy badneſſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <l>But thinkſt thou, <hi>Mercurie,</hi> I to them appeare</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> the ſame forme as thou beholdſt me here,</l>
                  <l>Or lame or blinde, with ſuch defects about me?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>O by no means, for I ſhould then miſdoubt me</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat they were blind as thou art.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plutus.</speaker>
                  <l>But not quite,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> 
                     <hi>Mercury,</hi> like me depriv'd of ſight:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd yet there falls on them, as by ſome chance,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> kinde of error or blinde ignorance,</l>
                  <l>Which occupies them all, over their eies</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aſting a ſhadowie filme, which doth diſguiſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y deform'd parts; ſo I appeare to them</l>
                  <l>a golden habit, ſtucke with many a gem:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> pictur'd veſture I ſeem, paſſing by,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd thouſand colours, to deceive the eye.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="74" facs="tcp:4265:45"/>
Theſe fooles imagining, what I preſent,</l>
                  <l>To be my ſole and native ornament:</l>
                  <l>And therefore being enamor'd on my forme,</l>
                  <l>If not eniov me, then they rage and ſtorme.</l>
                  <l>But ſhould I be before them naked laid,</l>
                  <l>And my miſ-ſhapen ouglineſſe diſplaid,</l>
                  <l>No doubt they would condemne themſelves, purſuing</l>
                  <l>A ſeeming good, which leades them to their ruin:</l>
                  <l>Th' are only apt themſelves to reconcile</l>
                  <l>To things their owne nature baſe and vile.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>But when it comes vnto ſuch paſſe that they</l>
                  <l>Are filld with wealth, and ſupply'd every way;</l>
                  <l>When they have hedg'd, nay walld their riches in,</l>
                  <l>Some notwithſtanding looke ſo bare and thin,</l>
                  <l>Withall ſo gripple, you may ſooner teare</l>
                  <l>Head from the body, than impart what's there?</l>
                  <l>Beſides, it is not probable, but ſuch</l>
                  <l>As haue with greedy eies perus'd thee much,</l>
                  <l>Muſt needly know, (howe're they proudly boaſt,</l>
                  <l>Thy outſide tin-foild, or but guilt at moſt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plut.</speaker>
                  <l>Theſe my defaults (with others) to ſupply,</l>
                  <l>I have many ready helps, ô <hi>Mercury.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Name them I prethee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plut.</speaker>
                  <l>They no ſooner faſten</l>
                  <l>With greedineſſe vpon me, but they haſten</l>
                  <l>To ope their gates wide, then with me by ſtealth</l>
                  <l>Enter (for alwaies they attend on wealth)</l>
                  <l>Hawtineſſe, Boaſting, with the mindes deſtraction,</l>
                  <l>Effoeminacie, and to make vp the faction,</l>
                  <l>Oppreſſion and Deceit, with th' intereſt</l>
                  <l>Of thouſand more; with which the heart poſſeſt,</l>
                  <l>Is ſuddenly ſubjected and brought under,</l>
                  <l>To admire toyes which are not worth the wonder,</l>
                  <l>And covet that which they ought moſt to fly.</l>
                  <l>Now with this band of Penſioners garded, I</l>
                  <l>When thus attended they my ſtate behold,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="75" facs="tcp:4265:45"/>
Thy never dreame of other god than Gold:</l>
                  <l>with ſuch adoration they reſpect me,</l>
                  <l>endure all torments, rather than reject me.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>How ſmooth and ſlick thou art, no where abiding,</l>
                  <l>when men thinke thee ſafeſt, ſwiftly gliding</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>row their fingers, neither can I ſpy</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>andle or an haft to ſtay thee by,</l>
                  <l>we hold pots and glaſſes; they ſlip through</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> hand as ſnakes and ſerpents uſe to doo.</l>
                  <l>When <hi>Poverty,</hi> to thee quite contrary,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ere e're ſhe takes her Inne is apt to tarry:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>mmy cleaves like Bird-lime, uncompeld,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> to be ſeis'd, and eaſie to be held;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ing a thouſand catching hooks, and ſo</l>
                  <l>out her plac'd, that hardly ſhe lets go.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> whilſt we trifle here, there's one maine thing</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> had forgot.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plut.</speaker>
                  <l>What?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>That we did not bring</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aſure along, it being <hi>Ioves</hi> intent,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> the chiefe buſineſſe about which we are ſent.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>For that take thou no care: I do not enter</l>
                  <l>on the earth, (being calld, and leave my Center,</l>
                  <l>I have ſtill a care upon my ſtore,</l>
                  <l>my departure to ſhut faſt my dore,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ich only opens to me when I call.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Let's thither then, and <hi>Plutus</hi> leſt thou fall,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>d by my cloake, and follow till we come</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o the place aſſign'd.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Hermes</hi> well done,</l>
                  <l>leade me thus; for if thou ſhouldſt forſake</l>
                  <l>as I am, I might perchance miſtake</l>
                  <l>way, and wandring, through my want of ſight,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Hyperbolus</hi> or on <hi>Cleon</hi> light.</l>
                  <l>ſtay, What noiſe is that? I heare ſome one</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ith his pick-axe ſtriking againſt ſtone.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="76" facs="tcp:4265:46"/>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis <hi>Timon,</hi> who laboriouſly doth wound</l>
                  <l>A piece of mountainous and ſtony ground.</l>
                  <l>O wondrous! <hi>Poverty</hi> by him faſt ſtands,</l>
                  <l>And the rough fellow <hi>Labor,</hi> with galld hands.</l>
                  <l>Here's <hi>Wiſedome, Health,</hi> and with them <hi>Fortitude,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And beſides theſe, a populous multitude</l>
                  <l>Of ſuch like Groomes, <hi>Need</hi> them to worke compelli<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>And yet a troupe (me-thinks) thy Gard excelling.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plut.</speaker>
                  <l>Therefore let's poſt hence with what ſpeed we</l>
                  <l>For, <hi>Hermes,</hi> how ſhall we invade a man</l>
                  <l>Girt with ſo great an army?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Be not afraid,</l>
                  <l>'Tis <hi>Ioves</hi> command, whoſe will muſt be obayd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pov.</speaker>
                  <l>O whether lead'ſt thou <hi>Plutus?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>To inlarge</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Timon</hi> from hence; for ſo <hi>Iove</hi> gave in charge.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Poverty.</speaker>
                  <l>Comes he againe to <hi>Timon,</hi> whom (bereav'd</l>
                  <l>Of health by many ſurfets) I receiv'd,</l>
                  <l>To Wiſedome and to Induſtry commended,</l>
                  <l>And in his cure ſo far my skill extended,</l>
                  <l>I ſoone reſtor'd him (as he ſtill doth finde)</l>
                  <l>Sound in his body, and vpright in minde.</l>
                  <l>Have I deſerv'd ſuch ſcorne, or do I merit</l>
                  <l>A wrong, what is myne owne not to inherit?</l>
                  <l>That you are come, with colorable pretence,</l>
                  <l>Him (now my ſole poſſeſſion) to take hence?</l>
                  <l>Whoſe ruin'd vertues with exacteſt care</l>
                  <l>I have much toyld and labor'd to repaire.</l>
                  <l>Being againe in that blinde gods protection,</l>
                  <l>Hee'l bring them vaſſald to their late ſubjection,</l>
                  <l>Fill him with arrogance, diſdaine, and pride,</l>
                  <l>And every ill that Goodneſſe can miſ-guide;</l>
                  <l>And when all hope of faire amendment's paſt,</l>
                  <l>Returne him backe as I receiv'd him laſt,</l>
                  <l>Eſſoeminate, ſloathfull, franticke, or what not,</l>
                  <l>A thing of nothing, a meere brainleſſe Sot.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="77" facs="tcp:4265:46"/>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou hear'ſt <hi>Ioves</hi> will.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Poverty.</speaker>
                  <l>And I to it agree.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="3 letters">
                           <desc>•••</desc>
                        </gap>wledge</hi> and <hi>Laber</hi> doe you follow me,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> all my traine: hee'l ſhortly to his coſt</l>
                  <l>He what a mother he (in me) hath loſt;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t a good helper, what a true inſtructer.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ll good arts a tutreſſe and conducter:</l>
                  <l>whilſt with me he had commerce, was ſtill</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e and healthfull, having ſtrength at will,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ding a manly life, turning his eies</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n his breſt, and of proud vanities</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> gawdy frailties had at all no care,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>held them trifles, as indeed they are.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>They now are gone, let us approch more neare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Timon.</speaker>
                  <l>What ſlaves be theſe that to myne eies appeare?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y are you come? what would you? what require?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>a poore laboring man that works for hire?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> ſhall not part hence laughing, for know, I</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e ſtore of ſtones that round about me ly.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Aſſault us not, ô <hi>Timon,</hi> for in vaine</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ou ſhalt do ſo, we are not of the ſtraine</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>mortall race, but gods: I, <hi>Mercury:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>is, <hi>Plutus,</hi> ſent from the great Deity,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o doth at length commiſer at thy ſtate,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>h purpoſe now to make thee fortunate:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> ſhall be well, we come to eaſe thy paine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ave off thy worke, henceforth be rich againe.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> Though to your ſelves the name of gods you borrow,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>pe off, or I ſhall give you cauſe of ſorrow:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>me not too neere me, I at random ſtrike,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> gods and men I now hate both alike:</l>
                  <l>for that blinde ſlave, him I'le firſt invade,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ow to rap him ſoundly with my ſpade.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Let vs be gone, ô <hi>Mercurie,</hi> hee's mad,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t ſome ſad miſchiefe from his hand be had.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>This barbarous ſpleen good <hi>Timon</hi> ſtrive to hide,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="78" facs="tcp:4265:47"/>
And thy ferocitie caſt quite aſide.</l>
                  <l>With gratitude receive what <hi>Iove</hi> hath ſent,</l>
                  <l>I ſtrike thee lucke, be rich incontinent:</l>
                  <l>Prince of th' Athenians thou ſhalt henceforth bee,</l>
                  <l>And to contemne them that diſdained thee,</l>
                  <l>Puniſh their baſe ingratitude, bee't their griefe</l>
                  <l>To ſee thee rais'd, live happy, and their Chiefe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plut.</speaker>
                  <l>I have no need of you, pray give me leave</l>
                  <l>To uſe my labor, and at night receive</l>
                  <l>My competent wages, 'tis a gainfull trade,</l>
                  <l>I have wealth enough in uſing this my ſpade:</l>
                  <l>I ſhould be happy if you would forbeare me,</l>
                  <l>But then moſt bleſt if no man would come neere me.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou ſpeakſt too inhumanely; <hi>Timon</hi> I</l>
                  <l>This thy harſh language and abſurd reply</l>
                  <l>Will tell my father: Say that from mans breſt</l>
                  <l>Th'haſt had more wrongs than thou canſt well diſgeſt</l>
                  <l>Yet 'tis not good the gods thou ſhouldſt deſpiſe,</l>
                  <l>Who as thou ſeeſt all for thy good deviſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>To thee, ô <hi>Mercury, Iove,</hi> and the reſt</l>
                  <l>Of the Coeleſtiall gods, I here proteſt,</l>
                  <l>I hold my ſelfe much bound, and thanke them for</l>
                  <l>Their care of me, but <hi>Plutus</hi> I abhor,</l>
                  <l>And him I'le not receive.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Why?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Becauſe I gueſſe</l>
                     <l>Him the fole author of my great diſtreſſe</l>
                     <l>And miſchiefes manifold, as firſt betraying me</l>
                     <l>To oily ſmooth-tongu'd flatterers, and then laying m<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>
                     </l>
                     <l>Open to thoſe inſidiated my ſtate.</l>
                     <l>Envy and hate he firſt did propagate,</l>
                     <l>Corrupted me with vices, then diſclos'd me</l>
                     <l>To all reproch, and after that expos'd me</l>
                     <l>To ſpleen and canker'd malice which exceeded,</l>
                     <l>And laſt of all left me when moſt I needed.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Excellent <hi>Povertie</hi> contrariwiſe</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="79" facs="tcp:4265:47"/>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                           <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                        </gap> me unto paines and exerciſe</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>comming Man; truly and freely wee</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>gether liv'd in conſocietie,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>pplying me with all things, garments, meat,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>ich taſted beſt, being ſeaſon'd by my ſweat.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> vulgar things ſhe taught me to deſpiſe,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>d looke on frailties with unpartiall eies;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>rſuading me, that Hope hath ſtedfaſt root,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ere mans owne induſtrie's aſſiſtant too't:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>wing what Riches ſhould be our delight,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>h namely as no ſoothing Paraſite,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> fawning Sycophant, no mad and rude,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>y ſtupid and ſeditious multitude;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> Orator that gathers from lewd tongues</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>d tales, and heraulds them to others wrongs:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> Tyrant that lies craftily in wait:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>en none of theſe can undermine our ſtate,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>en we are truly rich. Labor hath made</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> able-bodied, whilſt I daily trade</l>
                     <l>this ſmall field, from whence I cannot ſee</l>
                     <l>thouſand ills that in the City bee.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e tooles I worke with plenteouſly ſupplying</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>th needfull things, vpriſing and down lying.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>d therefore <hi>Mercury</hi> returne I entreat,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>re with thee <hi>Plutus</hi> backe to <hi>Ioves</hi> high ſeat;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>th fond delirements let him others charme,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> for my part he never more ſhall harme.</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Not ſo, good man, let me adviſe the beſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>dy thyne owne peace, and let others reſt.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>is peeviſh (rather childiſh) ſpleen forbeare,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>d from myne hand receive god <hi>Plutus</hi> here.</l>
                  <l>man 'tis prophanation to deſpiſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>h bleſſings as <hi>Iove</hi> ſends the Iuſt and Wiſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plut.</speaker>
                  <l>Wilt thou, ô <hi>Timon,</hi> heare me to the end,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ilſt I againſt thee myne owne cauſe defend,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d ſuffer me with patience?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="80" facs="tcp:4265:48"/>
                  <speaker>Timon.</speaker>
                  <l>Speake, but briefly,</l>
                  <l>Avoiding Proëms and preambles, chiefly</l>
                  <l>Vs'd by damn'd Orators: ſee thou be'ſt ſhort,</l>
                  <l>I'le liſten to thee, but thanke <hi>Hermes</hi> for't.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plut.</speaker>
                  <l>More liberty by right I ought to claime,</l>
                  <l>Whom thou of wrongs injuriouſly doſt blame;</l>
                  <l>Thy invective is with bitterneſſe extended,</l>
                  <l>Yet innocent I in nothing have offended,</l>
                  <l>Who thee of all delicious things prouided,</l>
                  <l>At thy free will to be diſpos'd and guided:</l>
                  <l>I was the author and chiefe inſtrument</l>
                  <l>Of thy authoritie and gouernment;</l>
                  <l>I gave thee crownes, and furniſht thee with treaſure,</l>
                  <l>Made thee conſpicuous, to abound in pleaſure.</l>
                  <l>In all rarieties I thee inſtated:</l>
                  <l>By me thou wert obſerv'd, and celebrated.</l>
                  <l>If ſince, ought ill have unto thee betided,</l>
                  <l>(Cauſe thou perhaps my goodneſſe haſt miſguided)</l>
                  <l>By ſeeming friends or ſervants, canſt thou blame</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Plutus</hi> for this? I rather ſhould exclaime</l>
                  <l>On thee, for many contumelies paſt,</l>
                  <l>Powring me out mongſt ſordid knaves ſo faſt:</l>
                  <l>Who only ſweld thee with vain-glorious pride,</l>
                  <l>Deviſing ſtrange preſtigious tricks beſide,</l>
                  <l>Only to draw me from thee. I'th laſt place</l>
                  <l>Where thou haſt utter'd to my foule diſgrace,</l>
                  <l>I left thee in thy want to ſtarve and pine,</l>
                  <l>Be witneſſe <hi>Hermes</hi> if the fault were myne:</l>
                  <l>Who after injuries not to be borne,</l>
                  <l>Didſt caſt me from thee in contempt and ſcorne,</l>
                  <l>Hence comes it, for thy cloake of purple die,</l>
                  <l>Thy late beloved Miſtreſſe <hi>Poverty</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Hath wrapt thee in this skin coat. I atteſt</l>
                  <l>Thee, <hi>Mercury,</hi> how much I was oppreſt:</l>
                  <l>And but that <hi>Iove</hi> commands, by no facilitie</l>
                  <l>Could I be woon to attone this our hoſtilitie.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="81" facs="tcp:4265:48"/>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>But <hi>Plutus</hi> thou now find'ſt how he is chang'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd from his former humor quite eſtrang'd.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>herefore have free commerce, dig <hi>Timon</hi> ſtill,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd in the mean time <hi>Plutus</hi> vſe thy skill,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat as by <hi>Ioves</hi> beheſt thou art aſſign'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> delving deep he may this treaſure finde.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Timon.</speaker>
                  <l>Well <hi>Hermes,</hi> I obey, and am prepar'd</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o be againe made rich: For man 'tis hard</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o wreſtle with the gods. Obſerve, I'ntreat,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>to what miſeries and miſchiefs great</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hou haſt headlong caſt me, who (I vow) vntill</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>his houre liv'd happy, as I might do ſtill.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat ill have I deſerv'd, now to be vext,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d once againe with infinite cares perplext,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap> faſtning on this treaſure?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet take</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>l, I intreat, in good part for my ſake;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>are it, however weighty and indeed</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>moſt intolerable, bee't but to breed</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>vy in thoſe baſe Claw-backs: I mean time</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ving paſt Aetna, muſt Olympus clime.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Plut.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Hee's mounted, hauing left us, making way</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ith his ſwift wings: but thou, ô <hi>Timon,</hi> ſtay</l>
                     <l>Il I depart, and to thy power commit</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>maſſe of wealth, ſolely to manage it.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>t ſtrike hard, harder yet; and now to thee</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>peake, ô Treaſure, moſt obſervant bee</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>to this <hi>Timon,</hi> with what ſpeed thou haſt,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>fer thy ſelfe by him to be embrac't;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>g <hi>Timon</hi> luſtily, thy ſtroke fetch higher,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>d worke apace, 'tis time that I retyre.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o't, my good ſpade, uſe both thy edge and ſtrength,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>d be not too ſoone dull'd, till I at length</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ve from the Earths deep intrals brought aloft</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>y hidden luſtre, and here coucht thee ſoft</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>on this graſſy verdure. O <hi>Iove,</hi> father</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="82" facs="tcp:4265:49"/>
Of prodigies, or what we elſe may gather</l>
                     <l>From thy Divine Pow'r: ô my deareſt friends</l>
                     <l>The <hi>(f) Caribanthes,</hi> how your love extends?</l>
                     <l>And thou light-bearing <hi>Mercury,</hi> behold,</l>
                     <l>And freely tell me, Whence is all this gold?</l>
                     <l>It is ſome dreame, I am deceiv'd, I feare,</l>
                     <l>Theſe are quicke glowing coles new waked here.</l>
                     <l>No ſure, 'tis excellent gold yellow and bright,</l>
                     <l>Moſt raviſhing, all-pleaſing to the ſight,</l>
                     <l>Beautifull Coine: O let me hug thee then,</l>
                     <l>Thou art the goddeſſe of Good-lucke to men:</l>
                     <l>It flames like fire compact, in this huge cluſter</l>
                     <l>Both night and day it keeps it's glorious luſter.</l>
                     <l>Approach to me my Deareſt, how to miſſe thee</l>
                     <l>I know not now: Moſt Amorous let me kiſſe thee.</l>
                     <l>Till now I did not credit what was told</l>
                     <l>Long ſince, That <hi>Iove</hi> himſelfe was chang'd to gold.</l>
                     <l>What preciſe Virgin could retaine the power</l>
                     <l>Not to hold vp to ſuch a golden ſhower?</l>
                     <l>Or being the chaſteſt of all humane daughters,</l>
                     <l>Not meet him dropping through the tiles and rafters.</l>
                     <l>Take <hi>Midas, Croeſus,</hi> and the Magozine</l>
                     <l>Heapt by the offrings made at Delphos ſhrine;</l>
                     <l>Compar'd with this Maſſe they are nothing too't,</l>
                     <l>And take the Perſian Monarchy to boot.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>O Spade, ô Skin-coat, late to me moſt deere,</l>
                     <l>To <hi>Pan</hi> the rurall god I leave you heere.</l>
                     <l>I'le buy a field remote hence, and obſcure,</l>
                     <l>Where having built a ſtrong tower to ſecure.</l>
                     <l>This mountainous heape, I'le ſtudy (being gone)</l>
                     <l>How I may beſt live to my ſelfe alone.</l>
                     <l>There will I build my tombe too, e're I dye,</l>
                     <l>That none may know where <hi>Timons</hi> aſhes lye.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I have decreed, and 'tis eſtabliſht in me,</l>
                     <l>That none from this ſequeſter'd life ſhall win me,</l>
                     <l>Nor hate 'gainſt all mankinde. Henceforth a gueſt,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="83" facs="tcp:4265:49"/>
A friend, or a companion, I proteſt,</l>
                     <l>Are names forgot in me: Th' Altar of <hi>Pitty,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>So much eſteem'd and honor'd in the City,</l>
                     <l>I'le hold as a meere trifle. Commiſeration</l>
                     <l>On thoſe that grieve or make loud acclamation,</l>
                     <l>To give the Needy, or their wants ſupply,</l>
                     <l>Shall be to me as blacke iniquitie.</l>
                     <l>Subverſion of good manners I'le allow,</l>
                     <l>A ſad and ſolitarie life I vow,</l>
                     <l>Such as Wolves leade, bloud-thirſty to the end,</l>
                     <l>For only <hi>Timon</hi> ſhall be <hi>Timons</hi> friend;</l>
                     <l>All elſe my foes, with whom I am at ſtrife,</l>
                     <l>As thoſe that ſtill inſidiate my life:</l>
                     <l>To intercourſe with any that hath bin</l>
                     <l>Before my friend, I le hold a capitall ſin,</l>
                     <l>Deſerving expiation: and the day</l>
                     <l>I hat I incounter Kinſman in my way,</l>
                     <l>I'le thinke unproſp'rous: for no more I paſſe</l>
                     <l>For Man, than ſtatues made of ſtone or braſſe;</l>
                     <l>With ſuch I'le hold no covenant. Solitude</l>
                     <l>Be thou myne aime and end: as for thoſe rude</l>
                     <l>Of myne owne Tribe, Couſins and Nephewes, or</l>
                     <l>Myne owne domeſticke ſervants I abhor;</l>
                     <l>My Country likewiſe: I to all their ſhames</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>hall count them as meere cold and barren names.</l>
                     <l>Th' are mad mens Saints, but trifles to the Wiſe;</l>
                     <l>Be thou alone rich, <hi>Timon,</hi> and deſpiſe</l>
                     <l>All elſe: Thy ſelfe on y thy ſelfe delight,</l>
                     <l>And ſeparated live from the loath'd ſight</l>
                     <l>Of Sycophants, (the remnant of thy daies)</l>
                     <l>Who only ſwell thee vp with tympanous praiſe.</l>
                     <l>Offer thy gifts unto the go<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>s alone,</l>
                     <l>Feaſt with thy ſelfe, be thine owne neighbor, none</l>
                     <l>Neere thee: whate're is thine partic pate</l>
                     <l>Vnto thy proper ends, 'nd Rivals hate.</l>
                     <l>It likewiſe is decreed, That <hi>Timon</hi> will</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="84" facs="tcp:4265:50"/>
Himſelfe uſe gently and humanely ſtill,</l>
                     <l>Be his owne page and ſervant, when his breath</l>
                     <l>Leaves him, his owne eies he will cloſe in death.</l>
                     <l>If love vain-glory, hee'l himſelfe renowne;</l>
                     <l>On his owne head his owne hand place a crowne:</l>
                     <l>No ſtile of honor be to him ſo ſweet,</l>
                     <l>As to be call'd <hi>Miſanthropos,</hi> 'tis meet,</l>
                     <l>Becauſe he hates Mankinde: the Character</l>
                     <l>That in all ages I deſire to weare,</l>
                     <l>Is Difficultie and Aſperitie,</l>
                     <l>Fierceneſſe, Rage, Wrath, and Inhumanitie:</l>
                     <l>For ſhould I ſee a poore wretch wrapt in fire,</l>
                     <l>And he to quench him ſhould my helpe deſire,</l>
                     <l>I would but laugh to ſee him fry and broile,</l>
                     <l>Seeking to feed the flame with pitch and oile.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Againe, f paſſing by a rivers brinke,</l>
                     <l>And ſpying one falne in, ready to ſinke,</l>
                     <l>And holding out his hand imploring aid,</l>
                     <l>Craving to be ſupported up and ſtaid;</l>
                     <l>What in this caſe thinke you would <hi>Timon</hi> do?</l>
                     <l>Even dive his head downe to the bottome too.</l>
                     <l>There are no other lawes confirm'd, than theſe,</l>
                     <l>By <hi>Timon,</hi> ſon to <hi>Echecratides,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Even <hi>Timon</hi> of <hi>Collytte,</hi> with his hand</l>
                     <l>Subſcribes to them, which hee'l not countermand.</l>
                     <l>O now at what a deare rate would I buy,</l>
                     <l>That preſent newes might into Athens fly,</l>
                     <l>And all of them vpon the ſudden know</l>
                     <l>What ſtore I have, how little to beſtow.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>What noiſe was that? See, multitudes come poſting,</l>
                     <l>Clouded in duſt, and breathleſſe, this way coaſting?</l>
                     <l>I wonder how they ſmelt my gold? Were't beſt</l>
                     <l>I clime up to yon hill, from whoſe high creſt</l>
                     <l>I with more eaſe with ſtones may palt them hence?</l>
                     <l>Or ſhall I rather for this once diſpence</l>
                     <l>With my harſh lawes? to ſhew them all my ſtore,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="85" facs="tcp:4265:50"/>
With the bare ſight thereof to vex them more?</l>
                     <l>I hold that beſt; their comming here I'le ſtay:</l>
                     <l>But ſoft, what's he that's formoſt on the way?</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Gnatonides</hi> the Flatterer, who but late</l>
                     <l>When I was in my miſerable eſtate,</l>
                     <l>And beg'd of him ſome food for charitie,</l>
                     <l>Caſt me an halter: yet ingratefull hee</l>
                     <l>A thouſand times hath at my table eaten,</l>
                     <l>I am glad yet he comes firſt, firſt to be beaten.</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Gnaton.</speaker>
                  <l>Did I not ever thinke the gods above</l>
                  <l>Could not neglect, but ſtill this good man love?</l>
                  <l>Haile <hi>Timon,</hi> thou moſt faire, moſt ſweet, moſt kinde,</l>
                  <l>Bounteous, and alwaies of a generous minde.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>Haile too <hi>Gnatonides,</hi> (the corrupteſt ſlave</l>
                  <l>That ever gourmandis'd) what wouldſt thou have,</l>
                  <l>Thou more than many Vultures ſtill devouring?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Gnaton.</speaker>
                  <l>It was his cuſtome alwaies to be pouring</l>
                  <l>Harſh jeaſts vpon his friends; his quicke dicacitie</l>
                  <l>Would evermore be taunting my voracitie,</l>
                  <l>And it becomes him well. Where ſhall we dine,</l>
                  <l>Or whether go to quaffe thy health in wine?</l>
                  <l>I have a new ſong got into my pate,</l>
                  <l>Out of quaint <hi>(p) Dythirambs</hi> I learn'd it late.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Timon.</speaker>
                  <l>But at this time I rather could adviſe</l>
                  <l>That thou wouldſt ſtudy dolefull Elegies,</l>
                  <l>Such as this ſpade can teach.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Gnaton.</speaker>
                  <l>O <hi>Hercules!</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Strikes <hi>Timon</hi> then? with thee, I witneſſe theſe,</l>
                  <l>Before the <hi>Arcopagitae</hi> I</l>
                  <l>Will have thee call'd in Court: ô I ſhall die,</l>
                  <l>See, thou haſt wounded me.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Timon.</speaker>
                  <l>Nay be not gone;</l>
                  <l>Two labors thou mayſt ſave me ſo in one:</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt complaine of murther.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Gnat.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Timon</hi> No:</l>
                  <l>But rather on my broken pate beſtow</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="86" facs="tcp:4265:51"/>
Some of thy gold to apply too't, and be ſure,</l>
                  <l>It's both a ſpeedy and miraculous Cure.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>Still ſtay'ſt thou?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Gnat.</speaker>
                  <l>I am gon. Wondring hee's growne</l>
                  <l>Of late ſo rude, that was ſo civill knowne.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim</speaker>
                  <l>Who's he comes next, all bare and bald before?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Philiades:</speaker>
                  <l>I know him of the ſtore</l>
                  <l>Of Sycophants moſt execrable, who wound</l>
                  <l>Me in not long ſince for a piece of ground,</l>
                  <l>Beſides two talents for his daughters dower,</l>
                  <l>And all that ſubſtance did the ſlave devour,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe he prais'd my ſinging: when the reſt</l>
                  <l>Were ſilent all, he only did proteſt</l>
                  <l>And ſware, that I did admiration breed,</l>
                  <l>Nay, dying Swans in ſweetneſſe much exceed.</l>
                  <l>I ſince being ſicke, deſiring him to have care</l>
                  <l>Over my health, the Villein did not ſpare</l>
                  <l>To ſpurne me from his gate.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Philiades.</speaker>
                  <l>Ingratefull age,</l>
                  <l>Doſt thou at length know <hi>Timon,</hi> he, the ſage</l>
                  <l>And wiſe good man: full well did he requite</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Gnatonides</hi> the ſoothing Paraſite,</l>
                  <l>And Temporiſer, who is only friend</l>
                  <l>To ſuch as of their wealth can know no end.</l>
                  <l>But he hath what he merits, a juſt fate</l>
                  <l>Depending on th' Vnthankfull and Ingrate:</l>
                  <l>But we that have been table-gueſts of old,</l>
                  <l>Equals, and fellow Citiſens, enrold;</l>
                  <l>Who' twixt us interchang'd the name of brother,</l>
                  <l>And were not chargeable one to another,</l>
                  <l>We ſhould renew acquaintance: Sir, God ſave you,</l>
                  <l>And beware henceforth how you do be have you</l>
                  <l>To ſacrilegious Paraſits that appeare</l>
                  <l>Alwaies at banquets and abundant cheare:</l>
                  <l>They are only Smell-feaſts, waiting on the Cooks,</l>
                  <l>But little differing from baſe Crowes and Rooks,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="87" facs="tcp:4265:51"/>
Men are of late ſo'bnoxious vnto crimes,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>here is no truſt to any of theſe times;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nthankfull they are all, and bad: but I</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nowing thy wants, and willing to ſupply</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hy preſent uſes, purpos'd to have brought</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> talent with me; fearing thou hadſt owght</l>
                  <l>To ſome harſh Creditor; or might have need</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or other ends: but by the way indeed,</l>
                  <l>learing to what a ſurpluſage of gaine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hou haſt arriv'd, I held it a thing vaine.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>et cam I of thy bounty to make proofe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd counſell thee of things for thy behoofe:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut needleſſe were it, <hi>Timon</hi> being ſo wiſe,</l>
                  <l>That (if he liv'd) he <hi>Neſtor</hi> might adviſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim</speaker>
                  <l>'Twas kindely done, <hi>Philiades,</hi> come neere</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd ſee what welcome I have for thee heere.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phil.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou wretched churle; what vndeſerved puniſhment</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aſt thou repaid me for my late admoniſhment?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> feare he hath broke my necke.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>Behold a third,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Demeas</hi> the Orator; indeed a Bird</l>
                  <l>Of the ſame feather: he hath bills, records,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ables, a man meerly compos'd of words.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e calls himſelfe my kinſman; who in one day</l>
                  <l>Of myne) to th' Cities Chamber had to pay</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>xteen whole talents, he then in execution:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>et I redeem'd him, and made full ſolution</l>
                  <l>Of all his debts; when he was faſt in hold,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>freed him thence: yet was the ſlave ſo bold,</l>
                  <l>That comming after unto eminent place,</l>
                  <l>Where he with <hi>Erichtheiades</hi> had grace,</l>
                  <l>Who had the charge of the whole Treaſurie,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd mony by account then due to mee)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e being my feed Advocate as then,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>roteſted that I was no Citiſen;</l>
                  <l>Therefore not capable my due to claime:</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="88" facs="tcp:4265:52"/>
Moſt loudly lying without feare or ſhame.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Demeas.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Save thee, ô <hi>Timon,</hi> thou, of all thy race</l>
                     <l>The greateſt ornament and the prime grace,</l>
                     <l>Of the whole State the Columne and the ſtay,</l>
                     <l>By whom protected and ſupported, they</l>
                     <l>Live ſafe: thou art the ſtay of Greece, we know,</l>
                     <l>The people frequently pronounce thee ſo,</l>
                     <l>With either Court: but heare what I have writ</l>
                     <l>In thy great praiſe, and then conſider it.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Timon,</hi> of <hi>Echecratides</hi> the ſon,</l>
                     <l>Borne in <hi>Collytte,</hi> who hath never don</l>
                     <l>But what became him well; who as he was</l>
                     <l>Of unſtain'd life, in wiſedome did ſurpaſſe</l>
                     <l>The Grecian Sages; who from himſelfe did ſteale</l>
                     <l>His pretious houres, to benefit the Weale.</l>
                     <l>He was ſo good a Patriot, beſides ſtrong,</l>
                     <l>And from th' Olympicke wreſtling brought along</l>
                     <l>Great honors by his ſwiftneſſe, by his force,</l>
                     <l>The foure wheeld Chariot and the ſingle horſe.</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>I have not ſo much as ſpectator bin</l>
                  <l>Of what thou ſayſt I am ſo eminent in.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Demeas.</speaker>
                  <l>All's one for that, we Orators are free,</l>
                  <l>And what's not yet done may hereafter be:</l>
                  <l>Theſe are but things of courſe, and aptly fitted,</l>
                  <l>I ſee no reaſon they ſhould be omitted.</l>
                  <l>But the laſt yeare, no longer ſince, how well</l>
                  <l>Did he demeane himſelfe, nay how excell,</l>
                  <l>When he againſt the <hi>Achernenſes</hi> fought,</l>
                  <l>And their great army vnto ruin brought?</l>
                  <l>The Spartans in two battels he ſubdu'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Timon.</speaker>
                  <l>How can theſe be? Do not my ſence delude:</l>
                  <l>I never being ſouldier, nor had minde,</l>
                  <l>Or the leaſt purpoſe to be ſo inclin'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Demeas.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis modeſtie in you, I muſt confeſſe,</l>
                  <l>To be ſo ſparing of your worthineſſe.</l>
                  <l>But as for us, we ſhould be moſt ingrate,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="89" facs="tcp:4265:52"/>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> we your great worth did not celebrate.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eſides, in Lawes, which (truly underſtood)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ave been inacted for the publique good;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n privat conſultations about war</l>
                  <l>Or peace, he did tranſcend all others far,</l>
                  <l>And brought unto the publique State ſuch profit,</l>
                  <l>That there is none can ſpeake too loudly of it.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or theſe juſt cauſes it is held convenient,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd by the Lords and Commons thought expedient,</l>
                  <l>Being a man ſo generally reſpected)</l>
                  <l>To have a golden ſtatue erected</l>
                  <l>To this great Commonwealths man <hi>Timon,</hi> grac'd</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o far, as to be next <hi>Minerva</hi> plac'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n her owne Temple, ſhaking in his hand</l>
                  <l>As imitating <hi>Iove)</hi> a fulminous brand,</l>
                  <l>Bright raies about his head, and at the leaſt,</l>
                  <l>Deckt with ſeven Crownes, to have his name inereaſt.</l>
                  <l>Next, to have all his glories open laide</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n the new Tragedies to <hi>Bacchus</hi> made.</l>
                  <l>Theſe ſolemne Sacreds muſt be kept this day,</l>
                  <l>And who more fit than he to act them, pray?</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>emect</hi> to this decree doth firſt ſubſcribe,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe he counts himſelfe of <hi>Timons</hi> tribe,</l>
                  <l>His neere Ally and kinſman, or indeed</l>
                  <l>His ſcholler rather, for he doth exceed</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n learning the ſuperlative degree,</l>
                  <l>As being all what he can wiſh to bee.</l>
                  <l>This is the generall ſuffrage, and thy due:</l>
                  <l>But how had I forgot? that to thy view</l>
                  <l>I did not bring my ſon and heire, the ſame</l>
                  <l>Whom I have ſince calld <hi>Timon,</hi> by thy name.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>How can that be, ô <hi>Demeas,</hi> when thou haſt</l>
                  <l>No wife at all, pretending to live chaſt?</l>
                  <l>Thou art a Batchelor.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Dem.</speaker>
                  <l>Tuſh, do not feare,</l>
                  <l>My purpoſe is to marry the next yeare.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="90" facs="tcp:4265:53"/>
If heaven permit, and thou ſhalt heare relation,</l>
                  <l>That all my ſtudy ſhall be procreation.</l>
                  <l>Then my firſt Borne (a boy it ſhall be ſure)</l>
                  <l>I'le <hi>Timon</hi> call, to make thy name endure.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>But if in this ſad ſtroke I not miſcarry,</l>
                  <l>'Twill be a doubt if euer thou ſhalt marry.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Demeas.</speaker>
                  <l>O me, what means this out-rage? art thou wiſe</l>
                  <l>That doſt upon thy friends thus tyranniſe?</l>
                  <l>To beat him hence, that hath more quicke conceit</l>
                  <l>And apprehenſion in this broken pate,</l>
                  <l>Than thou in thy great Mazard: neither can</l>
                  <l>This iuſtifie thee for an honeſt man,</l>
                  <l>Or a good Citiſen: This out-rage don,</l>
                  <l>Shall queſtion thee before the ſetting Sun;</l>
                  <l>For I dare juſtifie, thou durſt aſpire</l>
                  <l>To ſet the Cities Citadel on fire.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>That calumny will to thyne owne ſhame turne,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe the place hath not been ſeen to burne.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Dem.</speaker>
                  <l>But being rich, it may ſuſpected bee,</l>
                  <l>That thou haſt robd the common Treaſurie.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>The bolts and locks are whole, and 'twill appeare</l>
                  <l>Moſt vile to ſuch as ſhall thy ſcandals heare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Dem.</speaker>
                  <l>It may be rob'd hereafter; i'th mean time</l>
                  <l>Thou thus poſſeſt art guilty of that crime.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>Mean time take that, 'twill ſpeed thee if 't hit righ</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Dem.</speaker>
                  <l>O me; that blow 'twixt neck and ſhoulders light</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Sh<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>eeke not ſo loud, ô <hi>Demeas,</hi> if thou doſt,</l>
                     <l>Here's a third for thee. Me-thinks it were moſt</l>
                     <l>Ridiculous, that being unweapon'd, I</l>
                     <l>Two mighty Spartan armies made to fly,</l>
                     <l>And one poore ſnake not vanquiſh: ſo in vain</l>
                     <l>The honors from Olympus I ſhould gaine,</l>
                     <l>To championiſe and wreſtle. Soft, what's he?</l>
                     <l>Grave <hi>Thraſicles</hi> the Sophiſt it ſhould be:</l>
                     <l>The ſame; I know him by his promiſſe beard,</l>
                     <l>And beetle browes: Some things that are not heard</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="91" facs="tcp:4265:53"/>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap> mutters to himſelfe, and his ſquint eye</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ſts towards the Moone, as ſhould his wits there lye:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>s unſhorne haire beneath his ſhoulders flowing,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>bout him ſcatter'd with continuall blowing:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ke <hi>Boreas</hi> or ſome <hi>Tryton</hi> he appeares;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>t ſuch as <hi>Zeuxes</hi> (ſince not many yeares)</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> tables us'd to figure them. Now hee,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> habit rare and thin, makes toward mee,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>cing a modeſt, but affected gate,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap> if he had new crochets in his pate.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>uſeth too: wonder you would to heare</l>
                     <l>in every morning, with a looke auſtere,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>ſpute of Vertue and her excellent qualitie,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>eproving all delights, only frugalitie,</l>
                     <l>Which he affects) extolling. His firſt care</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> firſt to waſh, then inſtantly prepare</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>imſelfe to meat, but at ſome others charge.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap> ſoone as ſet, the boy brings him a large</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd brim-filld bowle; no liquor him can ſcape,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> it be ſtrong and preſt from the pure Grape,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ike <hi>Lethe's</hi> water, downe the wine he poures</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>is yawning throat; talks, At his early houres</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>hat his Poſitions were and Diſputations;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>roubling the hearers with his vain narrations.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ow he begins to gourmandiſe, and ſits</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ouering vppon the choice and fatteſt bits,</l>
                     <l>As if the table could not roome afford)</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e ſtrikes his neighbors elbow from the bord,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> earneſt feeding; crums hang on his beard;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ith ſeverall ſaucers all his chaps are ſmear'd.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>eing almoſt gorg'd, vpon the fruits he flies,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd almoſt groveling o're the platters lies;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>umbling and ſearching with inſatiat minde,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>s if in them he vertue hop'd to finde.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ith his long finger having ſcrap'd the diſh,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd ſlapt up all the ſauce of fleſh or fiſh,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="92" facs="tcp:4265:54"/>
So cleane, that not a waiter, ſparelier fed,</l>
                     <l>Shall have ought left wherein to dip his bread:</l>
                     <l>Still ſits he as his greaſie fiſts have ſhap'd him,</l>
                     <l>Vext, that ſome glorious morſell hath eſcap'd him;</l>
                     <l>Though he alone whole cuſtards hath devour'd,</l>
                     <l>And his wide throat with tarts and marchpanes ſcour'd</l>
                     <l>Yet hee's not ſatisfy'd, although at leaſt</l>
                     <l>He hath gormandiz'd a whole hog at a feaſt.</l>
                     <l>Now the beſt fruits that grow from this voracitie,</l>
                     <l>Is to be loud, and prate with great audacitie.</l>
                     <l>His guts full ſtuft, and braines well toxt with wine,</l>
                     <l>Himſelfe he ſpruceth, ſtudieth to be fine;</l>
                     <l>Either prepares his ſquealing voice to ſing,</l>
                     <l>Or dancing, hops about as he would fling</l>
                     <l>His gouty legs off from his rotten thighes.</l>
                     <l>Wearied with theſe, againe he doth deviſe</l>
                     <l>Of new diſcourſe, and that muſt chiefly bee</l>
                     <l>Of temperance and grave ſobrietie.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Now is he made a ſport to all the Bord,</l>
                     <l>Stammers and liſps, ſpeaks not a ready word;</l>
                     <l>Then drinks even unto vomit: Laſt of all,</l>
                     <l>To take the naſty fellow thence they call.</l>
                     <l>Then there's with both hands lifting; loth he leaves</l>
                     <l>The place, and unto ſome ſhe Minſtrell cleaves,</l>
                     <l>Ready to raviſh her in all their view,</l>
                     <l>To ſhew that Luſt doth Drunkenneſſe purſue;</l>
                     <l>Nay in his beſt ſobrietie applying</l>
                     <l>Himſelfe to boldneſſe, avarice, and lying;</l>
                     <l>In which none can out-match him, hee's a Chiefe</l>
                     <l>Both with the ſoothing flatterer and Thiefe:</l>
                     <l>For perjurie there's no man that tranſcends him,</l>
                     <l>Impoſture uſhers, Impudence attends him.</l>
                     <l>He is an Object of meere obſeruation,</l>
                     <l>Or (truly lookt into) of admiration;</l>
                     <l>A ſpectacle of ſcorne, that wonder brings,</l>
                     <l>Being made complete from meere imperfect things:</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="93" facs="tcp:4265:54"/>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ll his imperfections, more or leſſe,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ming a kinde of modeſty to expreſſe.</l>
                     <l>Moſt ſtrange! O <hi>Thraſicles,</hi> What make you here?</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Thraſicles.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Not with the minde of others I appeare,</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Timon,</hi> who come flocking to behold</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ee and thy mighty Magozin of gold,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="3 letters">
                           <desc>•••</desc>
                        </gap>haps to ſteale and pilpher, to be gueſts</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>uſive to thy table and thy feaſts;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o daub thee with pyde flatteries, that indeed</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap> a man ſimple, and doſt Counſell need;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>rainleſſe Prodigall, wholly given to waſt,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ily parting with what coine thou haſt.</l>
                     <l>Beſides, thou art not ignorant, I am ſure,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>at ſpare and thirfty dyet I endure,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e Chop or Fragment beſt with me agreeing,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>n juſt ſo much as will maintaine a Beeing:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap> onion is a meat to taſte my pallat,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> a few water Creſſes a choice ſallat;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>ttle ſalt caſt on them, then 'tis rare,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> I account it moſt delicious fare.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> thirſt th' Athenian fountaine ſates and fills,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ich by ſeven cocks it plenteouſly diſtills.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>s thred-bare cloake by me is prizd more hye</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>an the beſt robe dipt in the Tyrian dye:</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> Gold, thou knowſt that I eſteem't no more</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>n I do pebbles ſcatter'd on the ſhore.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>et for thy ſake I hither made acceſſe,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ing thy wealth, thy goodneſſe might oppreſſe;</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>g corrupt and vile in it's owne beeing,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> no way with thy temperature agreeing,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> rout of irrecoverable ills,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>ich ſeeming moſt to comfort, ſooneſt kills.</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ul'd by me, Go inſtantly and caſt</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap> the Ocean all the wealth thou haſt:</l>
                     <l>at need of Gold, when all things we ſupply</l>
                     <l>contemplation of Philoſophy?</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="94" facs="tcp:4265:55"/>
But caſt it not into the depth I prethes,</l>
                     <l>But neere the ſhore, when only I am with thee;</l>
                     <l>Enough 'tis if the wave but overflow it,</l>
                     <l>To cover it, and (ſave my ſelfe) none know it.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>If this diſlike thee, that thou holdſt it vaine,</l>
                     <l>I have another project in my braine,</l>
                     <l>And 't may prove the beſt courſe; From forth thy do<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>
                     </l>
                     <l>Precipitate and tumble all thy ſtore;</l>
                     <l>And to expreſſe a pure abſtemious minde,</l>
                     <l>Of all thy Maſſe leave not a piece behinde.</l>
                     <l>There is a third way (like the ſecond) ſpeedy,</l>
                     <l>Namely, by diſtributing to the needy;</l>
                     <l>Who in all eares ſhall thy donation ſound:</l>
                     <l>To him fiue drachma's, give that man a pound,</l>
                     <l>A talent to another. If by chance,</l>
                     <l>Philoſophers of auſtere countenance</l>
                     <l>Hither to taſte thy largeſſe ſhall repaire,</l>
                     <l>Give ſuch a double, nay a treble ſhare,</l>
                     <l>As to the men moſt worthy. This (alaſſe)</l>
                     <l>I for myne owne part ſpeake not, but to paſſe</l>
                     <l>Thy bounty unto others that more need,</l>
                     <l>And would be thankfull, of thy gift to feed.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>For my particular uſe I crave no more</l>
                     <l>Than ſo much at this preſent from thy ſtore</l>
                     <l>As would but fill my Scrip, the bulke being ſmall,</l>
                     <l>Holds two Aegina buſhels, and that's all:</l>
                     <l>To be content with little, moderation</l>
                     <l>And temperance becomes men of my faſhion:</l>
                     <l>We Sophiſts, that in wiſedome all out-ſtrip,</l>
                     <l>Should aime at nothing further than our Scrip.</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>All that thou ſpeakſt I <hi>(Thraſicles)</hi> allow;</l>
                  <l>Yet e're I fill thy wallet, heare me now,</l>
                  <l>I'le ſtuffe thy head with tumors, having made</l>
                  <l>True meaſure of thy skull with this my ſpade.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Thraſic.</speaker>
                  <l>O Liberty! ô Lawes! neere a free City,</l>
                  <l>Thus to be us'd by one devoid of pitty!</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="95" facs="tcp:4265:55"/>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>Why, <hi>Thraſicles,</hi> thus angry doſt thou ſhow thee?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ave I not paid thee the full debt I owe thee?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ay but a little, and t' expreſſe my love,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ure meaſures thou ſhalt have o're and above.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat further buſineſſe have we now in breeding?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ultitudes hither flocke, in throngs exceeding;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ere's <hi>Blepſias, Laches, Cniphon,</hi> and in brief,</l>
                  <l>thouſand more that haſten to their grief,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> if they ran for blowes; ſee how they flocke:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>herefore I'le clyme to th' higheſt part of this rocke,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>old that courſe is for the preſent beſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd to my wearied ſpade to give ſome reſt:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f ſcatter'd ſtones I'le gather me an heape,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd from that place I'le make them skip and leape,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>uring my haile on them.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Blepſ.</speaker>
                  <l>Hurle not, we pray,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Timon,</hi> inſtantly wee'l trudge away.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Tim.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet thou ſhalt with difficultie doo't,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ithout ſome bloud-ſhed and deep wounds to boot.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="5" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="96" facs="tcp:4265:56"/>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument of the Dialogue intitu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>led IVPITER and GA<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>NIMEDE.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>IOves Maſculine love this Fable reprehends,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And wanton dotage on the Trojan Boy.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Shap'd like an Eagle, he from th'earth aſcends,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And beares through th'aire his new</hi> Delight <hi>and</hi> Ioy.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>In Ganimed</hi>'s <hi>expreſt a ſimple Swaine,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Who would leave Heaven, to live on Earth againe.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupiter.</speaker>
                  <l>NOw kiſſe me, lovely <hi>Ganimed,</hi> for ſee,</l>
                  <l>Wee are at length arriv'd where w<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> would bee:</l>
                  <l>I have no crooked beak, no tallons ke<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>No wings or feathers are about me ſeen;</l>
                  <l>I am not ſuch as I but late appear'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganimed.</speaker>
                  <l>But were not you that Eagle who late fear'd</l>
                  <l>And ſnatcht me from my flocke? where is become</l>
                  <l>That ſhape? you ſpeake now, who but late were dumb</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupit.</speaker>
                  <l>I am no man, faire Youth, as I appeare,</l>
                  <l>Nor Eagle, to aſtoniſh thee with feare:</l>
                  <l>But King of all the gods, who for ſome reaſon</l>
                  <l>Have by my power tranſhap't me for a ſeaſon.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="97" facs="tcp:4265:56"/>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>What's that you ſay? you are not <hi>Pan,</hi> I know:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>here's the<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g> your pipe? or where your horns, ſhould grow</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>on your temples? where your hairy thighes?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupiter.</speaker>
                  <l>Thinks <hi>Ganimed</hi> that godhood only lies rurall <hi>Pan?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>Why not? I know him one:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e Shepheards ſacrifice to him alone.</l>
                  <l>ſpotted Goat into ſome cave we drive,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>d then he ſeiſeth on the beaſt alive.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ou art but ſome Childe-ſtealer, that's thy beſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupit.</speaker>
                  <l>Haſt thou not heard of any man conteſt</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Ioves</hi> great Name? nor his rich Altar view'd</l>
                  <l>Gargarus, with plenteous ſhowres bedew'd?</l>
                  <l>here ſeen his fire and thunder?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>Do you then</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ffirme your ſelfe the ſame, who on us men</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> late pour'd haile-ſtones? he that dwells above us,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d there makes noiſe; yet ſome will ſay doth love vs?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> whom my Father did obſervance yeeld,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d ſacrific'd the beſt Ram in the field.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>y then (if you of all the gods be chiefe)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ve you, by ſtealing me, thus play'd the thiefe;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>en in my abſence the poore ſheep may ſtray,</l>
                  <l>the wilde ravenous Wolves ſnatch them away?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupit.</speaker>
                  <l>Yet haſt thou care of Lambs, of Folds, of ſheep,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>at now art made immortall, and muſt keep <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ietie with Vs?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>I no way can</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>nceive you. Will you play the honeſt man, <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d beare me backe to Ida?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>So in vaine</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ap'd me like an Eagle, if againe <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ould returne thee backe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>My father, he</l>
                  <l>this hath made inquirie after me; <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d if the leaſt of all the flocke be eaten,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="98" facs="tcp:4265:57"/>
I in his rage am moſt ſure to be beat.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Where ſhall he finde thee?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>That's the thing I feare,</l>
                  <l>He never can clime up to meet me here,</l>
                  <l>But if thou beeſt a good god, let me paſſe</l>
                  <l>Into the mount of Ida where I was:</l>
                  <l>And then I le offer, in my thankfull piety,</l>
                  <l>Another well fed Goat unto thy diety,</l>
                  <l>(As price of my redemption) three yeares old,</l>
                  <l>And now the chiefe and prime in all the fold.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>How ſimple is this innocent Lad? a meere</l>
                  <l>Innocuous childe. But <hi>Ganimed</hi> now heare.</l>
                  <l>Bury the thoughts of all ſuch terren droſſe,</l>
                  <l>Thinke Ida and thy fathers flocks no loſſe:</l>
                  <l>Thou now art heavenly, and much grace mayſt do</l>
                  <l>Vnto thy father and thy country too.</l>
                  <l>No more of cheeſe and milke from henceforth thinke,</l>
                  <l>Ambroſia thou ſhalt eat, and Nectar drinke,</l>
                  <l>Which thy faire hands in flowing cups ſhalt fill</l>
                  <l>To me and others, but atte<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>d us ſtill;</l>
                  <l>And (that which moſt ſhould moove thee) make thy' abo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>Where thou art now, thou ſhalt be made a god,</l>
                  <l>No more be mortall, and thy glorious ſtar</l>
                  <l>Shine with refulgence, and be ſeen from far.</l>
                  <l>Here thou art ever happy.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>But I pray,</l>
                  <l>When I would ſport me; who is here to play?</l>
                  <l>For when in Ida I did call for any,</l>
                  <l>Both of my age and growth it yeelded many.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Play-fellowes for thee I will likewiſe finde,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Cupid,</hi> with divers others to thy minde,</l>
                  <l>And ſuch as are both of thy yeares and ſiſe,</l>
                  <l>To ſport with thee all what thou canſt deviſe:</l>
                  <l>Only be bold and pleaſant, and then know</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt have need of nothing that's below.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>But here no ſervice I can do indeed,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="99" facs="tcp:4265:57"/>
Vnleſſe in heaven you had ſome flocks to feed.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Yes, thou to me ſhalt fill celeſtiall wine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd wait upon me when in ſtate I dine:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hen learne to ſerve in banquets.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim</speaker>
                  <l>That I can</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ready, without help of any man:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>r I uſe ever when we dine or ſup,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o poure out milke, and crowne the paſtorall cup.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Fie, how thou ſtill remember'ſt milke and beaſts,</l>
                  <l>if thou wert to ſerve at mortall Feaſts:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ow, this is heaven, be merry then and laugh;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hen thou art thirſty thou ſhalt Nectar quaffe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>Is it ſo ſweet as milke?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>Pris'd far before,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hich taſted once, milke thou wilt aske no more.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>Where ſhall I ſleep a nights? what, muſt I ly</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>h my companion <hi>Cupid?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>So then I</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>vaine had rap'd thee: but I from thy ſheep</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> purpoſe ſtole thee, by my ſide to ſleep.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>Can you not lie alone? but will your reſt</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>me ſweeter, if I nuzzle on your breſt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Yes, being a childe ſo faire:</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>How can you thinke</l>
                  <l>beauty, whil'ſt you cloſe your eies and winke?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>It is a ſweet inticement, to increaſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ntented reſt, when our deſire's at peace.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>I, but my father every morne would chide,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d ſay, thoſe nights he lodg'd me by his ſide</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>uch diſturb'd his reſt; tumbling and <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>oſſing</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>wart the bed, my little legs ſtill croſſing</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> either kicking this way, that way ſprawling,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f hee but remov'd me, ſtraitwaies yawling:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> grumbling in my dreams, (for ſo he ſed)</l>
                  <l>oft times ſent me to my mothers bed:</l>
                  <l>then would ſhe complaine vpon me worſe.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="100" facs="tcp:4265:58"/>
Then if for that you ſtole me, the beſt courſe</l>
                  <l>Is even to ſend me backe againe; for I</l>
                  <l>Am ever ſo unruly where I lie,</l>
                  <l>Wallowing and tumbling, and ſuch coile I keep,</l>
                  <l>That I ſhall but diſturb you in your ſleep.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupit.</speaker>
                  <l>In that the greater pleaſure I ſhall take,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe I love ſtill to be kept awake.</l>
                  <l>I ſhall embrace and kiſſe thee then the ofter,</l>
                  <l>And by that means my bed ſeem much the ſofter.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ganim.</speaker>
                  <l>But whilſt you wake I'le ſleepe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Mercury,</hi> ſee</l>
                  <l>This Lad ſtraight taſte of immortalitie;</l>
                  <l>And making him of ſervice capable,</l>
                  <l>Let him be brought to wait on us at table.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="6" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="101" facs="tcp:4265:58"/>
            <head>IVPITER <hi>and</hi> IVNO.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument of the Dialogue.</head>
               <l>IVno <hi>of</hi> Ganimed <hi>is iealous growne,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And much vpbraids</hi> Iove <hi>with the Phrygian Swaine;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>illing (before him) to prefer her owne:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d therefore blames her husband, but in vaine.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Although this Fable to the gods extends,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Baſe ſordid luſt in man it reprehends.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGUE. <ptr target="#S13368.NOTE5"/>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="3 letters">
                        <desc>•••</desc>
                     </gap>o.</speaker>
                  <l>SInce this yong Trojan Swain to heav'n thou haſt brought,</l>
                  <l>O <hi>Iupiter,</hi> thou ſet'ſt thy Wife at nought.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Jupit.</speaker>
                  <l>Of him too art thou jealous, a poore Swaine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ough beautifull, yet innocent and plaine?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s in hope thou only hadſt a ſpleen</l>
                  <l>women, ſuch as I before have been</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>miliar with.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Nor haſt thou made expreſſion</l>
                  <l>thy great deitie in ſuch tranſgreſſion,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>r done ſuch things as have thee well beſeem'd;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o being a god above the reſt eſteem'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="102" facs="tcp:4265:59"/>
Deſcendeſt downe to earth, making it full</l>
                  <l>Of thy Adulteries: ſom imes like a Bull;</l>
                  <l>Then like a golden Showre, and keeping ſtill</l>
                  <l>Thoſe Proſtitutes below to ſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>te thy will.</l>
                  <l>But now againe, Thou, mightieſt of the dieties,</l>
                  <l>Leſt that there ſhould be end of thy impieties;</l>
                  <l>Being now inflam'd with an unheard deſire,</l>
                  <l>Haſt this yong Phrygian Lad ſnatcht from his Sire,</l>
                  <l>Brought hither to out-brave me, and ſet ods</l>
                  <l>Betwixt us, filling Nect<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>r to the gods.</l>
                  <l>Is there ſuch want of Cup bearers? or weary</l>
                  <l>Is <hi>Hebe</hi> yet, or <hi>Vulcan,</hi> to make merry</l>
                  <l>Thy Gu<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ſts inv<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ed? that no ſo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ner thou</l>
                  <l>Tak'ſt from his hand the bowle, but ſtraight to bow</l>
                  <l>And kiſſe his ſweet lip, nay in all our ſight:</l>
                  <l>In that kiſſe ſeeming to take more delight,</l>
                  <l>Than in the Nectar drunke: but which is worſt,</l>
                  <l>Oft callſt for drinke when there's no cauſe of thirſt;</l>
                  <l>And as in ſport (but ſipping) thy arme ſtretcheſt,</l>
                  <l>And the full Chalice to the Wanton reacheſt,</l>
                  <l>And he but taſting, as ſhall pleaſe him beſt,</l>
                  <l>Then to his health carowſeſt all the reſt;</l>
                  <l>And in the ſame place where his lip did touch,</l>
                  <l>Thou tak'ſt thy draught, thy lewd deſire is ſuch,</l>
                  <l>With heedfulneſſe and care noting the brim,</l>
                  <l>So, at once kiſſing both the cup and him.</l>
                  <l>Not long ſince too, this King and potent Father</l>
                  <l>Of men and all mortalitie, the rather</l>
                  <l>To ſport with him, his Scepter laid aſide,</l>
                  <l>And thunders, with which late he terrify'de</l>
                  <l>The lower world. And ſpeake, was not this wrong</l>
                  <l>To a Brow ſo great? a Beard ſo full and long?</l>
                  <l>All this I have ſeen, all theſe I have endur'd,</l>
                  <l>And nothing's done that is to me obſcur'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupiter.</speaker>
                  <l>Why's this to thee ſo grievous, ô my wife,</l>
                  <l>That it ſhould raiſe betwixt us the leaſt ſtrife?</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="103" facs="tcp:4265:59"/>
That a yong Lad, ſo f<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ire and ſweet as this,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hould pleaſe me both with Nectar and a kiſſe?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>houldſt thou but taſte thoſe lips (which I am Ioth)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hou wouldſt not blame me to prefer them both</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>efore all Nectar and Ambroſia too;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ay, if thou didſt, even ſo thy ſelfe would doo.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>Theſe are the words of maſculine love, much hated,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> or am I mad, to be degenerated</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> baſe effeminacies as to take delight</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> the loath'd kiſſes of a Catamite.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Pray (you moſt generous) do not ſo deprave</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hoſe loves and pleaſures I am pleas'd to have:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>his pretty ſweet effeminat Lad to me</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> dearer far—but I'le not anger thee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>I wiſh in my place you had that Lad wedded,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ith whom you ofter than with me have bedded</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nce his arrive: your loath'd wife ſhall bethinke her,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ow better to behave her toward your Skinker.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Is't only fit, <hi>Vulcan</hi> thy ſon ſhould fill</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ectar, who being lame is apt to ſpell;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd bluntly running from the furnace, ſmells</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> ſmoke, duſt, ſweat, and what I know not elſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ith ſparks ſcarce quencht, before the gods to ſtand,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s ſooty tongs new laid out of his hand,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o take from him the goblet? which being done,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o embrace, then kiſſe thy moſt deformed ſonne;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hom ſcarcely thou his mother wouldſt ſo grace,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aring his ſmudg'd lips ſhould begrime thy face.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he that only ſweet Youth muſt adorne</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he gods high banquets, being made their ſcorne?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d therefore muſt this Phrygian be confin'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>cauſe hee's cleare in looks, as pure in mind?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hoſe face ſo ſmooth, whoſe tongue doth ſo excell,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d in all points becomes the place ſo well.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t that which moſt torments thee, ſince his kiſſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ny degrees more ſweet than Nectar is:</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="104" facs="tcp:4265:60"/>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>Now <hi>Vulcan</hi> vnto thee (ô <hi>Iove)</hi> ſeems lame,</l>
                  <l>His forge, his apron, tongs, and tooles, thy ſhame:</l>
                  <l>What naſtineſſe? What loathſomneſſe? but hee</l>
                  <l>Now at this inſtant doth appeare to thee</l>
                  <l>Infected with; whilſt thou before thee haſt</l>
                  <l>That faire fac'd Trojan Lad? but in times paſt,</l>
                  <l>None of this foule deformitie was ſeen,</l>
                  <l>No ſparks, no ſoot, no duſt to move thy ſpleen:</l>
                  <l>His furnace in thoſe daies did not affright thee,</l>
                  <l>But then his filling Nectar much delight thee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupit.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou mak'ſt thy ſelfe ſicke of thine old diſeaſe,</l>
                  <l>O <hi>Iuno,</hi> and this Trojan doth more pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe of him th'art jealous: if thou ſcorne</l>
                  <l>From him to take the Cup; of thy ſelfe borne</l>
                  <l>Thou haſt to fill thee, <hi>Vulcan,</hi> one ſo ſmug,</l>
                  <l>As if he gap'd ſtill for his mothers dug.</l>
                  <l>But thou, ô <hi>Ganimed,</hi> to me alone</l>
                  <l>Reach the rich bowle. Two kiſſes for that one</l>
                  <l>I'le give thee ſtill, when I receive it firſt,</l>
                  <l>And when returne it, having quencht my thirſt,</l>
                  <l>Why weep'ſt thou? feare not, they that mean thee harm</l>
                  <l>Miſchiefe are ſure to taſte. Sweet boy thyne arme.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="7" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="105" facs="tcp:4265:60"/>
            <head>IVPITER and CVPID.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>GReat</hi> Iupiter <hi>on wanton</hi> Love <hi>hath ſeis'd,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Ripping up iniuries before time done;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And hardly is the Thunderers rage appeas'd,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut holds him faſt that is about to runne.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he childiſh wag ſubmiſſive language uſeth,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd with what art he can himſelfe excuſeth.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE. <ptr target="#S13368.NOTE6"/>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cupid.</speaker>
                  <l>WHerein have I, ô <hi>Iupiter,</hi> tranſgreſt;</l>
                  <l>That by thy pow'r I ſhould be thus oppreſt?</l>
                  <l>Being a childe, and therefore ſimple?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupiter.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> childe at theſe yeares, <hi>Cupid?</hi> who I vow,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>rt older than <hi>Iapetus,</hi> hop'ſt thou to win</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>avor, becauſe no haire vpon thy chin</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ppeares? and thou art beardleſſe? but beguild</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>uſt we be ſtill in holding thee a childe?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eing both old and craſie?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cup.</speaker>
                  <l>I pray tell</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>his ſubtill old man, whom you know ſo well,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat wrong he'hath done, that you would bind him?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>See,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="106" facs="tcp:4265:61"/>
Thou wretch, doſt thinke it a ſmall injurie,</l>
                  <l>To make me ſuch a mockerie and a jeſt</l>
                  <l>To all men: that a god ſhould to a beaſt</l>
                  <l>Tranſhape himſelfe: into a Satyre, than</l>
                  <l>Into a Bull, an Eagle, and a Swan:</l>
                  <l>Next to a golden Showre? all theſe th'haſt made me.</l>
                  <l>But that wherein thou chiefely haſt betrayd me,</l>
                  <l>My will by force or ſleight I muſt obtaine,</l>
                  <l>But never love, to be belov'd againe:</l>
                  <l>Nor by thy power have I more gratious been</l>
                  <l>To my wife <hi>Iuno</hi> the celeſtiall Queen;</l>
                  <l>But forc'd to uſe preſtigious ſtrange diſguiſe,</l>
                  <l>In all my ſcapes to hide me from her eies.</l>
                  <l>Beſides, our mutuall pleaſures are not full,</l>
                  <l>They only kiſſe an Eagle or a Bull:</l>
                  <l>But ſhould I in my perſonall ſhape appeare,</l>
                  <l>Even at my ſight (poore things) they die with feare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cupid.</speaker>
                  <l>That only ſhewes thy power and divine might,</l>
                  <l>Since mortall eies cannot endure thy ſight.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>How comes it, <hi>Hyacinthus</hi> is ſo deare,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Branchus.</hi> to <hi>Apollo?</hi> Is his Spheare</l>
                  <l>More bright than ours? yet they about him cling,</l>
                  <l>In his owne ſhape.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cup.</speaker>
                  <l>But <hi>Daphne</hi> that coy thing,</l>
                  <l>Though he ſhew'd yong and beardleſſe, his cheeks red,</l>
                  <l>And each way lovely, his embraces fled.</l>
                  <l>If <hi>love</hi> then would be amorous, and apply</l>
                  <l>Himſelfe to Love, his ſhield he muſt lay by,</l>
                  <l>And fearefull thunders, ſmoothly kembe his haire,</l>
                  <l>And part it both waies, to appeare more faire:</l>
                  <l>Weare on h<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s head a Chaplet for a Crowne,</l>
                  <l>And flowing from his ſhoulders a looſe gowne</l>
                  <l>Dy'd in Sidonian purple: on his feet</l>
                  <l>Sandals, whoſe the with golden buckles meet:</l>
                  <l>Vnto the Pipe and Timbrell learne to dance,</l>
                  <l>And foot it to them finely: ſo by chance</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="107" facs="tcp:4265:61"/>
More glorious Beauties may to him incline,</l>
                  <l>Than <hi>Menades</hi> attend the god of Wine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Away: I more eſteeme my regall ſtate,</l>
                  <l>Than to appeare ſo poorely effeminate:</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cup.</speaker>
                  <l>Love not at all, and that's more eaſie far.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Yes, love I muſt, whil'ſt here ſuch Beauties ar,</l>
                  <l>And gaine them with leſſe trouble, mauger thee.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o for this time be gon.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cup.</speaker>
                  <l>I now am free.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="8" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="108" facs="tcp:4265:62"/>
            <head>VULCAN <hi>and</hi> APOLLO</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>'Twixt</hi> Vulcan <hi>and</hi> Apollo <hi>ſpeech is held</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Of yong</hi> Cillenius, Maia's <hi>new-borne ſon;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>How he in cheats and theevings hath exceld:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Relating ſtrange things in his cradle done.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Since whom, all infants borne beneath his ſtar,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>In craft and guile exceed all others far.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulcan.</speaker>
                  <l>HAſt thou not ſeen <hi>(Apollo)</hi> the yong Brat<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>So late brought forth by lovely <hi>Maia?</hi> tha<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>Looks in his ſwathes ſo beautifully faire</l>
                  <l>Snarling on all ſuch as about him are;</l>
                  <l>Whom no one that beholds him, but ſurmiſes</l>
                  <l>That he is borne for ſome great enterpriſes?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>Shall I (ô <hi>Vulcan)</hi> him an infant call?</l>
                  <l>Or thinke him borne for any good at all?</l>
                  <l>Who for his craft and ſubtiltie (I vow)</l>
                  <l>Is than <hi>Iapetus</hi> older.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulcan.</speaker>
                  <l>Tell me how?</l>
                  <l>What wrong can this yong Baby do, I pray,</l>
                  <l>Who came into the world but yeſterday?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="109" facs="tcp:4265:62"/>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>Aske <hi>Neptune</hi> that, whoſe Trident he hath ſtolne:</l>
                  <l>Demand of <hi>Mars,</hi> (with rage and anger ſwolne)</l>
                  <l>Whether his braine leaſt ſubtiltie afford?</l>
                  <l>Out of whoſe ſcabberd he hath ſtolne his ſword?</l>
                  <l>Or let me ſpeake what by my ſelfe I know:</l>
                  <l>From me unwares my quiver and my bow</l>
                  <l>He ſlily ſnatcht.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulcan.</speaker>
                  <l>How can it be, his hands</l>
                  <l>Being ty'd up ſo cloſe in ſwathing bands.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>Yet be not thou too confident, I intreat thee,</l>
                  <l>For come he neere thy ſhop, hee'l likewiſe heat thee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulcan.</speaker>
                  <l>He was with me but now.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>Doſt thou miſdoubt thee</l>
                  <l>Of nothing loſt? haſt all thy tooles about thee?</l>
                  <l>What, not one wanting?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulc.</speaker>
                  <l>None.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>Free from his wrongs</l>
                  <l>Art thou alone?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulc.</speaker>
                  <l>By <hi>Jove</hi> I miſſe my tongs,</l>
                  <l>Th'are ſtolne out of my forge.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apoll.</speaker>
                  <l>Theſe thou ſhalt finde</l>
                  <l>About him hid, do but his ſwathes unbinde.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulc.</speaker>
                  <l>Hath he ſuch catching fingers? (paſt beleeving)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ure in his mothers wombe he ſtudied theeving.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>Didſt thou not heare him, <hi>Vulcan,</hi> talke and prate</l>
                  <l>With voluble tongue, and phraſes accurate?</l>
                  <l>Now in his infancie, ſo yong, ſo ſmall,</l>
                  <l>Offering to be a ſervant to us all.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o ſooner borne, but <hi>Cupid</hi> he did dare</l>
                  <l>To try a fall with him, and threw him faire.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>im <hi>Venus</hi> for his victorie embrac't,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or which he ſteales her girdle from her waſt.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Iove</hi> ſmiling at the theft, and therewith pleas'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ean time the crafty wag his Scepter ſeis'd:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o ſteale his Triſulke he had made a ſhift,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut 'twas too heavy for his ſtrength to lift.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="110" facs="tcp:4265:63"/>
                  <speaker>Vulc.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou telſt me of a Lad active and daring,</l>
                  <l>A nimble jugling Iack.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>Nay, hee's not ſparing</l>
                  <l>To profeſſe Muſicke too.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>vulc.</speaker>
                  <l>How is that knowne?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apoll.</speaker>
                  <l>Th' invention too he ſeekes to make his owne:</l>
                  <l>Having the ſhell of a dead Tortoiſe found,</l>
                  <l>He makes an inſtrument thereof for ſound;</l>
                  <l>To which a crooked necke he firſt made faſt,</l>
                  <l>Boring therein round holes, and in them plac't</l>
                  <l>Pinnes to winde up the cords by: to th' Shells backe</l>
                  <l>A belly frames: ſeven ſtrings, which he doth ſlacke,</l>
                  <l>And ſometimes ſtretch, he fixeth; which but touch,</l>
                  <l>They yeeld a ſweet ſound that delighteth much.</l>
                  <l>Whoſe notes I envy, be they flat or ſharpe.</l>
                  <l>Since he contends to exceed me in my Harpe.</l>
                  <l>Even <hi>Maia's</hi> ſelfe I oft have heard complaine,</l>
                  <l>She cannot in the heavens her ſon containe:</l>
                  <l>His ever-waking braine, in action ſtill,</l>
                  <l>Can take no reſt: by night (againſt her will)</l>
                  <l>In ſilence he conveyes himſelfe to hell,</l>
                  <l>Whether to ſteale ought thence ſhe cannot tell.</l>
                  <l>Beſides, he hath wings, a <hi>Caducaeus</hi> too</l>
                  <l>Of a miraculous power, and force to doo</l>
                  <l>Things wonderfull, by which he can beſtow</l>
                  <l>Soules hence departed, in the fields below,</l>
                  <l>Or thence convey them hither.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulc.</speaker>
                  <l>Moſt ſure I will</l>
                  <l>Adde ſomething to encourage his rare skill.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apoll.</speaker>
                  <l>Which he hath well requited; for to day</l>
                  <l>(No longer ſince) he ſtole thy tongs away.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulc.</speaker>
                  <l>'Twas well done to remember me of this,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe my tongs are tooles I cannot miſſe.</l>
                  <l>Somewhere about him they are ſtill, no doubt:</l>
                  <l>But firſt the fire I'le in my forge put out.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="9" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="111" facs="tcp:4265:63"/>
            <head>MERCVRY and APOLLO.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>OF</hi> Iove <hi>and of</hi> Alcmena: <hi>The long night</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>In which the great</hi> Alcides <hi>was begot,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>his Fable ſpeakes. And if I gueſſe aright,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap> this the Author much profaned not,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>To tax the heathen Idols his pretence is,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Since men are puniſht for the gods offences.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mercury.</speaker>
                  <l>TO thee, ô <hi>Phoebus, Iupiter</hi> doth ſay,</l>
                  <l>Forbear to mount thy Chariot for this day;</l>
                  <l>The next too, and the third, diſcloſe no light,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t for that time make it continuall night.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>epe in, command the Houres thy ſteeds to untrace,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd thy bright Sun beams plucke from off thy face.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>r, without intermiſſion being oppreſt</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ith ſuch long paines, 'tis fit thou ſhouldſt have reſt,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou telſt me a new thing, unheard till now;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ve I tranſgreſt my courſe, or been too ſlow,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> over-ſwift? that <hi>Iove</hi> ſhould prove a way</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> make the night thrice longer than the day.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="112" facs="tcp:4265:64"/>
There's no ſuch thing; he only hath intent</l>
                  <l>At ſome one aime on which his minde is bent,</l>
                  <l>And this time only (but not ſtill to bee)</l>
                  <l>To have this one night made as long as three.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>Where is he now, or from whence art thou ſent To tell me this?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Boetia's continent;</l>
                  <l>And from (If I ſhall make a true confeſſion)</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Amphitrio's</hi> wife, with whom he hath congreſſion.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apoll.</speaker>
                  <l>With her his courage then and ſtrength he tries</l>
                  <l>But for his luſt will not one night ſuffice?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>O by no means, ſince in this copulation</l>
                  <l>Muſt be begot one that ſhall awe each Nation;</l>
                  <l>Of a moſt potent arme, and daring much,</l>
                  <l>And therefore 'tis not poſſible that ſuch</l>
                  <l>A mighty worke as making up <hi>Ioves</hi> ſon,</l>
                  <l>Should in one night be perfected and don.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>Well, I but little have to ſay unto him,</l>
                  <l>But with this great worke much good may it do him.</l>
                  <l>Theſe things, ô <hi>Mercury</hi> (we are alone)</l>
                  <l>I'th antient daies of <hi>Saturne</hi> were not knowne;</l>
                  <l>He did not turne from <hi>Rhea,</hi> nor miſ-led</l>
                  <l>Could he be to adulterat her chaſt bed:</l>
                  <l>Nor did he leave the heavens, in Thebes to ſleepe;</l>
                  <l>The day was then day, and true courſe did keepe,</l>
                  <l>The night within her certaine houres was bounded,</l>
                  <l>No times, no ſeaſons in his reigne confounded:</l>
                  <l>He had with mortall creatures no congreſſe.</l>
                  <l>But now for one poore womans ſake (I gueſſe)</l>
                  <l>All things are topſide-turn'd, and muſt be made</l>
                  <l>Prepoſtrous henceforth, and run retrograde.</l>
                  <l>My Steeds with reſt will grow more fierce and hot:</l>
                  <l>The way more hard and difficult, becauſe not</l>
                  <l>In three daies paſt: Men miſerably dwell</l>
                  <l>Here on the earth in darkneſſe, as in hell.</l>
                  <l>And theſe are the faire fruits of his foule luſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="113" facs="tcp:4265:64"/>
That ſublunarie creatures ſuffer muſt;</l>
                  <l>Warning at once the abſence of the Sun,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd waiting till this mighty worke be don.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Phoebus</hi> no more: had <hi>Iove</hi> intelligence</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f what thou ſpeakſt, his rage it would incenſe.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e to the <hi>Moone</hi> and <hi>Sleep,</hi> and what in charge</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ad from him, deliver them at large:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o her, to change the courſe ſhe late did keepe:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o him, to ſetter them in bonds of ſleepe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o faſt, they may not dreame of that great wrong,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o have been kept from ſight of day ſo long.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="10" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="114" facs="tcp:4265:65"/>
            <head>MERCVRY and MAIA.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>HErmes <hi>his tedious labors doth complaine,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>As troubled more than all the gods beſides,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Not able his imployments to ſuſtaine,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>As one that in no certaine place abides.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Yet by his mother he at length is ſwayd,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Who tells him</hi> Ioves <hi>beſts muſt be ſtill obayd.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE. <ptr target="#S13368.NOTE7"/>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>IS there amongſt the gods (ô Mother) any So wretched as my ſelf, though there be ma<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Maia.</speaker>
                  <l>Take heed, my ſon, what thou ſpea<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> raſhly.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <p>Why?</p>
                  <l>Can you name one that hath ſuch cauſe as I?</l>
                  <l>Who have ſo many buſineſſes in hand,</l>
                  <l>And thoſe ſo great I ſcarce beneath them ſtand;</l>
                  <l>Into ſo many ſervices divided,</l>
                  <l>I am tyr'd and ſpent, and for my paines derided.</l>
                  <l>For in the morning, e're I can deviſe</l>
                  <l>Of what my dreams were, I betimes muſt riſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="115" facs="tcp:4265:65"/>
Then my firſt office is to ſweep the houſe</l>
                  <l>Where all the gods muſt banquet and carouſe</l>
                  <l>That done, I next prepare the Conſiſtorie,</l>
                  <l>Whereas the Deities in all their glory</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ppoint their meetings: all things I make fit,</l>
                  <l>That they in eaſe as well as ſtate may ſit.</l>
                  <l>Then at <hi>Ioves</hi> elbow I attend, where he</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>till ſends me on his errands: I muſt be</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ere, there, and every where, and theſe too all</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>urrying together; for hee'l ſometimes call</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s ſoon as I am ſent. When the whole day</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> have toild, not having time to wipe away</l>
                  <l>The duſt and ſweat, new labor I begin,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>upper comes on, and I muſt then ſerve in</l>
                  <l>Ambroſia: e're the Phrygian had to doo</l>
                  <l>With <hi>Ioves</hi> crownd Cup, I filld him Nectar too.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut what of all's moſt tedious, and accites</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e to this ſpleen, I cannot reſt a nights;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or whil'ſt each other god upon his bed</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>akes due repoſe, even then I of the Dead</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd new deceaſt have charge, and through the ſhade</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o <hi>Pluto's</hi> Court I ſee them ſafe convay'd.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>heſe done, I cannot reſt me where I liſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut at their generall Seſſions I aſſiſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or nothing's done without me. 'Tmight ſuffice,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat I all dayly buſineſſe enterpriſe:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> Wreſtlings I am preſent, at the Bar,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>here Cauſes and Law-Suits determin'd ar',</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ſtruct ſuch Orators as Fees deſire;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>metimes ſupply the place of common Crier.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>or would theſe things appeare ſo great a trouble,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t that th' affaires of hell make them ſeeme double.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>e ſonnes of <hi>Laeda</hi> much more happy bee,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hey interchangeably have leave to ſee</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he heaven and hell by turnes; while one doth ſhow</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>mſelfe above, the other ſtayes below.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="116" facs="tcp:4265:66"/>
Than theſe how much more miſerable am I,</l>
                  <l>That in one perſon both their paines ſupply?</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Alcmena</hi> and <hi>Semele</hi> (of mortall ſeed</l>
                  <l>Deſcended both) have free acceſſe to feed</l>
                  <l>Amongſt the Deities: yet I on theſe</l>
                  <l>(Being ſon of <hi>Maia Atlantiades)</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Am forc'd to' attend, I came from Sidon late,</l>
                  <l>As ſent from <hi>Iove,</hi> to know in what eſtate</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Cadmus</hi> faire daughter was. Almoſt quite ſpent,</l>
                  <l>Not having time to breathe, but I was ſent</l>
                  <l>To Argos and faire <hi>Danae,</hi> in that tower</l>
                  <l>Where he was welcom'd in his golden ſhower.</l>
                  <l>In thy returne come by Boetia backe,</l>
                  <l>(Saith <hi>Iupiter)</hi> ô <hi>Hermes</hi> do not ſlacke</l>
                  <l>To viſit faire <hi>Antiope</hi> by th'way.</l>
                  <l>My reſolution is no more t' obay</l>
                  <l>Vnto his buſie heſts: To gaine myne eaſe,</l>
                  <l>I had much rather (did the Fates ſo pleaſe)</l>
                  <l>My ſelfe for ever to the earth retyre,</l>
                  <l>As a day-Laborer, and worke for hire.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Maia.</speaker>
                  <l>No more, my ſon, for thou too much haſt ſaid;</l>
                  <l>Thy father muſt in all things be obay'd.</l>
                  <l>Able and yong thou art, prepare agen,</l>
                  <l>To Argos firſt, and to Boetia then:</l>
                  <l>Hazard not ſtripes of him that ſwayes above:</l>
                  <l>Such are moſt angry that are croſt in love.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="11" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="117" facs="tcp:4265:66"/>
            <head>VULCAN and IUPITER.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>VVlcan <hi>obeying to</hi> Ioves <hi>high deſigne,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>With his keen hatchet cleaves his head in twaine:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>rm'd</hi> Pallas, <hi>who there full ten months had lain,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t this inciſion leaps out of his braine;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hen entring firſt the world. Whence we may gather,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>nowledge <hi>and</hi> Arts <hi>had birth from</hi> Iove <hi>their Father.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulcan.</speaker>
                  <l>WHat muſt I do, <hi>Iove?</hi> Prethee let me know:</l>
                  <l>See, I am come, for thou comman<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dedſt ſo;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d brought with me an Axe ſharp above wonder,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hoſe very edge will cleave a rocke in ſunder.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupiter.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis well done, <hi>Vulcan,</hi> 't muſt be thus apply'de,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ou with that hatchet muſt my head divide.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulc.</speaker>
                  <l>Wouldſt thou perſuade me unto madneſſe? ſay</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>at's to be done, or packe me hence away.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> pleaſure is, with a ſtrong blow and full,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>th all thy force thou part in two my skull.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="118" facs="tcp:4265:67"/>
If thou refuſe to doo't, as fearing skath,</l>
                  <l>Thy timerouſneſſe will but increaſe my wrath</l>
                  <l>And deep diſpleaſure: therefore ſtrike I ſay,</l>
                  <l>Inſtantly, boldly, and without delay:</l>
                  <l>Quickly deliuer me, I am full of paine,</l>
                  <l>A thouſand throwes are laboring in my braine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulc.</speaker>
                  <l>Well looke too't <hi>Iupiter,</hi> my axe is keen,</l>
                  <l>Nor can this birth be without bloud-ſhed ſeen.</l>
                  <l>'Twill be a dangerous wound made in thy head;</l>
                  <l>Beleeve't, <hi>Lucina</hi> brings not thus to bed.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupit.</speaker>
                  <l>Strike boldly then, ô <hi>Vulcan,</hi> feare not blood,</l>
                  <l>For I know beſt what for my ſelfe is good.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulc.</speaker>
                  <l>Though 'gainſt my will, I ſhall, who dares with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtand</l>
                  <l>When <hi>Iupiter</hi> himſelfe ſhall give command.</l>
                  <l>What's here? A woman arm'd leaps on the Plain:</l>
                  <l>O <hi>Iove,</hi> thou hadſt much miſchiefe in thy brain.</l>
                  <l>No marvell thou wert angry and much paind,</l>
                  <l>When in thy <hi>Pia mater</hi> was containd</l>
                  <l>A live <hi>Virago,</hi> arm'd, and having ſpread</l>
                  <l>Caſtles and townes and towers about her head;</l>
                  <l>She leaps and capers, topt with rage divine,</l>
                  <l>And danceth (as ſhe treads) the Matachine,</l>
                  <l>Shakes her ſteele-pointed Lance, and ſtrikes her Tardge</l>
                  <l>As if ſhe had the god of War in charge.</l>
                  <l>Nay, which is more, ſhe is exceeding faire,</l>
                  <l>And ripe for mariage, made in all parts rare,</l>
                  <l>And amiable, onely ſhe hath blew eies,</l>
                  <l>But thoſe her gracefull helme doth well diſguiſe:</l>
                  <l>And therefore <hi>Iupiter,</hi> becauſe I have</l>
                  <l>Thus playd the mid-wife for thee, what I crave,</l>
                  <l>Grant me for my reward, namely that ſhe</l>
                  <l>May be my wife, this day eſpous'd to me.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Jupit.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou demandſt that which cannot be allow'd,</l>
                  <l>For this <hi>Minerva</hi> is a Virgin vow'd,</l>
                  <l>Nay, a perpetuall Votary: but if I</l>
                  <l>In this could do thee any courteſie,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="119" facs="tcp:4265:67"/>
Thou mightſt preſume't.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Vulc.</speaker>
                  <l>It is my great deſire,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd to my beſt of wiſhes I'le aſpire</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> waiting time to rape her.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>upit.</speaker>
                  <l>O my ſonne,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hou aimſt at that which neuer can be done:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e vowes to live a Virgin, let that guide thee,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>rſue not things which never can betide thee.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="12" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="120" facs="tcp:4265:68"/>
            <head>NEPTVNE and MERCVRY.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>TH' abortive Infant from the wombe tooke late</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Of dying</hi> Semele, Iove <hi>doth tranſlate</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Into his owne thigh: but the time expir'd</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>For mature birth, which (pregnant) he deſir'd;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>This childe, by one conceiv'd, borne of another,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Bacchus, <hi>enioyes the name of</hi> 
                  <note n="*" place="margin">Bacchus bimater<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </note> 
                  <hi>double Mother.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nep.</speaker>
                  <l>MAy I not ſee my brother?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Neptune,</hi> no.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nep.</speaker>
                  <l>I do intreat thee, Nephew, let b<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> know</l>
                  <l>That I attend without.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>It cannot be,</l>
                  <l>And therefore leave this importunitie;</l>
                  <l>You muſt not at this preſent be admitted.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nep.</speaker>
                  <l>Hee's then in bed with <hi>Iano?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>No, (Groſſe witted.)</l>
                  <l>Or <hi>Ganimed?</hi> Prethee reſolve me quickly.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Neither; but <hi>Iove</hi> at this time's weake and ſic<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="121" facs="tcp:4265:68"/>
                  <speaker>Nep.</speaker>
                  <l>How comes it that thou likewiſe lookſt not well?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>There is a cauſe in't, which I bluſh to tell.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nep.</speaker>
                  <l>What e're it be, the ſecret do not hide</l>
                  <l>From me thine Vncle, and ſo neere ally'de.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mer.</speaker>
                  <l>Hee's newly brought to bed.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nep.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Mercury</hi> fie,</l>
                  <l>Not poſſible; it is a thing that I</l>
                  <l>Cannot beleeve: it would have come to light</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>re now, had Iove been an Hermaphrodite.</l>
                  <l>Beſides, I ne're perceiv'd his wombe to ſwell.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis true, in that (ô <hi>Neptune)</hi> thou ſayſt well:</l>
                  <l>His childing burthen did not lie within.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nep.</speaker>
                  <l>Now to conceive thee better I begin;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ome other <hi>Pallas</hi> from his skull is ta'ne;</l>
                  <l>My Brother ever had a teeming braine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Not ſo; this burthen in his thigh was bred,</l>
                  <l>Tooke from the wombe of <hi>Semele,</hi> late dead.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nep.</speaker>
                  <l>Wondrous! This generous god, by thy relation,</l>
                  <l>Will teach to us new waies of procreation.</l>
                  <l>But what's that <hi>Semele?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Of <hi>Cadmus</hi> race,</l>
                  <l>A Theban Damſell, in whom <hi>Iove</hi> had place,</l>
                  <l>And left her great.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nep.</speaker>
                  <l>Moſt kindely it was done,</l>
                  <l>To ſpare her throes, himſelfe to beare her ſon.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Gheſt ſomwhat neere; not altogether, tho,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>umping with truth. But wonders wilt thou know,</l>
                  <l>From thee yet forrein? <hi>Iuno</hi> (jealous ſtill)</l>
                  <l>By ſtrange deceit ſeeks means the wench to kill;</l>
                  <l>Perſuades her (their united loves to ſunder)</l>
                  <l>To beg of <hi>Iove,</hi> to bed with her in thunder</l>
                  <l>And blaſting lightning (cauſe of all her griefe.)</l>
                  <l>To her the credulous Wanton gives beleefe;</l>
                  <l>The craves, <hi>Iove</hi> grants, deſcends in glorious fire,</l>
                  <l>And in theſe flames the poore Girle doth expire.</l>
                  <l>Who grieving the faire Theban ſo ſhould die,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="122" facs="tcp:4265:69"/>
Caus'd me to rip her wombe vp inſtantly,</l>
                  <l>And bring the Infant, now ſeven moneths conceiv'd,</l>
                  <l>Whom from my hand he gratefully receiv'd:</l>
                  <l>Not knowing better how to make proviſion</l>
                  <l>For this Abortive, he made deep inciſion</l>
                  <l>In his owne thigh, and there it three moneths lay,</l>
                  <l>Till (now mature) it for it ſelfe made way.</l>
                  <l>This day he is deliver'd, and now growes</l>
                  <l>Somewhat diſtemperd by his painfull throwes.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nep.</speaker>
                  <l>But where's the Infant?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mere.</speaker>
                  <l>Him I did tranſport</l>
                  <l>To Niſa late, where the faire Nymphs reſort,</l>
                  <l>By them with great care to be educated,</l>
                  <l>And by the name of <hi>Bacchus</hi> celebrated,</l>
                  <l>Or <hi>Dionyſius.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nep.</speaker>
                  <l>Then of this thy brother,</l>
                  <l>As <hi>Iove</hi> the father is, ſo hee's the mother.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mere:</speaker>
                  <l>It ſo appeares: but <hi>Neptune</hi> I am gon,</l>
                  <l>For other things I now have thought vpon;</l>
                  <l>I muſt go fetch him Lotion for his wound,</l>
                  <l>Yet green, and will in few dayes ſcarce be ſound.</l>
                  <l>There's nothing but to him we muſt apply,</l>
                  <l>That's done to women that in childe-bed lie.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="13" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="123" facs="tcp:4265:69"/>
            <head>DIOGENES and MAUSOLUS.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>THe dead</hi> Mauſolus <hi>doth himſelfe advance</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Before all others of the buried Throng:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And therefore he erects his countenance,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Becauſe on earth he was ſo faire and ſtrong.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Diogenes <hi>derides his boaſtings vaine,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And proves himſelfe more happy of the twaine.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGUE.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Diog.</speaker>
                  <l>ATtend, ô <hi>Carion,</hi> what is thiue intent</l>
                  <l>To be even ſtill ſo proud and inſolent?</l>
                  <l>Prating of thy great worth, others to brave,</l>
                  <l>As if thou for ſome great deſert wouldſt have</l>
                  <l>Before us all precedence.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mauſ.</speaker>
                  <l>I firſt claime</l>
                  <l>Prioritie, rais'd from a kingdomes name,</l>
                  <l>(O Synopeſian) for I empir'd o're</l>
                  <l>All Caria: next, I pierc'd the Lydian ſhore,</l>
                  <l>There govern'd Nations barbarous and rude:</l>
                  <l>Beſides, I many other Iſles ſubdu'd.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="124" facs="tcp:4265:70"/>
The great'ſt part of Ionia I laid waſt,</l>
                  <l>And my great army to Miletum paſt.</l>
                  <l>Nay more, I was of beautifull aſpect,</l>
                  <l>Tall and well ſhap'd, and (what I much affect)</l>
                  <l>In power (before me) I exceeded all.</l>
                  <l>But that which made me moſt majeſticall,</l>
                  <l>Of coſtly marble from the rocke diſſected,</l>
                  <l>I have a ſtately monument erected</l>
                  <l>In Halicarnaſſus, fam'd for magnitude,</l>
                  <l>With rare and never equal'd pulchritude,</l>
                  <l>So faire, ſo large, that all that ſee it know,</l>
                  <l>No King that ere deceaſt the like can ſhow.</l>
                  <l>Statues of men and horſes 'bout it ſtand,</l>
                  <l>Graven and carv'd by a moſt elaborat hand;</l>
                  <l>In which expreſſion Artiſts were at ſtrife,</l>
                  <l>Not one of them but imitating life;</l>
                  <l>Of ſuch admired height and ſpatious roome,</l>
                  <l>It rather ſeemes a Temple, than a Toome.</l>
                  <l>What wrong is't then, my glories not to ſmother,</l>
                  <l>And to claime a precedence before other?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Diogenes.</speaker>
                  <l>Is't potencie? is't beauty? or rich ſtones</l>
                  <l>In ſuch huge number heap'd upon thy bones,</l>
                  <l>That ſwells thee with ſuch pride?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mauſ.</speaker>
                  <l>By <hi>Iove</hi> the ſame.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Diog.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet <hi>Mauſolus,</hi> thou that haſt the name</l>
                  <l>Of Beautifull, thy ſtrength is not all one,</l>
                  <l>Nor face that was; both now are paſt and gone:</l>
                  <l>For an unpartiall Vmpire ſhould we chuſe</l>
                  <l>To point the Fairer out; let him but uſe</l>
                  <l>An unſway'd eye, not ſquinted with affections,</l>
                  <l>Shall finde ſmall difference in our two complexions:</l>
                  <l>For both our heads are bald and alike bare,</l>
                  <l>Having no lips, our teeth apparant are;</l>
                  <l>Neither of us a noſthrill hath to ſhow,</l>
                  <l>But through theſe empty holes alike we blow.</l>
                  <l>This being granted, if becauſe thy ſhroud</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="125" facs="tcp:4265:70"/>
Beneath ſo great a Structure make thee proud,</l>
                  <l>And that thy countrymen that Mole retaine,</l>
                  <l>Boaſting of it with oſtentations vaine,</l>
                  <l>To ſhew to ſtrangers the rare excellence</l>
                  <l>Of poliſht ſtone; what profit reapſt thou thence,</l>
                  <l>Thou exquiſite man? unleſſe thy ſhallow wit</l>
                  <l>Account thy greateſt hurt a benefit;</l>
                  <l>To have of huge ſtones, wondrouſly convay'd,</l>
                  <l>Agreater heape than others on thee layd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mauſ.</speaker>
                  <l>Am I no whit the better then for theſe?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s <hi>Mauſolus</hi> one with <hi>Diogenes?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Diog.</speaker>
                  <l>Not ſo, good man, no paritie's confeſt;</l>
                  <l>The Carian King ſhall be with griefe oppreſt,</l>
                  <l>Excruciated and perplext in minde,</l>
                  <l>To thinke of his great pleaſures left behinde,</l>
                  <l>Honors and wealth: <hi>Diogenes</hi> the while</l>
                  <l>At thy vexation ſtand aloofe and ſmile.</l>
                  <l>Thou in thy laſting memorie ſhalt have</l>
                  <l>The art and charge beſtow'd upon thy grave,</l>
                  <l>By thy faire ſiſter and thy widdowed Queene,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>n Halicarnaſſus ſtill to be ſeene.</l>
                  <l>When as <hi>Diogenes</hi> yet doth not know</l>
                  <l>Whether on earth he have a grave or no;</l>
                  <l>Therefore can take no care for't. My fame lies</l>
                  <l>Tomb'd in the boſomes of the Iuſt and Wiſe.</l>
                  <l>Stories to future times deliver can,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> lead a life that did become a man.</l>
                  <l>Time ſhall thy Structure waſt, but never myne,</l>
                  <l>Thou impure Carian) for 'tis made divine:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ly monument growes neerer to the skye,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s built in place much more ſublime and hye.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="14" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="126" facs="tcp:4265:71"/>
            <head>CRATES and DIOGENES</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>NAture with too much darkneſſe overcaſt,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Is maskt and blinded with the worlds affaires,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Still doating upon things that cannot laſt,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>As on vaine frailties fixing all their cares.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>"<hi>Man that on mundane things himſelfe aſſures,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>"<hi>Cheats all his hopes; 'tis</hi> Vertue <hi>ſole endures.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE. <ptr target="#S13368.NOTE8"/>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Crat.</speaker>
                  <l>TEll me <hi>Diogenes,</hi> haſt thou not knowne</l>
                  <l>Rich <hi>Moerichus,</hi> the man ſo overgrowne</l>
                  <l>With wealth ſuperfluous, that from Co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rinth came</l>
                  <l>With ſhips ſo richly fraught? the very ſame,</l>
                  <l>Couſin to <hi>Ariſtaeus</hi> thought to be,</l>
                  <l>By computation full as rich as he:</l>
                  <l>Tkeſe two betwixt themſelves uſe <hi>Homers</hi> phraſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Claw me, I'le claw thee; Let's live many dayes.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Diog.</speaker>
                  <l>What was the reaſon, <hi>Crates,</hi> firſt did move</l>
                  <l>Theſe monied men to enterchange ſuch love?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="127" facs="tcp:4265:71"/>
                  <speaker>Crat.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>The cauſe they were intyr'd ſo, and calld brother,</l>
                     <l>Was, aiming to be heire to one another,</l>
                     <l>Being equally poſſeſt: and therefore they</l>
                     <l>Publiſht their Wills; If <hi>Moerichus</hi> his day</l>
                     <l>Should before <hi>Ariſtaeus</hi> chance to fall,</l>
                     <l>He the ſucceeder then ſhould enioy all.</l>
                     <l>So <hi>Ariſtaeus,</hi> If he dy'de before,</l>
                     <l>Then <hi>Moerichus</hi> was heire to all his ſtore.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>This by Indenture ſeald, they cog, ſpeake faire,</l>
                     <l>Flatter, in hope to be each others heire,</l>
                     <l>With gifts and preſents mutually contending,</l>
                     <l>Yet ſtill one gaping for the others ending.</l>
                     <l>Inſomuch that Diviners (whether skild</l>
                     <l>I'th ſtars or no I know not) all have fild</l>
                     <l>Their itching eares with Novels. Dreamers too</l>
                     <l>Like the Chaldaeans) have enough to doo</l>
                     <l>To mocke them with vain hopes, and at high rate</l>
                     <l>Having betwixt them caſt ſo even a fate,</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Phoebus</hi> himſelfe was puſled: firſt agreeing,</l>
                     <l>That <hi>Ariſtaeus</hi> ſhould have longeſt beeing;</l>
                     <l>And then again, That <hi>Moerichus</hi> the Old</l>
                     <l>Should count new daies when he had all his told:</l>
                     <l>Not knowing whoſe ambition ſhould prevaile,</l>
                     <l>Their Fates being ballanc'd in ſo even a skale.</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Diog.</speaker>
                  <l>But what's become of this their time out-wearing?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>peake freely <hi>Crates,</hi> 'tis a tale worth hearing.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Crat.</speaker>
                  <l>Thoſe that each others ſtate ſought to betray</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y bribes and flatteries, both dy'de in one day;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd that huge Magozin did chance to arrive</l>
                  <l>To thoſe whom they ſcarce thought of, being alive,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Thraſicles</hi> and <hi>Eunomius</hi> their Allyance:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>et the Diviners in their great pre-ſcience</l>
                  <l>Ne're ſpake of them. Now the two rich men, they,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eareleſſe, ſtill hoping with the Fates to play,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eing from Sycion unto Cyrra bound,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ere in the mid way neere Iapygium drownd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="128" facs="tcp:4265:72"/>
                  <speaker>Diog.</speaker>
                  <l>No matter, <hi>Crates,</hi> but when we were living,</l>
                  <l>There was no emulation, no ſuch ſtriving</l>
                  <l>To be each others heire; never did I</l>
                  <l>Deſire of heaven, <hi>Antiſthenes</hi> ſhould die,</l>
                  <l>To be made his Executor; or ſumme</l>
                  <l>His dayes, in hope his ſtaffe to me might come.</l>
                  <l>Nor do I thinke thou ever didſt deſire</l>
                  <l>(O <hi>Crates)</hi> I the ſooner might expire,</l>
                  <l>To inherit my poſſeſſions, and to ſtrip</l>
                  <l>Me from my Tun, and pulſe left in my ſcrip.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Crat.</speaker>
                  <l>I had no need of them, nor thou to claime</l>
                  <l>His ſtaffe for legacie, ſince thou didſt aime</l>
                  <l>At a much fairer heritage, to bee</l>
                  <l>Better'd by him, as I have bin by thee;</l>
                  <l>And that in treaſures richer and more hye,</l>
                  <l>Such as the Perſian Empire cannot buy.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Diog.</speaker>
                  <l>And what be thoſe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Crat.</speaker>
                  <l>Wiſedome, frugalitie,</l>
                  <l>Truth and good life, in all theſe libertie.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Diog.</speaker>
                  <l>By <hi>Iove,</hi> I well remember I had ſtore</l>
                  <l>Of theſe from him, but thou (ô <hi>Crates)</hi> more.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Crat.</speaker>
                  <l>Yet others that have thought themſelves more wiſe</l>
                  <l>All ſuch inheritances much deſpiſe;</l>
                  <l>Nor ſycophant they us, ſuch things to attaine</l>
                  <l>By us, as we from him were proud to gaine,</l>
                  <l>They only thirſt and hunger after gold.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Diog.</speaker>
                  <l>No marvell, ſince they all of them have ſold</l>
                  <l>Themſelves to Ignorance, not capable</l>
                  <l>Of Knowledge and inſtructions profitable;</l>
                  <l>Having their mindes with diſſolute luſts infected,</l>
                  <l>Like foule and loathſome diſhes long neglected,</l>
                  <l>Grow fur'd and ſluttiſh with voluptuous ſin,</l>
                  <l>Corrupting the moſt choice Cates ſerv'd therein.</l>
                  <l>Th' are full of rifts and cranies, every houre</l>
                  <l>Greater than other: therefore ſhould we poure</l>
                  <l>Into theſe leaking Veſſels, Iudgement ſound,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="129" facs="tcp:4265:72"/>
Or Truth, or Freedome, all drop to the ground,</l>
                  <l>Through their craz'd bottomes, and lie ſpilt and waſted,</l>
                  <l>Much with their putrid noiſomneſſe diſtaſted:</l>
                  <l>So <hi>Danaus</hi> daughters here in hell are ſaid,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aboring with Sives a flowing Spring to unlade)</l>
                  <l>And yet even thoſe that can no goodneſſe keep,</l>
                  <l>Will watch gold falling from them, and ſhun ſleep,</l>
                  <l>Hoording it with all care.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Crat.</speaker>
                  <l>And ſo 'tis beſt</l>
                  <l>We do thoſe vertues we in life poſſeſt.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ocke they their ſtuft bags in cheſts ne're ſo ſtrong,</l>
                  <l>They ſhall but one poore halfe-penny bring along,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd that no further than to <hi>Charons</hi> barge;</l>
                  <l>The Ferriman will eaſe them of that charge.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="15" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="130" facs="tcp:4265:73"/>
            <head>CHARON, MENIPPVS, MERCVRY</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>CHaron <hi>the Ferriman exclaimes vpon</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Menippus, <hi>for not paying him his fare,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>By him being wafted ouer</hi> Phlegeton;</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>For which theſe two at great diſſention are.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Charon <hi>is forc'd to pardon it in the end;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>For he that nothing hath muſt nothing ſpend.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>PAy me my fare, thou wretch.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Nay, ſcold outright,</l>
                  <l>If thou to heare thy ſelfe ſpeake tak'ſt light.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>My due for thy trajection downe here lay.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>I prethee how can he that hath not, pay?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>Is't poſſible there any one can be</l>
                  <l>That is not worth a ſingle halfpenny?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>I know not to whom elſe thou prateſt here,</l>
                  <l>But for myne owne part I have none I ſweare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>I'le baſt thee with this ſhip-rope, if my hire</l>
                  <l>Thou tendreſt not.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Then ſhall my ſtaffe aſpire</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="131" facs="tcp:4265:73"/>
To fly about thine eares.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>So long a cut</l>
                  <l>Muſt I take paines to waft thee, and thou put</l>
                  <l>To no expence at all?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Let <hi>Hermes</hi> ſtand</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ngag'd for me, who gave me to thine hand.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>By <hi>Iove,</hi> in time I ſhall be ill beſted,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>f I be put to pay fares for the dead.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>He ſhall not ſo paſſe from me,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>For his ſake</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ontinue ſtill thy courſe, and quickly make</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>owards the ſhore; What to thy ſhare can fall</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>om him who (as thou ſeeſt) hath nought at all?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>Didſt thou not know what thou ſhouldſt bring a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>long?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis true I did, but can excuſe the wrong;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ad it not, becauſe I want to give,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t therefore fit that I ſhould ever live?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>Wilt thou be he then, who alone canſt boaſt</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> have ferried this great river without coſt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Not ſo, ô <hi>Charon,</hi> wanting to defray,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hou haſt my paines, I pumpt part of the way,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>en tug'd at th' oare, being that only ſoule</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ho in thy barge did neither mourne nor houle.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>Tuſh, theſe are nothing to my fare that's due,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y downe my halfpenny, my fare, in view.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>Not having it, beſt way to end this ſtrife,</l>
                  <l>That thou <hi>Charon</hi> beare me backe to life.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>For that Gramercy, ſo I might be ſure,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>om <hi>Aeacus</hi> a beating to endure.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>his baſe Ghoſt would perſuade me to the whip.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>Be not ſo peeviſh then.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>What's in that ſcrip</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ou keepſt ſo cloſe about thee?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>A ſmall cheat,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ittle pulſe for <hi>Hecate</hi> to eat.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char,</speaker>
                  <l>Tell me, ô <hi>Mercury,</hi> whence haſt thou brought</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="132" facs="tcp:4265:74"/>
This Dog to us? a wretch that mindeth nought.</l>
                  <l>What ſtrange things talkt he by the way, I guiding</l>
                  <l>The helme, whileſt he was all the while deriding</l>
                  <l>The paſſengers? what a loud coile he kept,</l>
                  <l>He only ſinging whileſt the other wept?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Knowſt thou not him? he hath a ſpirit daring,</l>
                  <l>Hee's bold, free ſpoken, and for nothing caring:</l>
                  <l>This is <hi>Menippus,</hi> (Foole.)</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Char.</speaker>
                  <l>Well, if againe</l>
                  <l>I take him here,—</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou threatneſt me in vain:</l>
                  <l>This paſſage, though not for 'twixt ſhore and ſhore,</l>
                  <l>Yet once being paſt, cannot be traveld more.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="16" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="133" facs="tcp:4265:74"/>
            <head>MENIPPVS, AEACVS, PYTHAGORAS, EMPEDOCLES, and SOCRATES.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>IVdge</hi> Aeacus <hi>doth to</hi> Menippus <hi>ſhow</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>The obſcure Ghoſts and Sulphur Vaults below.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And after that he brings him to the Plaine</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Where both the Valiant and the Wiſe remaine:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ho as the freeneſſe of his tongue him guides,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>(Wretched himſelfe) their ſorrowes he derides.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE. <ptr target="#S13368.NOTE9"/>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>NOw even by <hi>Pluto</hi> I entreat thee ſhow</l>
                  <l>(O <hi>Aeacus)</hi> to me the Vaults below.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>Not all, <hi>Menippus,</hi> that were hard to do:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut ſuch eſpecially as belongs vnto</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hy late demand, namely the prime and choice;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> theſe content, I'le liſten to thy voice.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hou knowſt that to be <hi>Cerberus,</hi> and him</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he ferriman, who from the rivers brim</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ajected thee: this, <hi>Periphlegeton:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat the Lake <hi>Styx,</hi> thine eyes now dwell upon.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="134" facs="tcp:4265:75"/>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>I know both thee and theſe, <hi>Aeacus</hi> the Great,</l>
                  <l>Who in this portch hath a determin'd ſeat.</l>
                  <l>To obſerve all entrance, I have likewiſe ſeen</l>
                  <l>The Furies, with th' internall King and Queen.</l>
                  <l>The men of old I now deſire to ſee,</l>
                  <l>Precelling others in nobilitie.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>This <hi>Agamemnon</hi> is, <hi>Achilles</hi> hee,</l>
                  <l>That <hi>Idomen,</hi> a third rankt in degree,</l>
                  <l>And next them plac'd: The fourth diſcovered,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Ulyſſes, Ajax</hi> then, next <hi>Diomed.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The reſt, the far fam'd Grecian Hero's are.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>O thou ingenious <hi>Homer,</hi> ſee how bare,</l>
                  <l>How groveling and how dejected lie,</l>
                  <l>How low the heads of thy great Rapſodie:</l>
                  <l>Ignoble and obſcure they now are all,</l>
                  <l>Aſhes and duſt, trifles in value ſmall;</l>
                  <l>For (as thy ſelfe ſaid) nothing hath production,</l>
                  <l>But's mutable and ſubiect to corruption.</l>
                  <l>Now <hi>Aeacus</hi> what's he?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Cyrus</hi> hee's cal'd.</l>
                  <l>Now he that next him ſits ſo much appal'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Croeſus</hi> the Rich; <hi>Sardanapalus</hi> then,</l>
                  <l>Who was the moſt effeminate of men:</l>
                  <l>Beyond theſe <hi>Midas,</hi> and that <hi>Xerxes,</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>How?</l>
                  <l>Is it my fortune then to meet thee now</l>
                  <l>(Thou wickedeſt of wretches) in this plight,</l>
                  <l>Who once didſt put whole Greece into affright?</l>
                  <l>That o're the raging Helleſpont mad'ſt bridges,</l>
                  <l>And with thy fleet hadſt purpoſe o're the ridges</l>
                  <l>Of mighty mountaines to have ſaild ('tis knowne.)</l>
                  <l>But what a poore Snake is that <hi>Croeſus</hi> growne?</l>
                  <l>Pardon me, <hi>Aeacus,</hi> for above all,</l>
                  <l>I have a great minde with <hi>Sardanapal</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>To go to preſent buffets.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>Do not ſo.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="135" facs="tcp:4265:75"/>
He is ſo weake and womaniſh, the leaſt blow</l>
                  <l>Will breake his skull to pieces.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>As I can</l>
                  <l>I'le gripe him tho, halfe woman and halfe man.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>Wilt thou ſee thoſe in wiſedome did ſurpaſſe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>By any means.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>Behold <hi>Pythagoras.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>Haile, thou <hi>Euphorbus,</hi> or <hi>Apollo,</hi> or what</l>
                  <l>Thou wouldſt be calld by elſe, I give thee that.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pythag.</speaker>
                  <l>Haile to thee likewiſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>Speake and do not lie,</l>
                  <l>Haſt thou about thee ſtill thy golden thigh?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pythag.</speaker>
                  <l>I have it not. But tell me, I intreat,</l>
                  <l>If thou haſt ought within thy ſcrip to eat?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>Pulſe, nothing elſe: Thy words are meerly waſt,</l>
                  <l>For that I know thy pallat cannot taſte.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pythag.</speaker>
                  <l>Yet give me part; amongſt us here below</l>
                  <l>Doctrines are taught which then we did not know.</l>
                  <l>As namely, That there nothing is to boot</l>
                  <l>Between a Bean and a Satyrion root.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>Caſt thyne eyes further now, for beſides theſe,</l>
                  <l>Here's <hi>Solon,</hi> ſon to <hi>Erceceſtides,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>ales</hi> and <hi>Pittachus,</hi> With th' other Sages,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe memories ſhall live to after-Ages:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd theſe alone ſeem pleaſant 'mongſt the reſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>econd and free, as with no cares oppreſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Cover'd with aſhes from the toe to th' head</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat might he be, that looks ſo like to bread</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>k'd on an hearth unſwept, bliſter'd beſide,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s if he late had roſted been, or fry'de?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>Empedocles.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>He that from Aetna came,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>alfe broild of late, I know him for the ſame:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hou excellent of foot, what was the cauſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hou threwſt thee headlong into Aetna's jawes?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ped.</speaker>
                  <l>Madneſſe it was, <hi>Menippus.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="136" facs="tcp:4265:76"/>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Not, by <hi>Iove;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>But a vain arrogance, pride, and ſelfe-love,</l>
                  <l>With madneſſe added, though thou didſt not ſee't:</l>
                  <l>Theſe ſcorcht thee, with the ſandals on thy feet.</l>
                  <l>Thou Worthleſſe, what have all thy feignings bred,</l>
                  <l>Being now as others thruſt amongſt the Dead.</l>
                  <l>But <hi>Socrates,</hi> ô <hi>Aeacus,</hi> where's hee?</l>
                  <l>The only man I now deſire to ſee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>With <hi>Neſtor</hi> and <hi>Palamedes</hi> conſorting,</l>
                  <l>And thoſe with whom he beſt loves to be ſporting.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Yet were he here, I would ſalute him faine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>Behold then that bald Fellow.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>All are plaine</l>
                  <l>And without haire: it is an equall note,</l>
                  <l>As well amongſt theſe, as in place remote.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>He without noſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Why, amongſt great and ſmall,</l>
                  <l>I cannot ſpy one wiſe amongſt them all.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Socrat.</speaker>
                  <l>Doſt thou ſeeke me, <hi>Menippus?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Thee alone.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Socr.</speaker>
                  <l>How ſtand all things in Athens? long agone</l>
                  <l>It is ſince I came thence.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Many yong men,</l>
                  <l>Puny and junior Sophiſts, ſuch as then</l>
                  <l>Durſt not have talkt in publique, now looke hye,</l>
                  <l>and openly profeſſe Philoſophie.</l>
                  <l>Nay, who their habits ſhall obſerve, the gate</l>
                  <l>Muſt needs confeſſe that they ſtill imitate</l>
                  <l>The old Philoſophers. Th'haſt ſeen, I know,</l>
                  <l>How <hi>Ariſtippus</hi> to theſe Vaults below,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Plato</hi> came: daubd with ſweet unguents, th' one:</l>
                  <l>The other in ſmooth flatteries, caſt upon</l>
                  <l>The Tyrant of Sicilia.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Socrat.</speaker>
                  <l>But of me</l>
                  <l>What cenſure they?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>A bleſſed Ghoſt to be,</l>
                  <l>
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And one, in thoſe daies, whoſe predicting tongue</l>
                  <l>Spake of all things that to this place belong.</l>
                  <l>And therefore they admire thee, hold thee rare,</l>
                  <l>With whom none of the Sages might compare;</l>
                  <l>Above them skild, of ſuch things ſpeaking trueſt,</l>
                  <l>Yet (ſooth to ſay) I thinke more than thou kneweſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Socr.</speaker>
                  <l>I ſpake of theſe things as my skill enabled,</l>
                  <l>Which they held dreams, and that I meerly fabled.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>What are theſe three about thee?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Socr.</speaker>
                  <l>In a word,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Charmides, Phedrus, Clima</hi>'s ſon the third.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis well done (here too) to profeſſe thy Sect,</l>
                  <l>And uſe thoſe thy faire followers with reſpect.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Socr.</speaker>
                  <l>What can I better do, my ſelfe to pleaſe?</l>
                  <l>Come then, ſit downe, and by us take thine eaſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Not I, by <hi>Jove,</hi> but inſtantly returne,</l>
                  <l>To heare <hi>Sardanapal</hi> and <hi>Croeſus</hi> mourne:</l>
                  <l>Next to theſe two my manſion I will keepe,</l>
                  <l>Of purpoſe to deride them when they weepe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aeac.</speaker>
                  <l>I muſt be gon too, and have ſpeciall care</l>
                  <l>Leſt ſome ghoſt ſteale hence whil'ſt we abſent are.</l>
                  <l>My place is where thou foundſt me, next the dore;</l>
                  <l>When next we meet, I'le ſhew thee ten times more.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>I thanke thee <hi>Aeacus,</hi> even with my heart:</l>
                  <l>We have ſeen enough at one time, now let's part.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="17" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="138" facs="tcp:4265:77"/>
            <head>NEREVS, THERSITES, MENIPPVS.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>BEtwixt</hi> Therſites <hi>and</hi> Aglaia's <hi>Son</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>A ſudden emulation is begun,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Which of them both (being dead) is now moſt faire.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>The Morall ſhewes, In death alike we are.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE. <ptr target="#S13368.NOTE4"/>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ner.</speaker>
                  <l>TO end this new borne ſtrife, <hi>Therſites</hi> ſee</l>
                  <l>Here comes <hi>Menippus,</hi> he ſhal Vmpire be.</l>
                  <l>Prethee thou Cynick thy free cenſure tel</l>
                  <l>Which of us two in beauty moſt excell.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Reſolve me firſt, Who are you that thus ſeeke</l>
                  <l>To make me judge?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ner.</speaker>
                  <l>I <hi>Nereus</hi> the faire Greeke.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Therſ.</speaker>
                  <l>Deform'd <hi>Therſites</hi> I.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>But tell me now,</l>
                  <l>Which <hi>(a) Nereus,</hi> which <hi>(b) Therſites?</hi> for I vow</l>
                  <l>I cannot gueſſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Therſ.</speaker>
                  <l>In this thou art o'recome,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Nereus:</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Menippus</hi> cannot give his doome,</l>
                  <l>
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We are ſo like. What though blinde <hi>Homer</hi> boaſt,</l>
                  <l>And ſtile thee faireſt of the Grecian hoſt?</l>
                  <l>What though my thin and unkemb'd ſcattered haire</l>
                  <l>Fell in long Elfe-locks from my ſcalpe, now bare?</l>
                  <l>Do not my living ouglineſſe revile,</l>
                  <l>Death ranks us now together in one file.</l>
                  <l>Therefore to have this difference quickly ended,</l>
                  <l>Now iudge <hi>(c) Menippus.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ner.</speaker>
                  <l>Am not I deſcended</l>
                  <l>From <hi>Charopes</hi> and <hi>Aglaia,</hi> fam'd ſo far</l>
                  <l>Bove all that came vnto the Trojan war,</l>
                  <l>For my rare beauty?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>But <hi>Nereus</hi> know,</l>
                  <l>None bring their beauty to theſe Vaults below.</l>
                  <l>Of the fine fleſh thou bragſt of, wormes have fed,</l>
                  <l>Leaving thee nought ſave bones, like us now dead.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ner.</speaker>
                  <l>Aske <hi>Homer,</hi> of what fame <hi>Nereus</hi> was then,</l>
                  <l>And he will anſwer, The moſt faire of men;</l>
                  <l>Aſcribing Beauties praiſe fully to mee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Men.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou tellſt me dreames: I iudge by what I ſee.</l>
                  <l>If amongſt them that knew thee in thoſe daies</l>
                  <l>Thou wert ſo famous, ſeeke from them thy praiſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ner.</speaker>
                  <l>Am I not then the fair'ſt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Menip.</speaker>
                  <l>Nor he, nor thou,</l>
                  <l>Nor any one that is amongſt us now,</l>
                  <l>Can claime precedence: for equalitie</l>
                  <l>Reignes 'mongſt the Dead.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Therſ.</speaker>
                  <l>And that's enough for me.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="18" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="140" facs="tcp:4265:78"/>
            <head>IVPITER, MERCVRY, IVNO, PALLAS, VENVS, and PARIS.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument of the Dialogue, enti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tuled <hi>Deorum Iudicium.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>
                  <hi>THe Troian</hi> Paris, <hi>being yet a Swaine,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Is made the Iudge of</hi> Ates <hi>golden Ball.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Three goddeſſes contend, but two in vaine;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Venus <hi>(faire Beauties Queene) prevailes 'bove all.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>With</hi> Youth, <hi>her fraile gifts are more potent charmes,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Than</hi> Iuno's <hi>ſtate, than</hi> Pallas <hi>Arts or Armes.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <head>The DIALOGVE.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupit.</speaker>
                  <l>TAke <hi>(Mercury)</hi> this Apple, and make ſpeed</l>
                  <l>To Phrygia, there where <hi>Priams</hi> ſon doth feed</l>
                  <l>His herds of Cattell; thou art ſure to find him</l>
                  <l>In Ida mount, the part that's now aſſign'd him</l>
                  <l>Call'd Gargarus: and thus much to him ſay</l>
                  <l>From <hi>Jupiter,</hi> That we command him ſtay</l>
                  <l>All other his affaires; for being yong,</l>
                  <l>And beautifull withall, of a quicke tongue,</l>
                  <l>
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Whom moſt for amatorious things commend,</l>
                  <l>Him we appoint this doubtfull cauſe to end,</l>
                  <l>And he alone ſhall the prime Vmpier bee,</l>
                  <l>To tell which goddeſſe is the fair'ſt of three:</l>
                  <l>She that's crownd Victreſſe by the Trojan Boy,</l>
                  <l>For meed this golden Apple ſhall enioy.</l>
                  <l>This is the houre that calls you to be gon:</l>
                  <l>I am no competent judge to take upon</l>
                  <l>Me this arbitrement, ſince I approve,</l>
                  <l>They all have equall portion in my love;</l>
                  <l>And, were it poſſible, I would renowne</l>
                  <l>Each ſeverall Beauty with a Victors Crowne,</l>
                  <l>As bee'ng to me like deare. Whoſo ſhall give</l>
                  <l>The Palme to one, he cannot chuſe but live</l>
                  <l>In envy of the other: therefore I</l>
                  <l>Allow me no fit Iudge. Go then, apply</l>
                  <l>Your ſelves in haſte unto that Phrygian Swaine,</l>
                  <l>Who is deſcended of a regall ſtraine,</l>
                  <l>And Couſin to my <hi>Ganimed;</hi> a Youth</l>
                  <l>Simple, (as mountain-bred) who nought ſave truth</l>
                  <l>Knowes, and there's none that hath beheld his face,</l>
                  <l>But would eſteeme him worthy this great grace.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>For my part, <hi>Iupiter,</hi> what would I care,</l>
                  <l>If in this cenſure, Which ſhould be moſt faire,</l>
                  <l>Thou wouldſt us inſtantly to <hi>Minos</hi> ſend,</l>
                  <l>What can he finde in me to reprehend?</l>
                  <l>However I am confident, yet theſe</l>
                  <l>'Tis likewiſe fitting the yong man ſhould pleaſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>Neither have we, ô <hi>Venus,</hi> cauſe to feare,</l>
                  <l>Should <hi>Mars</hi> your Sweet-heart be made Vmpier here.</l>
                  <l>But to this Youth ſelected we aſſent,</l>
                  <l>And (be he what he will) we reſt content.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Is this your minde, my lovely <hi>Pallas?</hi> Tuſh,</l>
                  <l>I now perceive you turne your eies and bluſh:</l>
                  <l>Such baſhfulneſſe becomes chaſte Virgins ſtill;</l>
                  <l>I take thy ſilence for conſent, thy will</l>
                  <l>
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I finde with theirs hath correſpondence: Go,</l>
                  <l>And from yong <hi>Paris</hi> thy precedence know;</l>
                  <l>But take this charge from me, In thoſe that ſpeed not,</l>
                  <l>Malice or ſpleen againſt the Iudge it breed not,</l>
                  <l>Nor the yong man with any miſchiefes threat,</l>
                  <l>Since all of you alike cannot be great.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Proceed we then: this path directly leades</l>
                  <l>Vnto thoſe Phrygian paſtures and faire Meads;</l>
                  <l>I'le ſhew the way, you follow me apace,</l>
                  <l>Be all of courage, I both know the place,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Paris</hi> too, a beautifull yong man,</l>
                  <l>And in theſe amorous contentions can</l>
                  <l>As much as any; fit to undergo</l>
                  <l>This charge, and will not iudge amiſſe, I know.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>All this is as it ſhould be: I delight</l>
                  <l>In one not partiall, that will cenſure right.</l>
                  <l>But is he yet a Bachelor, canſt tell,</l>
                  <l>Or doth ſome Wife or Damſell with him dwell?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>I cannot ſay hee's altogether cleare</l>
                  <l>And free from women.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ven.</speaker>
                  <l>How's that? let me heare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>There lives with him a ſmug Idaean Laſſe,</l>
                  <l>Sufficiently faire, and one may paſſe</l>
                  <l>Amongſt the reſt, but ruſticall, as bred</l>
                  <l>In the ſame mountaine where his herd is fed:</l>
                  <l>Oft in familiar conference I have ſeen them,</l>
                  <l>But tooke no note of any love between them.</l>
                  <l>Why aske you <hi>Venus?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ven.</speaker>
                  <l>For no ill intent;</l>
                  <l>It came into my thoughts by accident.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Miner.</speaker>
                  <l>Ill doſt thou, <hi>Mercury,</hi> and us much wrong,</l>
                  <l>To hold us in fad conference ſo long.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Not ſo <hi>Minerva,</hi> lovely <hi>Venus</hi> ſpake</l>
                  <l>Nothing 'gainſt you; only ſhe chanc'd to make</l>
                  <l>A queſtion, if this <hi>Paris</hi> had a Bride.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Mincrv.</speaker>
                  <l>If nothing elſe, why didſt thou cloſely hide</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="143" facs="tcp:4265:79"/>
Such talke from us?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>She ſpake the word by chance;</l>
                  <l>To keep't from you was but my ignorance.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Miner.</speaker>
                  <l>Hath he none then?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>It ſeemes not.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Miner.</speaker>
                  <l>Doth he incline</l>
                  <l>To militarie Arts and diſcipline?</l>
                  <l>Is he of warlike ſpirit, from a ſtraine</l>
                  <l>Ambitious after glory? or meere Swaine?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>In that you plunge me; but as I can gueſſe,</l>
                  <l>Being yong and ſtrong, what can he promiſe leſſe,</l>
                  <l>Than prove a hopefull ſouldier?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ven.</speaker>
                  <l>Well, you ſee</l>
                  <l>I'plaine me not, nor is it griefe to mee,</l>
                  <l>That you two ſpake in privat; theſe complaints</l>
                  <l>Fit jealous heads, but none of <hi>Uenus</hi> Saints.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Take nothing ill, faire <hi>Venus,</hi> I beſeech,</l>
                  <l>For truly to reſolve you, her late ſpeech</l>
                  <l>To yours had reference: Then (as you are wiſe)</l>
                  <l>Preſume this, nought can bate you of your priſe;</l>
                  <l>The ſelfe ſame anſwer that to you I made,</l>
                  <l>I gave to her. I'th mean time whil'ſt we trade</l>
                  <l>In this diſcourſe, the greateſt part aſſign'd us</l>
                  <l>Of this our way we haue paſt, and left behind us</l>
                  <l>The ſtars already; Phrygia is not far,</l>
                  <l>For in our view Ida and Gargarus ar';</l>
                  <l>And if I be not much deceiv'd, I ſpy</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Paris</hi> the Iudge that muſt your beauties try.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>But I ſee no ſuch man.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Cloſe by me ſtand,</l>
                  <l>And caſt your eye that way, toward the left hand,</l>
                  <l>Not to the mountain top, but to the ſide,</l>
                  <l>Where you may ſpy a caves mouth gaping wide,</l>
                  <l>By which a faire herd's graſing.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>No ſuch ſight myne eies are guilty of.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Looke here forth-right,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="144" facs="tcp:4265:80"/>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Iuſt as my finger points, and in your ſight</l>
                  <l>Will fall a goodly herd of Beeves and Cowes;</l>
                  <l>Not where the rocke unto the ſteepeſt growes,</l>
                  <l>But towards the middle part, ſomewhat deſcending,</l>
                  <l>Behinde them comes a Swaine, it ſeemes, intending</l>
                  <l>To keepe them cloſe together, leſt they ſtray,</l>
                  <l>Downe from the rocks he makes his ſpeedieſt way;</l>
                  <l>Holding withall a ſharpe goad in his hand.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>Now <hi>Hermes</hi> I begin to underſtand:</l>
                  <l>If that be he, I ſpy him.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis confeſt:</l>
                  <l>But being now ſo neere the earth, 'tis beſt</l>
                  <l>(If ſo you thinke it fitting) we deſcend.</l>
                  <l>And towards him a moderat pace extend;</l>
                  <l>Leſt ſouſing on the ſudden from an hye,</l>
                  <l>The frighted Swaine may take his heeles and fly.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Hermes</hi> ſpeakes well: Let's all at once alight,</l>
                  <l>You <hi>(Venus)</hi> in this way have beſt inſight,</l>
                  <l>As ſhe therein beſt skild, who (as Fame tells)</l>
                  <l>Vpon this mountaine oft in caves and cells,</l>
                  <l>To ſatiate your luſt, and pay Loves debt,</l>
                  <l>In <hi>Vulcans</hi> abſence with <hi>Anchiſes</hi> met.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Iuno,</hi> your ſcoffes and taunts are ill apply'de,</l>
                  <l>Nor do they move me.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Come, I'le be your Guide,</l>
                  <l>Theſe well knowne paths I did of cuſtome tread,</l>
                  <l>When <hi>Iupiter</hi> firſt lov'd his <hi>Ganimed;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>They were then frequent with me, as being ſent</l>
                  <l>Still to and fro, to accompliſh his intent:</l>
                  <l>When hither like an Egle he deſcended,</l>
                  <l>I preſent was, (for alwaies I attended,</l>
                  <l>And in his rape aſſiſted) at what time</l>
                  <l>He ſnatcht him hence, unto you place ſublime.</l>
                  <l>The Lad by chance cloſe by his Fold was fitting,</l>
                  <l>Voice to the pipe, the pipe to his voice fitting.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Iove</hi> ſoaring high, downe on the ſudden ſhifteth,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="145" facs="tcp:4265:80"/>
Behinde him falls, and at an inſtant lifteth</l>
                  <l>Him gently from the earth, his crooked bill</l>
                  <l>Faſtning vpon the wreath the Lad kept ſtill</l>
                  <l>About his browes, griping and holding faſt</l>
                  <l>Yet (without harme) th' affrighted Youth, who' agaſt,</l>
                  <l>Turneth his head the clean contrary way,</l>
                  <l>Not knowing what to thinke, much leſſe to ſay:</l>
                  <l>His oten pipe he then let fall through feare.</l>
                  <l>But leaving this diſcourſe, we now draw neere</l>
                  <l>The Iudge we came to ſeek for. Herdſman God ſave thee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>The like to thee yong man: I only crave thee</l>
                  <l>To be reſolv'd, What art thou? and to tell</l>
                  <l>What are theſe faire ones that in ſhape excell?</l>
                  <l>They are not ſuch as daily we behold</l>
                  <l>Vpon theſe hills their flocks to graze and fold,</l>
                  <l>But fairer much.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Know, theſe no women be,</l>
                  <l>But of more high ſtrain and ſublimitie;</l>
                  <l>That, <hi>Iuno;</hi> that <hi>Minerva; Venus</hi> ſhee,</l>
                  <l>And I the ſon of <hi>Maia, Mercurie.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Iove</hi> greets thee thus: Why do thy ſpirits faile?</l>
                  <l>Why trembl'ſt, and ſo ſuddenly lookſt pale?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eare not, there is no danger, his command</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s, Thou 'twixt theſe the vnpartiall Vmpire ſtand,</l>
                  <l>Of their choice features: Thus he bad me ſay,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ince thou thy ſelfe art beautifull, and may</l>
                  <l>Though in this Ida there be Louers many)</l>
                  <l>Yet in theſe complements compare with any.</l>
                  <l>Therefore to thee this iudgement I commit,</l>
                  <l>As vnto him that beſt can cenſure it:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ehold this <hi>Golden Apple,</hi> and adviſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>Tis of the choiceſt beauty, the rare priſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Pray give me leave, what's there inſerib'd to view;</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>
                           <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                              <desc>•</desc>
                           </gap>ive to the Faireſt this as Beauties due.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ow can I, my Lord <hi>Mercury,</hi> bee'ng humane,</l>
                     <l>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>nd leaſt of Mortals, a meere ruſtick ſwaine,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="146" facs="tcp:4265:81"/>
Be a ſufficient judge? that <hi>Iove</hi> ſhould prove me</l>
                     <l>In matters weighty and ſo far above me?</l>
                     <l>Such deſceptations would be better try'de</l>
                     <l>In cities wall'd, where men are ſolely apply'de</l>
                     <l>To delicacies: what more can you expect</l>
                     <l>From me, than cenſure thoſe that I protect;</l>
                     <l>To ſay, that ſhe Goat is than this more faire,</l>
                     <l>And that this Heifer may with that compare:</l>
                     <l>To iudge of ſuch I may perhaps have skill;</l>
                     <l>But theſe are beautifull alike, and ſtill</l>
                     <l>The more my raviſht eies vpon them dwell,</l>
                     <l>The more they ſeem in beauty to excell:</l>
                     <l>Such admirable parts in all I ſpye,</l>
                     <l>From none of them I can retract myne eye;</l>
                     <l>Where firſt it faſtens it inſiſts, and thence</l>
                     <l>I hardly can withdraw myne Optick ſence:</l>
                     <l>How am I then diſtracted ſeverall waies,</l>
                     <l>Where ſtill the preſent Object I muſt praiſe?</l>
                     <l>Where having dwelt with pleaſure, if by chance,</l>
                     <l>Vpon a ſecond I ſhall hap to glance,</l>
                     <l>Myne eye's took captive and ſurpris'd again,</l>
                     <l>For thence I ſtrive to ranſom it in vain.</l>
                     <l>What judgement can I give, when I proteſt,</l>
                     <l>The beauty that is neereſt will ſhew beſt:</l>
                     <l>Then what a tumult it within me breeds,</l>
                     <l>When as by birth-right each of them ſucceeds?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>In briefe, who to my true ſence can reſtore me,</l>
                     <l>Their pulchritudes being circumfus'd all o're me?</l>
                     <l>As if my weake conceivements to confound,</l>
                     <l>At once they circle and involve me round;</l>
                     <l>Now I could wiſh I'had eies behinde, before,</l>
                     <l>And that I were like <hi>Argos,</hi> (eies all o're)</l>
                     <l>Iuſt, only I ſhall then my iudgement call,</l>
                     <l>When I this <hi>Apple</hi> can diſpoſe to all.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Let me collect my ſelfe! This is the Wife</l>
                     <l>And Siſter to Great <hi>Iove,</hi> with whom to have ſtrife</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="147" facs="tcp:4265:81"/>
Were dangerous. Theſe two his daughters, and</l>
                     <l>'Gainſt them how can my oppoſition ſtand,</l>
                     <l>Without much prejudice?</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>All I can ſay,</l>
                  <l>'Tis <hi>Joves</hi> command, thou muſt perforce obey.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>One thing perſuade them, <hi>Mercury,</hi> I intreat,</l>
                  <l>That the two Vanquiſht would nor rage nor threat;</l>
                  <l>But to impute it, if they loſe the priſe,</l>
                  <l>To the fraile weakneſſe of a Mortals eies.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>They ſo haue promis'd: but the time drawes on,</l>
                  <l>That now thy ſentence muſt be call'd vpon.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Par.</speaker>
                  <l>Then to pleaſe one, I'le dare the ſpleen of two,</l>
                  <l>For in this ſtraight what leſſe can <hi>Paris</hi> do?</l>
                  <l>Yet one thing, <hi>Hermes,</hi> I with leave would know,</l>
                  <l>Is it enough to judge by th' outward ſhew,</l>
                  <l>Peruſing them thus habited and clad?</l>
                  <l>Or wert not fit a nearer courſe were had?</l>
                  <l>To have them all ſtript naked, that myne eye</l>
                  <l>May view them with more curioſitie?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>A queſtion that from ſound diſcretion growes,</l>
                  <l>And being Iudge, they are at thy diſpoſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>At my diſpoſe? Then I will haue all three</l>
                  <l>Stript to their skinnes.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>He'hath ſpoke; ſo it muſt be.</l>
                  <l>Vnbrace your ſelues, put off, and nothing hide;</l>
                  <l>Whilſt he ſurveighs each part, I'le turne aſide.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>Well apprehended, <hi>Paris,</hi> and ſee, I</l>
                  <l>Diſrobe me firſt: Now this way turne thine eye,</l>
                  <l>Behold my white wriſts, and my arms quite bare,</l>
                  <l>And are not theſe incomparably rare?</l>
                  <l>I am nor ſtaring, nor yet narrow ey'de,</l>
                  <l>Theſe two the marks of Cowardiſe or Pride;</l>
                  <l>Where e're thy curious eye ſhall now invade,</l>
                  <l>I'am equally and vniformly made.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>Diſrobe you likewiſe, <hi>Venus.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Minerva.</speaker>
                  <l>Not in haſte,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="148" facs="tcp:4265:82"/>
Till ſhe hath ta'ne her girdle from her waſte,</l>
                  <l>And caſt it by; that firſt thing let her grant thee,</l>
                  <l>For, <hi>Paris,</hi> ſhee's a Witch, and will inchant thee,</l>
                  <l>Being long ſtudied in preſtigious guiles,</l>
                  <l>And apt to circumvent thee with her ſmiles.</l>
                  <l>Nor was it meet ſhe ſhould have come thus gay,</l>
                  <l>Trickt vp in colours and ſuch rich array,</l>
                  <l>Her cheeks with ſundry paintings plaiſtred o're,</l>
                  <l>Like to ſome Proſtitute or obſcoene Whore:</l>
                  <l>When nothing but bare form and feature true</l>
                  <l>Should be expos'd vnto the Iudges view.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>Of that inchanted Belt you well adviſe;</l>
                  <l>Caſt it away.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>Why doth not ſhe likewiſe</l>
                  <l>Her glorious plumed helmet caſt aſide,</l>
                  <l>Or heave the brim that doth her forehead hide,</l>
                  <l>Diſplaying her uncover'd face and breſt,</l>
                  <l>But with her truncheon ſtrikes vpon her creſt,</l>
                  <l>As if ſhe meant the Iudge to terrifie,</l>
                  <l>That he th'upright cauſe might not verifie?</l>
                  <l>Or elſe (her threatning Burgaret caſt hence)</l>
                  <l>Her blew faint eies might give the Iudge offence.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Miner.</speaker>
                  <l>There lies myne helmet.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>There my girdle by.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>We now all bare to thine inſpection ly.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>O <hi>Iove,</hi> thou Wonder-maker, make me bold.</l>
                  <l>What glorious objects do I now behold!</l>
                  <l>What pulchritude? What extaſy'de delight?</l>
                  <l>What a rare Virgin's that? how faire, how bright?</l>
                  <l>But ſhe, how venerable? nay, divine?</l>
                  <l>What royall power within her front doth ſhine?</l>
                  <l>What majeſtie? yet intermixt with love,</l>
                  <l>She alone worthy to be wife to <hi>Iove</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>How lovely ſhines the tother in my face?</l>
                  <l>With what a moving irreſiſtable grace?</l>
                  <l>Her tempting lips, ſo paralleld in meetneſſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="149" facs="tcp:4265:82"/>
Whiſper to me all blandiſhment and ſweetneſſe.</l>
                  <l>Of this vnbounded ſurpluſage of pleaſure,</l>
                  <l>I am now ſated in abundant meaſure:</l>
                  <l>Therefore ſo pleaſe them to my will attone,</l>
                  <l>I gladly would peruſe them one by one;</l>
                  <l>Being ambiguous in my ſelfe, and doubt,</l>
                  <l>(Diſtracted thus) I ſhall not long hold out:</l>
                  <l>How can my brain or eye be truly guided,</l>
                  <l>Being at once ſo many waies divided.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>So let us do.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>You two your ſelves retyre;</l>
                  <l>But <hi>Iuno</hi> ſtay.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>It is my ſole deſire.</l>
                  <l>And when thou haſt with thy acuteſt eyes.</l>
                  <l>Perus'd this feature, void of all diſguiſe,</l>
                  <l>And with thy moſt inquiſitive eyes made way</l>
                  <l>Through all that thou canſt poſſibly diſplay,</l>
                  <l>I'le give the reſt place. Great is my donation,</l>
                  <l>If I prevaile by thee: make proclamation,</l>
                  <l>That I am Vict'reſſe, and take <hi>Iuno's</hi> word,</l>
                  <l>I'le of all Aſia make thee King and Lord.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>I am not ſway'd with gifts; but be you gon,</l>
                  <l>What's right and iuſt muſt now be thought vpon.</l>
                  <l>Draw neere, <hi>Minerva.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Miner.</speaker>
                  <l>See, I am at hand:</l>
                  <l>If in this ſtrife of Beauty firſt I ſtand,</l>
                  <l>And thou pronounce me faireſt; from thy cattell,</l>
                  <l>I'le bring thee vnto many a glorious battell,</l>
                  <l>From whence thou, vanquiſht never ſhalt retyre;</l>
                  <l>I'le make thee a prime Generall, and aſpire</l>
                  <l>To deeds of fame and honor, in all which</l>
                  <l>Thou ſhalt be conqueror, crown'd with triumphs rich.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>Of thundring wars I <hi>(Pallas)</hi> have no feare;</l>
                  <l>Peace (as you ſee) is publiſht every where,</l>
                  <l>Phrygia and Lydia are now both at reſt,</l>
                  <l>Neither with forrein nor home-broiles oppreſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="150" facs="tcp:4265:83"/>
My fathers Empire is in quiet: yet</l>
                  <l>Thinke not that I your noble gifts forget;</l>
                  <l>You may hope well, yet know me thus far ſtayd,</l>
                  <l>I being Iudge muſt not with bribes be ſwayd:</l>
                  <l>Take up your garments, put your Helmet on,</l>
                  <l>I'have ſeen ſufficient, you may now be gon.</l>
                  <l>Now your time calls you, <hi>Uenus.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I am here,</l>
                     <l>And be not ſparing, <hi>Paris,</hi> with eies cleere</l>
                     <l>Contemplate me in all and every member,</l>
                     <l>Paſſe nothing curſorily, but ſtill remember</l>
                     <l>What now thou ſeeſt; fix both thine eies and heart</l>
                     <l>Not in one place, but all and every part,</l>
                     <l>And where the object pleaſeth let them dwell;</l>
                     <l>Then truly iudge if I the reſt excell.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Whilſt th'other ſences are full feaſted here,</l>
                     <l>Lend me (ô Faire one) for a while thine eare;</l>
                     <l>I'have ſeen thee oft, and have obſerv'd thee long</l>
                     <l>To be a Youth more beautifull and ſtrong</l>
                     <l>Than any other here in Phrygia bred;</l>
                     <l>So I have thought, ſo I have often ſed.</l>
                     <l>Yet as I for thy curious parts commend thee,</l>
                     <l>For ſome things I of force muſt reprehend thee;</l>
                     <l>Who 'mongſt theſe crags and rocks conſum'ſt thy prime</l>
                     <l>Spending thy beauty, which will fade by time,</l>
                     <l>In ſolitudes, with beaſts that peopled are,</l>
                     <l>And not in cities, who can judge what's rare:</l>
                     <l>What (prethee) in theſe mountaines canſt thou gain?</l>
                     <l>Thy Beeves and Cowes ſhall cenſure thee in vain,</l>
                     <l>Thou' art loſt amongſt them: it ſhould be thy pride,</l>
                     <l>(Richly arrayd) to ſeeke thee out a Bride,</l>
                     <l>No Shepherdeſſe or ruſtick Damſell, ſuch</l>
                     <l>As Ida in aboundance yeelds too much.</l>
                     <l>I would haue thee finde out ſome Crecian Queen,</l>
                     <l>Such as in Argos are, or Corinth ſeen,</l>
                     <l>Or in Lacena. Now I call to minde,</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="151" facs="tcp:4265:83"/>
There's Spartan <hi>Hellen;</hi> ô that thou couldſt finde</l>
                     <l>And compaſſe her: to thee I make confeſſion,</l>
                     <l>Shee's yong and beautifull beyond expreſſion,</l>
                     <l>Nay in all parts both outward and interior,</l>
                     <l>(Still view me) no way to this ſhape inferior;</l>
                     <l>And what above theſe ſhould inflame thy minde,</l>
                     <l>She is not coy, but affable and kinde:</l>
                     <l>Who had ſhe ſeen, as I behold thee now</l>
                     <l>(All fortunes quite relinquiſht) would, I vow,</l>
                     <l>As knowing no way to be better ſped,</l>
                     <l>Fly to thine armes, thy boſome, and thy bed.</l>
                     <l>Perhaps of ſuch an one you have heard tell.</l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>Never, ô <hi>Venus,</hi> but you pleaſe me well</l>
                  <l>In her deſcription: on: to whatſoe're</l>
                  <l>You ſpeake of her, I'le give attentive eare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Uenus.</speaker>
                  <l>She was the childe of <hi>Laeda,</hi> than her mother,</l>
                  <l>(<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ill ſhe outſtript her) liv'd not ſuch another.</l>
                  <l>For <hi>Laeda</hi> was <hi>Ioves</hi> Paramor, who then</l>
                  <l>To have of her fruition, like a ſwan,</l>
                  <l>Downe ſowſing came from heaven, by whoſe congreſſion</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Hellen,</hi> is <hi>Ioves</hi> owne daughter, by ſucceſſion.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>Of what aſpect is ſhe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>White without ſpot;</l>
                  <l>And needs ſhe muſt, being 'twixt two Swans begot:</l>
                  <l>That ſhe is ſoft and tender, agrees well;</l>
                  <l>Conceiv'd and born too in a ſmooth white ſhell;</l>
                  <l>Naked ſhe wreſtles oft for exerciſe,</l>
                  <l>And from theſe games returnes with many a priſe:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>utors from all parts have come thronging to her,</l>
                  <l>And happy he could finde the grace to woo her.</l>
                  <l>Nay, ſuch as have bin forc'd to go without her,</l>
                  <l>Not only threatned, but rais'd war about her.</l>
                  <l>Even <hi>Theſeus</hi> held her choice of all his bliſſes,</l>
                  <l>Nor could he ſtay till ſhe were ripe for kiſſes,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut raviſht her yet yong: but when ſhe came</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o a full feather, her unequal'd fame</l>
                  <l>
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Grew with her feature: then the Optimates,</l>
                  <l>Princes, and of the Argives the chiefe States</l>
                  <l>Solicited her Nuptials: the prime man</l>
                  <l>Was <hi>Menelaus</hi> the Pelopidan,</l>
                  <l>He wood and woon; and yet if thou agree,</l>
                  <l>Her and her Dower I will confer on thee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>What's this you ſpeake? wil you your pains imploy</l>
                  <l>To give me, whom another doth enioy?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>Is that a thing which difficult appeares?</l>
                  <l>Thou art as yong in knowledge as in yeares.</l>
                  <l>I promiſe what I can performe with eaſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>Shew me the means how, and it well ſhall pleaſe,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>Then thus; Thou ſhalt a voyage vndertake</l>
                  <l>To travell through all populous Greece, and make</l>
                  <l>That thy deſigne. Now when thou ſhalt arrive</l>
                  <l>At Lacedemon, <hi>Helena</hi> will ſtrive</l>
                  <l>To give thee welcome. What ſhall then ſucceed</l>
                  <l>Leave to my care, for thine it ſhall not need.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>But this appeares incredible to me,</l>
                  <l>Impoſſible and meerly abſurd, that ſhe</l>
                  <l>Should leave a husband, kingdome, and a Crowne,</l>
                  <l>Subjects and ſervants, and all theſe her owne,</l>
                  <l>Forſaking land, to hazard the ſeas danger,</l>
                  <l>To follow me, a rude gueſt and a ſtranger.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>Be thou of courage; for the ſame intent</l>
                  <l>I have two lovely children ſhall be ſent</l>
                  <l>Thy Guides and Captaines, who with all facilitie</l>
                  <l>Shall worke my ends: <hi>(Cupid</hi> and <hi>Amabilitie)</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Cupid</hi> ſhall altogether undermine her,</l>
                  <l>And to thy ſelfe impulſively combine her.</l>
                  <l>With thee ſhall <hi>Amabilitie</hi> perſever,</l>
                  <l>At all occaſions be about thee ever;</l>
                  <l>By whoſe infuſion thou ſhalt be inſpir'd</l>
                  <l>To' appeare to her much lovely, moſt deſir'd.</l>
                  <l>I will be preſent there, the more to friend thee,</l>
                  <l>And will entreat the Graces to attend thee,</l>
                  <l>
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Who ſhall be thy companions; all together,</l>
                  <l>What cannot we compell her to? and whether?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet, faire <hi>Venus,</hi> I am ſtill in doubt,</l>
                  <l>By what ſafe means this may be brought about.</l>
                  <l>I love that <hi>Hellen,</hi> though as yet unknowne,</l>
                  <l>And (by what means I know not) I am growne</l>
                  <l>Inamor'd of her; for beholding thee,</l>
                  <l>(O <hi>Venus)</hi> now me-thinks I <hi>Hellen</hi> ſee.</l>
                  <l>Me-thinks for Greece I now am vnder ſaile,</l>
                  <l>In Sparta am ſafe landed, and prevaile;</l>
                  <l>That I behold her in her beauties pride,</l>
                  <l>And bring from thence a bright and glorious Bride.</l>
                  <l>Why, e're begin, do I applaud the end?</l>
                  <l>I grieve I act not what I apprehend.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>Be not too forward in thy love, I prethee,</l>
                  <l>But (ô thou fair'ſt of Near heards) take me with thee;</l>
                  <l>Doat not too ſoone, nor be thou over-ſpeedy,</l>
                  <l>Till I my ſelfe thy Bride bed have made ready,</l>
                  <l>Having firſt reconcil'd you: with condition</l>
                  <l>That I of this great priſe may have fruition.</l>
                  <l>'Twill grace your mariag<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> when as Victreſſe I</l>
                  <l>Shall preſent be at that Solemnitie,</l>
                  <l>And after all ſuch buſie pain and toile,</l>
                  <l>Vnto my triumph adde thy glorious ſpoile.</l>
                  <l>Do but thou make this golden Apple mine,</l>
                  <l>Shee with her love and bride-bed are all thine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>And yet perhaps when you have gain'd this priſe,</l>
                  <l>You may neglect, and me (a Swaine) deſpiſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>Shall I ſweare to thee?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>No, it ſhall ſuffice,</l>
                  <l>That you have paſt your promiſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>Heare me then,</l>
                  <l>(O thou moſt faire and beautifull of men)</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> vow, all lets and cavils ſet aſide,</l>
                  <l>This hand ſhall give thee <hi>Hellen</hi> for thy Bride;</l>
                  <l>That from all future dangers I'le defend thee,</l>
                  <l>
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And in thy journey carefully attend thee,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe ſhall follow thee, and proſtitute</l>
                  <l>Both will and body to thine amorous ſmile:</l>
                  <l>That I'le be there to ſee howall things ſtand,</l>
                  <l>And have in all theſe an aſſiſtant hand.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>But will you bring along rankt in their places</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Cupid</hi> and <hi>Amabilitie,</hi> with the <hi>Graces?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>Doubt not I will, and to make quick diſpatch,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Deſire</hi> and <hi>Hymen,</hi> to conclude the match.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Paris.</speaker>
                  <l>For theſe, and theſe alone, as fair'ſt of all,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Uenus,</hi> to thee I give the golden Ball.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="19" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="155" facs="tcp:4265:85"/>
            <head>IVPITER and IO.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <l>IO, <hi>of whom we next diſcuſſe,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Daughter toth' River</hi> Inachus,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>(The faireſt Nymph that liv'd that time,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>As being in her youth and prime)</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Was ſeen by</hi> Iove <hi>lov'd, and compreſt.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Queen <hi>Iuno,</hi> Her, as of the reſt,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Growne Jealous o're, doth project lay,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>How in their ſports them to betray.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Whom to prevent (J know not how)</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>But</hi> Iove <hi>tranſhapes her to a Cow.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>The Goddeſſe knowing how indeard</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>She was to him, comes to the Heard,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And begs this Heifer. He not dar'd</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>(However the requeſt ſeem'd hard)</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Her to deny. Shee's now her charge,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And nought her freedome can inlarge.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>The paſſages that hence may grow,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>The ſequell will hereafter ſhow.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <stage>Enter 16, <hi>Daphne,</hi> with other Nymphs called <hi>Naiades,</hi> the Daughters of the Rivers neere adjacent.</stage>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Io.</speaker>
                  <l>HEre, <hi>Daphne,</hi> by your father <hi>Peneus</hi> ſtreams</l>
                  <l>(which falling from the top of Pindus mount,</l>
                  <l>Waters <hi>Hemonian Tempe)</hi> let us ſit,</l>
                  <l>
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All daughters to the Rivers flowing neere:</l>
                  <l>There old <hi>Apidanus</hi> ſteales (murmuring) by;</l>
                  <l>Next, Poplar-ſhadowed <hi>Enipeus</hi> glides:</l>
                  <l>Not far, <hi>Amphriſus, Aeas,</hi> and 'mongſt theſe,</l>
                  <l>(Not leaſt) my father, good old <hi>Inachus</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Lifts up his reverend head, with freſh floures crown'd,</l>
                  <l>Preſcribing lawes and limits to his ſtreams,</l>
                  <l>To bound them in their channels, curb their torrent,</l>
                  <l>Leſt in their pride they ſhould o'reſwell their banks;</l>
                  <l>Commanding them, through thouſand ſtrange indents</l>
                  <l>To pay his plenteous tribute to the ſeas.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daphne.</speaker>
                  <l>And how much are we bound vnto the gods,</l>
                  <l>(Faire <hi>Io)</hi> to be Nymphs, not generated</l>
                  <l>From mariſh Meares, nor yet from ſtanding Lakes,</l>
                  <l>From ſedgy brooks, thick pooles, or ſhallow foords,</l>
                  <l>Nor yet from violent and robuſtuous ſeas.</l>
                  <l>Their waters keep a ſmooth and gentle courſe,</l>
                  <l>Not mov'd to fury by the warring windes;</l>
                  <l>Nor when loud fluxes fall to ſwell their bounds,</l>
                  <l>And make deep inundations on the meads:</l>
                  <l>Nor can the parching drought ſo dry their ſprings,</l>
                  <l>But that their channels keep a temperature:</l>
                  <l>Their modeſt ſhallowes ſerve us for coole baths</l>
                  <l>In ſummer time to play and wanton in:</l>
                  <l>Their depths, to bate our hookes with wormes and flies</l>
                  <l>Faſtned to lines made of ſmall twiſted ſilke,</l>
                  <l>And ſo betray the creatures of the floud.</l>
                  <l>Their chryſtall waves are Myrrhors, in the which</l>
                  <l>We dreſſe our heads, and put theſe curles in forme,</l>
                  <l>Sometimes ſo cunningly, as if that Art</l>
                  <l>Had power to exceed Nature: and againe,</l>
                  <l>With careleſſe, but ſo curious a neglect,</l>
                  <l>As if meere Chance did antecede them both.</l>
                  <l>This makes us of the Satyrs ſo admir'd,</l>
                  <l>And of the Faunes and Swaines ſo much belov'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Io.</speaker>
                  <l>Why, have you Sutors, <hi>Daphne?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
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                  <speaker>Daphne.</speaker>
                  <l>Beſides ſuch,</l>
                  <l>For theſe my father, by whoſe will I am ſwayd)</l>
                  <l>Accounts as mean) of Gallants I have change;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>oth City and the Court.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>But I may claim</l>
                  <l>Prioritie above all water Nymphs,</l>
                  <l>Nor can the <hi>Naiades</hi> compare with me;</l>
                  <l>No, <hi>Daphne,</hi> not your ſelfe. The rurall Swaines,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hey gather from theſe banks mellifluous floures,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd make you chaplets to adorn your browes,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd ſhadow your choice beauty from the Sun,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ay thinke them coſtly Preſents: but I'am one</l>
                  <l>To whom the gods themſelves have offred gifts.</l>
                  <l>Then before all the daughters of theſe flouds</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> claim a juſt precedence.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>By what dream,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>r rather by what brain-ſicke fantaſie</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ath <hi>Io</hi> been deluded?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>My apprehenſions</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>e no weake fantoms to beguile the ſence,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>t reall, and in action; with their form</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hey beare a being ſubſtance.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>Hath your Beauty</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d amongſt men ſuch long and ſtrange neglect,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>at <hi>Io</hi> would to colour ſuch diſgrace,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ccuſe the gods of weakneſſe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>Let earths Beauties</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>enſure of Earth, meere terren as yours be,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>d aime no further: the while this of myne</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>all be new queſtion'd by the Powers Divine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>Now by what gods, for Heav'ns ſake?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>Not the meaneſt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> ſuch as we call under-deities,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> melancholy <hi>Saturn,</hi> (by his ſon</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>il'd and baniſht from the ſupreme rule)</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Phoebus,</hi> a meere Vaſſal to the earth,</l>
                  <l>
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And forc'd each naturall day to meaſure heaven;</l>
                  <l>As <hi>Neptune,</hi> Soveraign o're the Seas, to whom</l>
                  <l>Our tributary rivers hourely pay:</l>
                  <l>As <hi>Mercury,</hi> though ſon to <hi>Iove</hi> himſelfe,</l>
                  <l>No better than his Foot-boy or his Page,</l>
                  <l>Compeld at every ſummons to his ſpeed:</l>
                  <l>But of the potent Thunderer.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>He of whom</l>
                  <l>You have learn'd to thunder theſe impoſſible braves.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Io,</hi> I am aſham'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Io.</speaker>
                  <l>Yes, that your beauty's</l>
                  <l>Compoſed of the groſſer elements,</l>
                  <l>Want that attraction to call <hi>Iove</hi> himſelfe</l>
                  <l>Downe from his heavenly Fabrick, to behold</l>
                  <l>Vs in our eminence.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>Strange wonder ſure,</l>
                  <l>To looke vpon that face in which we Mortals,</l>
                  <l>And value it at beſt, can nothing ſpy,</l>
                  <l>Breed admiration in a Deity!</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>A noiſe of thunder. Enter</hi> Iupiter <hi>in his glory, his Triſull in h<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap> hand burning; at ſight of whom they ſtand afrighted.</hi>
                  </stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Io.</speaker>
                  <l>Appeare, <hi>Iove,</hi> in thy glory, let them know</l>
                  <l>Ei, ſham'd confeſſe their fond ſurmiſes vain,</l>
                  <l>And what it is, thy god-head to prophane.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>Fly, fly, leſt we be thunder-ſtrooke, away;</l>
                  <l>Let's ſeeke our ſafety, danger's in our ſtay.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou <hi>Daphne,</hi> who <hi>Ioves</hi> preſence now doſt ſhun,</l>
                  <l>Swifter ere long ſhalt from, <hi>Apollo</hi> run.</l>
                  <l>But there lie that which makes us terrible,</l>
                  <l>Affrighting gods and men. <hi>Io</hi> to thee</l>
                  <l>In calmes I come, and Faire one make me proud,</l>
                  <l>To ſeale the love which I ſo long have vow'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Io.</speaker>
                  <l>What ſteale? what vow?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="159" facs="tcp:4265:87"/>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Both thou ſhalt finde impreſt</l>
                  <l>On thy ſmooth cheeke, ſoft lip, and Ivory breſt,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Io.</speaker>
                  <l>Forbeare to handle; yet I never knew</l>
                  <l>A man ſo bold and rude: Can gods diſpence,</l>
                  <l>To teach us Women unknowne impudence?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Nay rather we ſolicit you to prove</l>
                  <l>What yet you have not try'de, the ſweets of love.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Io.</speaker>
                  <l>Things that I would not learn.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>A Truant ſtill?</l>
                  <l>If you want art, <hi>Io,</hi> I can teach you skill:</l>
                  <l>Give me your hand, your lip: why theſe but are</l>
                  <l>The Prologue to a paſtime much more rare.</l>
                  <l>Women by nature are ambitious, and</l>
                  <l>Long to know what they do not underſtand.</l>
                  <l>I'le practiſe you in that which you before</l>
                  <l>Ne're knew.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Io.</speaker>
                  <l>In all this lip-ſport? or what more</l>
                  <l>Is in theſe kiſſes meant? I am ſo dull,—</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>All theſe my Comment ſhall explain at full.</l>
                  <l>In vain you ſtrive.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Io.</speaker>
                  <l>Should I do ought ſave well,</l>
                  <l>I were vndone, my fathers flouds would tell;</l>
                  <l>Theſe are his banks, they'l blab: What mean you? fie;</l>
                  <l>They ſwell above their bounds, only to ſpie</l>
                  <l>And ſee what we are doing. Piſh, away,</l>
                  <l>Such deeds of darkneſſe can you do by day?</l>
                  <l>Beſides, ſhall I conſent to what you mean,</l>
                  <l>Not all theſe ſilver drops can waſh me clean.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Where I doe ſtain I can again make pure:</l>
                  <l>And that Day ſhall not hinder us, be ſure:</l>
                  <l>Ariſe you fogs and damps, your vapors gather,</l>
                  <l>To ſhroud us both from <hi>Iuno</hi> and thy father.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Io.</speaker>
                  <l>You make me bluſh.</l>
                  <stage>A great damp ariſeth.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Theſe bluſhes none ſhall ſee;</l>
                  <l>Behold theſe miſts, to curtain us and thee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Io.</speaker>
                  <l>Well, when what moſt you ſue for, you have won,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="160" facs="tcp:4265:88"/>
My comfort is, I ſee not what is done,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>And Io now I'le teach thee ſports untry'de,</l>
                  <l>In darkneſſe beſt a Virgins bluſh to hide.</l>
                  <stage>Exeunt</stage>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Iuno.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>Not in the heav'ns? where then? In vain it were</l>
                  <l>To ſearch the ſeas; the blew vein'd <hi>Nor<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ae,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And green hair'd <hi>Dorides</hi> with all their brats,</l>
                  <l>Styl'd by the names of water goddeſſes,</l>
                  <l>(Though Proſtitutes to <hi>Neptune)</hi> 'mongſt them all</l>
                  <l>Yeeld not a face to pleaſe his curious eye.</l>
                  <l>Where then? The earth? I that, if any place,</l>
                  <l>Yeelds choice of tempting Beauties: Argos bred</l>
                  <l>A golden <hi>Danaë,</hi> Thebes afforded an</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Alcmena</hi> and a wanton <hi>Semele;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Pelagia, a <hi>Caliſto;</hi> Sparta nurſt</l>
                  <l>A ſwan-like <hi>Laeda,</hi> (Strumpets) of all which</l>
                  <l>I ſought a ſure, but found a vain revenge.</l>
                  <l>Why may not then Theſſalian Tempe yeeld</l>
                  <l>Like faſcination, ſince their impudence</l>
                  <l>Is more and more encourag'd by my wrongs:</l>
                  <l>Here then I make inquiry. The day's cleare;</l>
                  <l>Whence come theſe foggy myſts that choke the aire,</l>
                  <l>In ſo ſerene and bright an hemiſphere?</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Aut ego fall<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>r, aut ego ledar.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>If from the earth, this ſudden overcaſt</l>
                  <l>Would ſmell of thicke and ſuffocating damps:</l>
                  <l>If from the aire, or any ſulph'rous fire,</l>
                  <l>It would be found by their caliditie.</l>
                  <l>If from the Rivers, or theſe mooriſh fennes,</l>
                  <l>Humiditie would tell vs whence they were.</l>
                  <l>No, theſe are forc'd, and by ſome god-like power,</l>
                  <l>Created for a more peculiaruſe:</l>
                  <l>And now my jealouſie moſt truly prompts me.</l>
                  <l>'Tis ſome illuſion, made to blinde myne eies</l>
                  <l>From a new injury; which if I finde,</l>
                  <l>On this one Strumpet I will ſtudy more,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="161" facs="tcp:4265:88"/>
Than all that have my vengeance ſcap'd before.</l>
                  <stage>Exit.</stage>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Iupiter, <hi>and</hi> Io <hi>transformed into a Cow.</hi>
                  </stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>The clamorous Queen's deſcended from the Spheres,</l>
                  <l>To finde the cauſe of this illuſive Fog:</l>
                  <l>But <hi>Io</hi> I have ſo tranſhap'd thee now,</l>
                  <l>That ſhe by no means can diſcover thee;</l>
                  <l>And in that confidence I'le front her boldly.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iun.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Jove</hi> heare? my jelouſies are then not vain,</l>
                  <l>Howe're I'le give him gentle entertaine,</l>
                  <l>Concealing what's within.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>My lovely <hi>Iuno?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iun.</speaker>
                  <l>My Brother and my Husband <hi>Iupiter?</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>What make you here on earth?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iun.</speaker>
                  <l>What other reaſon,</l>
                  <l>But that I miſt my ſoveraign Lord in heaven;</l>
                  <l>And then I yoakt my Peacocks, to their bills</l>
                  <l>Ty'd ſilken bridles, and in my light chariot</l>
                  <l>Made of fine gold, and deckt with Eſtrich plumes,</l>
                  <l>Deſcended as you ſee. But what affaire</l>
                  <l>Might <hi>Iuno</hi> be ſo bold to aske her Lord)</l>
                  <l>Detaines you now in Tempe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Though it fits not</l>
                  <l>Your Sex to aske a thing that ill beſeemes,</l>
                  <l>Or pry into the counſels of the gods;</l>
                  <l>Yet thus much I'le reſolve you? I came downe</l>
                  <l>To cenſure here ſome cauſes amongſt men,</l>
                  <l>And ſet things crooked upright.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iun.</speaker>
                  <l>Now I ſpy</l>
                  <l>That which hath drawne him headlong from the sky,</l>
                  <l>And I will make th' Adulterer himſelfe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>uthor of my iuſt vengeance.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou once gon,</l>
                  <stage>Spoken aſide.</stage>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e were again tranſhap'd, and we both one.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>weet <hi>Iuno</hi> will you once more mount your Chariot,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd keep your ſtate above My deſignes ended,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> will not long be from you.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="162" facs="tcp:4265:89"/>
                  <speaker>Iun.</speaker>
                  <l>My craft now</l>
                  <l>Shall match his cunning; if there be in me</l>
                  <l>A godhead, I have caſt her deſtiny.</l>
                  <l>Deare loving Lord, ſince 'twas my kindeneſſe drew me</l>
                  <l>To ſee vnto your ſafety (though I know</l>
                  <l>The Deities in every place ſecure)</l>
                  <l>Give me ſome gift on earth, that I in heaven</l>
                  <l>May applaud your royall bounty.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Be it bred</l>
                  <l>Beneath the Moon, 'tis my <hi>Saturnia's.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iun.</speaker>
                  <l>I have not ſeen ſo ſweet and lovely a Beaſt</l>
                  <l>White without ſpot or ſtain; Is ſhe of the herd</l>
                  <l>Belonging to theſe Medowes?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>She is, no doubt.</l>
                  <l>Why doth my <hi>Iuno</hi> aske?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Jun.</speaker>
                  <l>To make her myne.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>A gift too ſmall for <hi>Juno</hi> to entreat,</l>
                  <l>Or <hi>Iove</hi> to grant; Demand ſome greater boon.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iun.</speaker>
                  <l>This Cow or nothing.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Shee's not for thy uſe;</l>
                  <l>What would my Love do with her?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iun.</speaker>
                  <l>Only this,</l>
                  <l>(Being above the reſt moſt beautifull)</l>
                  <l>To ſacrifice her to your Deity.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>(Iupiter</hi> ſtarts.)</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Not for the triple world: What was it, Sweet,</l>
                  <l>That you of me demanded?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>Now to know</l>
                  <stage>(Aſide)</stage>
                  <l>What put you in this feare? Nay I have beg'd,</l>
                  <l>And muſt not be deny'd. And have I found you?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>In what a ſtreight am I? her to betray,</l>
                  <l>And give her up into her enemies hand,</l>
                  <l>In man would prove a ſavage cruelty,</l>
                  <l>Much more in us: and to deny a gift</l>
                  <l>Appearing of ſo ſmall a conſequence,</l>
                  <l>Would but augment her too much jelouſie,</l>
                  <l>And open that which is as yet conceal'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="163" facs="tcp:4265:89"/>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>What hope have I to enioy greater things,</l>
                  <l>That am deny'd a trifle?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Say I will not,</l>
                  <stage>(Aſide)</stage>
                  <l>And give no reaſon; it may then appeare,</l>
                  <l>This Heifer to be no ſuch as ſhe ſeems.</l>
                  <l>Well, ſhe is yours; but how will you diſpoſe her?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iun.</speaker>
                  <l>So carefully, becauſe ſhe is your gift,</l>
                  <l>My ſeruant <hi>Argus</hi> with a hundred eyes</l>
                  <l>Shall guard her from all dangers.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis enough,</l>
                  <l>In that, to us you ſhall expreſſe your love.</l>
                  <l>But prove he to her churliſh or vnkinde,</l>
                  <stage>(Aſide.</stage>
                  <l>There's one, at once his hundred eies ſhall blind.</l>
                  <l>So, ſhe is now your charge.</l>
                  <stage>Exit.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Jun.</speaker>
                  <l>And being myne,</l>
                  <l>I'le teach baſe Earth to injure what's divine.</l>
                  <l>Where is my ſeruant <hi>Argus?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <stage>Enter <hi>Argus</hi> with a hundred eyes.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Argus.</speaker>
                  <l>Who's that calls?</l>
                  <l>The ſacred goddeſſe <hi>Iuno?</hi> What new ſervice</l>
                  <l>Will you command your vaſſal?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Jun.</speaker>
                  <l>Tak't in briefe;</l>
                  <l>Beholdſt thou This? This? This no matter what,</l>
                  <l>Not worth a name; only a thing I loath;</l>
                  <l>Out on thee: But I'le ſpare my railing words,</l>
                  <l>To expreſſe my hate in action.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>What's the cauſe</l>
                  <l>The poore beaſt trembles that?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Jun.</speaker>
                  <l>A Beaſt indeed:</l>
                  <l>Like ſuch ſhe ſhall be us'd; behold her, <hi>Argus;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Are theſe lips fitting for a god to kiſſe?</l>
                  <l>Theſe hoofes apt palms to gripe? theſe tears fit pillowes?</l>
                  <l>On which a Deity ſhould breſt himſelfe?</l>
                  <l>Theſe, eyes to tempt? or this an hide to touch?</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="164" facs="tcp:4265:90"/>
Theſe hornes? (ô me) in myne owne heraldry</l>
                  <l>She mocks me without bluſhing.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Argus.</speaker>
                  <l>In all this</l>
                  <l>How will you uſe my ſervice?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>As a Spy:</l>
                  <l>An hundred eyes thou haſt, of all which number</l>
                  <l>I will allow thee two to ſleep by turnes;</l>
                  <l>The reſt to watch this Strumpet; and of all,</l>
                  <l>But two to winke, the reſt to gaze at full:</l>
                  <l>Behinde thee thou haſt eyes, both ſides, before;</l>
                  <l>Which way ſoe're thou turnſt ſhee's in thy view.</l>
                  <l>"A thouſand he had need, all piercing bright,</l>
                  <l>"To watch a Lover from his choice delight.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>And is this all?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>Something I had forgot:</l>
                  <l>Thou art an Herdſman, <hi>Argus,</hi> and thou know'ſt</l>
                  <l>To tame vnruly cattell; ſhe is ſuch:</l>
                  <l>In ſome unworthy halter binde her neck,</l>
                  <l>For ſuch a Beauty the firſt Ca<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>kanet.</l>
                  <l>Her browſing be the Brakes and bitter couche,</l>
                  <l>For dainties feed her with the ſoureſt herbs;</l>
                  <l>Lead her through briers &amp; brambles, which may ſcratch</l>
                  <l>Her itching skin even till her ſoft ſides bleed,</l>
                  <l>Raiſe vp the mud in cleare ſprings when ſhe drinks,</l>
                  <l>Keep her from ſhadow, in the parching Sun,</l>
                  <l>Till ſhe be ſtung with horſe flies, and the brees:</l>
                  <l>Let her not reſt but where the ground's ſtill bare;</l>
                  <l>Feather her bed with thiſtles and ſharp thornes;</l>
                  <l>And for her footing chuſe the barren paths</l>
                  <l>Strow'd with looſe pointed flints to gall her hoofes.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Argus</hi> farewell, I leave her to thy truſt,</l>
                  <l>A ſweet reuenge for her inſatiate luſt.</l>
                  <stage>Exit.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Argus.</speaker>
                  <l>Drawing this piece of Beaſts fleſh thus along,</l>
                  <l>Me-thinks I looke like Lybian <hi>Hercules</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Leading the Dog of hell: nay I ſhall fit her</l>
                  <l>According to my charge, and I will keep thee</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="165" facs="tcp:4265:90"/>
(Calfe with the white face) ſafe enough from bulling,</l>
                  <l>The longeſt day that I haue eye to ſee.</l>
                  <l>What do you hang an arſe? Ptrow, come along,</l>
                  <l>I'le leade you to bare feeding, and finde ſallets</l>
                  <l>To take downe your full flanks and theſe plump cheeks.</l>
                  <l>Along, I'le watch thee well enough from ſhrinking</l>
                  <l>Necke out of collar. Nay, on; thou ſhalt finde,</l>
                  <l>Though my face from thee, I have eyes behinde.</l>
                  <stage>Exit.</stage>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Inachus <hi>the father of</hi> Io, Peneus, Appidanus, Am<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>phriſus, <hi>(all Riuers)</hi> Daphne, <hi>and the other Nymphs, &amp;c.</hi>
                  </stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inachus.</speaker>
                  <l>Speake not to me of comfort, <hi>Jo's</hi> loſt!</l>
                  <l>Had ſhe miſcarried on the earth, her body</l>
                  <l>Would have given inſtance of her timeleſſe fate:</l>
                  <l>Or had ſhe been by ſavage beaſts devour'd,</l>
                  <l>Her garments ſtain'd with bloud would tell her death.</l>
                  <l>Had ſhe in myne or theſe my neighbour floods</l>
                  <l>Periſht, they would have borne her gently vp,</l>
                  <l>And caſt her on ſome banke for buriall.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Peneus.</speaker>
                  <l>Deare <hi>Inachus</hi> do not torment your ſelfe,</l>
                  <l>Nothing ſo loſt, but may be found at length:</l>
                  <l>For hauing ſeen no token of her death,</l>
                  <l>There's of her life ſome hope.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amphr.</speaker>
                  <l>Behold, <hi>Amphriſus</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>With this your antient neighbour <hi>Appidan,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Peneus</hi> and others, as we moane your loſſe,</l>
                  <l>So in our pitty come to comfort you.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Appid.</speaker>
                  <l>O, brackiſh not your waters with your teares,</l>
                  <l>That yet run pure and freſh; but be of comfort.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>In vain you ſpeake of what you cannot give,</l>
                  <l>As I in vaine lament myne <hi>Io's</hi> loſſe.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Argus <hi>leading in</hi> Io.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>How now, curſt Cow? What, ſtart you at that name?</l>
                  <l>I'le make your long hornes ſhorter.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Jnac.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Io,</hi> where?</l>
                  <l>If under earth, I'le ſend my ſprings in ſearch</l>
                  <l>As low as to the Centre, <hi>Io,</hi> where?</l>
                  <l>If ſnatcht vp in the aire, like dew exhal'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="166" facs="tcp:4265:91"/>
With eyes fixt vpward I will ſtill thus gaze,</l>
                  <l>Till from the boſome of ſome gentle cloud,</l>
                  <l>Thou drop into myne armes. Faire <hi>Io,</hi> where?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>I thinke the beaſt hath breezes in her taile,</l>
                  <l>She cannot keepe her ſtill.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>But ſtay, what's hee</l>
                  <l>That leads the faireſt Heifer tether'd faſt,</l>
                  <l>That e're drunke of my ſtreames; for <hi>Io's</hi> ſake</l>
                  <l>I loue all creatures that are beautifull.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>How now you Harlatry?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou churliſh heardſman,</l>
                  <l>I know thee, <hi>Argus,</hi> jealous <hi>Iuno's</hi> Spy,</l>
                  <l>Why canſt thou be ſo fierce to one ſo faire?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>What's that to thee, or any of you all.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pen.</speaker>
                  <l>Amongſt all creatures Nature ever made,</l>
                  <l>Some to have native beauty 'bove the reſt,</l>
                  <l>Commanding ſoft affection, this is ſuch.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>With all myne eyes I ſpy no difference,</l>
                  <l>But love all beaſts as beaſts.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>The more beaſt thou.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pen.</speaker>
                  <l>But why ſhould this, the faireſt of all heards,</l>
                  <l>Caſt ſuch a pitteous moving eye on you,</l>
                  <l>As wooing your acquaintance?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>And 'tis true,</l>
                  <l>Where ere I go, her ſad eye followes me,</l>
                  <l>So ſhe too, did not <hi>Argus</hi> keepe her backe:</l>
                  <l>See, ſee, how gently ſhe endures my touch,</l>
                  <l>And makes an offer (had ſhee power) to ſpeake.</l>
                  <l>Heare, take theſe floures, and now ſhe kiſt myne hand,</l>
                  <l>Whileſt pitteous teares drop down her tender cheeks.</l>
                  <l>What ſhould I ſay? poore beaſt I pitty thee,</l>
                  <l>And all the good I can do is to grieve,</l>
                  <l>Th' haſt ſuch a churliſh Keeper.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pen.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Inachus,</hi> I feare</l>
                  <l>There's ſomething greater in't.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>What greater can be,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="167" facs="tcp:4265:91"/>
Vnleſſe there live ſome vnderſtanding ſpirit</l>
                  <l>In this irrationall and ſavage ſhape:</l>
                  <l>What wouldſt thou have, that in this beſtiall figure</l>
                  <l>Beg'ſt humane pitty? what intends ſhe, thinke you,</l>
                  <l>By pawing on the ground? Obſerve her, brethren,</l>
                  <l>It ſeemes ſhe hath writ ſomthing in the duſt,</l>
                  <l>And ſee, two letters are imprinted faire,</l>
                  <l>As if it were my <hi>Io's</hi> Character, And here I reade <hi>Io.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pen.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Io:</hi> and ſee, in every ſtep ſhe hath trod,</l>
                  <l>That word impreſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>This ſhe? whom I ſo long in vain have ſought,</l>
                  <l>Through forreſts, groves, and mountains, fields &amp; floods?</l>
                  <l>This ſhe, whom I in finding ſhall moſt loſe?</l>
                  <l>O miſerable wretched <hi>Inachus,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>More miſerable <hi>Io,</hi> thus transform'd:</l>
                  <l>I terme thee lovely, till I knew thee ſuch;</l>
                  <l>But when thy former beauty I record,</l>
                  <l>Thou ougly art, miſhap'd, and terrible.</l>
                  <l>Can the gods ſuffer this?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>Leave this your howling.</l>
                  <l>Forbeare, or in this cord I leade her forth,</l>
                  <l>Ile ſtrangle her. Dare not to follow me,</l>
                  <l>There's danger in me both waies; ſhe ſhall periſh,</l>
                  <l>And you muſt bleed. Come, Minion we will clime</l>
                  <l>You craggy mountain top, a proſpect fit</l>
                  <l>For <hi>Argus</hi> only, who (not moving) can</l>
                  <l>Behold at once from whence the foure winds blow,</l>
                  <l>And there with her I'le like a Beacon ſtand,</l>
                  <l>To watch and to give warning. Will you drive?</l>
                  <l>I ſay purſue me not, for if you do,</l>
                  <l>Ile make her ſure, and you repent it too.</l>
                  <l>Why ptrow there.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>(Exeunt</hi> Argus <hi>and</hi> Io.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>With what a pitteous action, wailing tongue,</l>
                  <l>She gave a loving, but a loath farewell.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apid.</speaker>
                  <l>But that the high Powers are not limitable,</l>
                  <l>Who vvould beleeve this wonder poſſible.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="168" facs="tcp:4265:92"/>
                  <speaker>Pen.</speaker>
                  <l>We muſt not queſtion what the gods can do,</l>
                  <l>Yet in th' extremitie of all extremes,</l>
                  <l>And worſt of bads, deſpaire not, <hi>Inachus.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>How eaſie 'tis for thoſe that taſt not griefe,</l>
                  <l>Bid others be of comfort.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>Reverend Sir,—</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>There is no reverence due: not to the gods,</l>
                  <l>If this be ſeen and ſuffer'd: O my <hi>Io.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>With acclamations I will fill the Meades:</l>
                  <l>In ſtead of prayers, Ile execrate and curſe,</l>
                  <l>And to the burthen of myne untun'd ſhreeks</l>
                  <l>The rocks and caves ſhall echo to thy name.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pen.</speaker>
                  <l>But <hi>Inachus.—</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>But when your Chanels ſwell,</l>
                  <l>You can have dammes and ſluces to diſcharge</l>
                  <l>Superfluous waters, leſt your torrents rage;</l>
                  <l>And will you bar the conduits of myne eies</l>
                  <l>To eaſe the flux of my ſurcharged heart?</l>
                  <l>My care was, <hi>Io,</hi> to provide a man</l>
                  <l>To be thine husband; but I now muſt finde</l>
                  <l>One of the bellowing heard to cal me ſonne:</l>
                  <l>To have ſome pretty infant draw thy breſt,</l>
                  <l>But now muſt ſome py'de urchin ſucke thy teats.</l>
                  <l>But that I am immortall, and the dores</l>
                  <l>And gate to death againſt me are debar'd,</l>
                  <l>I'de weepe my ſelfe to nothing, and this Beeing</l>
                  <l>Scatter amongſt my flouds, that mixt with them,</l>
                  <l>They might (in leſſe than drops) amongſt their waves,</l>
                  <l>Convey me to the all-devouring ſeas,</l>
                  <l>To mix my brine with his, and be ſo loſt;</l>
                  <l>And loſt, forgotten: But I am ſtill the ſame,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Io,</hi> I'le ſtill call vpon thy name.</l>
                  <stage>I xeunt.</stage>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Iupiter <hi>and</hi> Mercury.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupit.</speaker>
                  <l>How am I mov'd with <hi>Inachus</hi> exclaimes?</l>
                  <l>Why are the eares of gods kept open ſtill,</l>
                  <l>But firſt to heare, then pitty? haſt thou not, <hi>Mercury,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="169" facs="tcp:4265:92"/>
Seene <hi>Io's</hi> teares? Perceiv'd her ſcalding ſighs,</l>
                  <l>And even thus far heard her ſuſpires and grones,</l>
                  <l>Tortur'd beneath that Neatherd churliſh groome,</l>
                  <l>More ſavage than the beaſts he feeds?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>I have.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>How oft hath ſhe, thinking to heave her hands</l>
                  <l>For divine pitty; when ſhe ſpy'de her hoofes</l>
                  <l>Caſt them to th' earth, with them her head with ſhame,</l>
                  <l>And bellowing when ſhe would complain her griefe,</l>
                  <l>Started at her owne ſound?</l>
                  <l>How oft, when grazing on her fathers banks,</l>
                  <l>(Theſe fruitfull banks on which ſhe vs'd to ſport)</l>
                  <l>Offring to drinke, when in his Cryſtall ſtreams,</l>
                  <l>In which ſo often ſhe with pride hath lookt,</l>
                  <l>On her white brow, red cheeke, and golden curles:</l>
                  <l>Now when ſhe ſpies thoſe lips a god hath kiſt,</l>
                  <l>Stretcht to ſo vaſt a wideneſſe, penthous'd o're</l>
                  <l>With inlarg'd noſthrils; looking on thoſe eyes,</l>
                  <l>(In which 'twas once my ſole delight to looke)</l>
                  <l>To ſee them broad and glaring; her cleare brow</l>
                  <l>Late deckt with ſhining jewels, preſt with hornes.</l>
                  <l>How oft hath ſhe (more frighted than aſham'd)</l>
                  <l>Thought, from her ſelfe, in vaine, to hide her ſelfe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>This can you ſee? not ſtudy how to helpe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>I do, and will, by thyne aid, <hi>Mercury;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Hye therefore to the top of Pindus mount,</l>
                  <l>(There <hi>Argus</hi> keepes his watch) in ſome diſguiſe;</l>
                  <l>Thy <hi>Caduceus</hi> and thy wings layd by,</l>
                  <l>Finde with the ſlave ſome conference, till by cunning</l>
                  <l>Thou charm'ſt his waking eies, and being faſt,</l>
                  <l>Cut off his head, and with one blow extinguiſh</l>
                  <l>So many lights at once.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Great <hi>Iove</hi> I will:</l>
                  <l>But thus condition'd, you will interpoſe</l>
                  <l>Your awfull power 'twixt me and <hi>Iuno's</hi> hate.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iupit.</speaker>
                  <l>Preſume th' art ſafe in vs.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="170" facs="tcp:4265:93"/>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Then <hi>Argus</hi> dies;</l>
                  <l>One fatal ſtroke ſhall ſhut an hundred eies.</l>
                  <stage>Exit</stage>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Argus <hi>leading</hi> Io <hi>in an halter.</hi>
                  </stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Argus.</speaker>
                  <l>How doſt thou like thyne uſage, madam <hi>Cow?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Your lodging and your dyet? How doſt thinke</l>
                  <l>This hempen chaine becomes thee? Will you ſee</l>
                  <l>Your ſweet face in the riuer once againe?</l>
                  <l>Or how doth your faire beaſtſhip feele your ſelfe?</l>
                  <l>Wouldſt thou not haue ſome Bulchin from the herd</l>
                  <l>To phyſicke thee of this venereall itch?</l>
                  <l>If not, I'le ſee what Nettles muddy ſtreams,</l>
                  <l>Couch-graſſe and weeds, thornes, briers, &amp; flints can d<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>Theſe failing, here's a goad to prick your ſides.</l>
                  <l>If all theſe medicines will not tame your luſt,</l>
                  <l>I'le muſter new inventions. Nay, I know</l>
                  <l>You looke for pitty, but it lives not here.</l>
                  <l>In this high watch-tower ſtand I ſentinel,</l>
                  <l>To ſpy who comes and goes. I am made thy gardian,</l>
                  <l>Ile gard thee both from danger and from reſt;</l>
                  <l>'Twas in thy hearing, <hi>Iuno's</hi> late beheſt.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Mercury <hi>like a yong formal Shepheard.</hi>
                  </stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>This ſhape may prove ſuſpectleſſe, and the fitteſt</l>
                  <l>To cloud a godhead in; my plumed hat</l>
                  <l>And fether'd ſandals, by the which I am knowne,</l>
                  <l>I have left at foot of this deſcending hill:</l>
                  <l>My ſnaky Rod I have to this ſheephooke turn'd.</l>
                  <l>Accommodated thus, to <hi>Argus</hi> now,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Ariſtors</hi> ſonne: behooves him keepe good watch,</l>
                  <l>Whom <hi>Mercury (Ioves</hi> ſon) intends to catch.</l>
                  <l>But Many-eyes have ſpy'de me.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>How now ſhepheard,</l>
                  <l>There's none who in that ſimpl ſhape or name</l>
                  <l>Needs treaſon feare. Should any come prepar'd</l>
                  <l>For miſchiefe, I have lights about me ſhine</l>
                  <l>Sufficient to prevent it: but thou ſeem'ſt</l>
                  <l>None of ſuch ranke. Come ſit by me and talke.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="171" facs="tcp:4265:93"/>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>The ſervant to the great <hi>Saturnia</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Doth me no common grace.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou know'ſt me then?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>What ſhepheard but not only knowes your name,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ut feares your ſtrength?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>Nay ſit (by me th'art ſafe)</l>
                  <l>And tell ſome pretty tales to make me laugh:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> have not long been merry.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Firſt reſolve me;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s that faire heifer of ſome neighbour herd,</l>
                  <l>You drag thus in an halter?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>Shee's my charge,</l>
                  <l>A witty Brute, a moſt ingenious beaſt,</l>
                  <l>A very apprehenſiue <hi>Animal,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>That can do tricks: ſhe hath been taught, I tell thee,</l>
                  <l>To write and reade.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Argus,</hi> not poſſible.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Argus.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis as I ſaid before: but having her,</l>
                  <l>Some pretty tale, I prethee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>But what if</l>
                  <l>Some goddeſſe ſhould live in this ſhape diſguis'd,</l>
                  <l>To whom you are ſo churliſh. I could tell you</l>
                  <l>A ſtory to that end.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>Such toyes I love.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Thus the <hi>Pierides</hi> report: The Gyants</l>
                  <l>Aſſembled and made war againſt the gods,</l>
                  <l>Heape Oſſa upon Pelion, Caucaſus</l>
                  <l>Vpon Pernaſſus, Pindus above them;</l>
                  <l>Hill upon mountain, mountain vpon hill,</l>
                  <l>Till they had made a ſcale that reache to heaven.</l>
                  <l>The conflict then began: the monſtrous <hi>Typhon</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Was Captain of the Gyants: Of the gods</l>
                  <l>Great <hi>Iove,</hi> Archduke. The Generals met and fought.</l>
                  <l>In briefe (to cut off circumſtance) the earth</l>
                  <l>Prevaild 'gainſt heauen. The gods are forc't to fly:</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Iove,</hi> chac'd by <hi>Typhon</hi> into Egypt, chang'd</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="172" facs="tcp:4265:94"/>
Himſelfe into a Ram: <hi>Apollo,</hi> frighted,</l>
                  <l>Turnes to a Crow, <hi>Bacchus</hi> into a Goat,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Iuno</hi> a Cow, <hi>Diana</hi> to a Cat;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Venus</hi> into a Fiſh, and tooke the ſea;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Mars</hi> to a Pigmy, leſt he ſhould be knowne:</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Mercury,</hi> ſyrnam'd the crafty god,</l>
                  <l>Into a Fox.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>A Fox? But I would meet</l>
                  <l>That craft which could beguile <hi>Argus</hi> bright eyes.</l>
                  <l>Proceed, proceed, good ſhepheard.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Why may not then</l>
                  <l>Some goddeſſe be included in this ſhape?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg</speaker>
                  <l>A goddeſſe, ſaiſt thou? thinke me equall then</l>
                  <l>With one of theſe huge Gyants, if not greater,</l>
                  <l>That have the power and potencie to leade</l>
                  <l>A god-head in a ſtring. But ha, what muſick</l>
                  <stage>(Muſicke</stage>
                  <l>Was that ſtrooke vp? 'Twas ſweet and delicat,</l>
                  <l>Nor have I heard the like.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>My fellow ſhepheards</l>
                  <l>Behinde that rocke (from whence an echo growes)</l>
                  <l>For the more grace have chus'd that place as fitteſt,</l>
                  <l>Preſt to beſtow their cunning vpon you,</l>
                  <l>Whom they havé heard, much tyr'd with watching long</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>And ſhall we have ſome merry Madrigall</l>
                  <l>To paſſe away the time with?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>What you pleaſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>I fame would know how firſt theſe Pipes came up</l>
                  <l>That make this dainty muſicke?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Firſt from <hi>Pan</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The god of Shepheards. In the memory</l>
                  <l>Of the Nymph <hi>Syrinz,</hi> Muſicke ſtrike and tell,</l>
                  <l>How in th' Arcadian plaines it once befell.</l>
                  <lg type="song">
                     <head>
                        <hi>Mercuries</hi> Song.</head>
                     <l>Syrinx, <hi>one of</hi> Dian's <hi>traine,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Hunting with her on the plaine,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Arm'd alike with ſhafts and bow;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="173" facs="tcp:4265:94"/>
                        <hi>Each from other would you know?</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Which from which could not be told,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Saue ones was horne, the others gold.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>Hey ho; very fine muſicke I promiſe you.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Now it begins to worke.</l>
                  <l>Pan <hi>he ſees himſelfe makes fine,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>In his cap he pricks a Pine:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Now growes careleſſe of his heard,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Sits by brookes to prune his beard,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Meets her, and hath minde to wooe,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Much he ſpeakes, and more would doe.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis pleaſing, but it makes me melancholy,</l>
                  <l>And drowſie too withall.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>'Twill do anon.</l>
                  <stage>(A ſide.</stage>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Still he profers, ſhe denies;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>He purſues (for</hi> Syrinx <hi>flies.)</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Paſt her knees her coats vp flew,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>He would faine ſee ſomething new:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>By the leg and thigh he gueſt</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>(It ſeemes) the vertue of the reſt.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>Were it not for my charge I'de take a nap.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>This addes wings vnto his pace,</l>
                  <l>The goale for which he is in chace.</l>
                  <l>She addes feathers to her ſpeed;</l>
                  <l>Now it was no more than need.</l>
                  <l>Almoſt caught, Alas ſhe cries,</l>
                  <l>Some chaſte god my ſhape diſguiſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Arg.</speaker>
                  <l>The reſt may ſleepe ſecure, ſo I can keepe</l>
                  <l>But two eyes waking.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Here's a charme for them.</l>
                  <l>Laedon <hi>heares, and girts her round,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Spies a reed that makes ſweet ſound:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Such is</hi> Syrinx. <hi>Wondring</hi> Pan</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Puts it to his mouth anon:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Yet</hi> Syrinx <hi>thou art myne he ſaid,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>And ſo of her his firſt pipe made.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="174" facs="tcp:4265:95"/>
My charm hath tooke effect; with theſe thyne eyes</l>
                  <l>Take thy laſt ſleepe, thou haſt not one to ſee;</l>
                  <l>My taske is done, and <hi>Jo</hi> thou now free.</l>
                  <stage>(Cuts off his head. Exit.</stage>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Iuno.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>The dying groans of <hi>Argus</hi> call'd down,</l>
                  <l>To know what of his luſtre is become.</l>
                  <l>What, all extinct? and is no memorie</l>
                  <l>Extant of their knowne brightneſſe? hath one night</l>
                  <l>(Whoſe nature ſhould be to be proud of ſtars)</l>
                  <l>Shut at one time an hundred? nay at once?</l>
                  <l>Should euery piece of time deprive ſo many,</l>
                  <l>How ſhortly would theſe lights innumerable</l>
                  <l>Be vaniſht into nothing? But deare <hi>Argus,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>That all may know thou hadſt a louing miſtreſſe,</l>
                  <l>Grieuing thou ſhouldſt thus periſh for her ſake;</l>
                  <l>And that theſe eies (now blinde) in after-times</l>
                  <l>May giue a light to perpetuitie,</l>
                  <l>And memorize thy name, thy faith and fall,</l>
                  <l>Thy hundred eyes (who waſt for <hi>Iuno</hi> ſlain)</l>
                  <l>I will tranſport into my Peacocks traine;</l>
                  <l>Whilſt ſuch a bird hath breeding, and can bee,</l>
                  <l>Her painted feathers ſhall remember thee.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Iupiter <hi>and</hi> Mercury.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Jup.</speaker>
                  <l>And whileſt an heifer graſeth on the plaine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Io,</hi> her hoofe ſhall ſtill imprint thy name.</l>
                  <l>My <hi>Iuno</hi> are we friends? Let her long divorce,</l>
                  <l>My faire intreats, with <hi>Inachus</hi> exclaimes</l>
                  <l>Invoke thy love and pitty, by my life.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>You vſe me like a ſiſter, not a wife,</l>
                  <l>My bed is ſtill ſo empty.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Now by Styx,</l>
                  <l>An oath no god was ever knowne to breake,</l>
                  <l>Signe her releaſe, ſhe ſhall hereafter be</l>
                  <l>To <hi>Iove</hi> as a meere ſtranger.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>Since by that you ſweare,</l>
                  <l>What's paſt is loſt, it cuts off future feare,</l>
                  <l>Saving my quarrell, <hi>Mercury,</hi> to you.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="175" facs="tcp:4265:95"/>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Madam, I did your ſeruant no great wrong,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ave teaching him to reliſh a new ſong.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno</speaker>
                  <l>Where jars are mediated, vain it were</l>
                  <l>Call injuries in queſtion. As with <hi>Iupiter,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>With you we are atton'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Now <hi>Mercury,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ince <hi>Iuno</hi> is appeas'd, fetch <hi>Io</hi> hither,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> her owne native beauty, whom we will</l>
                  <l>Reſtore vnto her father.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>Sir I ſhall.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Inachus <hi>with the other</hi> Riuers, <hi>&amp;c.</hi>
                  </stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>O <hi>Iupiter!</hi> ô <hi>Iuno!</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Inachus,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>rceaſe exclaimes, thy prayers have had acceſſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hy teares been pittied, and thy loſſe bemoan'd;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Argus</hi> is ſlain, and faire <hi>Saturnia</hi> pleas'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd <hi>Io</hi> to her priſtine ſhape reſtor'd.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Mercury <hi>with</hi> Io.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>Thanks you immortall gods.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Merc.</speaker>
                  <l>No ſooner was this mighty Queene appeas'd,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t the rough haire dropt from her tender skin,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>er hornes fell off, her eies appeard to ſhine</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> a leſſe orbe, her mouth and lips contracted</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>oth into compaſſe, and their native ſweetneſſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>r ſhoulders are reſtor'd, fingers and hands;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>r parted hoofe diuided into five,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ow with two feet contented, for on them</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e ſtraightway ſtood erect, and of a Cow,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ve whiteneſſe, nought retaining, and even yet</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e feares to ſpeake, leſt ſhe in ſtead of words</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ould bellow forth her minde.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Yet will I dare</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s give my father greeting.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>O my childe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>I am ſtill jealous of that face: What's he</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat makes but a mean ſport of wedlocks breach,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="176" facs="tcp:4265:96"/>
But thinkes to violate an oath no ſin,</l>
                  <l>Though calling teſtates all the Stygian gods?</l>
                  <l>Great King and Lord, Brother and Husband too,</l>
                  <l>If I be worthy of thoſe attributes</l>
                  <l>Yourſelf have daignd, and all the gods approve,</l>
                  <l>Grant me a ſecond boon.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>For thy remiſneſſe</l>
                  <l>In <hi>Io's</hi> late affliction, ſpeake, 'tis granted.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iuno.</speaker>
                  <l>Then from theſe fields of Tempe baniſh her,</l>
                  <l>As far as into Egypt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Inach.</speaker>
                  <l>From her father?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iup.</speaker>
                  <l>Be you pleas'd,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Iuno</hi> ſhall, I hope, be ſatisfied.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Io,</hi> you ſhall to Egypt be confin'd,</l>
                  <l>Be that your puniſhment for <hi>Iuno's</hi> hate:</l>
                  <l>Which executed you ſhall taſte our love.</l>
                  <l>In Egypt held a goddeſſe thou ſhalt be,</l>
                  <l>Ador'd and worſhipt in thine heifers ſhape;</l>
                  <l>Oblations ſhall be daily offer'd thee,</l>
                  <l>And Incenſe burnt to thy divinitie,</l>
                  <l>And this for ever. <hi>Iuno,</hi> in vain you ſorrow,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Ioves</hi> word is paſt, and cannot be revok'd.</l>
                  <l>And now with this one Maxim we conclude;</l>
                  <l>Where luſt is puniſht, though the bloud be tainted,</l>
                  <l>It (after ſuch long Penance) may be ſainted.</l>
                  <stage>Exeunt</stage>
               </sp>
               <trailer>FINIS.</trailer>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="20" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="177" facs="tcp:4265:96"/>
            <head>APOLLO and DAPHNE.</head>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>AFter many a louing greeting,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Mars <hi>and</hi> Venus <hi>point a meeting;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>And that</hi> Vulcan <hi>might not haue</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Leaſt note thereof, they chuſe a Cave</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Obſcure and darke, to which they truſt,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Intending there to ſate their luſt.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>But when themſelues moſt ſafe they thinke,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>The riſing</hi> Sun <hi>pries through a chinke,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Sees all, and what hee ſees diſcovers</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>To</hi> Vulcan, <hi>touching theſe two Lovers.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Th' inraged Smith taking foule ſcorne</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>To be affronted with the horne,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Provides for them a ſubtill <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                           <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                        </gap>,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>In hope to take them both therein.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>His plot prevail'd, and now being fiery</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>In iuſt reuenge, by ſtrict inquiry,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>To finde where theſe by cuſtome met,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>He by his art contrives a Net,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>More fine than is the Spiders thred,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>And yet of wire; which he ſo ſpred</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>About the place, all things compact</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>So well, he tooke them in the act:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>And then doth all the gods invite,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Who came at once to view that ſight.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="178" facs="tcp:4265:97"/>
                     <hi>Some jeer'd, ſome pitty'd their diſgrace,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>One wiſht himſelfe in</hi> Mars <hi>his place.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Tet for all this, the churliſh Sir</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>So kept them that they could not ſtir.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Mars <hi>chafes and threats, and ſtrugling keeps:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>But</hi> Venus <hi>bluſhes firſt, then weeps.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>And when tho gods could laugh no more,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Then</hi> Vulcan <hi>freed them, not before.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Now</hi> Venus <hi>knowing all this done</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Was firſt diſcover'd by the</hi> Sun;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Againſt him open war proclaimes,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>And at him her revenge ſhe aimes:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Cupid <hi>ſhe vſeth as her inſtrument.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>And that's of our Scoene the ſole argument.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <stage>Enter the riuer <hi>Peneus</hi> the father of <hi>Daphne, Daphne, Am<g ref="char:EOLunhyphen"/>phriſus</hi> and <hi>Apidanus</hi> two Riuers that were Suiters un<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> her; two Nymphs Attendants on <hi>Daphne.</hi>
               </stage>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Peneus.</speaker>
                  <l>WHy lovely <hi>Daphne,</hi> will you loſe yo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> Youth,</l>
                  <l>And let your beſt houres paſſe yo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> Well you know,</l>
                  <l>Beautie's a Floure, which not being cropt in time,</l>
                  <l>Soone withers on the ſtalke, and then (alas)</l>
                  <l>Will neither ſerve for vſe nor ornament.</l>
                  <l>You owe me ſweet grand-children, pretty babes,</l>
                  <l>Even for your birth you do: it is a debt</l>
                  <l>That I would ſee diſcharg'd: I to my parents</l>
                  <l>Paid it in thee; it is a Bond ſtands firme,</l>
                  <l>'till canceld in thy ſweet poſteritie.</l>
                  <l>See, I have brought thee Suitors, choiſe ones too,</l>
                  <l>Two noble Rivers, both reſiding neere,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Amphriſus,</hi> and ſtill-flowing <hi>Appidans,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Yong, and of means, both active and of ſtrength</l>
                  <l>To wreſtle againſt barrenneſſe, and give</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="179" facs="tcp:4265:97"/>
The hugge the foile. Being dead, I live in thee:</l>
                  <l>Live thou too in thine iſſue; ſo ſucceſſively</l>
                  <l>Our Line and memory ſhall never periſh,</l>
                  <l>But laſt as long as Time.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>Your father <hi>(Daphne)</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Counſels with iudgement, and this argument</l>
                  <l>I could by many reaſons amplifie.</l>
                  <l>As, That without ſucceſſion (one age paſt)</l>
                  <l>Mankinde ſhould ceaſe to be. O what a puniſhment</l>
                  <l>Deſerve they from the gods, that would deſtroy</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o glorious a creation, and to leave</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o wonderfull a fabricke as the world is,</l>
                  <l>To no admirers?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Appid.</speaker>
                  <l>Save the Plants and Beaſts;</l>
                  <l>And what can they diſtinguiſh?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Therefore, Daughter</l>
                  <l>Make vſe of time: a ſeaſon being paſt,</l>
                  <l>Can never be recall'd, no, not a moneth.</l>
                  <l>A moneth? no day, no houre, no minute can:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>herefore make uſe of opportunitie</l>
                  <l>Which throwes it ſelfe vpon thee: but being ſtreightned,</l>
                  <l>Will after prove a ſtranger; the leaſt inſtant</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y long repentance cannot be redeem'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daphne.</speaker>
                  <l>To you I bow in duty, as to a father;</l>
                  <l>And theſe affront in noble courteſie,</l>
                  <l>Not wronging him, to ſhew my breeding baſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>coffing your profer'd love with womaniſh ſcorne.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>is counſels, your perſuaſions, I commend,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nowing both fitting, were they ſeaſonable.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat Maids ſhould love men I am not ignorant,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> that the breeding world ſhould ſtill encreaſe;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hat Progenie ſhould reach from age to age,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd that the gods make't a neceſſitie,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o have all their miraculous works admir'd:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>l this I know; but</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>ph.</speaker>
                  <l>I'le proceed: But what</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="180" facs="tcp:4265:98"/>
Can you produce againſt this?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>Heare me out:</l>
                  <l>But when I in my beſt conſiderat thoughts</l>
                  <l>Ponder my youth, and what it is to loue;</l>
                  <l>That vowes are tyes not eaſie to be loos'd,</l>
                  <l>And that the ſmalleſt finger can pluck on</l>
                  <l>What not the hand and arme can well put off:</l>
                  <l>That Mariage is a Maze, which enter'd in,</l>
                  <l>The line is ſnatcht thence which ſhould guide us out.</l>
                  <l>Ere hazard then that vnknowne labyrinth,</l>
                  <l>Much blame me not to pauſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pen.</speaker>
                  <l>What needſt thou feare?</l>
                  <l>Fond timerous Girle, did not thy mother this</l>
                  <l>Long time before thee?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Appid.</speaker>
                  <l>Nay, hereafter too</l>
                  <l>May not your daughter do ſo?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>I'le reſolve you</l>
                  <l>That, when I have a daughter of my yeares,</l>
                  <l>And tutor'd by her mother.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>Excellent Nymph,</l>
                  <l>Theſe are evaſions meere vnneceſſarie;</l>
                  <l>We know you to be ripe, and our ſelves grown,</l>
                  <l>Betwixt us is equalitie in ſtate,</l>
                  <l>And paritie in yeares: nor is our courſe</l>
                  <l>Irregular or indirect, we come</l>
                  <l>Admitted by your father, as a way</l>
                  <l>Plain, and not interdicted: nor is our ſuit</l>
                  <l>So far with cradle it may childiſh ſeem;</l>
                  <l>Nor ſo old, to appeare decrepit: we are two</l>
                  <l>Rivals, yet friends; ſo you chuſe one of either,</l>
                  <l>Even he that is deſpis'd reſts ſatisfied,</l>
                  <l>Nor is our love divided.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>I commend you:</l>
                  <l>There is of you leſſe danger, and leaſt feare</l>
                  <l>That you ſhould die of love; when both of you</l>
                  <l>Come with like premeditation to diſgeſt</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="181" facs="tcp:4265:98"/>
A rigorous anſwer.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Appid.</speaker>
                  <l>Pray what ſhould we do?</l>
                  <l>Our ſervice we have offer'd equally:</l>
                  <l>The world is wide, and if we ſpeed not here,</l>
                  <l>We muſt provide us elſewhere.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>Worthy friends.</l>
                  <l>To be moſt plain, to me moſt pleaſing is:</l>
                  <l>Then take as plain an anſwer; I confeſſe me</l>
                  <l>Weake as I am) vnworthy of your love.</l>
                  <l>And yet not ſo low pris'd, but have bin courted</l>
                  <l>Both by as great and good. Nor can you blame me,</l>
                  <l>If I in adding to your worths, ſhall ſpare</l>
                  <l>From mine, in the leaſt kinde to derogate.</l>
                  <l>To you then, as my equals, I entreat;</l>
                  <l>Or if you ſhall deny me, <hi>Daphne</hi> then</l>
                  <l>Proclaimes it as her will. I muſt retyre me</l>
                  <l>For ſome few moneths, in them to meditate</l>
                  <l>What mariage is, and truly ſtudy man,</l>
                  <l>(A booke in which I yet have truanted.)</l>
                  <l>Now, if I in my more maturitie,</l>
                  <l>And after ſome ceſſation of your ſuits,</l>
                  <l>Can ground this Maxime, Man is worthy us,</l>
                  <l>And we of him; wee'l breviat your long motions</l>
                  <l>Within a few ſhort termes.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>You ſpeake but reaſon:</l>
                  <l>And ſo long wee'l attend you.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Appid.</speaker>
                  <l>Moſt fit, that ſuch as bargain for their lives,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hould reade us o're and o're, before they ſet</l>
                  <l>Their hands to that Indenture. We are pleas'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>And I that you are ſo. Nor can my father</l>
                  <l>At this be diſcontented.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nach.</speaker>
                  <l>Not I, Childe;</l>
                  <l>I would not hurry on my ioyes too faſt,</l>
                  <l>Having ſuch hope of them. And yet, ſweet <hi>Daphne,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The more thou haſts their harveſt, the ripe crop</l>
                  <l>Shall be to them more welcome. For this time</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="182" facs="tcp:4265:99"/>
'Tis beſt to leave her to her privacie:</l>
                  <l>More leiſure that ſhe hath to meditate,</l>
                  <l>Leſſe time you have in which to be reſolv'd,</l>
                  <l>'Twill ſhorten expectation.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>May theſe houres</l>
                  <l>That adde vnto your yeares, ſtill as you grow,</l>
                  <l>Increaſe toward us your love.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Appid.</speaker>
                  <l>Friend you pray well,</l>
                  <l>And in that hope I take a loving leave,</l>
                  <l>By kiſſing your faire hand.</l>
                  <stage>Exit.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>You underſtand a curteſie as well,</l>
                  <l>Once being done, as ſhe that knowes to do't.</l>
                  <l>Farewell. Where be my maids?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>1 <hi>Nymph.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>My Lady, at hand.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Daph.</hi> Doth either of you know what this love is,</l>
                  <l>That men ſo much affect it?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>2 <hi>Nymph.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>Truſt me, not I: I never lookt ſo far into man</l>
                  <l>and moſt ſure I am, man never yet entred ſo farre in<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>me, that I ſhould know how to define it. But can y<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>tell the reaſon why this little god is ſtill portraid like</l>
                  <l>childe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>I think, becauſe that dotage which he breeds</l>
                  <l>Only belongs to children. 1 <hi>Nymph.</hi> But why naked</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>Either t' affright the Modeſt; or to ſuch</l>
                  <l>As vow to him, to expreſſe their impudence.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>2 <hi>Nymph.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>But why with bow and arrowes?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>That denotes</l>
                  <l>Inconſtancie, becauſe the ſhafts of love</l>
                  <l>Are ever ſhot at random.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>1 <hi>Nymph.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>Wherefore hood winkt?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>Howe're his ſhafts are aim'd, it ſhewes his kind</l>
                  <l>Becauſe they ſtrike the eies of Reaſon blinde.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>2 <hi>Nymp.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>Then am I with Love quite out of love, beca<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>at theſe yeres I ſhould be loath to have one to lead <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>Yet do I love the beauty of the ſpring,</l>
                  <l>To liſten to the birds, with various layes</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="183" facs="tcp:4265:99"/>
To welcome in his comming. I affect</l>
                  <l>The pride and warmth of Summer, to behold</l>
                  <l>Aboundant Autumne poure his harveſt forth</l>
                  <l>In plenteous ſheafes; to ſee the preſſes bleed</l>
                  <l>A flowing vintage. But I moſt admire</l>
                  <l>The glory of the Sun who comforts theſe:</l>
                  <l>For without him, what were the earth? what heaven?</l>
                  <l>If all were darkneſſe, who ſhould then diſcerne</l>
                  <l>The luſtre of the one or of the other,</l>
                  <l>The freſh fertilitie proudly adorn'd</l>
                  <l>With choiſe and change of all diſcolour'd floures?</l>
                  <l>More than a cas'd up Iewell, what were Beauty,</l>
                  <l>Without the Sun to give a brightneſſe to 't?</l>
                  <l>What's ornament, without the Sun to iudge it?</l>
                  <l>What to be faire or foule, without the Sun,</l>
                  <l>To cenſure and diſtinguiſh which is beſt?</l>
                  <l>The Sun's the deity which I adore.</l>
                  <l>Here then upon this verdure caſt your ſelves,</l>
                  <l>And reſt a while; not long 'tis e're he will</l>
                  <l>In all his glory mount the Eaſtern hill.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>They lay themſelues downe, then enter</hi> Venus <hi>and</hi> Cupid.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>Here on the top of the mount Ericine</l>
                  <l>Ambuſh thy ſelfe, (a place ſacred to me)</l>
                  <l>Where thou mayſt boldly front the god of Light,</l>
                  <l>Who hath by this already chac'd hence night.</l>
                  <l>I'le leave thee now: ſtrike, but ſtrike home, my ſon,</l>
                  <l>I'le in theſe ſhades abſent me whil'ſt 'tis done.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cupid.</speaker>
                  <l>He mocks my bow, but <hi>Phoebus</hi> ſoon ſhall finde</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Cupid</hi> hath power to ſtrike the Sun-god blinde.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Apollo <hi>with his glittering beames.</hi>
                  </stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>The ſtars are frighted from the firmament,</l>
                  <l>And at the ſight of our illuſtrious beams</l>
                  <l>Darkneſſe vnto the blacke <ref target="#S13368.NOTE10.A">Cymmerians</ref> fled.</l>
                  <l>Now to our daily progreſſe through the Signes.</l>
                  <l>But ſtay, what's he that with our honors, arm'd,</l>
                  <l>(The Bow and quiver, proper ſole to us)</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="184" facs="tcp:4265:100"/>
Braves us upon high <ref target="#S13368.NOTE10.B">Erix Promontorie</ref>?</l>
                  <l>I know him now, 'tis Paphian <hi>Venus</hi> ſon,</l>
                  <l>To whom ſome fooles have vow'd a deity.</l>
                  <l>I'le know the reaſon why the baſtard brat</l>
                  <l>Dares thus aſſume my trophies. 'Morrow <hi>Cupid.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cupid.</speaker>
                  <l>As much to <hi>Phoebus.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phoeb.</speaker>
                  <l>Weake brat reſolue me,</l>
                  <l>By whoſe inticement thou haſt bin ſo bold</l>
                  <l>To take to thee the embleme of my power?</l>
                  <l>Is't not ſufficient, thou with brain-ſicke toyes</l>
                  <l>Canſt fill the heads of mad men and of fooles,</l>
                  <l>Who'aſcribe to thee a god-head, meerly uſurpt?</l>
                  <l>But thou muſt weare my due <hi>Impreſa</hi> inſculpt,</l>
                  <l>And ('bout thy ſhoulders) thoſe known ornaments,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Apollinis inſignia? (Apollo's</hi> Enſignes)</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cupid.</speaker>
                  <l>And why thine?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apoll.</speaker>
                  <l>Becauſe I am ſtyl'd the god of Archerie;</l>
                  <l>And where I aime I hit, my prey or enemy,</l>
                  <l>Kill neere or far. The monſtrous ſerpent <hi>
                        <ref target="#S13368.NOTE10.C">Python</ref>
                     </hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>(Whoſe bulke being ſlaine, an hundred acres ſpred)</l>
                  <l>Had from this bow his wounds, and I my honors:</l>
                  <l>And ſhall a childe boaſt eminence with me?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cup.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Phoebus,</hi> thy bow hath monſters ſtrooke to ground,</l>
                  <l>But myne hath power the gods themſelves to wound,</l>
                  <l>Of which thou art not leaſt. Mother he's ſped, <hi>He ſhoot</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>I have pierc'd him home with my ſhafts golden head.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ven.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou art myne own ſweet boy, thy darts ne're fail<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>And now <hi>Apollo</hi> languiſh and looke pale,</l>
                  <l>More wan than did thy ſiſter <hi>Moon</hi> once prove,</l>
                  <l>When for <hi>
                        <ref target="#S13368.NOTE10.D">Endymion</ref>
                     </hi> ſhe was ſicke of love,</l>
                  <l>Whil'ſt I laugh and reioyce. Now make all ſure,</l>
                  <l>And ſtrike faire <hi>Daphne</hi> whil'ſt ſhe ſleepes ſecure,</l>
                  <l>But with contempt and hate.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cup.</speaker>
                  <l>My arrow flies,</l>
                  <l>And as it hits, ſicke of diſdain ſhe lies.</l>
                  <l>Now mother let's away.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="185" facs="tcp:4265:100"/>
                  <speaker>Ven.</speaker>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Phoebus,</hi> I divine,</l>
                  <l>Thou'It ſay his ſhafts can wound as deep as thine.</l>
                  <stage>Exit.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apoll.</speaker>
                  <l>What alteration's this I feele? a heate</l>
                  <l>Beyond myne owne fire, kindled at myne eye.</l>
                  <stage>Daphne <hi>ſtarts up.</hi>
                  </stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>All ſleep is ſtill in darkneſſe, yet our ſoules</l>
                  <l>See when our eies are ſhut. My breſt's in uprore;</l>
                  <l>And yet a dream tels me, the morning gray</l>
                  <l>Sayes the Sun's up, I ſhame to looke on day.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apoll.</speaker>
                  <l>What Beautie's this on earth, tranſpiercing more,</l>
                  <l>Than can the beams from my celeſtial Orbe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>The Sun is up; Awake: What, ſhame you not</l>
                  <l>That he ſhould finde you ſleeping?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apol.</speaker>
                  <l>Sweet Nymph ſtay.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>The ſhades beſt pleaſe me, I in them will play;</l>
                  <l>The Sun's too hot and ſultry.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apol.</speaker>
                  <l>I am hee</l>
                  <l>That meaſures out the yeare; and ſhun you me</l>
                  <l>Fair'ſt of thy ſex, behold the Suns bright eye,</l>
                  <l>That all things ſees, by whom you all things ſpy.</l>
                  <l>Will you in everlaſting darkneſſe dwell?</l>
                  <l>Light is heavens emblem, and becomes it well:</l>
                  <l>Where I appeare, I comfort and make glad;</l>
                  <l>Be comforted in me, why are you ſad?</l>
                  <l>Would you in blindneſſe live? theſe raies of myne</l>
                  <l>Give that reflect by which your Beauties ſhine,</l>
                  <l>For what are artificial lights? when I</l>
                  <l>Appeare in fulneſſe they ſoon faint and die.</l>
                  <l>They only put on counterfeits: my rayes</l>
                  <l>Falſe colours finde, and give the true the praiſe.</l>
                  <l>If yours be ſuch, then prove them by my light,</l>
                  <l>The world will cenſure they are pure and right.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>His piercing beams I never ſhall endure,</l>
                  <l>They ſicke me of a fatall Calenture.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apol.</speaker>
                  <l>What are you better to be lovely born,</l>
                  <l>If not beheld? What's ſtate, if not obſerv'd?</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="186" facs="tcp:4265:101"/>
Or wherefore before Cottages do we</l>
                  <l>Prefer the ſtately Palace, and the ſumptuous roofe?</l>
                  <l>What vertue were in jewels without me?</l>
                  <l>Elſe ſhould they be with pibbles equall pris'd.</l>
                  <l>Wherefore did Nature make you with bright eies,</l>
                  <l>Which profit not in night without my beams?</l>
                  <l>Why ſhould the Roſe be red? the Lilly white?</l>
                  <l>The Violet purple? and the Holly greene?</l>
                  <l>All rheſe my creatures. But when I decline,</l>
                  <l>And night uſurps upon the Vniverſe,</l>
                  <l>Their tincture's not diſcern'd: but white and red</l>
                  <l>Which in your peerleſſe cheeks exceed all floures,</l>
                  <l>What luſtre beare they? When my beams are gone,</l>
                  <l>The faire and foule in darkneſſe ſeem all one.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>That darkneſſe doth beſt pleaſe me: let's away,</l>
                  <l>My beauty will be ſun burnt if I ſtay,</l>
                  <l>Hee'l blaſt me like an Ethiope.</l>
                  <stage>Exit running.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apol.</speaker>
                  <l>Doſt thou fly me?</l>
                  <l>Love bids me follow, and I muſt purſue:</l>
                  <l>No vault, no cave or cavern ſo obſcure,</l>
                  <l>Through which I will not pierce, to finde thee out,</l>
                  <l>Th' Antipodes for ever want my rayes:</l>
                  <l>To gaze on her, I'le this Meridian keepe,</l>
                  <l>And till attain the ſaint that I adore,</l>
                  <l>Here ever ſhine, where night ſhall be no more.</l>
                  <stage>Exit.</stage>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Venus <hi>and</hi> Cupid.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Venus.</speaker>
                  <l>Laugh <hi>Cupid,</hi> laugh, for I am halfe reveng'd,</l>
                  <l>And ſhall e're long be fully, when this Blab</l>
                  <l>Shall in his courſe, or too much lag or ſpeed</l>
                  <l>Poſt ſomtimes, and again run retrograde.</l>
                  <l>Where by his too long preſence th' earth is ſcortcht,</l>
                  <l>Or by his abſence th' other world ſhall freeze:</l>
                  <l>And all that lies beneath the Moon complaine:</l>
                  <l>And that the gods at mans requeſt ſhall call</l>
                  <l>Diſorder into queſtion. What can then</l>
                  <l>Both heaven and earth conclude when this is done,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="187" facs="tcp:4265:101"/>
But this thou didſt to avenge me of the Sun.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Cup.</speaker>
                  <l>Will not <hi>Mars</hi> thanke me for't?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Uen.</speaker>
                  <l>And kiſſe thee too.</l>
                  <l>O ſtill by his example puniſh thoſe</l>
                  <l>That ſhal our ſweet adulterate ſports diſcloſe.</l>
                  <stage>Exeunt.</stage>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Daphne <hi>flying, and</hi> Apollo <hi>purſuing her.</hi>
                  </stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>Why flies my <hi>Daphne,</hi> knowing 'tis in vaine:</l>
                  <l>Love makes me ſwifter than thy feare can thee.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>O me, I am ſo tortur'd with the Sun,</l>
                  <l>I hate my very ſhadow.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apol.</speaker>
                  <l>I purſue not</l>
                  <l>As Eagles, Doves do; or the Lions, Harts;</l>
                  <l>Or Wolves, the Lambe. Love is my cauſe of haſt:</l>
                  <l>Run not ſo faſt, leſt thou ſhouldſt trip perhaps,</l>
                  <l>And do thy ſelfe ſome dammage: the ground's rough,</l>
                  <l>Shouldſt thou but ſlide, and I the Author on't,</l>
                  <l>How much would it offend me? To preuent which,</l>
                  <l>Stay but thy haſt, and I will ſlack my ſpeed.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>I am almoſt breathleſſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apoll.</speaker>
                  <l>See, I am no Satyre,</l>
                  <l>Shepheard, or ſuch as live by grazing herds,</l>
                  <l>Delphos is myne, Pharos, and Tenedos:</l>
                  <l>Thou know'ſt not who thou fly'ſt, I am <hi>Apollo,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The only god that ſpeakes by Oracle:</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Iove</hi> is my father, and the <hi>Muſes</hi> nine</l>
                  <l>Are all my daughters: I am Patron held</l>
                  <l>Of Numbers, Raptures, and ſweet Poeſie.</l>
                  <l>My ſhafts are ever certain where they aime,</l>
                  <l>(Yet one more certain, which hath pierc't me deep)</l>
                  <l>Phyſicke is myne, I firſt devis'd that Art,</l>
                  <l>And could it help me, I were then aſſur'd:</l>
                  <l>But Love is by no Simples to be cur'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daph.</speaker>
                  <l>O now I am quite ſpent; help, goddeſſe <hi>Iuno,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>(Queene of chaſte marriage) bright <hi>Diana,</hi> help</l>
                  <l>One of thy true vow'd Virgins: change my ſhape,</l>
                  <l>That I this hot adulterous Sun may ſcape.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <pb n="188" facs="tcp:4265:102"/>
Sudden Muſicke, and ſhe is turned into a Lawrel tree.</stage>
                  <l>Thanks, ô ye Powers divine: the Spheres aſſent</l>
                  <l>To my chaſte prayer: your heavenly dooms are iuſt.</l>
                  <l>Here grow I fixt againſt all powers of luſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apoll.</speaker>
                  <l>Strange prodigie! Leſſe hope is in her ſtay,</l>
                  <l>Than in her ſpeed: her bodie's round incompaſt</l>
                  <l>With a rough rinde, in which her warm heart beats.</l>
                  <l>Her haire is all grown vpward into boughes,</l>
                  <l>Here milke white fingers and her armes advanc'd</l>
                  <l>To great and leſſer branches: her faire feet</l>
                  <l>But late ſo ſwift, faſt rooted in the earth:</l>
                  <l>And I, whom Love late blinded, now may ſee</l>
                  <l>My <hi>Daphne</hi> turn'd into a Laurel tree.</l>
                  <l>Her life ſtill ſtruggles in the churliſh barke,</l>
                  <l>And from her lips I feele her breath ſtill flow.</l>
                  <l>One bleſſed kiſſe at parting, but in vain,</l>
                  <l>The very tree ſhrinks from me in diſdain.</l>
                  <l>And yet in laſting memory of thee</l>
                  <l>And of my love, thou ſhalt be ever myne:</l>
                  <l>In all ovatious triumphs and rich ſhewes</l>
                  <l>The Laurel ſhall ingirt the Conquerors browes.</l>
                  <l>All eminence ſhall thinke it grac'd in thee.</l>
                  <l>Poets, the Muſes darlings, ſhall from thee</l>
                  <l>Receive their honor, and the beſt eſteem'd</l>
                  <l>Be crowned Laureat, and no excellence</l>
                  <l>But have it's noble eſtimate from hence.</l>
                  <l>Emperors ſhall priſe thy leaves above pure gold:</l>
                  <l>For thou ſhalt ever wait on victorie;</l>
                  <l>And as my youthfull and ſtill unſhorne haires</l>
                  <l>(Vnchanging) of this golden hew are ſeen,</l>
                  <l>So ſhall the boughes and branches ſtill be greene,</l>
                  <l>And arme againſt <hi>Ioves</hi> lightning. And all theſe</l>
                  <l>Shall be for our ſake by the gods approv'd,</l>
                  <l>In memory that <hi>Daphne</hi> we once lov'd.</l>
                  <stage>Exit.</stage>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Aurora <hi>attended by the</hi> Houres.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>1 <hi>Houre.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>How comes it, faire <hi>Aurora,</hi> we the <hi>Houres</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="189" facs="tcp:4265:102"/>
Are thus diſturb'd?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>2 <hi>Houre.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>One halts, whileſt th' other runs;</l>
                  <l>Somtimes made longer by a many minutes,</l>
                  <l>Somtimes not full three quarters?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aurora.</speaker>
                  <l>Am not I</l>
                  <l>As much diſtemper'd, being forc'd to riſe</l>
                  <l>So oft before my time? which makes my husband</l>
                  <l>Old <hi>Tython</hi> jealous (for he bed-rid lies)</l>
                  <l>I have light on ſome new Love.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>1 <hi>Houre.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>All's out of order.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter the foure Seaſons,</hi> Spring, Summer, Autumne, Winter.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Spring.</speaker>
                  <l>How comes this ſtrange confuſion riſe of late?</l>
                  <l>My ſpring to grow ſo forward by the Sun?</l>
                  <l>Summer complaines that I uſurpe on her.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Sum.</speaker>
                  <l>As much as I on thee, Autumne on me,</l>
                  <l>And ſaith, that in my ripening I include</l>
                  <l>His harveſt, and ſo rob him of his due.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Aut.</speaker>
                  <l>Have I not cauſe? when thou not only claimſt</l>
                  <l>The honor of my crop: But frozen Winter,</l>
                  <l>Hee keeps a coile too, ſwearing, I intrude</l>
                  <l>Into his bounded limits.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Wint.</speaker>
                  <l>This I am ſure</l>
                  <l>I am curtaild of my right; my ſnow is melted,</l>
                  <l>And hath not time to cloath the mountain tops:</l>
                  <l>September is like May, Ianuary as Iune:</l>
                  <l>And all my bright and pretious Iſicles</l>
                  <l>Melting to nothing: What's the reaſon trow we?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>2 <hi>Houre.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>'Tis the Suns ſlackneſſe, or his too much ſpeed,</l>
                  <l>That breeds all this diſtraction.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>1 <hi>Houre.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>The Sun, ſay you?</l>
                  <l>Breake he, or not directly keepe his day,</l>
                  <l>Seaſons and Houres all out of order ſtray.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Day.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Som.</speaker>
                  <l>Behold her whom you ſpeak of, <hi>Day,</hi> whence come ye?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Day.</speaker>
                  <l>I parted now with Night, who had bin here,</l>
                  <l>But that both muſt not in one place appeare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="190" facs="tcp:4265:103"/>
                  <speaker>Auror.</speaker>
                  <l>And what ſaith ſhe?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Day.</speaker>
                  <l>Like you, railes on the Sun,</l>
                  <l>And ſaith he doth her wrong: nor blame her, when</l>
                  <l>Being full twelve houres, he ſcarce affords her ten.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Autumne.</speaker>
                  <l>Day, you are the Suns miſtreſſe, hath he not</l>
                  <l>Reveald the cauſe to you?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Day.</speaker>
                  <l>No, his known brightneſſe</l>
                  <l>Hath unto me been only darke in that.</l>
                  <l>Nor am I of his counſell.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Winter.</speaker>
                  <l>Fine world grown,</l>
                  <l>When every drunken Sexton hath the skill</l>
                  <l>To make his giddy clocke go truer far</l>
                  <l>Than can the beſt Sun dyall.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Apollo.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apollo.</speaker>
                  <l>What are you</l>
                  <l>That murmure thus againſt our Deitie?</l>
                  <l>Are you not all our creatures? though we give you</l>
                  <l>Full ſailes on earth, do not we ſteere the helme?</l>
                  <l>Diſpoſing you both where and how we pleaſe;</l>
                  <l>And dare you thus rebell?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Omnes.</speaker>
                  <l>The god of Light</l>
                  <l>Is our great Lord and Soveraigne.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Apoll.</speaker>
                  <l>This ſubmiſſion</l>
                  <l>Hath ſomewhat calm'd us: had you ſtill ſtood out,</l>
                  <l>Diſorder, we had to Confuſion turn'd,</l>
                  <l>And ſo you all been ruin'd. But henceforth</l>
                  <l>Morning ſhall keep her houre, Houres meaſure day,</l>
                  <l>In a true ſcope the Day proportion Weekes,</l>
                  <l>Weekes, Moneths; Moneths, ſeaſons; to ſum up the yeare.</l>
                  <l>And wee our courſe in that, perfecting time:</l>
                  <l>That nothing in this concordance appeare</l>
                  <l>Either prepoſterous or vnſeaſonable.</l>
                  <l>For which our grace, where-ever you ſhall finde</l>
                  <l>This new ſprung Laurel, you <hi>Aurora</hi> I charge,</l>
                  <l>With your moiſt teares bathe her green tender boughes:</l>
                  <l>From whence I will exhale them with my beams.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="191" facs="tcp:4265:103"/>
                     <hi>Houres,</hi> do you wait vpon her gentle growth.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Day</hi> comfort her: <hi>Ver</hi> cheere her with thy ſpring.</l>
                  <l>Thou <hi>Summer</hi> give her warmth: and <hi>Autumne,</hi> thou</l>
                  <l>Dare not to ſpoile her of her plenteous leaves:</l>
                  <l>Nor <hi>Winter</hi> thou with thy robuſtuous guſts,</l>
                  <l>To blait her laſting verdure. Theſe obſerv'd,</l>
                  <l>Still flouriſh under us. And that this unitie</l>
                  <l>May laſt amongſt you many fortunate yeres,</l>
                  <l>End in a Hymne tun'd to the chiming Spheres.</l>
                  <lg type="song">
                     <head>The Song.</head>
                     <lg>
                        <l>
                           <hi>HOwſoe're the Minutes go,</hi>
                        </l>
                        <l>
                           <hi>Run the houres or ſwift or ſlow:</hi>
                        </l>
                        <l>
                           <hi>Seem the Months or ſhort or long,</hi>
                        </l>
                        <l>
                           <hi>Paſſe the ſeaſons right or wrong:</hi>
                        </l>
                        <l>
                           <hi>All we ſing that</hi> Phoebus <hi>follow,</hi>
                        </l>
                        <l>Semel in anno ridet Apollo.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>
                           <hi>Early fall the Spring or not,</hi>
                        </l>
                        <l>
                           <hi>Prove the Summer cold or hot:</hi>
                        </l>
                        <l>
                           <hi>Autumne be it faire or foule,</hi>
                        </l>
                        <l>
                           <hi>Let the Winter ſmile or skowle:</hi>
                        </l>
                        <l>
                           <hi>Still we ſing, that</hi> Phoebus <hi>follow,</hi>
                        </l>
                        <l>Semel in anno ridet Apollo.</l>
                     </lg>
                  </lg>
               </sp>
               <trailer>FINIS.</trailer>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="21" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="192" facs="tcp:4265:104"/>
            <div type="argument">
               <head>The Argument of AMPHRISA the forſaken <hi>Shepheardeſſe.</hi>
               </head>
               <lg>
                  <l>THe innocence, truth, and ſimplicitie</l>
                  <l>Of countrey Damſels: What felicitie</l>
                  <l>They arrive to in their low eſtate;</l>
                  <l>What freedoms they participate,</l>
                  <l>What ioy, what ſolace, what content</l>
                  <l>To their innocuous life is lent.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The humble ſhed and cottage held</l>
                  <l>More ſafe than gorgeous houſes, ſwell'd</l>
                  <l>With pompe and wealth. It likewiſe proves</l>
                  <l>More ſimple truth in their chaſte loves,</l>
                  <l>Than greater Ladies, tympany' de</l>
                  <l>With much more honour, ſtate, and pride.</l>
                  <l>Here's of the Willow wreath diſpute,</l>
                  <l>How, and why worne. What beſt doth ſute</l>
                  <l>Forſaken Virgins, reade and finde</l>
                  <l>Their characters who prove vnkinde.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="body_of_dialogue">
               <stage>Enter two Shepheardeſſes, <hi>Pelopoea</hi> and <hi>Alope.</hi>
               </stage>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>GOod morrow.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>So to you, faire Shepheardeſſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Iel.</speaker>
                  <l>What newes in our Arcadia?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>I know none:</l>
                  <l>For well you wot it is no newes with us,</l>
                  <l>That men ſhould prove inconſtant.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>Thinke you ſo?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>Thought's free.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>I pray can you define me Thought?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="193" facs="tcp:4265:104"/>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>Let me bethinke my ſelfe, I thinke I can:</l>
                  <l>For I have thought of many things e're now.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>But can you gueſſe what I thinke?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>I (perhaps)</l>
                  <l>May jumpe with your conceit, come neere't at leaſt.</l>
                  <l>Of colours there are none ſo oppoſite</l>
                  <l>As white and blacke: and of the Elements</l>
                  <l>Than fire and water none more contrary:</l>
                  <l>Nor is there ought ſo antipathy' de in men,</l>
                  <l>As what they thinke and ſpeake.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pelop.</speaker>
                  <l>Now let me helpe you:</l>
                  <l>Mens thoughts like Courtiers clokes are often ſhifted,</l>
                  <l>And change as oft as they are truly ſifted.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>This then hath been the cauſe of womens ſorrow;</l>
                  <l>Men thinke to day ill, to do worſe to morrow:</l>
                  <l>Witneſſe <hi>Amphriſa's</hi> ſervant.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>Pitty 'tis,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o faire a body, and ſo ſweet a ſoule</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hould be ſo foulely dealt with. Her falſe Lover</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nkindely hath forſooke her.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>That's the reaſon</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hee's growne into ſo deepe a melancholy.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> wonder any woman dare truſt man,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nce, like as the Chamelions change themſelves</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nto all perfect colours ſaving white;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> they can to all humors frame their ſpeech,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>e only to prove honeſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>You ſay well.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>t as no wormes breed where they feele no warmth,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o Vultures watch where they can finde no prey;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o Pirat roves but where he hopes for ſpoile:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> none of theſe falſe ſervants wait, but where</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hey finde a yeelding Miſtreſſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>Indeed light minds are catcht with little things,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd Phancie ſmels to Fennell.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>But <hi>Amphriſa</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="194" facs="tcp:4265:105"/>
Is held to be the wiſeſt ſhepheardeſſe</l>
                  <l>That lives in our Arcadia.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>But I have heard,</l>
                  <l>Late wit and cheated wiſedome to be counted</l>
                  <l>Next neighbours unto folly. Shepheards now,</l>
                  <l>The holier that they ſeeme in outward ſhew,</l>
                  <l>The hollower are their hearts. By ſubtill ſophiſtry</l>
                  <l>(As I have heard) the beſt Philoſophy</l>
                  <l>May be perverted. And mens flatteries</l>
                  <l>Are iuſt like <hi>Circes</hi> riches, which can turne</l>
                  <l>Vain glorious fooles to Aſſes, credulous Fooles</l>
                  <l>To Woodcocks, pretty wanton Fooles to Apes,</l>
                  <l>And proud Fooles into Peacocks.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel</speaker>
                  <l>But amongſt theſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Amphriſa</hi> had no place.</l>
                  <stage>
                     <hi>Enter</hi> Amphriſa <hi>ſeeming diſcontented.</hi>
                  </stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>See, here ſhe comes</l>
                  <l>That for her ſelfe can anſwer.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pelop.</speaker>
                  <l>But 'twere ſinne</l>
                  <l>In us, not to be anſwer'd, thus to ſuffer her</l>
                  <l>To pale the cheerefull bloud in her farre cheeks,</l>
                  <l>Through wilfull paſſion. Which I'le not endure.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>Then rowſe her from theſe dumps.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>You'r ſad, <hi>Amphriſa:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Sweet may we know the cauſe?</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Amphriſa.</hi> You have prevented</l>
                  <l>A ſtrange conceit which ſomewhat troubled me;</l>
                  <l>But by your interruption almoſt loſt.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>Nay recollect your ſelfe, pray let us hear't.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>I was thinking, why <hi>Parraſius,</hi> drawing Youth,</l>
                  <l>Made Love to tickle one ſide with a feather,</l>
                  <l>To move a ſmile; and with the other hand</l>
                  <l>To ſting it with a Scorpion.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>You'r ſtung then.</l>
                  <l>But I was thinking on <hi>Praxiteles,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Who drew his miſtreſſe thus: Looke on her one way,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="195" facs="tcp:4265:105"/>
She laught upon him: Strait before, ſhe wept:</l>
                  <l>But change the ſide, and caſt your eye adverſe,</l>
                  <l>And then ſhe appear'd ſleeping. And ſo you,</l>
                  <l>Fit but your phanſies unto ſuch a face,</l>
                  <l>You'l ne're complain of ſervant.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>Then it ſeems,</l>
                  <l>My ſtorie's told aforehand.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>Yes, and rumor'd</l>
                  <l>Through all Arcadia.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>And none pitty me?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>There's none ſo marble breſted, but doth melt</l>
                  <l>To heare of your diſaſter.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>Is there one,</l>
                  <l>To whom the cauſe of my diſeaſe is knowne,</l>
                  <l>That can preſcribe me cure for't?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pelop.</speaker>
                  <l>Without feeling</l>
                  <l>Your pulſe, I know the nature of your griefe:</l>
                  <l>You have an heate, on which a coldneſſe waits,</l>
                  <l>A paine that is endur'd with pleaſantneſſe,</l>
                  <l>And makes thoſe ſweets you eat have bitter taſte:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> puts eies in your thoughts, eares in your heart:</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>Twas by deſire firſt bred, by delight nurſt,</l>
                  <l>And hath of late been wean'd by jelouſie.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>But how can theſe diſguſts be remedy'd,</l>
                  <l>Which Reaſon never yet could comprehend?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>By patience.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>That's a phyſicke all preſcribe,</l>
                  <l>But few or none doth follow. Pray what is't?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>It is the beſt receit that can be tooke</l>
                  <l>Both againſt love and fortune (Croſt in both.)</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>To wiſh the beſt, to thinke vpon the worſt,</l>
                  <l>And all contingents brooke with patience.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>s a moſt ſoveraigne medicine.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pelop.</speaker>
                  <l>And moreover;</l>
                  <l>What cannot be redreſt with peeviſhneſſe,</l>
                  <l>Ought to bee borne with patience.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>Patience?</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>he is ſo like to Fortitude herſelfe,</l>
                  <l>That by her ſweet aſpect ſhe appeares to be</l>
                  <l>Her ſiſter or her daughter.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="196" facs="tcp:4265:106"/>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>The onely remedy for injuries, is</l>
                  <l>By patience to forget them. And more noble</l>
                  <l>It is to yeeld your ſelfe in triumph to't</l>
                  <l>Then to be drawne by force.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>You have prevaild,</l>
                  <l>For I am now your Patient; and intreat you,</l>
                  <l>Like skild Phiſitians, ſtudy for my health.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop</speaker>
                  <l>From their Doctors</l>
                  <l>The ſick expect more art then eloquence:</l>
                  <l>And therefore what defect you find in words,</l>
                  <l>Expect in our Preſcriptions.</l>
                  <stage>Enter their Queene and two Nymphs.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Queen</speaker>
                  <l>I never was with paſtime better pleas'd;</l>
                  <l>So cleare a morning, and ſuch temperate ayre;</l>
                  <l>The Sun ſo bright, yet ſparing of his heat,</l>
                  <l>Made all the toyle we tooke (to chace the Stag)</l>
                  <l>To ſeeme no labour, but an exerciſe.</l>
                  <l>The wily beaſt to ſhun our ſwift purſute,</l>
                  <l>Forſooke the Plaines, to take the mountaine tops.</l>
                  <l>Yet maugre the oppoſure of the Rocks</l>
                  <l>And clifts depending to moleſt our ſpeed</l>
                  <l>Our well-tride Nymphs, like wild Kids clim'd thoſe hils</l>
                  <l>And thrild their arrowie Iavelins after him:</l>
                  <l>Nor left the chace, till all thoſe golden heads</l>
                  <l>Were new ſtain'd in his blood.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>1. <hi>Nymph.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>It prov'd, great Queene</l>
                  <l>Your active Nymphs were better breath'd than he,</l>
                  <l>For whom we could not overtake, we tyr'd:</l>
                  <l>That done, we toucht our Beagles, and ſo made</l>
                  <l>Both hills and vallies eccho to his death.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>2. <hi>Nymph.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>He ſtood ſo long, and made us ſtray ſo far,</l>
                  <l>Amongſt the Swaines and lovely Shepheardeſſes,</l>
                  <l>That uſe to graze their Flocks upon theſe downes;</l>
                  <l>The Sun muſt needs paſſe the Meridian,</l>
                  <l>E're we can reach the Lodge.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>The Arcadian Girles</l>
                  <l>Are of no common beauty; as their habits</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="197" facs="tcp:4265:106"/>
Much grace the fields; ſo many of thoſe features</l>
                  <l>Mine eye by chance hath glanc't on in the Chace,</l>
                  <l>In mine opinion would become the Court.</l>
                  <l>They ſay, theſe virgins are acute in wit,</l>
                  <l>And fluent in conceit, to ſpeake or ſing;</l>
                  <l>As having oft drunke from the Muſes ſpring.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>1. <hi>Nym.</hi>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>See, Royall Queene, where three (not of the mea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſt</l>
                  <l>Or leaſt to be reſpected) are retyr'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>Be not too lowd, Theſe bowes will ſhelter us;</l>
                  <l>Let's l<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ſten how they faſhion their diſcourſe,</l>
                  <l>And how far ſhort the Folds and Cottages</l>
                  <l>Come of the Court or City.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>Nay pray preſcribe. 'Tis ſaid of all Phyſitians</l>
                  <l>What good comes by their Phyſick, the Sun ſees:</l>
                  <l>But in their art, if they have bad ſucceſſe,</l>
                  <l>That the earth covers. Howſoe're I ſuffer,</l>
                  <l>You blameleſſe are.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>All thoſe that are unskilfull</l>
                  <l>Will flatter griefe 'till it grow deſperate.</l>
                  <l>But though you know the uſe of Phyſick ſweet,</l>
                  <l>To taſte it is unſavory.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>Howſoever I am prepar'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>Imagin firſt, You never had a ſervant.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>Not ſo: for who can know the ſweet of eaſe,</l>
                  <l>That never was in paine?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>Or ſay ſhe had,</l>
                  <l>Thinke that he ne're playd falſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>A meere relapſe,</l>
                  <l>Before the firſt be cur'd, to thinke him faithfull,</l>
                  <l>Were but to enter her diſeaſe anew,</l>
                  <l>To make her griefe more violent.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>But one ſpeake:</l>
                  <l>The medicine that's propos'd of contraries,</l>
                  <l>Can ne're breed peace of mind.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>(Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>All, ſolid ſence.)</l>
                  <l>For I perceive, thoſe that are ſound themſelves,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="198" facs="tcp:4265:107"/>
Have ſtill more will to help, than skill to cure.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>Well, Miſtreſſe Doctor I'le give way to you.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>Thinke then you had a ſervant, and he falſe;</l>
                  <l>For whoſe ſake never more truſt per jur'd man.</l>
                  <l>And though ſome ſay <hi>Iove</hi> winks at Dovers Oathes,</l>
                  <l>'Tis (after) with broad eyes to puniſh them.</l>
                  <l>Words ſhould not credit men, but men their words:</l>
                  <l>For he that breaks his promiſe lies to heaven;</l>
                  <l>And whom Heaven hates, who but would feare to love</l>
                  <l>Moſt curſed 'tis to flatter and forſweare;</l>
                  <l>And dearth of oathes is bleſſed barrenneſſe.</l>
                  <l>You'r ſicke at heart: the only help for that</l>
                  <l>Is, Let your heart abhorre his trecherie,</l>
                  <l>And him, for it. You'r pain'd too in the head,</l>
                  <stage>She preſent a wrea<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> of will<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </stage>
                  <l>For that here's balm made or a willow wreath.</l>
                  <l>Let this charm'd c<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> ele but impale your brows,</l>
                  <l>'Tis preſent help for both.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>Make this apparant.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>Thus: All th' Arcadian Swains &amp; Nymphs that <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>Your browes ingirt with this for ſaken wreath</l>
                  <l>Will take note of his falſhood, and your faith;</l>
                  <l>Your innocence, and his inconſtancie:</l>
                  <l>And thoſe that weare teares in their eies for you,</l>
                  <l>Of love and pitty, to be thus abus'd,</l>
                  <l>Will ſteep their tongues in wormwood and in gall,</l>
                  <l>To brand him for his open perjury;</l>
                  <l>Their pitty, with your patience join'd,</l>
                  <l>(With this to boot) will prove an abſolute cure.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>Some eaſe I finde already, crowne me then.</l>
                  <stage>She is crowned with Willow.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>May, whereſoe're your head you ſoftly pillow,</l>
                  <l>Be ne're more troubled, whil'ſt thus wreath'd in willow</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amph.</speaker>
                  <l>Nor ſhall it, <hi>Alope,</hi> for from this houre,</l>
                  <l>Hearts griefe nor heads paine ſhall of me have power.</l>
                  <l>I now have chac'd hence ſorrow.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Queen.</speaker>
                  <l>This conceit</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="199" facs="tcp:4265:107"/>
Hath tooke me highly; and great pitty 'tis,</l>
                  <l>That ſuch choice wits ſhould finde no other eares</l>
                  <l>Than thoſe that Swains, and flocks, and fowls have. Wit</l>
                  <l>So ſpent, is only treaſur'd in the aire.</l>
                  <l>The earth hath leaſt part on't. Virgins, Good day.</l>
                  <l>Nay, do not fall too low.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>You are our Queen.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>And Lady of our fortunes.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>By that title</l>
                  <l>I do command you then to ſpare your knees.</l>
                  <l>Nay riſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis only by your Grace and goodneſſe</l>
                  <l>We breathe and live.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>It is enough to me,</l>
                  <l>That you preſent us ſuch acknowledgement.</l>
                  <l>And as for you, faire Virgin, I could wiſh</l>
                  <l>Your Willow were a Lawrel. Nay, ſo 'tis:</l>
                  <l>Becauſe all ſuch may be ſtyl'd Conquerors,</l>
                  <l>That can ſubdue the ir paſſions.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>Our feare is,</l>
                  <l>That if our rude diſcourſe have toucht your eare,</l>
                  <l>The courſeneſſe might offend you.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>Pleas'd us highly:</l>
                  <l>Which that you may perceive in mee's vnfeignd,</l>
                  <l>I charge you, as I am your Soveraigneſſe,</l>
                  <l>All coyneſſe and evaſion ſet apart,</l>
                  <l>To be moſt free in language.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>Impoſition</l>
                  <l>That comes from you is vnto us a Law,</l>
                  <l>Which ought to be kept ſacred.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>I'le as freely</l>
                  <l>Command then, as you willing are t'obey,</l>
                  <l>For were I not a Queen, I'de wiſh to be</l>
                  <l>As one of you, a witty Shepheardeſſe.</l>
                  <l>Pray ſing me ſomthing of your countrey life,</l>
                  <l>To make me more in love with't.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="200" facs="tcp:4265:108"/>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>Tis our feare; A life that is ſo meane, ſo ill expreſt</l>
                  <l>As needs it muſt bee, (if impos'd on us)</l>
                  <l>May make you rather loath it.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>I had thought</l>
                  <l>Courts onely had beene fill'd with complement,</l>
                  <l>Of which I ſee, the cottage is not cleare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>Give not our ſimple truth, and feare to offend,</l>
                  <l>A character we know not (gratious Queene)</l>
                  <l>But howſoever, if you make us faulty,</l>
                  <l>You have the power to pardon.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>And preſume</l>
                  <l>That's granted, e're the offence be.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>Then thus, Madam.</l>
                  <stage>She ſings.</stage>
                  <lg>
                     <head>The Song.</head>
                     <l>We that have knowne no greater ſtate</l>
                     <l>Than this we live in, praiſe our fate:</l>
                     <l>For Courtly ſilkes in cares are ſpent,</l>
                     <l>When Countries ruſſet breeds content.</l>
                     <l>The power of Scepters we admire;</l>
                     <l>But ſheep-bookes for our uſe deſire.</l>
                     <l>Simple and low is our condition;</l>
                     <l>For here with us is no ambition.</l>
                     <l>We with the Sunne our flockes unfold,</l>
                     <l>Whoſe riſing makes their fleeces gold.</l>
                     <l>"Our muſick from the birds we borrow;</l>
                     <l>"They bidding us, we them, good morrow.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <stage>Theſe laſt two lines twice</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>Nay, faire ones, what you have begun in ſong,</l>
                  <l>Continue in diſcourſe: Wee would heare more</l>
                  <l>Of your pleas'd life.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>Your highneſſe may command.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Our habits are but courſe and plaine,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Yet they defend from wind and raine.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>As warme too, in an equall eye</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>As thoſe be, ſtain'd in Scarlet dye.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Thoſe that have plenty weare (we ſee)</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>But one at once; and ſo doe we.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="201" facs="tcp:4265:108"/>
                  <speaker>Alop.</speaker>
                  <l>The Shepheard with his home-ſpun Laſſe</l>
                  <l>As many merry houres doth paſſe,</l>
                  <l>As Courtiers with their coſtly Girles,</l>
                  <l>Though richly deckt in gold and pearles:</l>
                  <l>And though but plaine, to purpoſe woo,</l>
                  <l>Nay oft-times with leſſe danger too.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pel.</speaker>
                  <l>Thoſe that delight in dainties ſtore,</l>
                  <l>One ſtomack feed at once, no more.</l>
                  <l>And when with homely fare we feaſt,</l>
                  <l>With us it doth as well digeſt:</l>
                  <l>And many times wee better ſpeed;</l>
                  <l>For our wild fruits no ſurfets breed,</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>If we ſometimes the Willow weare,</l>
                  <l>By ſubtill Swaines that dare forſweare.</l>
                  <l>We wonder whence it comes, and feare,</l>
                  <l>Th' have beene at Court, and learn'd it there.</l>
                  <l>If any Lady then ſhall pleaſe,</l>
                  <l>Whoſe cheeke lookes pale through my diſeaſe,</l>
                  <l>By any faithleſſe ſervant, or falſe friend,</l>
                  <l>(Being cur'd myſelfe) this I can give or lend.</l>
                  <stage>She offers the wil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>low.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>Beleeve't, a ſweet concluſion: for oft-times</l>
                  <l>Such things fall out. But we have further heard</l>
                  <l>(Beſides what now our eares are witneſſe to)</l>
                  <l>That as your words keepe time, your voices tune;</l>
                  <l>So hath the curious motion of your feet</l>
                  <l>Beene taught to know true meaſure. You can dance?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Amp.</speaker>
                  <l>Yes royall Princeſſe, as we ſing and ſpeake,</l>
                  <l>After ſuch rurall faſhion.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>If no worſe,</l>
                  <l>It may become a Theatre of eyes,</l>
                  <l>Yet wreſt no bluſhes from you. Will you then,</l>
                  <l>Since that we parallell in number thus,</l>
                  <l>Helpe us to fill a meaſure?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Pelop.</speaker>
                  <l>So wee thought</l>
                  <l>There might no jarring diſcords grow from us,</l>
                  <l>To ſpoile your better muſick.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="202" facs="tcp:4265:109"/>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>No ſuch feare.</l>
                  <l>Come then, ſuch muſicke as the place will yeeld,</l>
                  <l>Wee'l inſtantly make vſe of.</l>
                  <stage>Muſicke ſounds, and they dance the meaſure.</stage>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Qu.</speaker>
                  <l>Compleat in all: You have made us now Eie-witnes</l>
                  <l>Of what, Relation ſparingly hath ſpoke.</l>
                  <l>To encourage which, and that ſo great a merit</l>
                  <l>Paſſe not without ſome meed, receive theſe favors,</l>
                  <l>And weare them for our ſake.</l>
                  <stage>Jewels given.</stage>
                  <l>Time bids us part.</l>
                  <l>Greater than theſe we have for you in ſtore,</l>
                  <l>And mean hereafter to employ you more.</l>
               </sp>
               <trailer>FINIS.</trailer>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div n="22" type="dialogue">
            <pb n="203" facs="tcp:4265:109"/>
            <head>An Emblematicall Dialogue, interpre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted from the Excellent and moſt learned <hi>D. Iac. Catzius;</hi> which ſheweth how Vir<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gins in their chaſte loves ought to beare themſelves.</head>
            <div n="1" type="argument">
               <head>1. The Argument.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>TWo modeſt Virgins, of unequall time,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Th'one paſt, the other growing to her prime,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>(Anna <hi>and</hi> Phillis) <hi>interchange ſome chat</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Of Love, of Mariage, and I know not what.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div n="2" type="argument">
               <head>2. The Argument.</head>
               <l>ANne <hi>hearing</hi> Phillis <hi>her rude Love relate,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>(Whoſe tender breſt was free from all deceit)</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Feares leſt her youth to luſt ſhe might ingage,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>And bids her to be counſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>l'd by her age.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>A Virgins office, and how Maids be caught,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>(Saith ſhe) three times vine Winters have me taught:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Take me thy Guide, and no way thou canſt <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>re,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Who before</hi> Venus <hi>ſweets, chaſte love prefer.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Which in alternate language whil'ſt they plead,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>In view and preſence of the Marriage bed,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Phillis, <hi>whom youth and freſh love doth poſſeſſe,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Her amorous thoughts begins thus to expreſſe.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>We, when in health, for ſicke folks counſel finde,</l>
               <l>But ſicke our ſelves; we quickly change our minde.</l>
            </div>
            <div n="1" type="part">
               <pb n="204" facs="tcp:4265:110"/>
               <head>Without Marriage there is no courage.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phi.</speaker>
                  <l>Whilſt neere my Fathers houſe I obſerv'd but late</l>
                  <l>Two Turtles bill, and either court it's mate,</l>
                  <l>I cald to minde the palme which I might ſpy</l>
                  <l>Drooping, becauſe the male plant was not nye,</l>
                  <l>Whom with erected lookes when ſhe beheld,</l>
                  <l>She buds, ſhe bloome, with fruit her branches ſweld,</l>
                  <l>At which I ſaid (O <hi>Venus)</hi> were I dead,</l>
                  <l>But that I thinke it a ſweet thing to wed!</l>
                  <l>Which as I ſpake, (and more would have expreſt)</l>
                  <l>I felt ſoft love to ſteale into my breſt.</l>
                  <l>Trees have their Ardor, and the birds their flame,</l>
                  <l>The Mountaine bo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>es, and wild beaſts have the ſame</l>
                  <l>Nor doth the ſcaly fiſh want their deſire,</l>
                  <l>Why then ſhould onely Virgins ſhun this fire?</l>
                  <p>
                     <hi>Concerning which the Poet</hi> Lucretius <hi>is thus read.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <q>
                     <l>Each generation that on earth abides,</l>
                     <l>Whether of beaſts, or men, (whom reaſon guides,</l>
                     <l>Horſes or Cattle, what's beneath the Sunne,</l>
                     <l>Into this firy ardor madly runne.)</l>
                  </q>
               </sp>
            </div>
            <div n="2" type="part">
               <head>
                  <l>Moſt things unprov'd cannot content us,</l>
                  <l>Which being tryde they oft repent us.</l>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>Into the Brides yoake wilt thou madly fly,</l>
                  <l>Thinking there Roſes, and ſweet. Apples lie?</l>
                  <l>If ſuch a thing as pleaſure be? ſearch round;</l>
                  <l>In mans rude armes it never can be found.</l>
                  <l>What is this ſnare to which young Virgins haſte,</l>
                  <l>But like the Oſier weel in rivers plac't?</l>
                  <l>The fiſh yet free, to enter wind about,</l>
                  <l>Whilſt they within are labouring to get out.</l>
                  <l>Boyes in their firſt heate, want the wit to tarry,</l>
                  <l>And Girles (not ripe) are mad untill they marry;</l>
                  <l>When ſcarce the one hath warm'd the others ſide,</l>
                  <l>But they wiſh beds and houſes to divide.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <pb n="205" facs="tcp:4265:110"/>
                  <hi>Diog Laert</hi> tells us that it was a ſaying of <hi>Socrates,</hi> that young batchelers deſirous of marriage were like to fiſhes who play about the weele, and gladly would get in, when on the contrary they that are within ſtrive how they ſhould get out.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="3" type="part">
               <head>The family of the unmarried is lame.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phi.</speaker>
                  <l>Though you ſay, Wedlock doth ſuch troubles breed,</l>
                  <l>Love bids, and <hi>Hymen</hi> prompts me to proceed.</l>
                  <l>The tedious ſilence of a forlorne bed</l>
                  <l>To me is hatefull, therefore muſt I wed:</l>
                  <l>Looke how the Ducks mourne when they miſſe the male,</l>
                  <l>No one but droopes her wings, and flags her tayle,</l>
                  <l>But he once come, the pond with clamour rings,</l>
                  <l>And you then ſee another face of things.</l>
                  <l>The good man abſent: then the fire doth freeze,</l>
                  <l>The houſe is ſad, the wife her mirth doth leeſe.</l>
                  <l>(They all are troubled,) when the maide doth aske</l>
                  <l>To goe to reſt, ſhee's put to ſome new taske.</l>
                  <l>A beard's the houſes prop, (beſides is none)</l>
                  <l>There can be no delight to ſleepe alone.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>Impoſe the burthen of virginity on none (ſaith <hi>Ignatius</hi> the ancient Theologiſt) being a yoake which even the Vrgin Veſtal? (of old) in <hi>Rome</hi> were not able to beare, to whom onely five yeares were injoyned to abſtaine from marriage, and to keepe the holy fire from going out.</q>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="4" type="part">
               <head>Binde in thy flames.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An</speaker>
                  <l>Though thou haſt ſuch a will to change thy ſtate,</l>
                  <l>Yet gently heare me what I ſhall relate,</l>
                  <l>The flame (too raging) that by heate is blowne,</l>
                  <l>To fit the marriage bed was never knowne.</l>
                  <l>Obſerve the Cooper when he joynes his tunne,</l>
                  <l>That the con racted planks may evenly runne,</l>
                  <l>(The ſury of the violent heat to tame)</l>
                  <l>In a round Iron cradle keepes his flame,</l>
                  <l>By his example thine hot fires ſuppreſſe,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="206" facs="tcp:4265:111"/>
Leſt this or that way fondly it digreſſe.</l>
                  <l>With amorous tales let not thine eares be tainted.</l>
                  <l>Before thy mother be therewith acquainted;</l>
                  <l>Shee'l tell thy Father; ſo take off thy care,</l>
                  <l>They well provide to keepe thee from the ſnare.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <hi>Cicero</hi> tells us that it is fit, men ſhould be brought with<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>in the compaſſe of reaſon and learning</p>
               <p>And <hi>Cipri.</hi> that the tutors or guardians, namely, the Fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther, Grand-father, or Brother, were woont of old to contract young Virgins, which ancient cuſtome is upon great conſideration obſerved in theſe dayes, And amongſt other cauſes, eſpecially in regard of the weakneſſe, and baſhfulneſſe of the ſex: and wee read in <hi>Euripides</hi> that when <hi>Oreſtes</hi> ſollicited <hi>Hermione</hi> for marriage, Her an<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſwere was, <hi>My eſpouſals remaine in my Fathers power, and not mine.</hi>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="5" type="part">
               <head>By the finger, not the tongue.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phi</speaker>
                  <l>Shall I then clamour for an husband? no,</l>
                  <l>My virgin ſhame forbids me to doe ſo,</l>
                  <l>Three luſters, and three yeares ore paſt, I pray,</l>
                  <l>Is't not enough? what more can virgins ſay?</l>
                  <l>Looke how that watch doth the ſwift houres divide,</l>
                  <l>And with its hand doth to the figures guide,</l>
                  <l>It nothing ſpeakes, yet points (early and late</l>
                  <l>To what it meanes, ſuch is our virgins ſtate,</l>
                  <l>Although the mind be ſilent, and ſit mute,</l>
                  <l>Her mature age (though tongueles) moves her ſuit.</l>
                  <l>It ſhewes her to be enterd in her prime,</l>
                  <l>And tells the parents that ſhee loſeth time.</l>
                  <l>Her round breſts ſpeak, freſh cheeks &amp; brows ſo faye</l>
                  <l>Thus the whole girle's diſſoly'd to ſilent prayer.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>That Father is much to bee blamed, who when h<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap> Daughter is in her full maturity provideth her not <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap> Husband. Well therefore ſaid <hi>Ignatius,</hi> A ripe Virgin to prevent the wrinckles of age, may ſpeake to her Fa<g ref="char:EOLunhyphen"/>ther in private, to diſpoſe of her in marriage.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="207" facs="tcp:4265:111"/>
And wee read <hi>Claudian</hi> thus:</p>
               <q>
                  <l>The virgins ripe age breeds the fathers cares,</l>
                  <l>Who, for her ſake neglects his Lords affaires.</l>
               </q>
            </div>
            <div n="6" type="part">
               <head>The Colony is to bee removed elſewhere.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phi.</speaker>
                  <l>When the earth helpes the Vine her ſprigs to beare,</l>
                  <l>Tis fit they ſhould tranſplanted be elſewhere.</l>
                  <l>The dreſſer calls and ſayes theſe ſame will bud,</l>
                  <l>And proſper bravely if the ſoyle be good.</l>
                  <l>I have two ſwelling breſts that twins can feed,</l>
                  <l>A lap beſides to dandle thoſe I breed:</l>
                  <l>And my virginity (ſay what you can)</l>
                  <l>Proclaimes me now that I am ripe for man.</l>
                  <l>I looke on Wives, and wiſh that I were ſuch,</l>
                  <l>But grieve my Father will not ſee ſo much:</l>
                  <l>Yet long he ſhall not barre me from that bliſſe</l>
                  <l>Which law allowes, or I am taught amiſſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>That daughter who hath paſt the age of five and twenty, if ſhe marry without her fathers conſent, by the law of ſome Nations cannot be deprived of her dowry, becauſe the father ought to conſider in time convenient to provide his daughter of an husband, and himſelfe of a Son-in-law: but when our <hi>Phillis</hi> profeſſeth her ſelfe not to bee much above fifteene, it is ridiculous in the maide longing for marriage, to wreſt the law, and apply it un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to her owne purpoſe.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="7" type="part">
               <head>After the wound, in vaine is warning.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>What's ſhame to ſpeake, is it not ſinne to act,</l>
                  <l>To bluſh at words, and not to blame the fact.</l>
                  <l>No girle that's wiſe to lovers will incline,</l>
                  <l>The choyſe ſhould be thy parents, and not thine.</l>
                  <l>Courtſhip inchaunts, when lovers vow they faigne,</l>
                  <l>And enterd once, there's no way back againe.</l>
                  <l>Vaine is it for the wounded Whale to fly,</l>
                  <l>Who careleſſe earſt before the ſtroke did lye.</l>
                  <l>Loves arrowes to remove, or eaſe their ſmart,</l>
                  <l>As vaine it is, if once they touch the heart.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="208" facs="tcp:4265:112"/>
Then of thy parents counſell firſt be ſure</l>
                  <l>Before thy choiſe: once wounded there's no cure.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>If regard be to be had of dignity, comlines or hone<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſty; then in the contracting of marriages, it is more de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cent and ſeemely, if the parents troth plight their daugh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters to their husbands, and tye them together with their owne tongues, than if they themſelves immodeſtly in their owne language ſubject themſelves to one anothers power. <hi>Cypr.</hi>
               </p>
               <q>
                  <l>They that in gathering <hi>Venus</hi> flowers are free,</l>
                  <l>Say daily, theſe to morrow ſuch will bee.</l>
                  <l>Meane time ſoft fires into our boſomes creepe,</l>
                  <l>And the worſt trees ſtill root themſelves moſt deepe.</l>
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Ovid.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </q>
            </div>
            <div n="8" type="part">
               <head>The more haſte, the worſe ſpeed.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>In haſt's no helpe: if follow love, 'twill fly,</l>
                  <l>Lovers hate ſuch as come to every cry.</l>
                  <l>Of any ſudden conqueſt they are ſick,</l>
                  <l>Nor what they covet, would have come too quick.</l>
                  <l>When the Lord ſends to bid the Cooke make haſte,</l>
                  <l>He ſtraight gives charge the ſpit turne not too faſt,</l>
                  <l>Leſſe ſpeed is made, the meat's the ſooner ready.</l>
                  <l>Hee hinders and not haſts that is too ſpeedy.</l>
                  <l>Shee that in <hi>Cupids</hi> Kitchin would command</l>
                  <l>Muſt have dull motion, and a tardy hand:</l>
                  <l>Tis ſpeed that ſpoyles all, ſpurres are in delay,</l>
                  <l>No lover ſtoopes unto a yeelding prey.</l>
                  <q>
                     <l>All delay is odious, yet it brings on wiſdome.</l>
                     <bibl>
                        <hi>Sen.</hi>
                     </bibl>
                  </q>
                  <l>You that would marry, though you both make ſpeed,</l>
                  <l>Delay't awhile, ſmall ſtay great gaine may breed.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>Delayes oftentimes bring to paſſe that hee who ſhould have dyed, hath killed him who might have li<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ved.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Clem. Alexand.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="9" type="part">
               <head>For what wee can, wee care not</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>Wee ſee in birds for whom the pitfall's ſet,</l>
                  <l>Such as would faine be tooke, eſcape the net.</l>
                  <l>Others that would fly thence, the ſtrings combine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="209" facs="tcp:4265:112"/>
Their captive legges intangling in their twine.</l>
                  <l>She that firſt craves deſerves a ſcornefull ſmile,</l>
                  <l>As both in maid or woman hold moſt vile.</l>
                  <l>Shee's onely certaine to be caught that flies,</l>
                  <l>Shee teacheth to bee ſu'd to that denies.</l>
                  <l>Coy Dames the breſts of lovers moſt beſot,</l>
                  <l>The ſweeteſt kiſſes are by ſtruggling got.</l>
                  <l>That game beſt pleaſeth which is ſur'ſt in chace,</l>
                  <l>Not that being ſwolne, and lies dead in the place.</l>
                  <l>What I moſt wiſh may for a time be ſpar'd,</l>
                  <l>Nor pleaſeth me the conqueſt that's prepar'd. <hi>Petron.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <p>To this purpoſe is that of <hi>Sencea</hi> the Philoſopher, it <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ameth me to enter conflict with a man prepared to bee <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>vercome. The ſword-player holdeth it a great indignity <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap> bee matched with his inferiour, as knowing it can bee <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>o glory to him to ſubdue that man, who is vanquiſht without danger.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="10" type="part">
               <head>Preſſe occaſion.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>i.</speaker>
                  <l>What means this <hi>Ann?</hi> thinkſt thou me mad, that I</l>
                  <l>What my heart thinks ſhould with my tongue deny?</l>
                  <l>Paſt loves, in vaine ſhe ſtudieth to recall,</l>
                  <l>Who to her friend hath ſhewed no grace at all,</l>
                  <l>Whilſt golden <hi>Venus</hi> with a cheerefull face</l>
                  <l>Smiles on our acts, let's loſe nor time nor place.</l>
                  <l>The wary <hi>Oſpray</hi> whilſt the fiſhes play</l>
                  <l>Above the wave, ſtoopes downe to ceaſe her prey.</l>
                  <l>That Bird for our example is we knowe,</l>
                  <l>Who ſlips no time, parts conquerour from his foe.</l>
                  <l>Catch at occaſions, looke e're he paſſe by thee,</l>
                  <l>Let him eſcape, and <hi>Venus</hi> too will flie thee.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>If in the very moment of occaſion the opportunity <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ere of by thy delay or negligence thou haſt o'reſlipt, in <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ne it is to complaine upon it being paſt.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Liv.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="11" type="part">
               <head>The honour of virginity periſheth in the laſting</head>
               <l>While th'envious Roſe, wrapt in new leaves we find,</l>
               <l>She hides her beauty in a thorny rinde.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="210" facs="tcp:4265:113"/>
Forbeare your hand (boyes) for their pricks are found</l>
               <l>Nor can you crop the bud without a wound.</l>
               <l>But ſtay the time, the flower it ſelfe will ſpred,</l>
               <l>But if not gathered then, the leaves will ſhed.</l>
               <l>Sweet are young maides to lovers in their prime,</l>
               <l>And pleaſant love rejoyceth in that time.</l>
               <l>She that is long a maid, ſcarce ſuch appeares,</l>
               <l>Virginity ſtill waſteth with her yeares.</l>
               <l>Let <hi>Cupid</hi> have our vigor, and youths fire,</l>
               <l>Maides young deny, what old, they moſt deſire.</l>
               <p>
                  <q>Standing ſtreames gather mud, but running rive<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> are freſh and ſweet.</q>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <q>Such as reſiſt love, muſt either have no braine, or <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> eyes.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Protogenes.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <q>Ambition and love are impatient of delay: li<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> gring growes loathſome where neceſſity craves haſ<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Quintilian.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="12" type="part">
               <head>No prize if not provok't.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>A deeper Sea I now perforce muſt ſaile,</l>
                  <l>And lay my ſheats ope to a freer gale.</l>
                  <l>Such as the ſubtle traines of love would fly,</l>
                  <l>Let them upon this embleme caſt their eye.</l>
                  <l>Thou ſeeſt that net which hangeth in the glade,</l>
                  <l>A traine for Woodcocks by the Fowler made;</l>
                  <l>He doth not touch the ſtrings, but remote ſtands,</l>
                  <l>Whilſt her owne weight compels her into bands.</l>
                  <l>If took or not, the traveller ſcarce knowes,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe the net inforc't about her flowes.</l>
                  <l>Virgins beware by this, if tooke at all,</l>
                  <l>Catch not thy ſelfe, but by thy ſuiter fall.</l>
                  <l>Draw not upon thy ſelfe that ſubtle frame,</l>
                  <l>So ſhalt thou make the Fowler his owne game.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>Many virgins at their contractings rather com<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> then ſpeake, eſpecially if their parents bee then preſence, leſt they ſhould appeare to deſire a husb<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="3 letters">
                     <desc>•••</desc>
                  </gap> which in maids is not ſeemely, and <hi>Baldus</hi> obſerves,
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it is ingrafted in the nature of women to bee ſilent, eſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pecially at the time when there is a treaty of their mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riage; moreover it is a great ſigne of virginall modeſty, to bluſh when marriage is but named: according with that of the Poet.</p>
               <q>
                  <l>Quale coloratum <ref target="#S13368.NOTE10.E">Tithoni</ref> conjuge Coelum</l>
                  <l>Subrubet, aut ſponſo viſa puella novo.</l>
               </q>
               <l>Like to the coloured Heaven, by' the morning dyde,</l>
               <l>Or bluſhing maide by her new husband ſpyde.</l>
            </div>
            <div n="13" type="part">
               <head>It lights, but leads not.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>If to more proper rules a minde thou haſt,</l>
                  <l>Take theſe: and more, Ile not allow thee chaſt.</l>
                  <l>On the vaſt Seas the Beacon doth diſplay</l>
                  <l>Its light: directing ſhips their ſafeſt way.</l>
                  <l>The flame doth ſhow the harbour to be neare,</l>
                  <l>Yet doth not helpe the Mariner to ſteare:</l>
                  <l>'Tis they muſt guide the Sayles, and ply the Oare,</l>
                  <l>Save light from it, they can expect no more.</l>
                  <l>If thy face, ſpeake thee not of <hi>Cynthias</hi> traine,</l>
                  <l>And thou the Veſtals modeſt dreſſe diſdaine:</l>
                  <l>Thou onely on the ſhore, to light them, ſtand,</l>
                  <l>But let the Sayler labour how to land.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>It much behoveth a virgin to be very circumſpect in caſes of matrimony, that for the honour of her ſex, ſhe neither ſeeme to offer her ſelfe, or to doe any thing a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gainſt modeſty: leſt it happen unto her, as (wee read) it did to <hi>Icaſin</hi> a noble and learned virgin, who when ſhe became ſo gracious in the eyes of <hi>Theophilus</hi> Emperour of <hi>Conſtantinople,</hi> that he ſeemed to offer her a golden apple as a pledge of nuptiall faith and contract: She was tax<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed for her too ready anſwer and acception thereof, and for griefe of mind confinde her ſelfe into a Monaſtery.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Cypri.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="14" type="part">
               <head>No play without ſome pray.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phi.</speaker>
                  <l>If it be harmefull then for maides to woo,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="212" facs="tcp:4265:114"/>
What we are bar'd may not our Fathers doe?</l>
                  <l>Truſt me, to tardy louers ſport it lends,</l>
                  <l>And love hath often growne from bare commends.</l>
                  <l>The Latian King would needs <hi>Aeneas</hi> draw,</l>
                  <l>To take his daughter, whom (before he ſaw)</l>
                  <l>The Trojan lov'd: but fathers that are wiſe</l>
                  <l>With better art theſe contracts may diſguiſe.</l>
                  <l>More private ſlights there are: by agents, beſt</l>
                  <l>Where many are, ſtill one may helpe the reſt.</l>
                  <l>By Birds, the Fowler to his net, birds drew,</l>
                  <l>Yet in the act, ſeem'd as he nothing knew.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>Parents of old made proffer of their Daughters to Husbands before they ſought after them, neither did they imagine in that to have done any thing uncomly or undecent. Wee read in the firſt of Kings, chapter eighteenth, <hi>Saul</hi> offred his Daughter unto <hi>David Homer</hi> reports that <hi>Alcinous</hi> did the like to <hi>Vlyſſes. Virgil</hi> that <hi>Latinus</hi> did the ſame to <hi>Aeneas: Terence,</hi> that <hi>Chreme<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </hi> did it to <hi>Pamphilus. Herodotus,</hi> that it was done by <hi>Mega<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cles</hi> to <hi>Piſiſtratus,</hi> and <hi>Zonoras</hi> and others, that <hi>Darius</hi> did as much to <hi>Alexander, &amp;c.</hi>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="15" type="part">
               <head>Try ere you truſt.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>Wary's thine art, but not from danger ſure,</l>
                  <l>For doſt thou thinke that craft can be ſecure?</l>
                  <l>Wretch th'art deceiv'd. We live in corrupt times,</l>
                  <l>Nor can craft long conceale her ſubtile crimes.</l>
                  <l>Adde that the profferd bride few humors fits,</l>
                  <l>As fearing there be baites laid in their bits.</l>
                  <l>Whilſt aged <hi>Priam</hi> to <hi>Achilles</hi> ſues</l>
                  <l>To take his child, he doth the match refuſe.</l>
                  <l>Let Fathers pauſe untill their minds they know,</l>
                  <l>and whether they be well diſpos'd or no.</l>
                  <l>The Foxe his eare unto the Ice doth lay</l>
                  <l>E're venter on; if heare them crack, hee'l ſtay.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>Whilſt <hi>Darius</hi> to <hi>Alexander, Priamus</hi> to <hi>Achilles <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> Alcinous</hi> to <hi>Ulyſſes,</hi> without due circumſpection made
<pb n="213" facs="tcp:4265:114"/>
offer of their daughters, they were altogether fruſtrate in their hopes and expectations, therefore the wiſer are of opinion: that nothing ought to be profferd, which hath not before beene proved.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="16" type="part">
               <head>Too much light dimmes the ſight.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>Concerning <hi>Habit,</hi> which in Love's not leaſt,</l>
                  <l>Receive theſe few rules fit to be impreſt.</l>
                  <l>Coſt (within compaſſe) doth the young man taſte,</l>
                  <l>Neatneſſe beſt pleaſeth love, where there's no waſte.</l>
                  <l>When once thy virgins habit is laid by,</l>
                  <l>And th'art a wife, thy gifts will then grow high.</l>
                  <l>If thou (before) in princely jemmes ſhalt ſhine,</l>
                  <l>He'l ſay; my gifts are ſleight, ſhee needs not mine.</l>
                  <l>Rich veſture I have ſeene Lovers to'affright,</l>
                  <l>Youth ſtarts at Iewels when they ſhine too bright,</l>
                  <l>Much oyle chokes lampes. The Lyſard when he lies</l>
                  <l>Too open to the hot Sunne, faints and dies.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>A cleanlineſſe is to bee uſed by women, neither deſpiſed, nor too exquiſit, onely let it avoid clowniſh and ſordid negligence.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Cicero.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <q>She that hath too much care over her attire, ſheweth ſhe hath little regard of her vertue.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Cato Cenſ.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
               <p>Husbandmen praiſe beſt thoſe eares of corne which bow down, and make the ſtalk crooked, more then ſuch as grow ſtraight and up right, as being aſſured to find more grain in the one than in the other. Humblenes in heart &amp; habit, is both pleaſing to God, and acceptable with man.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="17" type="part">
               <head>Cheekes oft painted, are ſoone tainted.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>A grave man ſupping with my Father ſaid,</l>
                  <l>(What in my breſt, I ever ſince have laid)</l>
                  <l>Then Peach trees (when they flower) nothing more faire,</l>
                  <l>And none more ſordid when their bowes are bare.</l>
                  <l>That wife growes often loathſome by neglect,</l>
                  <l>Who (yet a Maid) her ſelfe too nicely deckt.</l>
                  <l>How comes this too much liberty of dreſſe?</l>
                  <l>When a whole day is ſpent in't (and no leſſe)</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="214" facs="tcp:4265:115"/>
Too curious trimming maides hath oft miſ-led,</l>
                  <l>Nor did it ever ſuite the marriage bed.</l>
                  <l>It oft falls out, ſuch as moſt leaſure find,</l>
                  <l>To paint their cheekes, their husbands do not mind:</l>
                  <l>But from all ages, this a maxime was,</l>
                  <l>None loves her diſtaffe, who admires her glaſſe.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>Let not thy habit be too rich nor too baſe, make it neither for admiration, nor contempt; their ornament is cald womanly neatneſſe, by which is meant modeſt hand<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſomneſſe, free from curioſity or coſt: and <hi>Vives</hi> in the ſame place proceeds thus: in thy garments it is injoyned thee that they be not over niſe or precious, but without ſpot or ſtaine. For I cannot imagine how much the purity of the mind rejoyceth at the matronlike neatneſſe of the body.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="18" type="part">
               <head>Fire from Froſt.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>But ſay the reine be given up to thine hands,</l>
                  <l>And the ſad ſuiter at thy mercy ſtands;</l>
                  <l>Though burne within, perſwade him thou doſt freeze</l>
                  <l>For ſtill to ſmile, will much advantage leeſe.</l>
                  <l>The Sunne ſhines cleareſt breaking from a cloud,</l>
                  <l>Sweet is the North-wind when it breaths not lowd.</l>
                  <l>Heat flies, love bates, and ſuiters weary grow,</l>
                  <l>When the fond Girle doth too much favour ſhow.</l>
                  <l>Water doth make the lime-chalk ſcortch with heat,</l>
                  <l>And the Smiths flame by water grows more great.</l>
                  <l>Learne to ſay nay, love heightens by deniall,</l>
                  <l>And hath through wounds and difficult things beſt triall</l>
                  <l>Better the Bee on flowers doth feed,</l>
                  <l>Having firſt taſted on a weed.</l>
                  <l>The ſtarres of greater luſtre ſhow,</l>
                  <l>After the North-wind leaves to blow.</l>
                  <l>When <hi>Lucifer</hi> hath chac't hence night,</l>
                  <l>The bluſhing morning ſhowes more bright. <hi>Boeth.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>It may be called a diſeaſe rather than mirth, ever to ſmile on them who alwaies laugh at thee, or to frame the countenance unto every mans humour.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Seneca.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="19" type="part">
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               <head>
                  <l>The light to keepe,</l>
                  <l>ſnuffe not too deepe.</l>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Ph.</speaker>
                  <l>Too ſtrict thy rules are, golden <hi>Venus</hi> cries,</l>
                  <l>To no ſuch lawes ſhe tender virgins ties.</l>
                  <l>If like the Sabines we contract the brow,</l>
                  <l>Give them bad words, uſe them we care not how;</l>
                  <l>We ſhall our loves make weary of their lives,</l>
                  <l>As farre more fit to be made Souldiers wives.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Cupid</hi> inur'd to lie ſoft and ſecure</l>
                  <l>In <hi>Venus</hi> ſhades, no hardneſſe can endure.</l>
                  <l>Say, brittle be his ſhafts, that their points turne,</l>
                  <l>Flaſhie his fire, and cannot ever burne.</l>
                  <l>To cleare the taper, if you ſnuffe too deepe,</l>
                  <l>Out goes the lighr, i'th darke you may goe ſleepe.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>When one churneth milke he bringeth forth butter: and hee that wringeth his noſe cauſeth bloud to come out: ſo he that forceth wrath bringeth forth ſtrife.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Pro.</hi> 30.</bibl>
               </p>
               <l>Thy ſecure paſtime ſhould be mixt with feare,</l>
               <l>Or elſe thy favours he'l not hold ſo deare.</l>
            </div>
            <div n="20" type="part">
               <head>Paſſions too high, will ſpeaking lie.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>If chide; 'tis nothing, there's no danger, know:</l>
                  <l>(I ſpeake ſtrange things) love doth by brauling grow:</l>
                  <l>He firſt retyres and muſt goe back ſome ſtep,</l>
                  <l>Who hath a mind to make the ſtronger leap.</l>
                  <l>The further <hi>Cupid</hi> drawes his elbow back,</l>
                  <l>He deeper ſtrikes, and makes the greater wrack.</l>
                  <l>Warre begets peace, jarre to atonement tends,</l>
                  <l>Thus <hi>Mars</hi> and <hi>Venus</hi> quarreld, and were friends.</l>
                  <l>Adde this: his wrath up to the height to wind,</l>
                  <l>To ſearch what gall thou in his breaſt canſt find.</l>
                  <l>Anger will lay his heart wide ope, and bare,</l>
                  <l>In rage, (for men to hide their thoughts) 'tis rare.</l>
               </sp>
               <q>
                  <l>Thoſe Doves, who late, each other ſought to wound,</l>
                  <l>Now joyne their bills with murmure and ſweet ſound.</l>
               </q>
               <bibl>
                  <hi>Ovid.</hi>
               </bibl>
            </div>
            <div n="21" type="part">
               <head>Lovers ſtray, where there's no way.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Court, kiſſe, drinke deepe, ſtrow roſes when you meet,</l>
                  <l>And let your banquets be of junkets ſweet.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="216" facs="tcp:4265:116"/>
In little, little ſpace, unhappy thou,</l>
                  <l>With a ſad ſoule beneath his feet ſhalt bow.</l>
                  <l>The beane-ſtalke by a ſlender wand doth clime,</l>
                  <l>Shooting his head up to the ayre in time.</l>
                  <l>The top it aimes at, having reacht unto't,</l>
                  <l>He bowes his wanton head downe to the root.</l>
                  <l>Lovers raſh heat unto the utmoſt aimes,</l>
                  <l>And though thou grant it much, yet more it claimes.</l>
                  <l>Give all; 'tis not enough, unleſſe thou grant</l>
                  <l>(Of what hee hath) He to his friend may vaunt.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>This alſo is to bee admoniſhed them, that virgins ſmile not on all ſuch as laugh upon them: which indeed is not ſeene in any but ſuch as are rather immodeſt on madde, ſhee ought not alſo to ſuffer her ſelfe to bee tug<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ged or over want only toucht, but rather to ſhunne the place, or forbeare the company. If ſhee cannot otherwiſe avoide it.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Vives.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="22" type="part">
               <head>They care nor feare, For what they ſweare.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>Let neither promiſe, nor complaint perſwade,</l>
                  <l>Nor his laments thy tender breſt invade.</l>
                  <l>Seeſt thou that Reed, which when the North winde blowes</l>
                  <l>Bowes downe it's head, and like a ſuppliant ſhowes;</l>
                  <l>But the guſt paſt, it growes ſtraight as a line,</l>
                  <l>And of the former ſtorme remaines no ſigne.</l>
                  <l>The Bee makes honey till his ſting be gone,</l>
                  <l>But that once loſt, he ſoone becomes a Drone.</l>
                  <l>The ſutor ſues, and ſeekes, and gives good words,</l>
                  <l>Whilſt ſhe ſtands off, and no kind grace affoords:</l>
                  <l>But with contempt and ſcoffing he'l retire,</l>
                  <l>When he hath once obtain'd his wiſht deſire.</l>
                  <l>Raſh oathes by raging lovers uttered, bind</l>
                  <l>Like words inſcrib'd on water, or in wind.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>Hot love groweth ſoone cold; and faith plighted with feigned vowes as it is tyed without conſcience, ſo for the moſt part it is broken without care.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="23" type="part">
               <pb n="217" facs="tcp:4265:116"/>
               <head>
                  <l>Touch it with ſalt,</l>
                  <l>it turnes to nothing.</l>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>That thy prime age, thou without ſtaine mayſt weare,</l>
                  <l>See thou to no obſcene talke lend thine eare,</l>
                  <l>When wanton youth 'gainſt modeſty makes warre</l>
                  <l>To make it captive, ſuch their weapons are.</l>
                  <l>Therefore, if any with a bluſhleſſe face,</l>
                  <l>And talke uncomely, preſſe into the place;</l>
                  <l>Grace nothing, but a brow cenſorious take</l>
                  <l>And anſwer him, as if ſome Matron ſpake.</l>
                  <l>Obſerve the ſnaile, on which if ſalt you caſt,</l>
                  <l>To water firſt it turnes, to naught at laſt.</l>
                  <l>Let but thy words into lowd thunder breake,</l>
                  <l>And inſtantly, hee'l have no word to ſpeake.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>
                     <hi>Poſthumia</hi> the veſtall, becauſe ſhee was free in laugh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter, and more liberall in diſcourſe with men, then be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>came her order, was cald in queſtion about inceſt: but being acquitted of that crime by <hi>Spurius Minutius,</hi> then High Prieſt or <hi>Flamin,</hi> he admoniſhed her that thence<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>forward ſhee ſhould conforme her language to her life.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Plutarch.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <q>As the North-wind driveth away the raine, ſo doth an angry countenance, the ſlandering tongue.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Prov.</hi> 25. 23.</bibl>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="24" type="part">
               <head>There's much danger, to truſt a ſtranger.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phi.</speaker>
                  <l>To marry, in my thoughts much better were,</l>
                  <l>It ſtrengthens baſhfull ſhame, preventing feare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>But light and haſty will, doth fraud provoke,</l>
                  <l>Who eates with too much ſpeed may hap to choake.</l>
                  <l>When <hi>Palamedes</hi> birds the ruſticks take,</l>
                  <l>They ſnares of paper, daub'd with birdlime, make.</l>
                  <l>The meate the fowle loves, in the midſt is plac't,</l>
                  <l>Which whilſt the hungry bird deſires to taſte,</l>
                  <l>The ſlimy paper blinding both her eyes,</l>
                  <l>She now a pray before the fowler lies.</l>
                  <l>Moſt juſtly they the Cities ſcorne are made,</l>
                  <l>Who will be caught, yet ſee the traine that's laid.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>The way to marriage is doubtfull and double, the one
<pb n="218" facs="tcp:4265:117"/>
leadeth to miſery, the other to happineſſe: therefore be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore thou giveſt thy ſelfe into that way, it behoveth thee to be of that ſolicitous deliberation which is reported of <hi>Hercules</hi> travelling where two wayes met: for if once in marriage, it hath hapned unto thee ill, there is no art by which thou canſt correct it; for thou art falne into the number of thoſe, of whom the proverb ſpeakes, <hi>Hee deſerveth no pitty, that chuſeth to doe twice amiſſe.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>It is more honeſt after thou haſt once determined, to love, rather than begin to determin when thou haſt loved</p>
            </div>
            <div n="25" type="part">
               <head>Sometimes faire words, wound worſe than ſwords.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>If any one unworthy ſeeke thy bed,</l>
                  <l>From thy chaſte houſe let him be baniſhed:</l>
                  <l>Admit him not, ſo much as to be jeer'd,</l>
                  <l>Some ſcoft at firſt, have after prov'd indeer'd.</l>
                  <l>If he have any wit at all, he'l ſhow it,</l>
                  <l>And prove in ſundry ſtraines to let thee know it,</l>
                  <l>Imbracing firſt, ſtrive a forc't kiſſe to win,</l>
                  <l>Such kiſſes have to virgins fatall beene.</l>
                  <l>So by degrees into thy breſt love ſteales</l>
                  <l>And wanders round, but his ſoft ſteps conceales;</l>
                  <l>Whilſt Fowlers play upon their pipes, and ſing,</l>
                  <l>Th'unwary fowle into their nets they bring.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>Wonder not that thou art deceived by him that ſpeakes thee faire and flatters thee, but rather wonder how thou haſt eſcaped from not being deceived by him <hi>Demoſthenes.</hi>
               </p>
               <q>
                  <l>Sic avidis fallax indulget piſcibus Hamus,</l>
                  <l>Callida ſic ſtultas decipit eſca feras.</l>
                  <l>So the deceitfull hooke the fiſh betrayes,</l>
                  <l>So beaſts, by crafty baits, a thouſand wayes.</l>
               </q>
            </div>
            <div n="26" type="part">
               <head>Spare for no cost, where nothing's loſt</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phi.</speaker>
                  <l>To imbrace, or kiſſe, why ſhould a maid deny?</l>
                  <l>Since neither ſhame, nor fame we loſe thereby.</l>
                  <l>Who can beleeve a ſoft kiſſe can ecclipſe</l>
                  <l>Our honor, comming from a young mans lips.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="219" facs="tcp:4265:117"/>
The Bee the violet kiſt, and the Sunnes flower,</l>
                  <l>And laden with ſweet juice, hies to her bower,</l>
                  <l>Yet neither one nor other is ſince dride,</l>
                  <l>But both ſtill flouriſh in their wonted pride.</l>
                  <l>What with compulſive ſtrength the young man tooke,</l>
                  <l>The maide wipes off, and keepes her former looke.</l>
                  <l>If it be lawfull light from light to take,</l>
                  <l>Why ſhould we maides to kiſſe, ſuch ſcruple make?</l>
                  <l>Why ſwelſt thou Satyriſt, kiſſes are vaine,</l>
                  <l>And thine owne ſpit will waſh them off againe. <hi>Ex Gr, Ep.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <q>True honour is ſo pure, It will no touch indure.</q>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>Kiſſes, ſoft gripes, and blandiſhing perſwades,</l>
                  <l>From amorous ſutors; harme not thoſe young maides.</l>
                  <l>No Poet (howſoever his vaine pleaſe)</l>
                  <l>Shall ſway me; but there's poiſon in all theſe.</l>
                  <l>Touch not the purple grape: for then 'tis ripe,</l>
                  <l>And that pure colour cannot brooke the gripe.</l>
                  <l>'Tis freſh, now the Vines grace, and hath affinity</l>
                  <l>Vnto the <hi>Genius</hi> of untoucht virginity;</l>
                  <l>Shun them, they have ſweet poiſon mixt among:</l>
                  <l>The lip but toucht, doth weare the impreſſe long:</l>
                  <l>For waſh thy face a thouſand times, the ſinne</l>
                  <l>Thou canſt not wipe thence, for that lies within.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>Nothing is more tender than the fame and reputa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion of women, or more ſubject to injury: in ſo much that it may be properly ſaid to hang by the ſmall thread of a Spider.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Vives.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <q>No Father can have too great a care of preſerving his daughters chaſtity.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Plaut, in Epidic.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="27" type="part">
               <head>Once ſham'd, ever blam'd.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Not ſinne alone, but what may ſuch appeare,</l>
                  <l>If thou beeſt wiſe (maide) ſtuddy to forbeare,</l>
                  <l>Tis not enough, thine acts are free from blame,</l>
                  <l>Since thou (meanetime) maiſt ſuffer in thy fame.</l>
                  <l>If the Nuts-ſhels, thou ſhalt aſunder draw,</l>
                  <l>Doe what thou canſt, there wil remaine the flaw.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="220" facs="tcp:4265:118"/>
Thy fame once toucht, bee thy mind ne're ſo pure,</l>
                  <l>Yet ſcandall ſhall thy chaſtity indure.</l>
                  <l>Though thou the ruine ſtudieſt to repaire,</l>
                  <l>Thou canſt not make it good with all thy care.</l>
                  <l>How-ever joyne the ſhells, the breach is ſeene,</l>
                  <l>Though hide thy wounds, yet will they ſtill be greene</l>
                  <l>Her modeſty once blam'd,</l>
                  <l>She is for ever ſham'd.</l>
               </sp>
               <q>
                  <l>Remember ſtill thy fame to cheriſh,</l>
                  <l>That loſt, thy ſelfe doth likewiſe periſh.</l>
               </q>
               <bibl>
                  <hi>Ovid.</hi>
               </bibl>
               <p>
                  <q>It behoveth the chaſt one, not onely to abſtain from crime, but alſo to avoyd the ſordid aſperſion o<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> blame.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Dion.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="28" type="part">
               <head>His ſlave ſhee lives, to whom ſhe gives.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>Bee't then the virgins care and labour ſtill,</l>
                  <l>That of her carriage, no tongue can ſpeake ill.</l>
                  <l>Heare me with patience and Ile teach thee then,</l>
                  <l>What dangerous rocks t' avoide, both where &amp; when</l>
                  <l>Part to thy Love with nothing that thou haſte,</l>
                  <l>Farre be free hands to virgins that are chaſte.</l>
                  <l>If give but trifles, hee'l for greater looke:</l>
                  <l>Part hath beene offerd, when the whole was tooke.</l>
                  <l>Beſides, thy gifts to every one hee'l ſhow,</l>
                  <l>Speaking them thine, to all whom he doth know.</l>
                  <l>Fat ſpilt in frying, makes the flame ſo great,</l>
                  <l>That it both waſts it ſelfe, and ſpoiles the meat.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>Let the woman give nothing to the man: for who ſoever ſhe bee that preſents a gift, proſtrateth her ſelfe</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Vives.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <q>And there may bee reaſon rendred, that whoſoever gives may bee thought to inſinuate himſelfe into the mans favour to whom hee giveth; alluding to that a</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Martial.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
               <q>
                  <l>Thou ſent'ſt me preſents, oh but why?</l>
                  <l>Becauſe with thee I ſhould comply.</l>
               </q>
            </div>
            <div n="29" type="part">
               <pb n="221" facs="tcp:4265:118"/>
               <head>
                  <l>All things by Gold,</l>
                  <l>are bought and ſold.</l>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>Give not ſaid I? <hi>Now,</hi> doe not take, I ſay,</l>
                  <l>Gripple we are, gifts will our ſexe betray:</l>
                  <l>They weaken us: ſhe that hath long out-held</l>
                  <l>(A gift receiv'd) to yeeld hath beene compeld.</l>
                  <l>The baſer coyne they to the Seas commend,</l>
                  <l>But the choiſe Gold, to the white boſome ſend.</l>
                  <l>Where ſteele can force no entrance, Gold is free,</l>
                  <l>Let <hi>Danaes</hi> brazen Tower witneſſe for mee.</l>
                  <l>Then Steele give place, to Gold thy ſtrength reſigne,</l>
                  <l>(Woe me) that choller, hath a power divine.</l>
                  <l>By Iron ſome few; Their number, who by Gold</l>
                  <l>Have beene made proſtrate: never can be told.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>There is nothing ſo ſacred which is not to bee viola<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ed and prophaned, nothing ſo defenced, which is not to be ſcaled, and entred by money.</q> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Cicero.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </p>
               <q>
                  <l>Gods, Chaſtity, and Faith have faild,</l>
                  <l>Gold onely, over them prevaild.</l>
                  <l>Receive no gifts, (a hooke lies in the meate)</l>
                  <l>None but have birdlime, and their poiſon's great.</l>
               </q>
               <bibl>
                  <hi>M. Verinus.</hi>
               </bibl>
            </div>
            <div n="30" type="part">
               <head>
                  <l>Truſt none in the giving vaine;</l>
                  <l>Lovers give not but to gaine.</l>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Bee't then thy care, (if care thou haſt to ſtand</l>
                  <l>Vpright) from Lovers gifts to keepe thine hand.</l>
                  <l>Seeſt thou Love painted naked in all drafts</l>
                  <l>With quiver onely, and ſome few ſmall ſhafts?</l>
                  <l>He weares no pocket, but hates all their tribe,</l>
                  <l>Who in Loves free converſe expect a bribe.</l>
                  <l>Can Diamond, Iemme, or golden chaine beguile</l>
                  <l>Thy modeſty ſo farre; to become vile?</l>
                  <l>The gaping Oyſter, intertaining ſtones,</l>
                  <l>By'th Crab injected, is diſpoild at once.</l>
                  <l>Once guilty of a gift [if put to triall)</l>
                  <l>Thou haſt not power to make the leaſt denyall.</l>
               </sp>
               <q>
                  <p>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>o receive a gift, is to ſell thy liberty. <bibl>
                        <hi>Seneca.</hi>
                     </bibl>
                  </p>
               </q>
            </div>
            <div n="31" type="part">
               <pb n="222" facs="tcp:4265:119"/>
               <head>
                  <l>Often by too much play,</l>
                  <l>Virgins themſelves betray.</l>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An</speaker>
                  <l>Now trifles I injoyne, and I confeſſe</l>
                  <l>They 're ſuch, yet worthy to be read, <hi>(no leſſe)</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>To tumble on the graſſe, urge them to try</l>
                  <l>Maiſtries: Theſe fit for chaſte ones I deny.</l>
                  <l>A Bee's hid in the flower, a maide doth come,</l>
                  <l>To crop it 'tweene her finger and her thum.</l>
                  <l>No ſtayes, no reſt, her tender fleſh it ſtings,</l>
                  <l>It ſmarts, it ſwels, ſhe cryes, her hands ſhe wrings,</l>
                  <l>And ſaith, why Bee, thus ſeek'ſt thou me to kill,</l>
                  <l>I came to ſport, and purpos'd thee no ill.</l>
                  <l>When maides with youngmen try, they doe not we</l>
                  <l>But oft catch ſtings, which make their fleſh to ſwell.</l>
                  <p>
                     <q>Sporting hath beene the occaſion of many evils, we may read. <bibl>
                           <hi>Horace.</hi>
                        </bibl>
                     </q>
                  </p>
                  <l>Sport hath begot both ſudden ſtrife and rage,</l>
                  <l>Anger, contention, warre, commixt with ſtrage.</l>
                  <p>In paſtime &amp; ſport, womens breſts are eaſily diſcovere according with that of the Poet.</p>
                  <l>We are careleſſe then of what we doe or ſay,</l>
                  <l>Our very mindes lie open in our play.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
            <div n="32" type="part">
               <head>Moſt hold ſuch bad, as love to gad.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>In all things <hi>Ovids</hi> booke I cannot praiſe,</l>
                  <l>For he allowes the virgins foot that ſtrayes,</l>
                  <l>He doth adviſe the Romane girles to meet</l>
                  <l>In I heatres, and gad about the ſtreet,</l>
                  <l>In my opinion, he amiſſe perſwades,</l>
                  <l>If I be judge; it is no worke for maides.</l>
                  <l>In ſtreets luſt rageth, there thou canſt not be</l>
                  <l>Safe; then keepe home, that's the beſt place for th<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>The ſheepe that through the briers and thornes do<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ſtr<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>Much of his wooll, oft loſeth by the way:</l>
                  <l>Neither can ſhe her modeſty keepe long,</l>
                  <l>Who much frequents the *<hi>Dionaean</hi> throng.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>The ornament of women is to flouriſh in hon<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> and elegancy of manners: and for the moſt pa<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>
                     <pb n="223" facs="tcp:4265:119"/>
keepe within at home: to preſcribe limits to her lips, eyes, and cheekes, and not often to put her foot over her owne threſhold. <bibl>
                        <hi>Greg. Nazian.</hi>
                     </bibl>
                  </q>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="33" type="part">
               <head>
                  <l>There's danger, ſtrictly to confine</l>
                  <l>Either young wenches, or new wine.</l>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phi.</speaker>
                  <l>Muſt we be then in laſting darkneſſe tyde,</l>
                  <l>As in cloſe houſes ever to abide?</l>
                  <l>Is it enough that we a miſtreſſe feare,</l>
                  <l>And from her teaſty fingers blowes oft beare?</l>
                  <l>Our mind's now ſtronger grown, love bids us play,</l>
                  <l>And of the City take a free ſurveigh.</l>
                  <l>Locks cannot let, <hi>Venus</hi> ſets wide the dore,</l>
                  <l>When lovers entrance to clos'd maides implore:</l>
                  <l>Love hates all durance, he was ever free,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Bacchus</hi> too delights in liberty,</l>
                  <l>New wine: young maides: by too ſtrict keeping ſtill,</l>
                  <l>Hazard the caske, and houſe: Both apt to ſpill.</l>
               </sp>
               <q>
                  <l>No woman can be reſtrain'd againſt her will.</l>
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Lib. Amor.</hi> 3.</bibl>
               </q>
               <q>
                  <l>That which is moſt kept from us, moſt we crave,</l>
                  <l>The prey calls theeves, few love what they can have.</l> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Id.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </q>
               <q>
                  <l>Such as have leave to ſinne, commit leaſt ill,</l>
                  <l>The power to offend, oft takes away the will.</l> 
                  <bibl>
                     <hi>Id.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </q>
               <p>That leſſe pleaſeth us to which wee are moſt per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſwaded: that rather wee deſire from which wee are moſt diſſwaded.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="34" type="part">
               <head>
                  <l>There can bee given no ſtrong ſecurity,</l>
                  <l>For Maiden heads in their nativity.</l>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phi.</speaker>
                  <l>Maides, if you looke to roſt your Cheſtnuts well,</l>
                  <l>Obſerve firſt with a knife to wound the ſhell:</l>
                  <l>If with unbroken skin it touch the fire,</l>
                  <l>'Twill break in pieces, and with noiſe retire.</l>
                  <l>Who to chaſte love ſhall make her breſt obdure,</l>
                  <l>From <hi>Venus,</hi> oh what panges ſhall ſhe procure?</l>
                  <l>She burnes, nor can her youth take leaſt content,</l>
                  <l>That's cloiſtred, and at home in priſon pent.</l>
                  <l>The bridle once tooke off, ſhe growes untame,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="224" facs="tcp:4265:120"/>
And then, with greater fury burnes her flame.</l>
                  <l>Some I have ſeene at lawfull love repine,</l>
                  <l>And after, madly to baſe luſt incline.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>Dangerous is the cuſtody of a virginity, and moſt difficultly is ſhe to be reſtraind, to whom 'the yoke of virginity is impoſed. <hi>Egn.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>That which <hi>Tacitus</hi> ſpake of the plebe or multitude, may not unfitly be conſtrued upon young virgins, <hi>vid.</hi> They are altogether impatient of meere ſervitude, or abſolute liberty.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="35" type="part">
               <head>
                  <l>To free thy ſelfe from danger cleane,</l>
                  <l>Shun the extremes, and keepe the meane.</l>
               </head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>I doe not priſons on young Maides conferre,</l>
                  <l>Onely would curbe their feet leſt they ſhould erre.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phi.</speaker>
                  <l>You charg'd me to no ſutor lend an eare,</l>
                  <l>What Husband ſhal I have then? let me heare.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>Marry one grave, of maſculine vertue, who</l>
                  <l>No looſe veneriall ſports is pleas'd to know,</l>
                  <l>On whom <hi>Apollo</hi> ſmiles, <hi>Themis</hi> doth grace,</l>
                  <l>He will direct thy path, ſecure thy place.</l>
                  <l>If rude (thy ſelfe) one ruder thou ſhalt try,</l>
                  <l>Neither the nuptiall office can ſupply.</l>
                  <l>Ioyne two unlighted Tapers without flame,</l>
                  <l>(How ſo thou wilt,) the darkneſſe is the ſame.</l>
                  <p>What profiteth it thee to grate one tooth againſt another. <hi>Martial.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <q>
                     <l>Young Maides fancies are inclind,</l>
                     <l>To'affect the ſhape, neglect the mind.</l>
                  </q>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Phi.</speaker>
                  <l>Wouldſt have a maide to take into her bed,</l>
                  <l>A Sophiſt of ſterne brow, like <hi>Cato</hi> bred,</l>
                  <l>Whom, courts by day; by night, his bookes afflict,</l>
                  <l>In curtaine buſineſſe, will not he be ſtrict?</l>
                  <l>Whilſt he his clients cauſe doth onely mind,</l>
                  <l>Small right (alas) the bed is like to finde.</l>
                  <l>The gowne the loadſtones braine hath, hard things drawes,</l>
                  <l>But in ſoft amours cannot plead a cauſe.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="225" facs="tcp:4265:120"/>
Lawes not of <note n="*" place="margin">Benſhes of judgement.</note> 
                     <hi>Benſhes,</hi> but the bed I love</l>
                  <l>The auſteere brow I have no will to prove.</l>
                  <l>Give me the man that's deepely read in kiſſes,</l>
                  <l>And ſure my love aimes at no further bliſſes.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>Let us remember that the ſexe in its owne nature is weake, as not in body, ſo neither in minde being able to under goe things ſerious and weighty, therefore we muſt allow them retirement, and relaxation from their cares, and give them ſome liberty of ſporting, and telling tales amongſt their friends and neighbours: provided, no cu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rioſity be uſed, &amp;c. <bibl>
                        <hi>Vives.</hi>
                     </bibl>
                  </q>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="36" type="part">
               <head>Merry Suiters, make mad Husbands.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>What madneſſe is't of kiſſing thus to prate,</l>
                  <l>When thou a ſacred bed ſhouldſt intimate?</l>
                  <l>Leave luſts to <hi>Venus,</hi> Husbands are a treaſure,</l>
                  <l>And holy <hi>Hymen</hi> hates the name of pleaſure.</l>
                  <l>No groome or ſquire of <hi>Venus</hi> can be fit</l>
                  <l>To take a houſes charge and mannage it.</l>
                  <l>Theſe <note n="*" place="margin">The Sun of the mor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning.</note> 
                     <hi>Memnons</hi> ſtatue follow (in their ſuite)</l>
                  <l>Who when the Sun ſhines, clamor, elſe are mute.</l>
                  <l>Whilſt thy choiſe <note n="*" place="margin">He was ſlaine at Troy.</note> 
                     <hi>Paris</hi> in his firſt love rag'd,</l>
                  <l>'Twixt you a thouſand kiſſes were ingadg'd.</l>
                  <l>But that heat paſt, thou (to thy griefe) haſt tryd,</l>
                  <l>Th' art onely an unworthy ſouldiers bride.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>It is hard to maintaine credit where truth is ſuſpe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>ed: but howſoever ſuſpition may enter a falſe action, <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap> truth will never bring in her plea, to ſuſpect where <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ere is cauſe is ſufferable: but where there is no cauſe, it <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> intolerable. <hi>Octavius Caeſar Domum ſuam non ſolum cri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>e, ſed ſuſpitione criminis, vacare voluit.</hi> i. <hi>Auguſtus Caeſar,</hi> 
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ould have his houſe not onely free from fault, but even <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>m the very ſuſpition of crime.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="37" type="part">
               <head>Sorrow treads, where folly leads.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>On the bright fire whilſt ſome fiſh too much gaze,</l>
                  <l>Fixing their eyes upon the tapers blaze:</l>
                  <l>They neither mind the fiſhers nor their boats,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="226" facs="tcp:4265:121"/>
Nor their ſharpe knives prepar'd to rip their throats.</l>
                  <l>Whilſt the young man, whom mad love doth ſurpriſe</l>
                  <l>Admires his miſtreſſe front, and ſtar-like eyes:</l>
                  <l>Or whilſt the girle whom childiſh folly blinds,</l>
                  <l>His new ſprung beard and feature onely minds.</l>
                  <l>All faults lie hid, there is no further ſtay,</l>
                  <l>'Tis now enough if they can kiſſe and play.</l>
                  <l>T'wixt theſe where itching makes ſuch quick diſpatc<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>'Tis often ſeene <hi>Megaera</hi> ſpoiles the match.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>As <hi>Circe</hi> injoy'd not thoſe whom ſhe transform'd in to Swine, Lions, &amp;c. but affected <hi>Ulyſſes</hi> in his owne per<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fectneſſe aboue all others: So thoſe women who by a morous potions (too which I adde whoriſh blandiſh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ments) have got their husbands, for the moſt part lead with them an unquiet life, through madneſſe. <bibl>
                        <hi>Plutarch.</hi>
                     </bibl>
                  </q>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="38" type="part">
               <head>Where vertue tyes, love never dyes.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>The Roſe doth yeeld a ſavour ſweet and ſtrong,</l>
                  <l>After 'tis ſhed, or in the Sunne laine long.</l>
                  <l>Fond is the love of feature, which doth fade,</l>
                  <l>And putrid growes, when age doth once invade,</l>
                  <l>Agues deface, and cares the beauty ſtaine,</l>
                  <l>And theſe in young men often breed diſdaine.</l>
                  <l>But wit's more ſtedfaſt; 'twill to age indure,</l>
                  <l>A thouſand waies that, favour can procure.</l>
                  <l>Gray haires, nor wrinckles, can ſuch ardor quench,</l>
                  <l>Nor love (on vertue built) in <hi>Lethe</hi> drench.</l>
                  <l>If match with one, whoſe mind his ſhape excels,</l>
                  <l>That love, till death laſts onely, and none elſe.</l>
                  <l>In us we nought immortall find,</l>
                  <q>
                     <l>Saving the goods of breſt and mind. <bibl>
                           <hi>Ovid.</hi>
                        </bibl>
                     </l>
                  </q>
                  <q>Couples ill matcht, like garments patcht.</q>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An</speaker>
                  <l>If love thy ſelfe, doe not an old man wed,</l>
                  <l>Leſt thou lie frozen in a deſolate bed.</l>
                  <l>If any; thou a <hi>poſthume</hi> birth ſhalt beare.</l>
                  <l>He, if thy child call father, cannot heare.</l>
                  <l>Or ſhould he have choice whom to make his heire,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="227" facs="tcp:4265:121"/>
Fame, to ſpeake largely of thee will not ſpare.</l>
                  <l>Meane time the faire flower of thy youth is ſpent,</l>
                  <l>And thy beſt dayes thou ſadly ſhalt lament.</l>
                  <l>Why doth the Ivie 'bout the Elme ſo cling?</l>
                  <l>'Las; one muſt periſh, if the other ſpring,</l>
                  <l>Whilſt it (ambitious) 'bout the top branch twines,</l>
                  <l>The drooping Tree hangs downe the head and pines.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>Matrimonium ita demum tranquillè exigi poteſt, ſi mulier <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ca, maritus ſurdus fiat, &amp;c.</q>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <q>Then marriage may be ſaid to be paſt in all quietneſſe, <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>hen the wife is blind, and the husband deafe. The na<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="3 letters">
                        <desc>•••</desc>
                     </gap>e of women is ſubject to jealouſie, from whence grows <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>amour and noiſe, and the wives garrulity and prating <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ſends the husband, which he ſhould bee farre from, if <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> wanted his hearing, &amp;c.</q>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="39" type="part">
               <head>Children in law, breed may a flaw.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </speaker>
                  <l>Hence brats in law? maides, mothers the firſt day,</l>
                  <l>What mak'ſt thou in a widdowed bed I pray?</l>
                  <l>When <hi>Hymen</hi> joynes you ſingle: theſe are bred</l>
                  <l>Are the beſt pledges of thy maidenhead.</l>
                  <l>To graft a branch with ripe fruits if thou ſtrive,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>Tis a meere burden, and it cannot thrive.</l>
                  <l>The withered apples fall (unfit to taſte)</l>
                  <l>For both the ſtock and graft indure like waſte,</l>
                  <l>Slyps without fruit, tranſpoſe unto thy tree,</l>
                  <l>So ſhall thy fruit in <hi>Autumne</hi> better bee.</l>
                  <l>Do't whilſt the gumme in the greene rind doth ſwell,</l>
                  <l>Plants without mutuall ſap ne're proſper well.</l>
               </sp>
               <p>
                  <q>A ſmall benefit may ariſe to a great profit, if it be ſea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ably confer'd, <bibl>ſaith <hi>Curtius.</hi>
                     </bibl>
                  </q>
               </p>
               <p>Time is the beſt counſellor, and the chiefe preſident counſels, ſaith <hi>Antiſthenes,</hi> and <hi>Cicero</hi> calleth it the moſt ſect Herald of truth.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="40" type="part">
               <head>To have thy will, be humble ſtill.</head>
               <l>Now thy injunctions pleaſe: but, woon with gold,</l>
               <l>My father aymes me at a man that's old.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="228" facs="tcp:4265:122"/>
What ſhall I doe? my love I will not ſlave</l>
               <l>To an old King, (though he my love ſhould crave.)</l>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>If he to one unworthy would thee tye,</l>
                  <l>What ere he urge, let not thy voyce ſound hye,</l>
                  <l>Prayers arme the virgin, If intreat; 'tis done,</l>
                  <l>Sterne fathers, by no other art are woon.</l>
                  <l>Smooth foreheads more prevaile, than theſe averſe</l>
                  <l>Hard hearts, ſubmiſſion, and not feare can pierce.</l>
                  <l>The Pine-tree Nut thou canſt not break with blow</l>
                  <l>But a ſoft fire, the ſhels wide open throws.</l>
                  <p>Mild power doth compaſſe that which rough vio<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lence never can. <hi>Claud.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <l>Where men by favour ſtrive to git</l>
                  <l>Gods favour, and incourage it,</l>
                  <l>But the ſame gods when force is us'd,</l>
                  <l>(As angry) thinke themſelves abus'd.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
            <div n="41" type="part">
               <head>1.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>We are in har bour, thou ſhalt be a bride,</l>
                  <l>Heare ſomething in that ſtate thy ſelfe to guide.</l>
                  <l>The grafter, all the native ſprigs doth ſtrip,</l>
                  <l>That the whole ſap may feed th' adopted ſlip.</l>
                  <l>All wandring fancies ſhe muſt quite expell,</l>
                  <l>Who in a lawfull match would proſper well.</l>
                  <l>No ſooner ſhall thy nuptiall Tead take fire,</l>
                  <l>But thou on him muſt fixe thy whole deſire.</l>
                  <l>Not thy old play-fellow muſt thine houſe frequen<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>Nor he with whom (before) thine houres thou ſp<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </l>
                  <l>Let mother and thy ſiſter now goe by,</l>
                  <l>Leſt former love the adopted ſap ſhould dry.</l>
                  <p>Let men obey the lawes, and women their husband <hi>Socrates.</hi> Silence and patience maketh concord betw<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="3 letters">
                        <desc>•••</desc>
                     </gap> married couples. A good husband ought to be wiſe words, wary in converſation, carefull in proviſion, <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>
                     <g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gent in ordering: a diſcreet maſter, a carefull fat<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> A good wife muſt bee grave abroad, well govern'd home, patient to ſuffer, conſtant to love, to her neigh<g ref="char:EOLunhyphen"/>bours
<pb n="229" facs="tcp:4265:122"/>
friendly, courteous to her ſervants, carefull of her children. <hi>Theophraſtus.</hi>
                  </p>
               </sp>
            </div>
            <div n="42" type="part">
               <head>2.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>An.</speaker>
                  <l>Am I deceiv'd? or more elſe ſhould be ſpoke,</l>
                  <l>To ſuch as newly enter <hi>Hymens</hi> yoake.</l>
                  <l>The ſtock which late had branches of his owne,</l>
                  <l>Muſt now by a ſtrange leafe and fruit be knowne,</l>
                  <l>The top cut off, it boaſts not its owne ſeed,</l>
                  <l>But beareth what another branch did breed.</l>
                  <l>When married; thou thy ſelfe wilt then withdraw,</l>
                  <l>For now thy husband is to thee a law.</l>
                  <l>What he preſcribes: to that thou muſt agree,</l>
                  <l>(If wiſe) ſo partner of his counſels be.</l>
                  <l>By his direction, all thine actions ſway,</l>
                  <l>To yeeld's to conquer, and (to rule) to obey.</l>
                  <p>A chaſte Matron by obeying her husbands will, get<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>eth command over him, <hi>Bias.</hi> But give thy wife no pow<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> over thee, for if this day thou ſuffereſt her to tread up<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on thy foot, ſhe will be ready by to morrow to ſpurne at <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>y head, &amp;c.</p>
               </sp>
            </div>
            <div n="43" type="part">
               <head>3.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>.</speaker>
                  <l>Grafting hath more on which thy mind may reſt,</l>
                  <l>Graft then theſe precepts likewiſe in thy breſt.</l>
                  <l>Tree's grace the graft, by ſap themſelves do ſpend,</l>
                  <l>And their owne ornament to others lend.</l>
                  <l>If with thy golden dower thy houſe ſhine bright,</l>
                  <l>And ſwell his coffers which before were light:</l>
                  <l>Be not thou proud, nor thine owne wealth proclaime,</l>
                  <l>Let all thine houſe reſt in thine husbands name.</l>
                  <l>Who would not thinke that clamorous woman mad,</l>
                  <l>To cry <hi>This, That,</hi> from me, my husband had.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Theſe were, and are ſtill mine.</hi> It is not knowne</l>
                  <l>How wives can boſt of ought that is their owne.</l>
                  <l>That the law make men lords, there is no doubt,</l>
                  <l>And 'tis a right, that goes the world throughout.</l>
                  <p>Marriage teacheth, that a woman ſhould hold her
<pb n="230" facs="tcp:4265:123"/>
husband to be all things unto her, and that he alone ſhal<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> ſucceed in all loving and deare nominations, which (a<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> we read in <hi>Homer)</hi> the moſt vertuous <hi>Andromache</hi> confer<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> upon her husband <hi>Hector.</hi>
                  </p>
                  <l>What father, mother, brother, elſe can be,</l>
                  <l>Thou, thou, ſweet husband art all theſe to me.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>The Epilogue.</head>
               <l>Proceeding further we were ſtrooke with feare,</l>
               <l>Becauſe of noiſe which <hi>Anna</hi> firſt did heare:</l>
               <l>Enough if not too much, come now let's breake,</l>
               <l>This having ſaid, ſhe bluſht, and ceaſt to ſpeake.</l>
            </div>
            <trailer>FINIS.</trailer>
         </div>
         <div type="poems">
            <pb n="231" facs="tcp:4265:123"/>
            <head>Sundry Fancies writ upon ſeverall occaſions. By the ſame Author.</head>
            <head>
               <hi>The Queene feaſting the King at</hi> Somerſet <hi>houſe, upon his Birth day, hers falling in the ſame weeke, this was there ſpoken unto them.</hi>
            </head>
            <l>VVEE cannot read in any flouriſhing ſtate,</l>
            <l>Whether by King ſward or by optimate,</l>
            <l>A greater bleſſing hapning to one Nation,</l>
            <l>By two ſuch births beneath one conſtellation.</l>
            <l>For being in one moneth, one weeke; ſmall let <hi>October.</hi>
            </l>
            <l>There was, theſe two bleſt birth-dayes had not met:</l>
            <l>Yet hath the powerfull hand of heaven ſo guided,</l>
            <l>(Though) by ſmall diſtance of two dayes divided:</l>
            <l>Theſe ſtarres who then, their influence had alone</l>
            <l>Are now combin'd, fixt in one glorious Throne:</l>
            <l>From whoſe<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g> joynt rayes another's riſen ſince,</l>
            <l>(Luſterd from both) a ſweet and hopefull Prince.</l>
            <l>O may be from your vertues ſo much gaine,</l>
            <l>That little <hi>Charles</hi> may prove our <hi>Charlemaine.</hi>
            </l>
            <stage>To them both at parting.</stage>
            <l>The Romanes of their birth-dayes had ſuch care,</l>
            <l>They kept them ſacred, and not one might dare,</l>
            <l>In all their families to worke, but play,</l>
            <l>Obſerving that, as an high feſtivall day.</l>
            <l>
               <pb n="232" facs="tcp:4265:124"/>
The Emperours birth-dayes were cald <hi>Albae,</hi> white,</l>
            <l>As the ſole luſtre, and their Kingdomes light.</l>
            <l>In you: how much doth heaven your Nations bleſſe,</l>
            <l>To enjoy two ſuch: the greater, and the leſſe.</l>
            <div type="part">
               <head>A ſpeech ſpoken to their two excellent Majeſties, at the firſt Play play'd by the Queenes Servants, in the new Theater at White Hall.</head>
               <l>When Greece, the chiefe priority might claime</l>
               <l>For Arts, and Armes, and held the eminent name</l>
               <l>Of Monarchie; They erected divers places,</l>
               <l>Some to the Muſes, others to the Graces:</l>
               <l>Where Actors ſtrove, and Poets did deviſe</l>
               <l>With tongue and pen, to pleaſe the eares and eyes</l>
               <l>Of Princely Auditors; The time was, when</l>
               <l>To heare, the rapture of one Poets pen,</l>
               <l>A Theater hath beene built, By the fates doome,</l>
               <l>When th' Empire was removed from thence to <hi>Rome.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>The potent <hi>Caeſars</hi> had their <hi>Circi,</hi> and</l>
               <l>Large Amphitheaters: in which might ſtand</l>
               <l>And ſit, full foureſcore thouſand, all in view,</l>
               <l>And touch of voice: This great <hi>Auguſtus</hi> knew.</l>
               <l>Nay <hi>Rome,</hi> it's wealth, and potency injoyd,</l>
               <l>Till by the barbarous Gothes theſe were deſtroy'd.</l>
               <l>But may this ſtructure laſt, and you be ſeene</l>
               <l>Here a ſpectator, with your Princely Queene,</l>
               <l>In your old age, as in your flouriſhing prime,</l>
               <l>To out-ſtrip <hi>Auguſtus</hi> both in fame and time.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>
                  <hi>To the King and Queene upon a New-yeares day at night: to Two-fac't</hi> Ianus <hi>with a great golden Key in his hand, the Preſenter.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>Where is my Sonne <hi>December?</hi> yong'ſt and laſt</l>
               <l>Of twelve? what ſleeping now? now ſnorting faſt?</l>
               <l>In this joyes feſtivall? from yeares agone,</l>
               <l>Solemnis'd one thouſand ſixe hundred thirty one.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="233" facs="tcp:4265:124"/>
Can neither muſick, ſport, nor myrth awake thee,</l>
               <l>But to eleven moneths ſleep muſt thou betake thee?</l>
               <l>Why doth not <hi>January</hi> then appeare,</l>
               <l>Before old <hi>Janus</hi> father of the yeare?</l>
               <l>My eldeſt boy? now I remember. Hee,</l>
               <l>Is buſied in this annuall <hi>Iubilee.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>And ſtill the one hand with the other ſhifts,</l>
               <l>In giving and receiving New-yeares gifts.</l>
               <l>But ſtay; two faces <hi>Ianus?</hi> one to view</l>
               <l>The paſt yeare; th' other, that which ſhall inſue.</l>
               <l>Shal't be imputed to thine age or ſloath <note place="margin">
                     <hi>Meaning their</hi> 2. <hi>Majeſties.</hi>
                  </note>
               </l>
               <l>To neglect theſe; the glory of them both?</l>
               <l>No; fall thus low, to celebrate that throne</l>
               <l>In which the two great lights are met in one</l>
               <l>Without ecclipſe; This key commands the ſcrew,</l>
               <l>That lockes the paſt yeare up, and opes the new,</l>
               <l>This ſhuts up all diſaſter, dearth, diſeaſe,</l>
               <l>Opening to you all glad things that may pleaſe,</l>
               <l>To crowne your bleſſedneſſe, and as that gone.</l>
               <l>Hath crown'd you with an Heire (as yet alone)</l>
               <l>There's by auſpitious <hi>Iove</hi> a ſecond breeding,</l>
               <l>Our hope, and honour of the yeare ſucceeding.</l>
               <l>As in the laſt, may Heaven in this defend them,</l>
               <l>Whilſt <hi>Ianus</hi> with his twelve ſonnes ſhall attend them.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>
                  <hi>The Epilogue ſpoken by the ſame</hi> Ianus.</head>
               <l>Health, ſtrength, and many a glad new yeare,</l>
               <l>A conſtant ſolace, joyfull cheere,</l>
               <l>Waite ever on that awfull throne,</l>
               <l>Where reſt two Princely hearts, made one.</l>
               <l>From which bleſt union, may ſupply</l>
               <l>Of iſſue to eternity</l>
               <l>Grace and become it: Theſe preſages</l>
               <l>Prove fortunate to after ages,</l>
               <l>Which long ſucceſſion hence may ſee,</l>
               <l>Till time and houres ſhall ceaſe to bee.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <pb n="234" facs="tcp:4265:125"/>
               <head>A Prologue ſpoke before the King, when her Majeſty was great with child.</head>
               <l>Health, joy, peace, plenty, and a flouriſhing ſtate,</l>
               <l>A <hi>dexter omen;</hi> an auſpitious fate,</l>
               <l>Attend you ever, like <hi>Hiperion</hi> ſhine</l>
               <l>In his meridian, never to decline.</l>
               <l>And may your royall <hi>Cynthia</hi> who hath run</l>
               <l>Sixe annuall courſes with you, and begun,</l>
               <l>Now on the ſeventh, who to your Kingdomes Cheere</l>
               <l>And your great joy, at this time fills her ſphere,</l>
               <l>In a moſt hopefull plenitude: ſo waine</l>
               <l>After bleſt iſſue, that your glorious raigne,</l>
               <l>May ſee your Sonnes Sonnes Princes of ſuch name,</l>
               <l>That the whole world may eccho to their fame.</l>
               <l>From her chaſt wombe may ſuch faire daughters ſpring,</l>
               <l>That each may prove the conſort to a King.</l>
               <l>And both ſurvive to ſee't: this we intreat</l>
               <l>May come from her who is ſo good, ſo great.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>The Epilogue.</head>
               <l>Thoſe heavenly Guardians that with patents large,</l>
               <l>Have in tuition Kings and Kingdomes charge,</l>
               <l>Protect you both, that as we daily ſee</l>
               <l>Nations, that farre remote and forraigne be</l>
               <l>Send hither as to an Oracle to know,</l>
               <l>What's for their ſafety beſt: you may ſtill grow</l>
               <l>In wiſedome and in power, till your command</l>
               <l>May extend it ſelfe ſo farre by Sea and Land,</l>
               <l>That through the Chriſtian world it may be ſaid,</l>
               <l>All begge of <hi>Charles,</hi> but he needs no mans ayd.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>Another ſpoken at White Hall before their ſacred Majeſties.</head>
               <l>Exuberant joyes, delights tranſcending waite</l>
               <l>About the orbe of this illuſtrious ſtate.</l>
               <l>All ſad diſaſters flie beyond thoſe Seas</l>
               <l>That ebbe and flow unto th' <hi>Antipodes.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Or if they chance to linger by the way,</l>
               <l>
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May they with <hi>Mahomet,</hi> and <hi>Ali</hi> ſtay:</l>
               <l>But never in theſe Climes find place of reſt</l>
               <l>Or ſhelter, where the ſacred truth's profeſt,</l>
               <l>But in their ſtead, proſperity and peace,</l>
               <l>Aboundance, health, with numerous increaſe</l>
               <l>Of royall iſſue 'bout your throne be ſeene,</l>
               <l>To glad my ſoveraigne, and rejoyce his Queene:</l>
               <l>So ſhall your Nations in bright luſtre ſhine,</l>
               <l>Figuring in theſe your Perſons, powers divine.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>The Epilogue.</head>
               <l>Miriads of joyes your royall he arts ſurpriſe,</l>
               <l>Yea more than any rapture can deviſe,</l>
               <l>The heart of man conceive, or tongue expreſſe,</l>
               <l>That in your more than common happineſſe,</l>
               <l>All your true ſubjects with unanimous voice,</l>
               <l>May both in you, and your bleſt ſeed rejoyce.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>A Prologue ſpoken to their ſacred Majeſties at Hampton Court.</head>
               <l>If <hi>Caeſar,</hi> greateſt in great <hi>Pompeis</hi> fall,</l>
               <l>As being made the ſoveraigne over all</l>
               <l>The (then knowne) world; or if <hi>Auguſtus;</hi> Hee</l>
               <l>Who left his ample name Hereditarie</l>
               <l>To all ſucceeding Emperours; If to th' laſt</l>
               <l>Of the twelve <hi>Caeſars,</hi> Theaters were grac't,</l>
               <l>And when the Iulian family expir'd</l>
               <l>In many ages after were admir'd?</l>
               <l>And the more fame from forraigne parts to win,</l>
               <l>Adornd without, and beautified within.</l>
               <l>If by ſucceſſion we can draw them downe</l>
               <l>Through nations, realmes and tongues, even to our own,</l>
               <l>Proving theſe flouriſhing Kingdomes proſperd well,</l>
               <l>And never faild before theſe ſtructures fell:</l>
               <l>Or were ſuppreſt; for 'tis a bad preſage,</l>
               <l>(All mirth exil'd) ſtill followes wrack and ſtrage.</l>
               <l>If then a factious peeviſh male-content,</l>
               <l>Envying a bleſt ſtate; ſhall his malice vent</l>
               <l>
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In bald unlicenc't papers? ſo much daring</l>
               <l>As neither Soveraigne, nor the ſubject ſparing:</l>
               <l>Aſſuming in a ſtrange libellious ſtraine,</l>
               <l>To thinke all wiſedome treaſur'd in his braine?</l>
               <l>Be all ſuch fruſtrate in their vaine indeavour,</l>
               <l>Whilſt you oh Royall <hi>Caeſar</hi> live for ever.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>The Epilogue.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>Ioves</hi> Influent Planet boading power and ſtate</l>
               <l>For ever, on this high tribunall waite.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Apolloe's</hi> fire, add verdure, to your dayes,</l>
               <l>And crown your long raigne with his <hi>Daphnes</hi> bayes.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Hermes</hi> attend you with his peaceful ſtarre,</l>
               <l>And <hi>Mars</hi> protect you in all menacing warre.</l>
               <l>May <hi>Venus</hi> and the Moones bright conſtellations,</l>
               <l>With their beſt fulgence ſmile on all your Nations:</l>
               <l>But on all male-contents let <hi>Saturne</hi> lower,</l>
               <l>Such as maligne your glory and your power.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>Spoken to their two Majeſties at Hampton Court. Prologue.</head>
               <l>Amongſt the Greecians there were annuall feaſts,</l>
               <l>To which none were invited as chiefe geſts,</l>
               <l>Save Princes and their wives: Amongſt the men</l>
               <l>No argument could be deſputed then</l>
               <l>But who beſt govern'd; and (as't did appeare)</l>
               <l>He was proclaim'd ſole Soveraigne for that yeare,</l>
               <l>The Queenes and Ladies argued at that time</l>
               <l>For beauty and for vertue, who was prime.</l>
               <l>And ſhe had the like honour. Two here be,</l>
               <l>For Beauty one, the other Majeſty.</l>
               <l>Moſt worthy, did that cuſtome ſtill perſever,</l>
               <l>Not for one yeare, but to be ſoveraignes ever.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>Epilogue.</head>
               <l>Still the more glorious that the creatures bee,</l>
               <l>They in their native goodneſſe are more free</l>
               <l>To things below them: ſo the ſunne wee find</l>
               <l>Vnpartially to ſhine on all mankind,</l>
               <l>
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Denying light to none, and you we may</l>
               <l>Great King, moſt juſtly call our light, our day,</l>
               <l>Whoſe glorious courſe may never be quite runne,</l>
               <l>Whilſt earth hath ſoveraigne, or the Heavens a Sunne.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>Spoken to their two Majeſties at White Hall. Prologue.</head>
               <l>Whom Heaven with all choice graces hath indowed,</l>
               <l>Whom even the Angels praiſe and men admire!</l>
               <l>On whom your Maker hath his bounty ſhowed,</l>
               <l>Where nothing wants that mans heart can deſire,</l>
               <l>Your peoples joy, your Peeres ſelected pleaſure.</l>
               <l>Your Kingdomes admiration, Nations wonder,</l>
               <l>Of forraigne climes the praiſe, of ours the treaſure.</l>
               <l>O never may that ſacred union ſunder.</l>
               <l>That whilſt we daily of high heaven importune,</l>
               <l>You may be in your royall iſſue bleſt,</l>
               <l>You may ſtill grow in greatneſſe, fame and fortune,</l>
               <l>All which at ſeeming height, be ſtill increaſt.</l>
               <l>Prove thou a prophet muſe, ſay 'tis decreed,</l>
               <l>All Chriſtendome ſhall flouriſh in your ſeed.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>The Epilogue.</head>
               <l>Could we all Panegyries put in one,</l>
               <l>That have beene on the ancient <hi>Heroes</hi> writ,</l>
               <l>They might all be conferd on you alone,</l>
               <l>And you great Princes juſtly merit it.</l>
               <l>O may you in your happy loves perſever,</l>
               <l>Diurnally augment, but not decline,</l>
               <l>That this your people may admire you ever,</l>
               <l>Till heaven that gave you us make you divine.</l>
               <l>And that which we of aged <hi>Neſtor</hi> read,</l>
               <l>May of you two be chronicled indeed.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>Spoken to their excellent Majeſties upon the like occaſion. Prologue.</head>
               <l>Excellent Princes may you ever bee,</l>
               <l>As great as good, each yeare a Iubilee.</l>
               <l>That as heavens bounty crownes you with th' increaſe</l>
               <l>
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Of honour, glory, and domeſtick peace.</l>
               <l>You, with like liberall hands inſtated here,</l>
               <l>May to each ſubject and deſerving Peere:</l>
               <l>Like the bright Sunne your glorious favours throw,</l>
               <l>To comfort and make flouriſh what's below.</l>
               <l>Whilſt we like the woods Quiriſters ſtill ſing</l>
               <l>Loud Hymnes to you the Lord of this our ſpring.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>The Epilogue.</head>
               <l>You that are Emblemes of that light divine,</l>
               <l>Which equally on all eſtates doth ſhine,</l>
               <l>The Palace and the Cottage, flower and weed,</l>
               <l>Of whoſe bright luſter all have uſe, and need,</l>
               <l>Even from the Scarlet, to the Ruſſet: Gray</l>
               <l>As well as Purple: Had we power, as they</l>
               <l>That are in eminent place; there could not be</l>
               <l>Thoſe, ſhould expreſſe more gratitude than we.</l>
               <l>The rich may pay in gold, that which he owes,</l>
               <l>But we our debt, onely in words and ſhowes.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>
                  <hi>Spoken to the King and Queene, at the ſecond time of the Authors Play cald</hi> Cupids <hi>Miſtreſſe or</hi> Cupid <hi>and</hi> Pſiche, <hi>preſented before them.</hi> Cupid, <hi>the Prologue.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>Yes; ſure 'twas here, where ſome few houres I paſt</l>
               <l>The very time that I deſcended laſt.</l>
               <l>Yes; here it was, I know it by a face,</l>
               <l>To which my Miſtreſſe <hi>Pſiche</hi> muſt give place.</l>
               <l>A preſence; that from <hi>Venus</hi> takes all power,</l>
               <l>And makes each place ſhe comes in, <hi>Cupids</hi> bower.</l>
               <l>Though in their ſeverall ſpheres each Planet tride,</l>
               <l>(With all the Gods) to feaſt me and my bride,</l>
               <l>With <hi>Nector</hi> and <hi>Ambroſia,</hi> yet that waſte</l>
               <l>Of god-like fare, could not my palate taſte,</l>
               <l>But I muſt all celeſtiall ſweets forbeare,</l>
               <l>To review earthly <hi>Jove</hi> and <hi>Juno</hi> here.</l>
               <l>Whom having ſeene; Haile to you once againe.</l>
               <l>
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Long as the Spheres continue may you raigne</l>
               <l>In Majeſty, in power, with iſſue bleſt</l>
               <l>Be all theſe, with your fortunate yeares increaſe,</l>
               <l>Till <hi>Cupid</hi> ever young, with time grow old,</l>
               <l>And you this Iron age changing to gold,</l>
               <l>Repur'd by your two vertues, Theſe, Ethereall</l>
               <l>May change to brighter chayres in th' heavens Imperiall</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>
                  <hi>The ſpeech ſpoken to their two Majeſties, eight dayes before, being the Kings birth-day: preſented at</hi> Somerſet <hi>houſe, by the Queenes appointment, ſhe then feaſting the King.</hi> Cupid, <hi>the Prologue.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>Who ſo unread; doth not of <hi>Plato</hi> heare</l>
               <l>His <hi>Annus magnus,</hi> and his vertent yeare?</l>
               <l>In which the Starres and Planets, Moone and Sunne,</l>
               <l>Tyr'd with continuall labour, having runne</l>
               <l>So many ages long peregrination,</l>
               <l>Each returnes freſh and new to their firſt ſtation.</l>
               <l>This is the yeare ſure; rather this the day</l>
               <l>Able to turne November into May.</l>
               <l>This day's in heaven a Iubilee of joy,</l>
               <l>Where Angels ſing in quires <hi>Vive la Roy.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>This is the royall birth-day of a King,</l>
               <l>Then Men with Angels, Iô Poean ſing.</l>
               <l>I'had almoſt loſt my ſelfe: when my intent</l>
               <l>Was to tell why I come; and from whom ſent;</l>
               <l>From one, to whom I'm but a ſhadow; ſhee</l>
               <l>The very ſoule of amabilitie.</l>
               <l>One that without my quiver and my bow,</l>
               <l>Commands the hearts, and eyes of high and low.</l>
               <l>Whoſe name inſcrib'd here did you but behold,</l>
               <l>I'would change the ſooty Inke to liquid gold.</l>
               <l>Of fulgent beauty, but ſo pure a mind,</l>
               <l>As if tinctur'd from heaven, and ſo divin'd.</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> Love from Love am ſent, but ſhe the right,</l>
               <l>Then grace great King the Triumphs of loves night.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <pb n="240" facs="tcp:4265:128"/>
               <head>
                  <hi>The Maske concluding with a ſtately meaſure, of the Gods and Planets,</hi> Cupid <hi>(they all ſtanding about him bending) the Epilogue thus concludes.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>Now royall Princes let me turne to you,</l>
               <l>Daigne from loves mouth to take this nights adieu.</l>
               <l>Thinke all theſe Planets that on earth here move,</l>
               <l>(Shadowes of theſe celeſtiall ones above)</l>
               <l>Breath on you their beſt influences: <hi>Vulcan,</hi> Hee</l>
               <l>Shall henceforth take charge of your Armorie.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Iuno</hi> the marriage Queene, ſhall bleſſe your bed,</l>
               <l>The Sunne ſhall take the bright beames from his head,</l>
               <l>To increaſe your glorious luſter, and the Moone</l>
               <l>Attend on you, to make your midnight noone.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Cores</hi> with plenty ſhall in rich your ſtore,</l>
               <l>And <hi>Mercury</hi> ſhall flie from ſhore to ſhore</l>
               <l>Vpon your errands: prove your happy ranger,</l>
               <l>Homebred to eſpy, and foreſee forraigne danger.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Venus</hi> with ſweets, and I, with love will charme you,</l>
               <l>And after all theſe <hi>Jove</hi> with power ſhall arme you.</l>
               <l>I'have kept you waking long: good night, 'tis late.</l>
               <l>Many ſuch birth-dayes may you celebrate.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>Spoken to his Majeſty upon a New yeares day at night. The Prologue.</head>
               <l>Renowned King, we to your eares commend</l>
               <l>Theſe our unpoliſht labours, harſh and low,</l>
               <l>Hoping your grace will like the Sunne extend,</l>
               <l>Thoſe glorious beames that make the Cedars grow,</l>
               <l>Shine on the baſeſt ſhrubs, his vertue's ſeene</l>
               <l>As well in weeds as flowers, for both are greene.</l>
               <l>Then let your Majeſty by whoſe aſpect</l>
               <l>All theſe ſweetgarden flowers, theſe Trees ſtill flouriſh</l>
               <l>The leaſt part of your glorious ſhine reflect</l>
               <l>On us: your beames great <hi>Brittaines</hi> land doth nouriſh.</l>
               <l>Still moving in this bright and luminous ſphere,</l>
               <l>To joy your Court with many a glad New-yeare.</l>
               <l>
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Mongſt other preſents, high and ſacred King,</l>
               <l>This ſolemne day preſented at your ſeat</l>
               <l>Their tribute love, your humble vaſſals bring.</l>
               <l>But though our gifts be ſmall, our wills are great,</l>
               <l>We come, though naked of deſert or merit,</l>
               <l>Yet arm'd with wiſhes, and devouteſt prayer,</l>
               <l>Truſting you many ages may inherit</l>
               <l>That high Tribunall, peace and love prepare,</l>
               <l>That this firſt day which enters a new yeare,</l>
               <l>On which the two fac't <hi>Ianus</hi> lookes with joy,</l>
               <l>May many ſeaſons hence, with gladſome cheare,</l>
               <l>Be hallowed ſtill, that heavens hand may deſtroy</l>
               <l>Your enemies: and ſo your friends maintaine.</l>
               <l>They many yeares hence may admire your raigne</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>Another ſpoken at the Court to the like purpoſe. Prologue.</head>
               <l>As all ſmall rivers to the ocean runne,</l>
               <l>As to the ſoveraigne of their ſilver ſtreames,</l>
               <l>As all leſſe lights doe borrow of the Sunne,</l>
               <l>From whom alone they take their golden beames.</l>
               <l>So to this glorious Sunne we pay our light,</l>
               <l>Without whoſe face we live in endleſſe night.</l>
               <l>O you, on your owne earth ſoly divine,</l>
               <l>Who fill your faire Court with your beames of grace,</l>
               <l>With one ſmall glimmering on our paſtimes ſhine,</l>
               <l>The Sun barres none the beauty of his face.</l>
               <l>Poets that have like Larkes already ſung,</l>
               <l>Vnto the morning of your proſperous raigne,</l>
               <l>Shall with an Angels quill and Cherubs tongue,</l>
               <l>Your grace and goodneſſe through the world proclaime.</l>
               <l>But when you reach the noontyde point, then ſtay,</l>
               <l>And in the height of glory ſhine for aye.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>Epilogue.</head>
               <l>Moſt high and ſacred Sir, we now are caſt</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ow as the earth, ſtrook mute with feare and terror,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="242" facs="tcp:4265:129"/>
Leſt through our want of judgement we have paſt</l>
               <l>Words rudely plac't: or duty mixt with error.</l>
               <l>The Shepheards Pipe made of an Oaten Reed,</l>
               <l>Cannot compare with great <hi>Apollos</hi> lyre:</l>
               <l>Nor ſhould our Muſe, that no delight can breed</l>
               <l>Vnto your high and Princely eares aſpire.</l>
               <l>We bring a mite that would preſent a mine,</l>
               <l>Our loves we pay, to whom our lives we owe,</l>
               <l>Water we bring, who could affoord it wine,</l>
               <l>Our art you ſee, our hearts we cannot ſhow.</l>
               <l>O if we could! we would inrich this place</l>
               <l>With joyes eſſentiall, bleſſings above meaſure.</l>
               <l>Heaven, Earth, Ayre, Sea, all powre upon your grace,</l>
               <l>Their ſpeciall bounties, and their richeſt treaſure.</l>
               <l>In our laſt wiſh all your deſires attaine,</l>
               <l>Life, ſafety, health, with a long-laſting raigne.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>
                  <hi>A Prologue ſpoken at the right Honourable the Earle of</hi> Dover <hi>houſe in</hi> Broadſtreet, <hi>at a Play in a moſt bountifull Chriſtmas hee kept there; the Speaker Hoſpitality a frollick old fellow: A Coller of Brawne in one hand, and a deepe Bowle of Muſcadel in the other.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>Where is that rich mans Minion, cal'd <hi>Frugality?</hi>
               </l>
               <l>What hath he quite hence baniſht <hi>Hoſpitality?</hi>
               </l>
               <l>In dayes of old, when yea and nay did paſſe</l>
               <l>For currant troth, I and old <hi>Chriſtenmaſſe</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Were of acquaintance; but of late I find</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Frugality</hi> quick ſighted, my ſelfe blind.</l>
               <l>He goes through Court, through Country, City, and</l>
               <l>Findes entertainment, for each frugall hand</l>
               <l>Still bids him welcome: yet a novice hee:</l>
               <l>But I, that am of more antiquity</l>
               <l>Than <hi>Pauls</hi> (alas) by time and age decayd,</l>
               <l>Nay almoſt ſince this Cities ground-ſills layd,</l>
               <l>Walke up and downe and knock at each mans dore,</l>
               <l>And finde the ſame cold welcome as before.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="243" facs="tcp:4265:129"/>
But harke, a Cock crowd, and I heard a Swan</l>
               <l>Ecchoing to him, that here did live a man,</l>
               <l>Noble, and of that high and ancient ſtraine,</l>
               <l>To call back <hi>Hoſpitality</hi> againe.</l>
               <l>Then by the good Lords and kind Ladies leave,</l>
               <l>Since their wide Gates ſtand ready to receive</l>
               <l>So great a ſtranger, and (in me) theſe gueſts</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>o oft invited to their annuall feaſts.</l>
               <l>This bleſſing take, oh whether in this place,</l>
               <l>Or where ſo elſe this bleſt time you ſo grace,</l>
               <l>May your warme Chimneyes ſmoke, and hot fires glow,</l>
               <l>Whilſt <hi>Thames</hi> breeds Swans, or Cocks 'gainſt Chriſtmas crow.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>It is to be obſerved that the Earle in Heraldry gives the Swan, and the Counteſſe the Cocke, &amp;c. The Epilogue preſented by delight.</head>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>e ſee bright day ſucceeds darke night,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>iſaſter paſt, then comes delight,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>rom ſeeming death reviv'd to tell,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>hat here ſhe henceforth meanes to dwell,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>hen hoſpitality hath grace,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>elight ſhould ever there finde place.</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>eceive her then your houſhold gueſt,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>his night to attend you to your reſt:</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>nd when your quiet ſleepe is ſpent,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>wake you to your more content,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>home, abroad, handmaid, and guide:</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>ether you ſit, lye, walke or ride,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ort, purpoſe ſerious meditation,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>d thought, ſtill have to me relation,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>d ſo for ever, as this night,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>waited on by choiſe delight.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>
                  <hi>Spoken to the right Honourable the Earle of</hi> Dover, <hi>at his houſe in</hi> Broadſtreet <hi>upon a Candlemas night. The Prologue.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap> downy Swan though yoakt in <hi>Venus</hi> Teame,</l>
               <l>
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Yet of all birds that ever lov'd the ſtreame,</l>
               <l>Is held to be the chiefeſt: <hi>Pallas</hi> Owle</l>
               <l>In <hi>Athens</hi> fam'd for many a learned ſcrowle,</l>
               <l>Compos'd in Inke and Oyle, th' embleme of watch,</l>
               <l>By which the moſt laborious ſtudents catch</l>
               <l>At Arts (howe're, benighted) was not more</l>
               <l>Famous, in Greece, then on Caiſter ſhore</l>
               <l>Your ſacred Bird, which the nine Siſters ſtrove</l>
               <l>To make the ſymbole of conjugall love,</l>
               <l>With which the Cock, the Bird of <hi>Mars</hi> combin'd,</l>
               <l>A double gardian knot, to be untwin'd</l>
               <l>Never: 'Tis now made faſt, ſo intricate,</l>
               <l>Not <hi>Alexanders</hi> ſword, not time, not fate</l>
               <l>Can e'ver untye, for what's in vertue laid,</l>
               <l>Envie can never blaſt, nor age invade.</l>
               <l>In this bleſt ſtate both you, and yours, now ſtand</l>
               <l>As firſt diſpos'd, ſo ſtrengthened by that hand,</l>
               <l>Which as it makes, protects; you have begun</l>
               <l>To grace the City with your preſence: run</l>
               <l>That happy courſe ſtill: you and your lov'd wife</l>
               <l>Have to dead hoſpitality given new life.</l>
               <l>Still cheriſh it: old Chriſtenmaſſe almoſt ſtarv'd</l>
               <l>Through baſe neglect, by you hath beene preſerv'd.</l>
               <l>O give him ſtill like welcome, that whilſt he</l>
               <l>Hath name on earth, you may his harbourer be.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>Epilogue.</head>
               <l>What man can wiſh his bliſſe to crowne,</l>
               <l>Or in abundance heaven powre downe.</l>
               <l>Health, plenty, ſolace, all delights</l>
               <l>That lengthen dayes, or ſhorten nights.</l>
               <l>Heavens favour, and the Courts beſt grace,</l>
               <l>Attend the great Lord of this place.</l>
               <l>Old Chriſtenmaſſe hunger-ſtarv'd and dry,</l>
               <l>Who earſt did drinke deepe and far'd hye</l>
               <l>You welcome, and with Princely cheere,</l>
               <l>Feaſt <hi>Ianus</hi> father of the yeare.</l>
               <l>
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The ſparing Chuff could be content</l>
               <l>To thruſt the twelve dayes into Lent.</l>
               <l>You <hi>Englands</hi> cuſtome, wake from ſleepe,</l>
               <l>Which all the Chriſtian world ſtill keepe:</l>
               <l>For which may you thus ſtor'd with gueſts</l>
               <l>Long celebrate theſe annuall feaſts,</l>
               <l>That you and your good Lady may</l>
               <l>Together, many a New-yeares day,</l>
               <l>Rejoyce in your bleſt Iſſue till</l>
               <l>The houres ſhall faile, and time ſtand ſtill.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>
                  <hi>A ſpeech ſpoken before the right Honourable the Earle of</hi> Dover, <hi>at his Houſe at</hi> Hunſden, <hi>as a preparation to a Maske, which conſiſted of nine Ladyes. Preſented the last New-yeares night.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>The ſilver <hi>Swan</hi> ſoft gliding in the ſtreame,</l>
               <l>Cald to the <hi>Cocke</hi> then pearching on a beame,</l>
               <l>And ſaid to him; why, <hi>Chanticleere,</hi> when I</l>
               <l>Move on the waves ſo low, thou ſit'ſt ſo high?</l>
               <l>The <hi>Cocke</hi> replide: O thou my beſt lov'd Siſter</l>
               <l>Well knowne in <hi>Poe, Meander,</hi> and <hi>Caiſter,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>But, beſt in <hi>Thameſis;</hi> Doſt thou not know</l>
               <l>The reaſon, why we in <hi>December</hi> crow?</l>
               <l>More than before, or after? who againe</l>
               <l>Thus anſwer'd: we of nothing can complaine</l>
               <l>Being of all the birds that are, moſt white,</l>
               <l>Loyall and chaſte, and taking our delight</l>
               <l>In rivers onely, bathing there our feete</l>
               <l>To make our rare-heard muſick ſound more ſweet.</l>
               <l>Yet one thing to reſolve, would make me proud,</l>
               <l>To tell why at this time thou ſing'ſt ſo lowd?</l>
               <l>Who ſaid: none of our anceſtors but knew</l>
               <l>That ever ſince Saint <hi>Peters</hi> Cock firſt crew,</l>
               <l>We are injoyn'd to make lowd proclamation,</l>
               <l>Of our moſt bleſſed Saviours Incarnation.</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>o which the Swan, (then in a Tone much higher)</l>
               <l>
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Said, in this Caroll I will fill the quire:</l>
               <l>Which being voyc't, did ſound ſo ſweet and ſhrill,</l>
               <l>That where the <hi>Swan</hi> and <hi>Cock</hi> were heard, did fill</l>
               <l>The ayre with ſuch an eccho, thither came</l>
               <l>Vpon that ſummons, both the blind and lame,</l>
               <l>Hungry and thirſty, poore, of all eſtates,</l>
               <l>And none but fully ſated at theſe gates.</l>
               <l>Long may your bounty laſt, and we rejoyce,</l>
               <l>To heare both City and the Country voyce</l>
               <l>Your Hoſpitality, to your loud fame,</l>
               <l>Whilſt Time indures, or <hi>Chriſtmas</hi> beares a name.</l>
               <l>And now great Lord and Lady both prepare,</l>
               <l>To know what <hi>Sports</hi> in agitation are.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>Truth preſenting the Maskers.</head>
               <l>Plaine <hi>Truth</hi> who onely hath the power</l>
               <l>To ſteare the way to <hi>vertues</hi> bower,</l>
               <l>By theſe cleare Tapers ſhining bright,</l>
               <l>Doth celebrate this joviall night.</l>
               <l>But by the Bird of <hi>Mars</hi> that crowes,</l>
               <l>I now perceive the morning growes.</l>
               <l>Her love to <hi>Phoebus</hi> to expreſſe,</l>
               <l>And put his ſteeds in glorious dreſſe</l>
               <l>Who ſhewes you what chaſte virgins dwell,</l>
               <l>Within the boſome of this Cell,</l>
               <l>Appeare then O thou treble Trine</l>
               <l>Of number, with the <hi>Muſes</hi> nine.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>(Appolloes</hi> ſacred daughters) ſtill</l>
               <l>Frequent about <hi>Pernaſſus</hi> hill.</l>
               <l>Or if you number them by Threes,</l>
               <l>The firſt are the three <hi>Charitces,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Handmaides to <hi>Venus, Graces</hi> ſtil'd,</l>
               <l>On whom their Father <hi>Iove</hi> ſtill ſmil'd.</l>
               <l>The ſecond <hi>Chorus</hi> doth containe</l>
               <l>Thoſe beauties, by the <hi>Trojan</hi> ſwaine</l>
               <l>On <hi>Ida</hi> judg'd: The third we call</l>
               <l>The <hi>Vertues</hi> Theologicall,</l>
               <l>
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                  <hi>Faith, Hope,</hi> and <hi>Love,</hi> haply meet here,</l>
               <l>To crowne the parting of the yeare,</l>
               <l>With Roſes freſh of <hi>Swan-</hi>like hew,</l>
               <l>Which from a royall Stemme firſt grew,</l>
               <l>And the brave <hi>Yorkiſts</hi> long ſince bore,</l>
               <l>Theſe <hi>vertues bower,</hi> doe beſt decore,</l>
               <l>Flowers redolent, which Heralds ſay,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Ianus</hi> doth weare, as well as <hi>May.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Farre may they ſpread, be ever ſeene,</l>
               <l>With milke white leaves, and branches greene,</l>
               <l>Folded in amorous twines together,</l>
               <l>Which <hi>Winter</hi> ne're may blaſt or wither.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>
                  <hi>A young witty Lad playing the part of</hi> Richard <hi>the third: at the Red Bull: the Author becauſe hee was intereſſed in the Play to incourage him, wrot him this Prologue and Epilogue. The Boy the Speaker.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>If any wonder by what magick charme,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Richard</hi> the third is ſhrunke up like his arme:</l>
               <l>And where in fulneſſe you expected him,</l>
               <l>You ſee me onely crawling, like a limme</l>
               <l>Or piece of that knowne fabrick, and no more,</l>
               <l>(When he ſo often hath beene view'd before.)</l>
               <l>Let all ſuch know: a Rundlet ne're ſo ſmall</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>s call'd a veſſell: being a Tunne; that's all.</l>
               <l>Hee's tearm'd a man, that ſhowes a dwarfiſh thing,</l>
               <l>No more's the Guard, or Porter to the King.</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>o Pictures in ſmall compaſſe I have ſeene</l>
               <l>Drawne to the life, as neare, as thoſe have beene</l>
               <l>Ten times their bigneſſe: Chriſtenmas loaves are bread,</l>
               <l>So's your leaſt Manchet: have you never read</l>
               <l>Large folio Sheets which Printers over-looke,</l>
               <l>And caſt in ſmall, to make a pocket booke?</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>o <hi>Richard</hi> is transform'd: if this diſguiſe</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>how me ſo ſmall a letter for your eyes,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="248" facs="tcp:4265:132"/>
You cannot in this letter read me plaine,</l>
               <l>Hee'l next appeare, in texted hand againe.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>The Epilogue.</head>
               <l>Great I confeſſe your patience hath now beene,</l>
               <l>To ſee a little <hi>Richard:</hi> who can win,</l>
               <l>Or praiſe, or credit? eye, or thinke to excell,</l>
               <l>By doing after what was done ſo well?</l>
               <l>It was not my ambition to compare,</l>
               <l>No envie, or detraction: ſuch things are</l>
               <l>In men of more growne livers, greater ſpleene,</l>
               <l>But in ſuch lads as I am, ſeldome ſeene.</l>
               <l>I doe, but like a child, who ſees one ſwim,</l>
               <l>And (glad to learne) will venter after him</l>
               <l>Though he be ſoundly duckt for't, or to tell</l>
               <l>My mind more plainely, one that faine would ſpell,</l>
               <l>In hope to read more perfect: all the gaines</l>
               <l>I expect for theſe unprofitable paines,</l>
               <l>Is, that you would at parting from this place</l>
               <l>Doe but unto my littleneſſe that grace</l>
               <l>To ſpie my worth, as I have ſeene dimme eyes</l>
               <l>To looke through ſpectacles, or perſpectives,</l>
               <l>That in your gracious view I may appeare,</l>
               <l>Of ſmall, more great; of coming far off, neare.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="prologue">
               <head>
                  <hi>A Prologue to the Play of Queene</hi> Elizabeth <hi>as it was laſt revived at the</hi> Cock-pit, <hi>in which the Author taxeth the moſt corrupted copynow im<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>printed, which was publiſhed without his conſent. I rologue.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>Playes have a fate in their conception lent,</l>
               <l>Some ſo ſhort liv'd, no ſooner ſhew'd, than ſpent;</l>
               <l>But borne to day, to morrow buried, and</l>
               <l>Though taught to ſpeake, neither to goe nor ſtand.</l>
               <l>This: (by what fare I know not) ſure no merit,</l>
               <l>That it diſclaimes, may for the age inherit.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="249" facs="tcp:4265:132"/>
Writing 'bove one and twenty; but ill nurſt,</l>
               <l>And yet receiv'd, as well perform'd at firſt,</l>
               <l>Grac't and frequented, for the cradle age,</l>
               <l>Did throng the Seates, the Boxes, and the Stage</l>
               <l>So much; that ſome by Stenography drew</l>
               <l>The plot: put it in print: (ſcarce one word trew:)</l>
               <l>And in that lameneſſe it hath limp't ſo long,</l>
               <l>The Author now to vindicate that wrong</l>
               <l>Hath tooke the paines, upright upon its feete</l>
               <l>To teach it walke, ſo pleaſe you ſit, and ſee't.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>Epilogue.</head>
               <l>The Princeſſe young <hi>Elizabeth</hi> y'have ſeene</l>
               <l>In her minority, and ſince a Queene.</l>
               <l>A Subject, and a Soveraigne: in th' one</l>
               <l>A pittied Lady: in the royall Throne</l>
               <l>A potent Queene. It now in you doth reſt</l>
               <l>To know, in which ſhe hath demeand her beſt.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>Vpon his Majeſties laſt birth-night, he being then thirty five yeares of age, and the Queene great with child.</head>
               <l>A Star appearing of bright conſtellation,</l>
               <l>More luminous than thoſe of the ſame ſtation,</l>
               <l>The powers Coeleſtiall much amaz'd there at</l>
               <l>To knovv the cauſe thereof, in Councell ſate,</l>
               <l>And ſummond <hi>Mercury</hi> the winged god</l>
               <l>To ſearch and find what wonder it might bode,</l>
               <l>Who brought them word that <hi>Lacheſis</hi> then drew</l>
               <l>A thread from <hi>Clothoes</hi> diſtaffe, which to' his view</l>
               <l>Was of ſuch ſplendor, and withall ſo fine,</l>
               <l>The ſubſtance gold) and of ſo cloſe a twine,</l>
               <l>No edge could ſunder, and that Star (ſo bright)</l>
               <l>Roſe five and thirty yeares ſince, as this night.</l>
               <l>You are (if time we may compute) by ſtory</l>
               <l>In the meridian of your age and glory.</l>
               <l>Your <hi>Cynthia</hi> too that ſhines by you ſo neare,</l>
               <l>And now with ſuch rare ſplendor fills her ſphere,</l>
               <l>
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Whoſe birth-dayes almoſt meete, as if that fate</l>
               <l>Would adde a double luſtre to your ſtate.</l>
               <l>Never may your two golden threds be ſpun.</l>
               <l>Whilſt the Moone guides the night, or day the Sun.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epilogue">
               <head>Epilogue.</head>
               <l>What Muſe ſo mute, but both with voice and ſtrings</l>
               <l>Will ſtrive to celebrate the births of Kings.</l>
               <l>Kings birth-dayes, of ſuch goodneſſe and renowne.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Ceres</hi> ſhould fill with plenty, <hi>Bacchus</hi> Crowne.</l>
               <l>Mirth ſhould exceed it's limite, Ioyes abound,</l>
               <l>And (after praiſe to heaven giv'n) Healths go round.</l>
               <l>No other language then let this night coyne,</l>
               <l>But <hi>Vive, vive la Roy, vive la Royne.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>
                  <hi>Spoken to the</hi> Palſgrave <hi>at his firſt comming over, in the preſence of his Majeſty, &amp;c.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>The bright hayr'd Comets are of all the beſt,</l>
               <l>Boading moſt good, when ayming towards the Weſt.</l>
               <l>(So Aſtrologians ſay) and when ſuch ſhine,</l>
               <l>Groſſe clowds they ſcatter, and the ayre refine.</l>
               <l>Now ſuch an one appeares; a glorious thing,</l>
               <l>As if the <hi>Eagle</hi> from her ſpatious wing</l>
               <l>Had her prime feather dropt, which to regaine,</l>
               <l>She (almoſt) would give <hi>Almaigne, Rome,</hi> and <hi>Spaine.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>A feather to be ſtuck in <hi>Venus</hi> fanne.</l>
               <l>The like to it, not <hi>Iunoes</hi> Peacock can</l>
               <l>In all her moon'd traine boaſt: may your fame flie,</l>
               <l>Mounted upon thoſe plumes that ſoare moſt hie:</l>
               <l>Of which, make two rare preſidents, We intreat,</l>
               <l>One of <hi>Charles</hi> little, th' other <hi>Charles</hi> the Great.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>Epilogus.</head>
               <l>A numerous fruit, ſprung from a golden Tree,</l>
               <l>Such (as old <hi>Atlas,</hi> was ne're-ſeene by thee</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="251" facs="tcp:4265:133"/>
In thine <hi>Heſperian</hi> orchard) long t' indure</l>
               <l>And proſper in the world: now growes mature.</l>
               <l>And the faire bloſſoms ready even to ſpread</l>
               <l>Their leaves abroad, and top the <hi>Eagles</hi> Head</l>
               <l>(The Roote ſtill ſafe) where-ever ſhall bee ſeene</l>
               <l>Scient, tranſplanted, may it ſtill grow greene,</l>
               <l>So may none iſſuing from King <hi>Iames</hi> his Stemme,</l>
               <l>But be thought fit to weare a Diadem.</l>
               <l>Would you a preſident by which to ſteare</l>
               <l>So faire a courſe? you may behold it here.</l>
               <l>If you to Honours <hi>Apex</hi> would attaine,</l>
               <l>Let the bright <hi>Starres</hi> that guide you be <hi>Charles</hi> waine.</l>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div type="elegies_and_epitaphs">
            <pb n="252" facs="tcp:4265:134"/>
            <head>Funerall ELEGIES and EPITAPHS.</head>
            <div type="elegy">
               <head>
                  <hi>A Funerall Elegie upon the death of the thrice noble Gentleman Sir</hi> George Saint Poole <hi>of</hi> Lincolne<hi>-ſhire my Country-man.</hi>
               </head>
               <lg>
                  <l>IT is a maxime, neither birth nor ſtate,</l>
                  <l>Honour nor goodneſſe can divert our fate.</l>
                  <l>If theſe, or more, that did in him accrew</l>
                  <l>(For theſe with his gifts valewd were but few)</l>
                  <l>Could doe't; St. Poole had liv'd to <hi>Englands</hi> good,</l>
                  <l>Since all theſe did nobilitate his blood.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Antiquity; which though it cannot ſave</l>
                  <l>From death, yet helpes to decorate the grave,</l>
                  <l>Heralds his gentry, and doth highly advance</l>
                  <l>His pedegree from the <hi>St. Pooles</hi> of <hi>France,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Which, from the Norman Innovation till</l>
                  <l>His expiration hath beene eminent ſtill.</l>
                  <l>That was his leaſt, though ſome extoll it moſt.</l>
                  <l>Of that which is not ours why ſhould we boaſt?</l>
                  <l>That's our beſt nobleneſſe which our vertues win,</l>
                  <l>Not that, to which w' are borne, and claime by kin.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>He was poſſeſt of both, and in full meaſure,</l>
                  <l>Did in his boſome many vertues treaſure,</l>
                  <l>Which on the earth hee did but put to lone,</l>
                  <l>He now in heaven receives them ten for one.</l>
                  <l>Vpheld he hath, and husbanded that fame</l>
                  <l>Which from his ancient Predeceſſors came.</l>
                  <l>Being much in him augmented: his revenue</l>
                  <l>Grac't, and ennobled by that faire retenue.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="253" facs="tcp:4265:134"/>
He kept about him ſtill not like this age,</l>
                  <l>Changing his traine, to a Foot-boy or a Page.</l>
                  <l>Free hoſpitality exil'd the Reame,</l>
                  <l>He tooke in charge, which like a plenteous ſtreame</l>
                  <l>On his full tables flow'd (now a ſtrange thing)</l>
                  <l>It rather ſeem'd a torrent than a ſpring,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>His hand was ever open, but before</l>
                  <l>All others, to the vertuous and the poore;</l>
                  <l>Not as moſt men are bounteous now; to thoſe</l>
                  <l>That either need not, or with cunning gloſe.</l>
                  <l>They that were neareſt boſom'd, knew, his heart,</l>
                  <l>Beyond all favour ſtill preferd deſert.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Religious zeale with which he was inſpir'd</l>
                  <l>Bove common meaſure, made him both admir'd,</l>
                  <l>And lov'd: beſides upon that honour'd place</l>
                  <l>Where he had voice, alwayes the poore mans caſe</l>
                  <l>He would firſt heare, and howſoe re the reſt</l>
                  <l>That ſate with him were ſwaid, favour'd th'oppreſt.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>In all moralities, as courteſie,</l>
                  <l>Bounty, love, generous affability,</l>
                  <l>And other of like kind, each way ſo rare,</l>
                  <l>He hath left few, that may with him compare.</l>
                  <l>Of Arts, a Patron to the learned, ſtill</l>
                  <l>A knowne <hi>Moecena's,</hi> and to all of skill</l>
                  <l>A favourer, witneſſe that annuall fee,</l>
                  <l>Which <hi>(Oxford)</hi> in his death he bequeath'd thee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But wherefore ſhould my duller Muſe aſpire,</l>
                  <l>To expreſſe what I better ſhould admire,</l>
                  <l>Which rather may extenuate, then with praiſe</l>
                  <l>Condigne, and worthy his high vertues raiſe.</l>
                  <l>Then, with the Country who his death deplore,</l>
                  <l>With theſe, whom he ſtill patroniz'd, the poore,</l>
                  <l>The wrong'd, who miſſe his juſtice, with the weale,</l>
                  <l>Which will ſoone want him, with the men of zeale,</l>
                  <l>And moſt religious; with the nobler ſpirits</l>
                  <l>With whom he was companion, Lords and Knights,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="254" facs="tcp:4265:135"/>
With his Allyes and friends; and with his traine</l>
                  <l>(Of ſervants, who have moſt cauſe to complaine</l>
                  <l>The loſſe of ſuch a Maſter, in's beſt yeares</l>
                  <l>Snatcht from the earth) my Muſe concludes in teares.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="elegy">
               <head>A Funerall Elegie upon a vertuous Maide, who dyed the very day on which ſhee ſhould have beene married.</head>
               <l>O <hi>Hymen</hi> change thy ſaffron weeds,</l>
               <l>To habit black and ſable:</l>
               <l>Change joyfull Acts, to Funerall deeds,</l>
               <l>Since nothing's firme or ſtable.</l>
               <l>My bridals are to burials turn'd,</l>
               <l>My day of mirth to ſorrow:</l>
               <l>Show me the man who moſt hath mourn'd?</l>
               <l>From him my griefe Ile borrow.</l>
               <l>In ſtead of love and ſecond life</l>
               <l>A dead corps I imbraced:</l>
               <l>Receiv'd a Coffin for a wife,</l>
               <l>With hearbs and flowers inchaced.</l>
               <l>Her beauty better had becom'd</l>
               <l>A Bride-bed than a grave:</l>
               <l>But envious fates her dayes have ſum'd</l>
               <l>And croſt what I did crave.</l>
               <l>All lovers that Have truely lov'd,</l>
               <l>Beare part in my laments:</l>
               <l>'Mongſt thouſands ſcarcely one hath prov'd</l>
               <l>My tragick diſcontents.</l>
               <l>Heaven mourne her death in ſtormy clouds,</l>
               <l>Seas, weepe for her in brine.</l>
               <l>Thou earth which now her body ſhrouds,</l>
               <l>Lament though ſhe be thine.</l>
               <l>That muſick which with merry Tones</l>
               <l>Should to a bridall ſound,</l>
               <l>Sigh out my griefe and paſſionate grones,</l>
               <l>Since ſhe is toomb'd in ground.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epitaph">
               <pb n="255" facs="tcp:4265:135"/>
               <head>
                  <hi>An Epitaph upon the death of Sir</hi> Philip Woodhouſe <hi>Knight Baronet.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>rom valiant <hi>John</hi> this <hi>Philip Woodhouſe</hi> ſprings</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ee (of the Chamber to the greateſt Kings</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>enry</hi> the fift) who'at famous <hi>Agincourt</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>oon that eternis'd Motto, <hi>Frappe fort,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>natcht from a noble Frenchman, when by force</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap> the mid-field, he beat him from his horſe,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>nd brought him priſoner, for which warlike deed,</l>
               <l>As Souldiers ſtill deſerve their valours meed)</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ll Heraldry hath to his Creſt allow'd</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> Hand and Club extended from a cloud.</l>
               <l>This <hi>John</hi> had iſſue <hi>Edward: Edward</hi> then</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Thomas:</hi> and <hi>Thomas, Roger:</hi> He agen</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Thomas,</hi> and <hi>Thomas, Roger,</hi> who was father</l>
               <l>To this Sir <hi>Philip,</hi> Him, whoſe duſt we gather,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>o mixe with his brave Anceſtors, the laſt</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>f ſixe ſucceſſive Knights whoſe fates are caſt;</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>hus was he borne, thus lineally deſcended,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>or whom this pious Sacred is commended.</l>
               <l>Ag'd ſixty one, Knighted in <hi>Spaine,</hi> and hee</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>f Baronets in ranck the fortieth three,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>y order and precedence, here now ſleepes,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>or whom this monumentall Marble weepes.</l>
               <l>Reader, who e're thou beeſt, conceive this done</l>
               <l>By the due office of a gratefull ſonne.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epitaph">
               <head>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap> Epitaph upon one Mr.</hi> Robert Honywood <hi>and his Mother, and of their numerous Iſſue.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>creaſe and multiply God ſaid: to thee</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>o doubt he ſpake O Honywood: for we</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>now, thou as Sire and Grandſire, haſt to Heaven</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>dded, of ſoules one hundred twenty ſeven,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>d yet thy mother did thee farre ſurmount</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>hree hundred ſixty ſeven, her age could count.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epitaph">
               <pb n="256" facs="tcp:4265:136"/>
               <head>Sacrum Amoris. Perpetuitati memoriae Katharinae Skip: obijt Anno ſalutis mille ſimo Sexcenteſimo Triceſimo. A<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>tatis ſuae, Viceſimo nono.</head>
               <l>Can foure weake lines compriſe her vertues? no,</l>
               <l>Not volumes can, here lyes beneath this ſtone,</l>
               <l>All that her ſex ſince <hi>Eve</hi> could learne or know,</l>
               <l>(Alas) where ſhall they harbour now ſhee's gone?</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epitaph">
               <head>
                  <hi>Of Mr.</hi> Thomas Skipp <hi>her husband ſince deceaſed, and buried in the ſame Tombe, whoſe Statue is plac't in a circle of Bookes, for the great love he bore to learning.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>What ſtronger circle can Art-magick find</l>
               <l>Wherein a Scholers ſpirit can be confind,</l>
               <l>Then this of Bookes? next how he ſpent his time,</l>
               <l>Scorning earths droffe to looke on things ſublime.</l>
               <l>So long thy love to learning ſhall be read,</l>
               <l>Whilſt fame ſhall laſt, or Statues for the dead.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epitaph">
               <head>
                  <hi>An Epitaph upon a worthy Gentlewoman whoſe name was</hi> Patience.</head>
               <l>Impatience, why from Patience ſhouldſt thou grow?</l>
               <l>Or why ſuch ſorrow raiſe from ſweet content?</l>
               <l>From pleaſures ſpring, why ſhould diſpleaſure flow?</l>
               <l>Or our late joyes turne to ſuch ſad lament?</l>
               <l>But that we ſee, as time to death is haſting,</l>
               <l>Nothing on earth is permanent and laſting</l>
               <l>Saving Impatience, ſorrow and diſpleaſure,</l>
               <l>Laments and ſtrange diſaſters that ſtill fall,</l>
               <l>The loſſe of ſolace, comfort and of treaſure,</l>
               <l>And of theſe nam'd this loſſe includeth all.</l>
               <l>A loſſe indeed this <hi>Grizels</hi> loſſe implyes,</l>
               <l>Since here with her all womens patience lyes.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epitaph">
               <pb n="257" facs="tcp:4265:136"/>
               <head>An Epitaph upon a vertuous young Gentlewoman, who after ſeven yeares marriage expired.</head>
               <l>Well borne, well bred, brought up with coſt and care,</l>
               <l>Sweet Infant, hopefull child, and virgin chaſte.</l>
               <l>Marriage which makes up women, made her rare,</l>
               <l>Matron and maide, with all choiſe vertues grac't,</l>
               <l>Loving and lov'd of all (her husband chiefe)</l>
               <l>Liv'd to our great joy, dyde to all our griefe.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epitaph">
               <head>Vpon a Toomb-ſtone which covereth the body of a worthy Citizen, on which is ingraven a white hand pointing to a Starre.</head>
               <l>Pure <hi>Heart,</hi> white <hi>hand,</hi> one ſhadowed, th'other ſeene,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>oints to a Starre, to ſhow what both have beene.</l>
               <l>The <hi>Heart</hi> devout: in life a conſtant giver,</l>
               <l>The <hi>Hand</hi> that gift, as ready to deliver,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> ſuch alternate goodneſſe, both agreeing,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>s ſeldome to be matcht when they had being.</l>
               <l>The <hi>Heart</hi> bequeath'd, the <hi>Hand</hi> did ſtill beſtow,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>oth reape in <hi>Heaven,</hi> what they on earth did ſow.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="elegy">
               <head>
                  <hi>Funerall Elegie upon the death of Miſtris</hi> Mary Littleboyes, <hi>Daughter to Maſter</hi> George Littleboyes <hi>of</hi> Aſhburnham <hi>in</hi> Suſſex, <hi>Eſquire.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>e was a virgin tall, as towards Heaven growing,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ho had ſhe by Emergent <hi>Venus</hi> ſtood,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>er dewy locks about her ſhoulders flowing,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>nd <hi>Cupid</hi> viewde them both at once) He woo'd</l>
               <l>Not able to diſtinguiſh one from th' other)</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ave leapt into her lap, there toyde and plaid,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                     <desc>••</desc>
                  </gap>d (though a maide) miſtooke her for his mother.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>faire ſhe was;</hi> But thus all beauties fade.</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> the choice vertues, morall and divine,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>hat ever grac't the ſex, compris'd in one,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="258" facs="tcp:4265:137"/>
Did in her faire breſt mutually combine,</l>
               <l>And where ſhall they find harbour now ſhee's gone?</l>
               <l>Whom heaven did love, who merited mans praiſe,</l>
               <l>Modeſt, wiſe, pious, charitable, chaſte,</l>
               <l>Whoſe vertues did in number paſſe her dayes,</l>
               <l>Now (woe the while) in darkneſſe ſleepes her laſt.</l>
               <l>Well borne, well bred, brought up with coſt and care,</l>
               <l>Of ſingular parts; the ſole admir'd 'mongſt many,</l>
               <l>In all her gracefull carriage, choiſe and rare.</l>
               <l>But what of theſe? we ſee death ſpares not any.</l>
               <l>Beſides all other rich decorements ſhe</l>
               <l>So ſweetly ſung, her voice did rapture breed,</l>
               <l>No ſpring-tide bird to her compar'd might be,</l>
               <l>Who <hi>Orpheus</hi> did, and <hi>Thamiras</hi> exceed.</l>
               <l>And what's of rare remarke; even all that day,</l>
               <l>(The ſaddeſt to her friends that ever came)</l>
               <l>When ſhe (ſweet ſoule) upon her death-bed lay,</l>
               <l>She to choiſe muſicall notes her voice did frame.</l>
               <l>Her Funerall Dirge the dying Swan ſo ſings,</l>
               <l>Then Angels waited to make up the Guire,</l>
               <l>And beare her ſoule on their celeſtiall wings,</l>
               <l>Vnto that place ſhee living did deſire.</l>
               <l>Were all the pens of Poets joyn'd in one,</l>
               <l>Dipt in like Inke, and ſworne, to write her true;</l>
               <l>Let them ſpend all their ſpirits on her alone,</l>
               <l>Yet can they not aſcribe to her her due.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Apollo</hi> write thy ſelfe, for this doth aske</l>
               <l>No humane skill, to give her merited praiſe.</l>
               <l>Thy <hi>Daphne</hi> dead, now take in hand this taske,</l>
               <l>Do't as it ought, and ever weare thy bayes.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epitaph">
               <head>
                  <hi>The Inſcription upon her Tombe-ſtone lying in</hi> Clerkenwell <hi>Church.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>Hereunder lyes a Casket, that containd</l>
               <l>A life unſpotted, and a ſoule unſtaind,</l>
               <l>A virgin chaſte, beyond example faire,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="259" facs="tcp:4265:137"/>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>or outward gifts remark't, for inward, rare,</l>
               <l>Of natures pieces, one the prime and choice,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>o nurturd, that for needle, booke and voice</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>re was unpeer'd: matchles in mind and face,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>nd all the vertues that her ſex moſt grace.</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ho after twenty yeares ſcarce fully expird,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>rriv'd at that ſafe port ſhe moſt deſird:</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> life, to friends and parents freſh joyes bringing:</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> death; to God ſweet <hi>Halelujaes</hi> ſinging.</l>
               <p>
                  <hi>Obijt Die Mart.</hi> 8. <hi>Anno Aetat.</hi> 20. <hi>An. ſalutis.</hi> 1636.</p>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div type="epithalamiums">
            <pb n="260" facs="tcp:4265:138"/>
            <head>Epithalamions or Nuptiall Songs.</head>
            <div type="acrostic_epithalamium">
               <head>An Epithalamion or Nuptiall Song upon a you ſweet vertuous Gentlewoman. F. L.</head>
               <head type="sub">An Acroſtick upon her name.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>F</hi>lame <hi>Himens</hi> torch with luſter cleere and bright,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>R</hi>are ſtarres breake from thee, ſuch as ſtill affright</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>A</hi>ll cloudy Omen hence: may you appeare</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>N</hi>ot aged to your ſelves; though time each yeare</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>C</hi>harge houres upon you, live together long,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>E</hi>ver (though old) ſtill to each other young.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>S</hi>mile O thou marriage Queene on this ſweet payre</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>
                     <hi>L</hi>ucina</hi> when her throwes of child-birth are,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>O</hi>ffer thy beſt helpe; Iſſue procreate</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>N</hi>umerous, and happy, free from all ſad fate,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>G</hi>row great, and good, and both theſe ſtill aſcending</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>E</hi>ver to laſt, and never to have ending.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>
                  <hi>Himens</hi> bleſſing upon the ſame.</head>
               <q>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Faelice<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>ter &amp; Amplius</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>quos Irrupta tenet Copulae.</hi>
                  </l>
               </q>
               <l>I bring you <hi>Himens</hi> bleſſing, hearts intire,</l>
               <l>Firſt warm'd, then kindled at his holy fire.</l>
               <l>The Grecian Ladies kept theſe nights to mirth</l>
               <l>Sacred, and from their marriage, not their birth</l>
               <l>Counted their age; This knot ſo doubly tyde</l>
               <l>May no diſaſter, or ſad fate divide.</l>
               <l>May peace and love in all your lookes be read,</l>
               <l>A plentious table, and a fruitfull bed</l>
               <l>Be never wanting, jealouſie and ſtrife</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="261" facs="tcp:4265:138"/>
Be farre exil'd, that a contented life</l>
               <l>May ſweeten all thoſe houres that are t'enſue.</l>
               <l>And as your Parents now rejoyce in you,</l>
               <l>May you in your bleſt Iſſue, and ſpread name,</l>
               <l>That when to them I kindle a new flame,</l>
               <l>As at this feaſt, where like occaſions meet,</l>
               <l>Both Sires and Grandſires may be proud to ſee't.</l>
               <l>And this to many generations prove,</l>
               <l>As the beſt fruits of true conjugall love.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>To a vertuous Gentlewoman at the parting from her own Fathers houſe, to live with her husband at her Father-in-lawes.</head>
               <l>May it pleaſe you thinke I am the place which now</l>
               <l>You ready are to part from, which whilſt you</l>
               <l>Were preſent, ſeem'd a paradiſe, and full</l>
               <l>Of all delights, but now growne ſad, and dull.</l>
               <l>Me thinkes it ſtands, as by an Earthquake ſhaken,</l>
               <l>When it perceives it is by you forſaken,</l>
               <l>And though it ſelfe all mute and ſilent be,</l>
               <l>Thinke that it's <hi>Genius</hi> doth ſpeake thus in me.</l>
               <l>Farewell ſweet Lady; all the choiſe delights,</l>
               <l>The comforts of the day, the joy of nights,</l>
               <l>The friendly houres (the handmaides unto time.)</l>
               <l>The ſeaſons: Winter, Auguſt, Summer, prime;</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>y day, the cheerefull Sun; by night, the Moone,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>eepe or awake, at midnight, or at noone,</l>
               <l>Protect you: All things happen to you well,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>o pleaſe your eye, your eare, touch, taſte, and ſmell.</l>
               <l>Where e're you walke, the ayre freſh breath bequeath you,</l>
               <l>The earth on which you tread, prove ſmooth beneath you.</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> ſtand, time ſtand ſtill with you, or ſeeme ſlow;</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> move, may Angels whereſoe're you goe</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ttend you; or if ſit; the chaire to eaſe you</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ove ſoft, as <hi>Iunoes</hi> throne. If ride, to pleaſe you</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ay your Caroch wheeles run as ſwift and faire,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> 
                  <hi>Venus</hi> Chariot mounted in the ayre.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="262" facs="tcp:4265:139"/>
If lye to reſt, then gently may yee ſleepe;</l>
               <l>Whom, He that made you ſweet, as ſweetly keepe.</l>
               <l>Your dreames be ſuch; that waking, you may ſay</l>
               <l>Darkneſſe to me as pleaſing was as day.</l>
               <l>So ſleepe, ſo wake, ſo walke, ſo ride, ſo reſt,</l>
               <l>With all contentments, treaſur'd in your breſt,</l>
               <l>Till this ſad houſe, which now you leave, to mourne,</l>
               <l>May be made joyfull in your quick returne.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="acrostic_poem">
               <head>
                  <hi>A nuptiall ſong, devoted to the Celebration of a Marriage betwixt Maſter</hi> Iames, <hi>and Miſtreſſe</hi> An. W. <hi>An Acroſtick.</hi>
               </head>
               <l>
                  <hi>I</hi>lluſtrious <hi>Himen,</hi> let this bridall feaſt</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>A</hi>bound in plenty of all choice delights,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>M</hi>ake it a laſting Iubilee, not leaſt</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>E</hi>nnobled by thee; all their tedious nights</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>S</hi>horten in pleaſure; To their future dayes</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>A</hi>dde length and light without eclipſe or cloud,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>N</hi>o unkind breath betwixt them tempeſt raiſe,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>N</hi>o word be heard too ſilent, or too loud.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>A</hi>nd when the full time of her Iſſue growes,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>(W</hi>hich may they prove as numerous as bleſt)</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>A</hi>wake <hi>Lucina</hi> to her painfull throwes,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>A</hi>nd ſummon <hi>Juno</hi> to prepare her reſt.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>D</hi>iſpoſe their boord, their bed; that they may find</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>E</hi>ach in their age, as in their youth like kind.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Song at their upriſing.</head>
               <l>Pack clouds away, and welcome day,</l>
               <l>With night we baniſh ſorrow:</l>
               <l>Sweet ayre blow ſoft, mount Larks aloft,</l>
               <l>To give my love good morrow.</l>
               <l>Wings from the wind to pleaſe her mind,</l>
               <l>Notes from the Larke Ile borrow:</l>
               <l>Bird prune thy wing, Nightingale ſing,</l>
               <l>To give my love good morrow,</l>
               <l>To give my love good morrow,</l>
               <l>Notes from them both Ile borrow.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="263" facs="tcp:4265:139"/>
Wake from thy neſt Robin red breſt,</l>
               <l>Sing birds in ev'ry furrow:</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>nd from each Bill let muſick ſhrill</l>
               <l>Give my faire love good morrow.</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>lackbird and Thruſh, in every buſh,</l>
               <l>Stare, Linet, and Cock-ſparrow:</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ou pretty Elves, amongſt your ſelves,</l>
               <l>Sing my faire love good morrow.</l>
               <l>To give my love good morrow,</l>
               <l>Sing Birds in every furrow.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>
                  <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> Anagram upon the name of the right honourable Sir</hi> Thomas Coventry, <hi>Lord Keeper of the great Seale, &amp;c.</hi>
               </head>
               <p>THOMAS COVENTRY.</p>
               <p>To charme out ſinne.</p>
               <lg>
                  <head>An Acroſtick upon the Anagram.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>
                        <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>o charme out ſinne,</hi> to you the power is given,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>aving your <hi>Caducaeus</hi> lent from heaven;</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> may your <hi>Mace,</hi> the Emblem of that power</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>akes good, and great: even to your lateſt houre</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ble them both in you: May you appeare</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>till Pilote to that Helme, which you now ſteare.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>onſcience your Court; in conſtancy perſever,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ppoſing what you have affronted ever,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>yce, howſoe're diſguis'd in vertues weeds.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nd as you have begun: ſo ſhall your deeds</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ot unremembred in the grave forſake you,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ime (here ſo ſpent) ſhall there immortall make you.</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ecorded it ſhall be what you have bin,</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> our juſtice being made <hi>To charme out ſinne.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="acrostic_poem">
               <pb n="264" facs="tcp:4265:140"/>
               <head>Another of the ſame.</head>
               <p>THOMAS COVENTRY.</p>
               <p>O Hye conſtant Mure.</p>
               <lg>
                  <head>An Acroſtick upon the Anagram.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>T</hi>he <hi>Hye and conſtant Mure</hi> girt you about,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>H</hi>edging your perſon in, from all detraction.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>O</hi>pen you lye not to the vulgar rowt,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>M</hi>aligning goodneſſe, and inclin'd to faction.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi>Fort you are, built on the Rock, not Sand,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>S</hi>table, all ſtormes of envie to withſtand.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>C</hi>ontinue in your juſtice, mercy, piety,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>O</hi>ppreſſion and extortion ſtill keepe under,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>V</hi>ertue, in which man comes moſt neere a Diety,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>(E</hi>xcellent Sir) ſhall your beſt merits wonder.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>N</hi>ever ſhall your uprightneſſe be forgot;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>N</hi>ever; a conſcience ſo unſtain'd and pure</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>T</hi>ime ſhall to <hi>Lethe</hi> leave, or ſcandall ſpot.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>R</hi>emaine it ſhall, whilſt Moone or Starres indure,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Y</hi>ou guarded ſtill, with an <hi>Hye conſtant Mure.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="acrostic_poem">
               <head>
                  <hi>Of the right Honourable Sir</hi> Henry Carey, <hi>Lord</hi> Hunſden, <hi>Earle of</hi> Dover, <hi>&amp;c.</hi>
               </head>
               <p>HENRY CAREY: <hi>The Anagram.</hi> Rayne Rich. <hi>An Acroſtick upon the Anagram.</hi>
               </p>
               <l>
                  <hi>H</hi>onored Sir, If content a Kingdome be,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>E</hi>ver raigne rich, grac't with that inward crowne,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>N</hi>one is (then you) in true nobility</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>R</hi>icher; in vertue, iſſue, or renowne,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Y</hi>ou need not feare fortunes inconſtant frowne.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>C</hi>onſcience unſtain'd, juſtice, integrity</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>A</hi> bound in you, by all which you are knowne.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>R</hi>emarkt you are for your ſincerity,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>E</hi>nnobled Sir, and in your bleſt poſterity</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Y</hi>ou ſhall raigne rich, ſtill making theſe your owne.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="acrostic_poem">
               <pb n="265" facs="tcp:4265:140"/>
               <head>
                  <hi>Of Sir</hi> Ranoulphe Crewe, <hi>once Lord Chiefe Iuſtice of</hi> England.</head>
               <p>
                  <hi>The Anagram.</hi> Now Helper, Crave. <hi>An Acroſtick upon the Anagram.</hi>
               </p>
               <l>
                  <hi>R</hi>are 'tis ſuch as have helpt, now helpe to crave,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>A</hi> preſident of this, in you we have,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>N</hi>one ever in your place of Iuſtice ſate,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>O</hi>r graver, or more wiſe to arbitrate,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>V</hi>owes you have kept made to the Iudge on hie,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>L</hi>yſtned, (as he doth) to the poore mans cry,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>P</hi>rotecting Widowes, Orphans, and indeed,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>H</hi>elping all ſuch as did your juſtice need.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>E</hi>minent Sir, your vertues are your ſhield,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>C</hi>onquering baſe envie who hath loſt the field,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>R</hi>eproacht, for ſo maligning your renowne,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>E</hi>ternity ſhall all your actions crowne,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>W</hi>hilſt thoſe that ſought your goodnes to deprave,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>E</hi>ver ſhall need your helping hand to crave.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="acrostic_poem">
               <head>
                  <hi>Of the moſt excellent Lady, the Lady</hi> Anna Carre, <hi>ſole daughter to the right Honourable</hi> Robert <hi>Earle of</hi> Somerſet, <hi>Knight of the Garter, &amp;c,</hi>
               </head>
               <p>ROBERT ANNA CARRE.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>The Anagram,</hi> Rarer cannot beare.</p>
               <lg>
                  <head>An Acroſtick upon the Anagram.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>R</hi>arer than you either for breſt or braine,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>O</hi> can the earth beare? or ſhall it againe</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ud a more hopefull bloome? with this new yeare</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>E</hi>ntring, by <hi>Janus</hi> leave, may you appeare</l>
                  <l>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> are Lady like bright <hi>Cinthia</hi> in her <hi>Carre,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>T</hi>hat's alwayes ſeene with ſome conſpicuous ſtarre.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="266" facs="tcp:4265:141"/>
Amply, Heaven hath indow'd you for a Bride,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>N</hi>one of your age more nobly qualifide.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>N</hi>one (than your ſelfe) more vertuous, chaſte and faire,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi>nd therefore worthy to be counted rare.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>C</hi>hallenge you may amongſt the vertues place,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi>nd to the former three, adde a fourth grace.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>R</hi>aptur'd I am, and I preſume, <hi>Iove</hi> would</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>R</hi>ayne in your lap, a liquid ſhowre of Gold</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>E</hi>ven now: did he your ſweet aſpect behold.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="acrostic_poem">
               <head>
                  <hi>Of that worthy and moſt religious Knight, Sir</hi> Paul Pindar. <hi>His Anagram.</hi>
               </head>
               <p>Prayer in <note n="*" place="margin">D. divus vel Sanctus.</note> D. Pauls.</p>
               <lg>
                  <head>An Acroſtick upon the Anagram.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>S</hi>ir <hi>Paul,</hi> of all that ever boare that name,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Y</hi>ou to Saint <hi>Paul</hi> moſt deare are, and may claime</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>R</hi>are priviledge; (I might ſay) above all</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>P</hi>riority, that beare the name of <hi>Paul.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> courſe like yours, how to continue prayers</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>V</hi>nto ſucceſſion, who hath left his heyres?</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>L</hi>et this your piety proceed to 'th full,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>P</hi>urſue your good worke, and bring on the dull</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>I</hi>nſenſible groſſe Earth-wormes, ſuch as priſe</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>N</hi>o god but gold, nor will be heavenly wiſe.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>D</hi>edicate on; make others like ſincere,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A</hi> noble preſident you ſhall appeare,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>R</hi>ead, whilſt old <hi>Ianus</hi> uſhers the new yeare.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <head>A Diſtick.</head>
                  <l>Saint <hi>Paul,</hi> Sir <hi>Paul,</hi> both traveld: one with care</l>
                  <l>To build Chriſts Church: <hi>Pauls</hi> th' other to repaire.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div type="epigrams">
            <pb n="267" facs="tcp:4265:141"/>
            <head>EPIGRAMS.</head>
            <div type="epigrams">
               <head>Epig. ex THEOD. BEZA.</head>
               <div n="1" type="epigram">
                  <head>1. To his Library having beene ſometime abſent thence.</head>
                  <q>
                     <l>Salvete incolumes mei Libelli,</l>
                     <l>Meae deliciae, mei lepores, &amp;c.</l>
                  </q>
                  <l>HAyle to my bookes ſafe and in ſight.</l>
                  <l>You, all my mirth; my choice delight.</l>
                  <l>My <hi>Cicero</hi> and <hi>Plinies</hi> both,</l>
                  <l>All haile to you; whom I was loath</l>
                  <l>To leave one minut: <hi>Cato, Columel,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>My <hi>Varro, Livy,</hi> all are well.</l>
                  <l>Hayle to my <hi>Plautus, Terence</hi> too,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Ovid</hi> ſay, how doſt thou doe?</l>
                  <l>My <hi>Fabius,</hi> my <hi>Propertius,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And thoſe not leaſt belov'd of us,</l>
                  <l>Greeke Authors, exquiſite all o're,</l>
                  <l>And whom I ſhould have nam'd before,</l>
                  <l>Becauſe of their Cothurnat ſtraine,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Homer</hi> then, whom not in vaine,</l>
                  <l>The people ſtil'd great: next I ſee</l>
                  <l>My <hi>Ariſtotle,</hi> hayle to thee</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Plato, Tymaus,</hi> and the reſt</l>
                  <l>Of you who cannot be expreſt</l>
                  <l>In a phaleucik number; all,</l>
                  <l>Hayle to my Bookes in generall</l>
                  <l>Againe, and thrice, againe all hayle,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="268" facs="tcp:4265:142"/>
And may my prayer thus far prevaile,</l>
                  <l>O you my beſt lov'd bookes I pray,</l>
                  <l>(For I have beene ſixe dayes away)</l>
                  <l>My abſence yee will not diſtaſte,</l>
                  <l>But with this love I left you laſt</l>
                  <l>You will receive me, which I vow,</l>
                  <l>Was fervent and ſincere to you,</l>
                  <l>And if you grant this ſmall requeſt,</l>
                  <l>I further unto you proteſt,</l>
                  <l>Henceforth from you Ile be away</l>
                  <l>No weeke, no weeke ſaid I? no day,</l>
                  <l>No day? no houre ſhall looſe my care,</l>
                  <l>No minutes ſpace that I can ſpare.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="2" type="epigram">
                  <head>2. <hi>Of</hi> Eraſmus, <hi>pictured but from the girdle
upwards.</hi>
                  </head>
                  <q>
                     <l>Ingens ingentem, quem perſonat orbis, Eraſmum,</l>
                     <l>Haec tibi dimidium picta tabella refert, &amp;c.</l>
                  </q>
                  <l>This painted table to thy view,</l>
                  <l>But halfe <hi>Eraſmus</hi> lends.</l>
                  <l>Of great <hi>Eraſmus,</hi> whoſe loud fame</l>
                  <l>Through the great world extends,</l>
                  <l>But why not his whole portraiture?</l>
                  <l>Ceaſe Reader to complaine,</l>
                  <l>He was ſo great that the vaſt earth</l>
                  <l>His fame cannot containe.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="3" type="epigram">
                  <head>3. <hi>Of</hi> Lucrece.</head>
                  <q>
                     <l>Si fuit ille tibi Lucretia, gratus adulter,</l>
                     <l>Immerito merita praemia morte petis, &amp;c.</l>
                  </q>
                  <l>If to thy bed the adulterer welcome came,</l>
                  <l>O <hi>Lucrece,</hi> then thy death deſerves no fame.</l>
                  <l>If force were offred, give true reaſon why,</l>
                  <l>Being cleare thyſelfe thou for his fault wouldſt dye?</l>
                  <l>Therefore in vaine thou ſeekſt thy fame to cheriſh,</l>
                  <l>Since mad thou fal'ſt, or for thy ſinne doſt periſh.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="4" type="epigram">
                  <pb n="269" facs="tcp:4265:142"/>
                  <head>4. <hi>Vpon the Venetian Hiſtory written by</hi> Petrus Bembus.</head>
                  <q>
                     <l>Clarae urbi Venetum, Debes natalia Bembe,</l>
                     <l>vrbs eadem clara eſt munere Bembe tuo.</l>
                  </q>
                  <l>O <hi>Bembus Venice</hi> in thy birth is fam'd,</l>
                  <l>And in thy worth the Cities worth proclaim'd,</l>
                  <l>Thou happy in that Citty, and agen,</l>
                  <l>It happy to have thee a Citizen;</l>
                  <l>Yet thou O <hi>Bembus</hi> by thy learned booke,</l>
                  <l>Gav'ſt back more to it, than from it thou tooke.</l>
                  <l>What thou receiv'ſt, was mortall, and muſt dy;</l>
                  <l>What thou returnſt, ſhall live eternally.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="5" type="epigram">
                  <head>5. <hi>Of</hi> Helionora <hi>the French Queene.</hi>
                  </head>
                  <q>
                     <l>Nil Helena vidit Phoebus formoſius una,</l>
                     <l>Te regina nihil pulchrius orbis habet.</l>
                  </q>
                  <l>Then <hi>Hellen Phoebus</hi> could no rarer view,</l>
                  <l>Nor all the world a fairer yeeld than you.</l>
                  <l>Both beautifull! yet you in this excell;</l>
                  <l>She brocht diſſention, diſcord you expell.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="6" type="epigram">
                  <head>6. <hi>Of</hi> Iohannes Secundus <hi>an excellent Poet of the</hi> Hage <hi>in</hi> Holland.</head>
                  <q>
                     <l>Excelſum ſeu condis opus magnique Maronis,</l>
                     <l>luminibus offerre ſtudes, &amp;c.</l>
                  </q>
                  <l>If an high worke thou undertak'ſt; to riſe</l>
                  <l>In <hi>Virgils</hi> ſtraine, and looke out with his eyes;</l>
                  <l>Or if light Elegies art pleas'd to ſing,</l>
                  <l>Such as from <hi>Ovids</hi> veyne were knowne to ſpring;</l>
                  <l>If to the ly'r of <hi>Pindarus</hi> thou fit</l>
                  <l>Thy various notes, to make him bluſh at it;</l>
                  <l>If thou make <hi>Belbulus</hi> his browes contort,</l>
                  <l>To ſee how he in Epigrams can ſport;</l>
                  <l>Theſe foure thou ſhalt excell: even thou alone</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Secundus,</hi> who art ſecond unto none.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="7" type="epigram">
                  <head>7. <hi>Againſt</hi> Philenus <hi>who carpt at</hi> Eraſmus.</head>
                  <q>
                     <l>Eraſmus ille, quo fatentur plurimi,</l>
                     <l>Nihil fuiſſe nec futurum doctius, &amp;c.</l>
                  </q>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Eraſmus</hi> whom as many ſay,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="270" facs="tcp:4265:143"/>
None ſhall or hath beene to this day</l>
                  <l>More learned: yet to thee thou gull,</l>
                  <l>Moſt ſtupid he appeares and dull,</l>
                  <l>And what aſperſions thou canſt frame</l>
                  <l>To calumniſe his noble name,</l>
                  <l>By thee or others are collected,</l>
                  <l>In hope to make him diſreſpected.</l>
                  <l>Barke ſtill <hi>Philenus</hi> with the reſt,</l>
                  <l>Since 'tis apparant to the beſt,</l>
                  <l>That learn'd <hi>Eraſmus</hi> much more knew,</l>
                  <l>Than is unknowne to all of you.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="8" type="epigram">
                  <head>8. <hi>To</hi> Lodovick Maſurus <hi>of his verſes made of the fall of</hi> Babylon.</head>
                  <q>
                     <l>Dum Maſuri rudiore tonas Babylona ruentem, Cantata eſt quanta Troja nec ipſa tuba, &amp;c.</l>
                  </q>
                  <l>Whilſt <hi>Maſurus</hi> thou with a lowder tongue</l>
                  <l>Soundſt <hi>Babels</hi> fall, then ever <hi>Troyes</hi> was ſong,</l>
                  <l>Thou haſt given cauſe <hi>Homer</hi> ſhould thee envie,</l>
                  <l>Or <hi>Maro</hi> (greater) that thou writ'ſt ſo hye,</l>
                  <l>Yet <hi>Maſurus</hi> one error may be found</l>
                  <l>In thy brave worke for all its ſtentors ſound,</l>
                  <l>That in ſo great a verſe thy fame purſuing</l>
                  <l>Thou buildſt for ever what thou ſtriv'ſt to ruin.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="9" type="epigram">
                  <head>9. <hi>Vpon three the moſt excellent Divines of</hi> France <hi>then living.</hi>
                  </head>
                  <q>
                     <l>Gallica mirata eſt Calvinum eccleſia nuper quo nemo docuit doctius, &amp;c.</l>
                  </q>
                  <l>The Church of <hi>France,</hi> late <hi>Calvin</hi> did admire,</l>
                  <l>Then whom no one more learn'd could teach.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Turellus,</hi> who to thunder did aſpire,</l>
                  <l>Then whom none could more ſtrongly preach.</l>
                  <l>The Honey tongud <hi>Viretus,</hi> He who ſtill</l>
                  <l>Nothing ſave ſweetnes doth deliver.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>France,</hi> thou by theſe maiſt ſav'd be if thou will,</l>
                  <l>Or elſe be loſt for ever.</l>
               </div>
               <div n="10" type="epigram">
                  <pb n="271" facs="tcp:4265:143"/>
                  <head>10. A compariſon betwixt Poets and Monkes.</head>
                  <q>
                     <l>Accipe Franciſco cur componamus Homerum,</l>
                     <l>Et Monachos, credo vatibus eſſe pares, &amp;c.</l>
                  </q>
                  <l>Receive, why the Franciſcan I compare</l>
                  <l>To <hi>Homer:</hi> and thinke Monkes and Poets are</l>
                  <l>Both like. <hi>Francis</hi> (we read of old) was blind,</l>
                  <l>And ſo was <hi>Homer,</hi> as we written find;</l>
                  <l>He of his eyes, the other in his mind.</l>
                  <l>A begger <hi>Francis</hi> was, <hi>Homer</hi> was poore,</l>
                  <l>And both ſung Hymnes at every rich mans dore.</l>
                  <l>The vaſt world both their rapſodies admires,</l>
                  <l>From the one's Poets, from the others Friers.</l>
                  <l>Poets at firſt in remote woods did dwell,</l>
                  <l>The Monkes at firſt chus'd out the Cave and Cell.</l>
                  <l>The Woods forſooke, the Monkes themſelves betake</l>
                  <l>Vnto the Townes, and Poets then forſake</l>
                  <l>The Groves to live in Cities: Night and day</l>
                  <l>The Poet ſings, and ſo the Monke doth bray,</l>
                  <l>And in their muſick both alike delight.</l>
                  <l>The Muſe the wanton Poet doth accite,</l>
                  <l>To have his <hi>Cinthia,</hi> and the ſhaven Frier</l>
                  <l>Not one alone, but many doth deſire.</l>
                  <l>With water if the Poet chance to meet</l>
                  <l>In ſtead of Wine, his verſe comes off unſweet.</l>
                  <l>And if unto the Monke you water bring</l>
                  <l>When he would drinke, he will but ſadly ſing.</l>
                  <l>The Poet when his Harpe's about him tyde,</l>
                  <l>His pleaſant notes moſt ſweetly will divide:</l>
                  <l>And ſo the Monke too will ſound nothing dull,</l>
                  <l>When as the Flagon at his girdle's full.</l>
                  <l>Th' one in an Atheiſts fury doth exclaime,</l>
                  <l>Th' other an Enthean rapture doth inflame,</l>
                  <l>And ſtill the Thvrſian favor he doth weare,</l>
                  <l>As th' other croſſes doth about him beare.</l>
                  <l>The victor Poets Mirtles and Bayes renowne,</l>
                  <l>And the Monkes honour is his ſhaven crowne.</l>
               </div>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <pb n="272" facs="tcp:4265:144"/>
               <head>
                  <hi>The excellent Poet</hi> George Buchanan, <hi>upon a Diamond cut like an Hart, and ſent from</hi> Mary <hi>Queene of Scots, to the moſt excellent Lady Queene</hi> Elizabeth.</head>
               <q>
                  <l>Non me materies facit ſuperbum,</l>
                  <l>Quod ferro Inſuperabilis quod igni, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>Not that my ſubſtance neither can be bow'd,</l>
               <l>Or flaw'd by fire or ſteele, doth make me proud,</l>
               <l>Nor clearnes wanting ſtaine, not that I ſtill</l>
               <l>Shine with perſpicuous light, not th' Artiſts skill</l>
               <l>Who gave me forme, and cloath'd me thus in gold,</l>
               <l>That I might ſeeme more glorious to behold:</l>
               <l>But if in me appeare the leaſt oſtent,</l>
               <l>It is becauſe I'am made to repreſent</l>
               <l>The heart of my ſweet Miſtreſſe, and ſo neare,</l>
               <l>That if the ſame Heart in her boſome were,</l>
               <l>With eyes to bee ſurvey'd, more conſtant none,</l>
               <l>More cleare, more ſpotleſſe could be look't upon,</l>
               <l>Both ſplenderous alike, and without ſtaine,</l>
               <l>In all things equall, ſave there doth remaine</l>
               <l>A difference in our hardneſſe: but to me</l>
               <l>A ſecond favour's lent, a hope to ſee</l>
               <l>Of you Heroick Lady, the bright face:</l>
               <l>Then which there cannot bee a greater grace.</l>
               <l>Hope of which grace I almoſt was bereft,</l>
               <l>After I once had my deare miſtreſſe left.</l>
               <l>O that my fate ſo much to me would daine,</l>
               <l>That I might in an adamantine chaine</l>
               <l>Linke your two hearts, in ſuch a ſtrong condition,</l>
               <l>As that no emulation, no ſuſpition,</l>
               <l>Nor ſpleene, nor age, nor hate, could break aſunder,</l>
               <l>So ſhould I of all ſtones be held the wonder.</l>
               <l>So I more bleſt were than all ſtones by far,</l>
               <l>So I more bright were than all ſtones that are.</l>
               <l>So then all ſtones I were more deare indeed,</l>
               <l>As I in hardneſſe doe all ſtones exceed.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <pb n="273" facs="tcp:4265:144"/>
               <head>
                  <hi>Of</hi> Chriſalus.</head>
               <q>
                  <l>Flava Ceres longi ſpes interceperat amti,</l>
                  <l>Aruerat pigro vin<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap> t<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ll<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> gel<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>.</l>
               </q>
               <l>Graine the long yeares hope in the eare doth pine,</l>
               <l>The tedious froſt doth pinch thy forward kine:</l>
               <l>Rot kills thy ſheepe, theeves ſteale thy gotes; and now</l>
               <l>Thy labouring Oxen periſh at the plow.</l>
               <l>Loſſe after loſſe when <hi>Chriſalus</hi> had found,</l>
               <l>And he himſelfe unwilling to be found</l>
               <l>Alone: when his whole ſtate was ceas'd, bethought</l>
               <l>To hang himſelfe ſo he might do't for nought.</l>
               <l>But ſoone that purpoſe in his mind was loſt,</l>
               <l>When he conſiderd what a rope would coſt,</l>
               <l>For he would die of free-coſt: he thinks then</l>
               <l>To kill himſelfe with a ſharpe ſword, but when</l>
               <l>He lookt about and ſaw none, nay ſaith he,</l>
               <l>To buy a ſword were too much charge for me.</l>
               <l>Hee then ſaith to himſelfe: doubtleſſe that knave</l>
               <l>The Sexton expects ſomething for my grave,</l>
               <l>And ſomewhat thoſe that put me in my ſhroud,</l>
               <l>And ſomewhat muſt the bearers' be allowd.</l>
               <l>The Prieſt, the candles, ringing of the bell:</l>
               <l>And prayers too, muſt coſt ſomewhat I know well.</l>
               <l>Therefore to ſave all charges, this I ſay,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>le drowne my ſelfe, and that's the cheapeſt way.</l>
               <l>He did ſo, And thus ſpeaking in his fall,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ee thus for nothing I diſcharge them all.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>In Romum.</head>
               <q>
                  <l>Non ego Romulea miror quòd paſtor in urbe</l>
                  <l>Sceptra gerat: paſtor conditor urbi<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> erat.</l>
               </q>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> wonder not a Shepheard <hi>Rome</hi> ſhould ſway,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> Shepheard <hi>Romes</hi> foundation firſt did lay,</l>
               <l>My wonder is ſince, <hi>Romulus</hi> the firſt</l>
               <l>That reard the ſame, was by a ſhee-wolfe nurſt,</l>
               <l>That even to theſe dayes as we plainely ſee,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>o many raging Wolves in <hi>Rome</hi> ſhould be.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="274" facs="tcp:4265:145"/>
This onely doth my admiration breed,</l>
               <l>A Wolfe ſhould keepe the fould, and the ſheepe feed.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>
                  <hi>An Epitaph upon</hi> Iacobus Sylvius.</head>
               <q>
                  <l>Silvius hic ſitus eſt gratis qui nil dedit unquam</l>
                  <l>Mortuus, &amp; gratis quod legis iſta dolet.</l>
               </q>
               <l>Here <hi>Sylvius</hi> lies, who when he liv'd</l>
               <l>Gave nothing, and being dead,</l>
               <l>He yet laments, that what's writ here,</l>
               <l>For nothing ſhould be read.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>Ex Angelo Politiano. Epigram In Pamphilum.</head>
               <q>
                  <l>Mittis vina mihi, mihi Pamphile vina ſuperſunt,</l>
                  <l>Vis mage, quod placeat mittere? mitte ſitim.</l>
               </q>
               <l>Thou ſendſt me wine O <hi>Pamphilus.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>I had enough at firſt.</l>
               <l>Wilt ſend me what ſhall better pleaſe?</l>
               <l>Then prethee ſend me thirſt.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>
                  <hi>Againſt</hi> Mabilius <hi>a bitter rayling Poet.</hi>
               </head>
               <q>
                  <l>Ore tibi pauci, ſed nulli in carmine dentes</l>
                  <l>quum ſint, atque illi ſunt putridi &amp; veteres, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>There be but few teeth in thy jawes,</l>
               <l>But in thy verſe are none,</l>
               <l>And thoſe thou haſt be rotten, or</l>
               <l>Their uſe by age is gone.</l>
               <l>And though thou canſt not bite at all,</l>
               <l>Yet barke thou doſt meane ſpace.</l>
               <l>Which ſhowes thee (though in ſhape a man,)</l>
               <l>Yet of a dogged race.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>Ex Accij ſinceri ſannazarij Neopolitani viri patricij. Epigram. <hi>Of the admirable City</hi> Venice.</head>
               <q>
                  <l>Viderat Adriacis Venetam Neptunus in undis,</l>
                  <l>Stare urbem &amp; toto p<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>nere jura Mari, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>
                  <hi>Neptune</hi> in th' Adriatick maine ſaw ſtand</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="275" facs="tcp:4265:145"/>
                  <hi>Venice</hi> whoſe power did all the Sea command,</l>
               <l>And ſaith, now <hi>Iove</hi> ſhow thy Tarpeian Towers</l>
               <l>And walls of <hi>Mars,</hi> unto this ſcite, now ours.</l>
               <l>If thou before the mighty Ocean dare</l>
               <l>The petty River <hi>Tiber</hi> to compare,</l>
               <l>Behold both Cities there give up this doome,</l>
               <l>The <hi>Gods</hi> built <hi>Venice, Men</hi> erected <hi>Rome.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>
                  <hi>Ex M. Anthonij Fla<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="3 letters">
                        <desc>•••</desc>
                     </gap>inij. Epigram. Of Cardinall</hi> Pooles <hi>Picture.</hi>
               </head>
               <q>
                  <l>Si velut egregia pictura maxime Pole,</l>
                  <l>Eſt expreſſa tui corporis effigies, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>Great <hi>Poole,</hi> as in that excellent Table wee</l>
               <l>The picture of thy body plaine may ſee,</l>
               <l>So could one paint the beauty of thy mind,</l>
               <l>No rarer thing, we on the earth could find.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>
                  <hi>Of a faire gilt Bowle ſent unto him from</hi> Benedict Accoltus <hi>Cardinall.</hi>
               </head>
               <q>
                  <l>Hanc pateram Chio ſpumantem autoque nitentem</l>
                  <l>Accoltus vati donat habere ſuo, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>This golden Cup ſwelling with Chios juyce,</l>
               <l>Given by Accoltus to his Poets uſe,</l>
               <l>Part of this wine <hi>Bacchus</hi> to thee I ſend,</l>
               <l>And part to thee <hi>Apollo,</hi> I commend.</l>
               <l>Now Muſes take the Cup, and it brim-fill</l>
               <l>With Nectar, which may to my braine diſtill,</l>
               <l>That worthy thankes I may <hi>Accoltus</hi> give,</l>
               <l>In ſuch high verſe as may for ever live.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>
                  <hi>Ex Mario Molſa. Of the City</hi> Rome <hi>being late waſted by the Germanes.</hi>
               </head>
               <q>
                  <l>Flagrati cineres ſi nunc Catilina videret,</l>
                  <l>Imperij &amp; Latium conſenuiſſe decus.</l>
               </q>
               <l>Th' Empires burnt aſhes didſt thou now behold</l>
               <l>O <hi>Catiline,</hi> and her glory waxt ſo old,</l>
               <l>The Capitoll, and high Tarpeian ſpires,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="276" facs="tcp:4265:146"/>
Couldſt thou but view defac't by forraigne fires,</l>
               <l>Now coverd in long ruines, thou wouldſt run,</l>
               <l>And loudly cry, This by the gods was done.</l>
               <l>For amongſt mortall men, what's he once durſt</l>
               <l>Doe this to <hi>Rome,</hi> which I had menac't firſt?</l>
               <l>O how much better had it beene that I</l>
               <l>Had beene the cauſe of all thy miſery!</l>
               <l>Whil'ſt buried <hi>Rome</hi> from darknes thou doſt ſtrive</l>
               <l>To raiſe (O <hi>Blondus)</hi> and keepe ſtill alive</l>
               <l>Dead <hi>Romulus</hi> and <hi>Remus:</hi> by thy wit,</l>
               <l>They a rude City did erect, but it</l>
               <l>Thy labour hath re-built, making it ſhine</l>
               <l>So to the world, tis almoſt held divine.</l>
               <l>And though the barbarous Foe it overthrew,</l>
               <l>Thy laſting verſe, hath ſtill repaird it new.</l>
               <l>A Tombe to thee, triumphant <hi>Rome</hi> did give,</l>
               <l>That it to thee, and thou to it maiſt live.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>Ex Antonio Titaldeo. An Epitath upon Joannes Mirandula.</head>
               <q>
                  <l>Ioannes jacet hic Mirandula, caeter<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> norunt.</l>
                  <l>Et Tagus &amp; Ganges, forſan &amp; Antipodes.</l>
               </q>
               <l>
                  <hi>Mirandula</hi> here tombed lies;</l>
               <l>Wouldſt thou know more? aske theſe,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Tagus</hi> and <hi>Ganges</hi> beſt knows, and</l>
               <l>Perhaps the <hi>Antipodes.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>
                  <hi>Ex Benedicti Theocreni. Epigram. Upon a Comet which</hi> Lewes <hi>of</hi> Savoy <hi>ſaw a little before his death.</hi>
               </head>
               <q>
                  <l>In feſtum ſibi cum ſciret Ludovica Cometam,</l>
                  <l>Seque peti: Illius crinibus horrificis, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>A bearded ſtar when <hi>Lewes</hi> did eſpy,</l>
               <l>With horrible aſpect his life to threat,</l>
               <l>Loe here, a Torch ſaith he that from on high</l>
               <l>Lights me to heaven, (his ſpirit was ſo great.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <pb n="277" facs="tcp:4265:146"/>
               <head>
                  <hi>Ex Joanne ſecundo Hagienſi. Of one</hi> Charinus <hi>who had married a deformed wife.</hi>
               </head>
               <q>
                  <l>Nuper Charine conjugem,</l>
                  <l>Vidi tuam, tam candidam, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>
                  <hi>Charinus</hi> I beheld of late,</l>
               <l>Thy wife ſo ſweet, ſo delicate,</l>
               <l>So faire, ſo chaſte, ſo neat, ſo fine,</l>
               <l>That almoſt I could wiſh her mine.</l>
               <l>And if great <hi>Iove</hi> would give me three,</l>
               <l>In all reſpects but ſuch as ſhee</l>
               <l>I two would unto <hi>Pluto</hi> grant,</l>
               <l>To take away that paravant.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>
                  <hi>Ex Henrici Stephani Epigram. Of</hi> Phillis <hi>who was delivered within five moneths after her marriage.</hi>
               </head>
               <q>
                  <l>Ante legitimum ſtatumque tempus,</l>
                  <l>Cum puerpera facta Phillis eſt.</l>
               </q>
               <l>
                  <hi>Phillis</hi> late married as 'tis ſed,</l>
               <l>Before her time was brought a bed;</l>
               <l>The noiſe of which, (to her diſgrace)</l>
               <l>Was ſpoken of in every place.</l>
               <l>Which brought to her by one ſhe knew,</l>
               <l>Who told her how ſuch rumor grew,</l>
               <l>She ſmil'd, and thus excus'd the crime,</l>
               <l>The vulgar miſ-compute the time:</l>
               <l>Nine moneths I know they will allow</l>
               <l>A teeming woman, and I now</l>
               <l>Exceed that limit; Five months hee</l>
               <l>Tis well knowne, hath beene wed to mee,</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>o five moneths I to him have beene</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>n wedlock joyn'd, then where's the ſinne?</l>
               <l>Adde five moneths unto five, and then</l>
               <l>Who knowes not but they make up ten?</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <pb n="278" facs="tcp:4265:147"/>
               <head>
                  <hi>Upon</hi> Pompe's <hi>death.</hi>
               </head>
               <q>
                  <l>Dux Pharia quamvis jacu Inhumatus arena,</l>
                  <l>Non ideo fati eſt ſaevior ira tui, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>Though thou great Duke inhum'd doſt lie</l>
               <l>Vpon the Pharian ſhore,</l>
               <l>Blame not the fates who thought thereby</l>
               <l>To honor thee the more.</l>
               <l>Vnworthy was the earth thy bones,</l>
               <l>Which thou ſubdude by force;</l>
               <l>Onely the Heavens, and they alone</l>
               <l>Were worthy of thy Coarſe.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>
                  <hi>Ex Ioanne Colta. Of the City</hi> Verona.</head>
               <q>
                  <l>Verona, qui te vider it,</l>
                  <l>Et non amârit protinus</l>
                  <l>A more perditiſſimo, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>
                  <hi>Verona</hi> whatſoere hee be,</l>
               <l>Who when he firſt ſhall looke on thee,</l>
               <l>It doth not his affection move</l>
               <l>To dote on thee with perdit love,</l>
               <l>I thinke he not himſelfe reſpects;</l>
               <l>And that he wants true loves affects,</l>
               <l>His ſences are not in good ſtate,</l>
               <l>Nay all the graces he doth hate.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>
                  <hi>Ex Petro Bo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>bo. An Epitaph upon one</hi> Thebaldaeus <hi>an excellent Muſitian.</hi>
               </head>
               <q>
                  <l>Qui ripis te ſaepe ſuis ſtupuere Canentom,</l>
                  <l>Eridanus Tiberiſque; parens ille, hic tuus Hoſpes, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>
                  <hi>Eridanus</hi> and <hi>Tiberis</hi> flood,</l>
               <l>Who when upon their bankes thou ſtood,</l>
               <l>Admir'd thee ſinging (in one bred</l>
               <l>And by the other nurſt and fed)</l>
               <l>Moſt credible it is that thou</l>
               <l>In the Elyſian fields ſingſt now,</l>
               <l>And mak'ſt ſuch muſicke with thy tongue,</l>
               <l>That all the Gods about thee throng.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <pb n="279" facs="tcp:4265:147"/>
               <head>
                  <hi>Ex Baltaſſer Caſtlli<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ne. An Epitaph upon a Virgin whoſe name was</hi> Gratia.</head>
               <q>
                  <l>Siſte viator, dum proper as hoc aſpice marmor,</l>
                  <l>Et leg<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>, ni plores, tu quoque marmor eris, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>Stay Travailer, and looke upon</l>
               <l>This Marble ere thou part.</l>
               <l>Read here, and if thou dropſt no teares,</l>
               <l>Thou likewiſe marble art.</l>
               <l>Sweet <hi>Grace</hi> is dead, for cruell death</l>
               <l>Takes both the faire and wiſe,</l>
               <l>(Alas the while) and here beneath</l>
               <l>This ſtone, intombed lyes,</l>
               <l>She both her ſiſters tooke along,</l>
               <l>So that we now may ſay</l>
               <l>All the three graces in her death</l>
               <l>Did periſh in one day.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="epigram">
               <head>
                  <hi>Ex Antonio Caſanova. Of</hi> Lucrece.</head>
               <q>
                  <l>Dicite, cum melius cadere unte Lucretia poſſet,</l>
                  <l>Cur potius voluit poſt ſcelus illa mori.</l>
               </q>
               <l>Why <hi>Lucrece</hi> better might her ſelfe have ſlaine</l>
               <l>Before the act, than after her black ſtaine,</l>
               <l>Can any tell? no crime ſhe did commit,</l>
               <l>For of all guile, her hand did her acquit.</l>
               <l>Her raviſher ſhe ſlew by that brave ſtroke,</l>
               <l>And from her Countries neck tooke off the yoke.</l>
               <l>From thine owne hand thy death moſt willing came,</l>
               <l>To ſave thy Country, and preſerve thy fame.</l>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="280" facs="tcp:4265:148"/>
            <head>In praiſe of Archery.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>BRave Archery what rapture ſhall I raiſe.</l>
               <l>In giving thee thy merit, and due praiſe?</l>
               <l>Divine thou art, as from the Gods begot:</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Apollo</hi> with an arrow <ref target="#S13368.NOTE10.C">Python</ref> ſhot,</l>
               <l>And <hi>Cupid</hi> the faire <hi>Venus</hi> ſonne we know</l>
               <l>Is alway figured with his ſhafts and Bow.</l>
               <l>The chaſte <hi>Dlana</hi> with her Nimphes in chaſe,</l>
               <l>Will with no other armes their ſhoulders grace.</l>
               <l>A mighty Bow the great <hi>Alcides</hi> drew,</l>
               <l>When he (to ſave his bride) the Centaur ſlew.</l>
               <l>It is the powerfull hand of Heaven that bends</l>
               <l>The all-coloured Rainbow that ſo farre extends,</l>
               <l>Before the Tormentary art was found,</l>
               <l>The jarring ſtring did make the dreadfulſt ſound.</l>
               <l>And that invulner'd Greeke unskard, by ſteele</l>
               <l>Was ſhot, and ſlaine by <hi>Paris</hi> in the heele.</l>
               <l>The naked Indian doth on armor lack</l>
               <l>His bow being bent, and quiver at his back.</l>
               <l>And the wild Tartar doth no danger feare,</l>
               <l>His arrow nockt, and ſtring drawne to his eare.</l>
               <l>The Parthian in this practiſe hath ſuch skill,</l>
               <l>That when he flies he can ſhoot back and kill.</l>
               <l>For us; What forraigne Chronicles, but ſing</l>
               <l>Our honours purchaſt by the Gray-gooſe wing?</l>
               <l>Brave <hi>Cordelion</hi> with a feathered band</l>
               <l>Beat the proud Soldan from the holy Land.</l>
               <l>O what an honour did the Black Prince gaine,</l>
               <l>When he with Engliſh Archers conquerd <hi>Spaine!</hi>
               </l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>So ancient, ſo divine, ſo nobly fam'd;</l>
               <l>(Yet for the bodies health there's nothing nam'd.)</l>
               <l>It is an exerciſe (by proofe) we ſee</l>
               <l>Whoſe practiſe doth with nature beſt agree.</l>
               <l>Obſtructions from the liver it prevents,</l>
               <l>Stretching the Nerves and Arty'rs gives extents</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="281" facs="tcp:4265:148"/>
To the ſpleenes oppilations, cleares the breſt</l>
               <l>And ſpungy lungs: It is a foe profeſt</l>
               <l>To all conſumptions: More, what need I name?</l>
               <l>The State approves it for a lawfull game.</l>
               <l>What woon our honour, is now made our ſport,</l>
               <l>Witnes <hi>Poicteirs, Creſſy,</hi> and <hi>Agincourt.</hi>
               </l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <head>
               <hi>Upon a Booke late publiſhed by one</hi> Bird <hi>a Coachman, calld</hi> Byrds <hi>buſineſſe.</hi>
            </head>
            <lg>
               <l>Reader, who ere thou beeſt; approach man,</l>
               <l>And heare the Iornall of a Coachman,</l>
               <l>(In which he is not too prolix)</l>
               <l>Who with two Horſes, foure, or ſix,</l>
               <l>If let him have a good Poſtillion,</l>
               <l>Shall drive with any for a Million.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>We read in Stories long agon,</l>
               <l>That there was one <hi>Antomedon,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Great <hi>Hectors</hi> Charioter, Another</l>
               <l>Who of the ſame trade was a brother</l>
               <l>Whom <hi>Archeptolemus</hi> men name,</l>
               <l>And hee, <hi>Achilles</hi> ſteeds did tame.</l>
               <l>Theſe could their Horſes turne, and wind,</l>
               <l>And check, and curb them to their mind,</l>
               <l>Wheeling with many a ſtrange <hi>Meander,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>In the moſt famous field <hi>Scamander.</hi>
               </l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>I wonder <hi>Homer</hi> was ſo raſh</l>
               <l>To praiſe thoſe expert in the laſh,</l>
               <l>But he was ignorant and blind,</l>
               <l>Who knew not <hi>Byrd</hi> ſhould come behind.</l>
               <l>Who had he liv'd then; might King <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </hi>
               </l>
               <l>Have ſerved, or great <hi>Agamemnon,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>And taught their Palphre yes how to draw,</l>
               <l>But they alas to him were raw.</l>
               <l>I muſt confeſſe they had the braines,</l>
               <l>In the day time to guide the raines,</l>
               <l>And in plaine ground to uſe the whip,</l>
               <l>And one another to outſtrip.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="282" facs="tcp:4265:149"/>
But this our Bird, although no Owle,</l>
               <l>His Horſe is able to controule,</l>
               <l>And them to governe I dare ſay,</l>
               <l>(And guide) as well by night as day,</l>
               <l>As in his travels may appeare,</l>
               <l>Which largely are diſcourſed there.</l>
               <l>And though I know not how, or when,</l>
               <l>Yet all deſcrib'd by his owne pen.</l>
               <l>In which to exceed ſo much he ſtrives</l>
               <l>That whether he better writes or drives</l>
               <l>May well be queſtioned; Reader judge,</l>
               <l>Pay for thy Booke, and doe not grudge.</l>
               <l>And now if any queſtion make</l>
               <l>In this worke he did undertake,</l>
               <l>Why he in number or in rime,</l>
               <l>Should ſo much faile? obſerve the time</l>
               <l>And place withall, where theſe were writ.</l>
               <l>And he no doubt will both remit.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Neither doth it the Author, wrong,</l>
               <l>To make one verſe ſhort, the other long,</l>
               <l>As you may find oft in his booke,</l>
               <l>He ſuites them to the way he tooke.</l>
               <l>If any line againſt his will</l>
               <l>Goe lagging on: he drove up-hill.</l>
               <l>Againe: If any paſſe it's length,</l>
               <l>Downe hill he ran, and had not ſtrength,</l>
               <l>Though take unto him all his force,</l>
               <l>Either to ſtop it, or his horſe.</l>
               <l>I will appeale to all who uſe</l>
               <l>The trade, and they will that excuſe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>When he was driving in even way,</l>
               <l>The verſe runs ſmooth (perceive you may)</l>
               <l>But being rough, then thinke he feeles</l>
               <l>Some deepe foule ſlough to clogge his wheeles.</l>
               <l>Here in his praiſe my ſayle I ſtrike,</l>
               <l>Let any Coachman doe the like.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="283" facs="tcp:4265:149"/>
            <head>Againſt a baſe and infamous Balladder, who disperſt a ſcandalous riming Libell, in which hee malitiouſly traduced the noble exerciſes weekely practiſed in the Artillery Garden.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>What mightſt thou be I wonder? whoſe bald rime</l>
               <l>Thus railes againſt the vertues of our time,</l>
               <l>Of what birth? name? what nation? what degree?</l>
               <l>Since thou conceal'ſt theſe from the world and me,</l>
               <l>I will enquire: well-bred thou art not ſure;</l>
               <l>No generous ſpirit could ever yet indure</l>
               <l>To heare a Souldier branded: Such love Armes,</l>
               <l>And grace the practiſe of our loud alarmes,</l>
               <l>Our quick and active poſtures they admire,</l>
               <l>Which teach us when to charge, and when retire.</l>
               <l>This proves thee borne out of ſome dunghill race,</l>
               <l>That nere durſt looke a Souldier in the face.</l>
               <l>Then of what name? I'ſt ſo dark and obſcure,</l>
               <l>Or elſe ſo blur'd, it dares not now indure</l>
               <l>The Sunne and Day? but Owle-like is it gone,</l>
               <l>And forfeited to night? or haſt thou none?</l>
               <l>Or waſt once good? let this afflict thee moſt,</l>
               <l>Thou art halfe hang'd, for thy good name is loſt.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then of what Country? Didſt thou never heare</l>
               <l>Of <hi>Talbot, Norris, Eſſex, Sidney, Vere?</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Or haſt thou of our conquering Princes read,</l>
               <l>And durſt affirme thou wert in <hi>England</hi> bred,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Scotland</hi> or <hi>Ireland?</hi> Kingdomes, that ſtill affoord</l>
               <l>Armes Nurſery, and Souldiers of the ſword?</l>
               <l>Sure th'art not French; unleſſe thou wert begot</l>
               <l>In their diſeaſe, the pock<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>, and therefore not</l>
               <l>Sound in thy joynts, and that's the cauſe, thou here</l>
               <l>Rayl'ſt 'gainſt theſe Armes thou haſt not limbs to beare.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then from what Country, nation? from what ſtraine</l>
               <l>Canſt thou derive thy being? not from <hi>Spaine,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>For all their prid's in Armes, a Souldiers name</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="284" facs="tcp:4265:150"/>
As the earths glory, at which moſt they ayme.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>To <hi>Italy</hi> for birth-right ſhouldſt thou flye,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Caeſar</hi> himſelfe would give thee then the lye,</l>
               <l>With thouſand valiant Romanes, and all ſweare</l>
               <l>A Groome ſo baſe had never breeding there.</l>
               <l>So of all others; Nay thy impudent worke</l>
               <l>Would bluſh the very perſon of a Turke.</l>
               <l>Their Baſhaes and their Ianiſaries be</l>
               <l>Bold Leaders, and approv'd for Chivalree.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Were not the Worthies Souldiers? (worthles ſlave,)</l>
               <l>A title that antiquity firſt gave,</l>
               <l>To eternize them; and others to aſpire</l>
               <l>To the like height; That we might ours admire,</l>
               <l>As former ages them: For thy degree</l>
               <l>I cannot thinke how I may cenſure thee.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Art thou a Citizen? and canſt repine</l>
               <l>At practiſe of ſuch needfull diſcipline?</l>
               <l>If ſo; thou art ſome baſtard, and 'twere pitty</l>
               <l>But all like thee were ſpew'd out of the City.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thou art no Scholler; Arts and Armes conſpire.</l>
               <l>Schollers praiſe Armes, we Souldiers Arts admire.</l>
               <l>Nay art thou Chriſtian? that with rymes ſo vaine</l>
               <l>Durſt taske the divine Pulpit? O prophane</l>
               <l>And irreligious wretch: good ſubject? No</l>
               <l>Such thou art not, whoſe obſcene meeters flow</l>
               <l>To'th jangling Muſick of each Fidlers ſtring,</l>
               <l>Gainſt that which Patrons Country, peace, and King.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Since neither then good Subject, Chriſtian; nor</l>
               <l>One that loves Arts; whom City doth abhor,</l>
               <l>And Country hath diſclaim'd, one whom no clime</l>
               <l>But is aſham'd to challenge, whoſe baſe ryme</l>
               <l>Hath forfeited his name, and obſcure birth</l>
               <l>From every language, Nation, from all earth;</l>
               <l>I thus conclude. To which ſound Drum and Fife</l>
               <l>He' hath loſt his name, why ſhould hee keepe his life?</l>
            </lg>
            <trailer>FINIS.</trailer>
         </div>
      </body>
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         <div type="annotations">
            <div xml:id="S13358.NOTE1" type="part">
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               <head>The ANNOTATIONS upon PROCUS <hi>and</hi> PUELLA.</head>
               <p>IN this Dialogue (to whoſe Author I am not able to give a meriting character) I preſume there is nothing conteined which doth deviate either from modeſty or good manners. It is onely a meere expreſſion, of what is, or ought to be, betwixt a young man and a maide, in the initiating of their affection, the proſecution of their love, and the perfecting of their contract. Here is neither chil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diſh diſcourſe, looſe language, or any impertinency, which is not agreeable, with wholſome inſtance, and commen<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dable example. For in all marriages there is to bee ob<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſerv'd, Parity in birth. For as <hi>Dion</hi> ſaith: <hi>Diſparity in Wedlock is a great enemie to love:</hi> then conformity in educa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion, and laſtly equality in ſtate. The firſt begetteth ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quaintance, the ſecond confirmeth it, and for the laſt we read <hi>Euripides</hi> thus: women without dowry cannot claime the priviledge to ſpeake their owne thoughts: And <hi>Menander</hi> ſaith: That man is moſt unhappy who marri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth being poore, and raiſeth his fortunes by a rich maide or widdow. But howſoever marriage in itſelfe is hono<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rable: in ſo much that <hi>Homer</hi> informeth us, That the La<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dyes of <hi>Greece,</hi> uſed to count their yeares from the time of their Nuptials, not the day of their Nativity, as for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>getting all the time of their virginity, and intimating, they were never to bee ſaid truely to live, till they came to that ſtate, legally to lend life unto others, which was by lawfull wedlock. Imagine then this our <hi>Pamphilus</hi> prov'd an happy husband, and <hi>Maria</hi> a fortunate wife: He a provident Father, and ſhee the fruitfull mother of
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a numerous and thriving iſſue. They bleſt in their chil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dren, and their children alternatly in them: For ſo i<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> (for the moſt part) hapneth in all ſuch contracts. Where vertue over-ruleth vanity, and reaſon ſwayeth paſſion and affection. Of him I may ſay with <hi>Boethius, lib.</hi> 2. <hi>Metr.</hi> 8.</p>
               <q>
                  <l>Hic &amp; conjugij ſacrum</l>
                  <l>Caſtis nectit amoribus.</l>
               </q>
               <l>With the ſacred Nuptiall tye,</l>
               <l>His chaſt love did well comply.</l>
               <p>And to doe her the beſt right I can, I make bold to borrow thus much from the Poet <hi>Statius, lib. Silvar.</hi> 5.</p>
               <q>
                  <l>Si Babylonis opes, Lydae ſi pondera gaza</l>
                  <l>Indorumque dares, &amp;c.</l>
               </q>
               <l>If thou the Babylonian wealth ſhouldſt proffer,</l>
               <l>Or rifle (for her) the rich Lydians coffer;</l>
               <l>The potent wealth couldſt thou before her lay,</l>
               <l>From <hi>India</hi> brought; or that from <hi>Affrica?</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Yet rather then tranſgreſſe her nuptiall vow,</l>
               <l>She would chooſe death not caring where, nor how.</l>
               <q>Et quo non poſſum corpore, mente feror.</q>
            </div>
            <div xml:id="S13368.NOTE2" type="part">
               <head>Annotations upon the Dialogue of EARTH and AGE.</head>
               <p>
                  <hi>(a)</hi> MEaning <hi>Io</hi> transformed into a <hi>Cow,</hi> by <hi>Iupiter</hi> (who had before ſtuprated her) to conceale her from the jealouſie of his wife <hi>Iuno:</hi> the whole ſtory you may
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read in the Dialogue intituled <hi>Iupiter</hi> and <hi>Io:</hi> ſhee lived in the yeare of the world 2200. according to <hi>Hel.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(b)</hi> The Sibils were in number ten. <hi>Perſica, Libyca, Delphica, Erithraea, Samia, Helleſponti<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ca, Tiburtina, Albinces, <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 word">
                        <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                     </gap>, Cumana:</hi> of theſe you may read <hi>Varro, Gellius, Au<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guſtin, Suidas,</hi> and <hi>Lactantius.</hi> And of the long life of <hi>Cu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mana, Uirgil</hi> in his Aeneids.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(c) Aſcraean,</hi> ſo titled from <hi>Aſcra</hi> a Towne in <hi>Boetia,</hi> neare unto the mount <hi>Helicon,</hi> where the famous Poet <hi>Heſiod</hi> was borne, from which place hee had the ſirname <hi>Aſcraeus.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(d)</hi> King <hi>Cyrus,</hi> becauſe he had a Steed whom he much loved, drowned in the river <hi>Ganges:</hi> to be revenged ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>of, cauſed ſo many currents to bee cut, that hee dryed the Channell.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(e)</hi> It hath reference to the great battaile fought by <hi>Hannibal</hi> againſt the Romanes neare unto the Village <hi>Cannas,</hi> where he ſlew 80. thouſand in that one conflict: from thence the people of <hi>Italy</hi> are call'd <hi>Cannenſes.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(f)</hi> Concerning the Hiſtory of <hi>Phaeton,</hi> and his ſiſters, I referre you to the reading of <hi>Ovid,</hi> where it is with great elegancy deſcribed. <hi>Metamorph.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(g)</hi> You may read the like of <hi>Niobe</hi> the daughter of <hi>Tantalus,</hi> and wife to <hi>Pelops:</hi> who had ſixe Sonnes, and ſixe Daughters, all which <hi>Latona</hi> the mother to <hi>Apollo</hi> and <hi>Diana,</hi> (in whom are figured the Sunne and the Moone) cauſed to be ſlaine, for the pride of <hi>Niobe,</hi> who preſumed to compare with her: for griefe whereof ſhee loſt her ſpeech, and remained ſtupid and without motion, which gave the Poets occaſion to feigne that ſhe was changed into a marble ſtatue. <hi>Calviſ.</hi> reporteth that ſhee lived in the yeare of the world, 2240.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(h) Euridice</hi> was the wife of <hi>Orpheus,</hi> who flying from <hi>Ariſtheus</hi> who would have raviſhed her, was ſtung with a Serpent, of which ſhe dyed. <hi>Orpheus</hi> tooke his harpe, And went to Hell for her, and by his excellent Muſick ſo far
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wrought with <hi>Pluto</hi> and <hi>Proſerpine,</hi> that they ſuffered him to beare her thence, but upon condition, that he ſhould not looke backe upon her till hee had paſt the infernall ſhades, and came to the upper light, which through his over love hee breaking, ſo loſt her. The fable is thus moralliz'd, <hi>Euridice</hi> ſignifieth the ſoule of man, and <hi>Or<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pheus</hi> the body to which the ſoule is married. <hi>Ariſtaus</hi> is true happineſſe which would gladly raviſh the ſoule, but ſhee flying through graſſy fields and medowes, is at length ſtung to death by a Serpent, that is, by the blan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>diſhments of immoderate pleaſure: ſhe then deſcends in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>to Hell, which implyes dull and deepe melancholy, with the trouble of a perplext conſcience, where ſhee is reſcu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ed by comfortable muſick. But ſo, that unleſſe ſhee ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mit herſelfe to the rule of reaſon, ſhee ſhall quickly fall againe into the ſame agony: ſhe lived in the yeare 1700. according to <hi>Natal Comes.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(i) Aſtianax</hi> was the Sonne of <hi>Hector</hi> and <hi>Andromache,</hi> who after the taking of <hi>Troy,</hi> was by the Grecians preci<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pitated from an high tower and ſo ſlaine.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(k) Aegaeus</hi> was the Sonne of <hi>Neotune,</hi> and King of <hi>Athens,</hi> in whoſe raigne King <hi>Minos</hi> of <hi>Creete</hi> to revenge the death of his Sonne <hi>Androgous,</hi> made moſt cruell warre on the Athenians, forcing them yearely to ſend ſeven Noblemens Sonnes into <hi>Creete</hi> to bee devoured by the monſter <hi>Minotaurus.</hi> Three yeares this continued, and in the fourth the lot (amongſt others fell upon <hi>Theſius,</hi> the elect Sonne of the King, who being of a noble and heroick courage, put them in great hope that he was able to kill the monſter: At his departure his father in joyn'd him, that if the ſhip hee went in returned proſperouſly he ſhould ſet up a white flagge in token of victory, and pluck downe the black one which they then bore in ſigne of mourning. But after when <hi>Theſeus</hi> by the counſell of <hi>Ardiane</hi> daughter to King <hi>Minos</hi> had overcome the mon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſter, and with a clew of thread eſcaped the labyrinth,
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ſayling homewards againe with joy towards his Coun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>try, he forgot his fathers commandement concerning the white flagge. The old King much longing to ſee the ſafe returne of his ſonne, uſed every day to aſcend an high promontory, which overlooked the Sea, to take view of all ſuch ſhips as paſt that way, at length knowing his ſons ſhippe, and ſeeing the ſame ſable flagge in the top, with which they firſt launched from that ſhoare, ſuppoſed hee had beene dead, and therefore ſurcharged with griefe, caſt himſelfe headlong from the rocke into the Sea, which was after cald by his name <hi>Aegeum mare.</hi> He lived in the 48. yeere after Athens was firſt made a Kingdome; and in the yeare of the world 2680. about the time that <hi>Gideon</hi> judged Iſrael.</p>
               <p>(l) <hi>Iocaſte</hi> was the mother of <hi>Oedipus,</hi> who after her firſt husbands death marryed with him, being her owne naturall ſonne, (but not knowing ſo much) by him ſhee had <hi>Eteocles</hi> and <hi>Polynices,</hi> who in a ſingle combat ſlew one another, and they alſo dyed miſerably.</p>
               <p>(m) <hi>Dedalus</hi> was the ſonne of <hi>Micion</hi> borne in Athens, the moſt excellent Artificer of theſe times. He made the Labyrinth into which <hi>Minos</hi> put him, and his ſonne <hi>Icarus,</hi> at length having got feathers and wax, he made thereof artificiall wings for himſelfe and his ſonne, and ſo flew from Crete into Sardinia, and thence to Cuma, where he built a Temple to Apollo, but <hi>Icarus</hi> in the way ſoared ſo high, that the beames of the Sunne, mel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted the wax, and his wings failing him, by that diſaſter he fell into the Sea, from it hath ſtill retained the name of <hi>Mare Icarium,</hi> the Icarian Sea, according to that of <hi>Ovid.</hi>
               </p>
               <q>Icarus Icarijs nomina fecit aquis.</q>
               <p>(n) <hi>Progne</hi> was the daughter to King <hi>Pandion,</hi> who becauſe her husband <hi>Tereus</hi> King of Thrace, had ravi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſhed her ſiſter <hi>Philomela,</hi> and after cut out her tongue, ſhe having notice thereof, in a barbarous revenge, at a
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feaſt dedicated to <hi>Bacchus:</hi> ſlew her ſon <hi>Itis,</hi> and after dreſt his limbs, and ſerved them up to her husbands table, &amp;c. She lived about the yeare of the world 2510. according to <hi>Helv.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(o) <hi>Autonoe,</hi> was the daughter of <hi>Cadmus</hi> and <hi>Her<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mione,</hi> who much lamented the death of <hi>Acteon.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(p) <hi>Antigone,</hi> was daughter of <hi>Oedipus</hi> King of Thebes, who when her blind father was baniſhed, tooke upon her to leade him, and afterwards being at the buriall of her two brothers <hi>Eteocles</hi> and <hi>Polynices</hi> with <hi>Argia,</hi> was ſlaine by the command of King <hi>Creon,</hi> whoſe murder <hi>Theſeus</hi> ſoone after revenged.</p>
               <p>(q) <hi>Coloſſae vel Coloſſis,</hi> was a towne of Phrygia, neare unto Laodicea, which was demoliſht by an earth-quake in the time of <hi>Nero.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(r) Memphis was built by King <hi>Ogdous,</hi> and tooke name of his daughter (ſo called) it is a great and ſpa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cious City in Egypt, famous for the Pyramides and ſtate<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly ſcpulchers of King there ſet up: it is at this day called <hi>Alcayrum,</hi> or Grand-Cayre.</p>
               <p>(ſ) <hi>Mauſolus,</hi> was King of Caria, to whoſe memory his wife <hi>Artimeſia</hi> reared a moſt ſumptuous Tombe which was reckoned one of the ſeven wonders of the world, this Monument was reared in the yeare of the world 3590.</p>
               <p>(t) It hath reference to the ſtately Temple of <hi>Diana</hi> in the City of Epheſus: which was afterwards maliciouſly burnt downe by <hi>Heroſtratus.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(v) <hi>Tarpeian</hi> alludeth to <hi>Tarpeia,</hi> a Veſtall virgin in Rome, who covenanting with the Sabines their ene<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mies, to betray the Capitoll, for the bracelets they wore on their left armes, when they entred the City, and ſhe ſtood ready to receive that which ſhe had contracted for, in ſtead of their bracelets, they caſt their Targets upon her, by which ſhe was ſmothered and preſſed to death: this happened in the yeare of the world 3205. The Tar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>peian
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Mount was ſo called becauſe ſhe was there buried, and <hi>Jupiter</hi> was ſirnamed <hi>Tarpeius,</hi> becauſe there worſhip<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ped.</p>
               <p>(w) By Getick weapons are meant theſe which the Getae uſed, a people of Scythia in Europe, <hi>Aelius Spartan.</hi> From them derives the Nation of the Goths, who after conquered Italy and Rome.</p>
               <p>(x) By <hi>Minerva's</hi> Altar, is intended that which ſtood in the Temple of <hi>Pallas</hi> within the City of Troy, where <hi>Achilles</hi> at his marriage to <hi>Polyxena</hi> daughter to King <hi>Priam</hi> and <hi>Hecuba</hi> was ſlaine by <hi>Paris.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(y) They were called <hi>Garamantes</hi> of <hi>Garamus,</hi> a King of Lybia, who built a City there, which he called after his owne name: their Country lyeth along by the banke of Numidia, in a tract of ground from the Atlanticke Ocean, by the river Nilus. They were held in old time to be the fartheſt people Southward.</p>
               <p>(z) The Sauromat's are a Septentrionall Nation which ſome Authors, as <hi>Ortelius</hi> and <hi>Scaliger</hi> held to be the inhabitants of Ruſſia and Tartaria.</p>
               <p>(a) <hi>Helena</hi> was in her Nonage firſt rap't by <hi>Theſeus</hi> before her mariage to <hi>Menclaus</hi> King of Sparta, and after by <hi>Paris</hi> raviſht, and carried to Troy.</p>
               <p>(b) <hi>Atrides,</hi> were the two brothers, <hi>Agamemnon</hi> and <hi>Menelaus,</hi> ſo called from their father <hi>Atreus.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(c) <hi>Alcinous</hi> was King of the Phoeacians, and lived in Corcyra, who much delighted in Orchards and Gar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dens. (d) The Swans are cald Caiſtrian birds, from the river Caiſter, where they are ſaid to breed in great num<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ber.</p>
               <p>(e) <hi>Penelope</hi> the wife of <hi>Vlyſſes,</hi> famous for her beauty and conſtancy.</p>
               <p>(f) <hi>Dido</hi> was otherwiſe called <hi>Eliſa,</hi> the daughter of <hi>Belus</hi> King of Tyre, and eſpouſed to <hi>Sychaeus,</hi> one of <hi>Her<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cules</hi> Prieſts, whom her brother <hi>Pigmalion</hi> ſlue for his wealth, ſhe after built the famous Citty Carthage, and
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in the end (as <hi>Virgil</hi> relates) kild herſelfe for the love of <hi>Aeneas.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(g) <hi>Leucades</hi> two beautifull ſiſters, rapt by the two fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mous brothers <hi>Caſtor</hi> and <hi>Pollux,</hi> the ſonnes of <hi>Laed<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>
                  </hi> the mother of <hi>Helen,</hi> who was compreſt by <hi>Jupiter.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(h) <hi>Cato,</hi> for his auſterity cald <hi>Cenſorius.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(i) <hi>Hippolitus,</hi> the ſonne of <hi>Theſeus</hi> and <hi>Hyppolita</hi> the Amazon, who when his father was abroad, his ſtep<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mother <hi>Phaedra</hi> ſollicited him to inceſtuou love, which he refuſing, ſhe accuſed him to his father that he would have forced her, but when hee perceived him to give cre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dit to her falſe information, he tooke his Chariot and horſes to flie his fury, but by the way his ſteeds being frighted with Sea-calves, ran with him to the moun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>taines, and daſhed the Coach in pieces, and him alſo, he lived in the yeare of the world, 2743.</p>
               <p>(k) The <hi>Driades</hi> were Nymphae, or <hi>Sylvarum Dea,</hi> that is Wood-fayries or <hi>Druides.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(l) <hi>Croeſus</hi> a rich King of Lydia.</p>
               <p>(m) <hi>Craſſus</hi> ſurnamed <hi>Marcus,</hi> thericheſt man amongſt the Romanes, who held no man worthy to be cald rich, who could not within his yearely revenue maintaine an Army: hee was extremely covetous, and managed warre againſt the Parthians, by whom, both hee and thirty thouſand Romanes were ſlaine, and becauſe the barba<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rous enemy conjectured that hee made an aſſault upon them for their gold: therefore they melted a great quan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tity, and powred it into his dead body, to ſate him with that, with which in his life time; hee could never be ſa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tisfied. He lived in the yeare of Romes foundation 693. and before the Incarnation 57.</p>
               <p>(n) <hi>Midas,</hi> a rich King of Phrygia who asked of <hi>Bac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chus</hi> whom he feaſted, that whatſoever he touched might be turned into gold, &amp;c. He lived in the yeare of the world 2648. about the time that <hi>Debora</hi> judged Iſrael.</p>
               <p>(o) <hi>Priam</hi> King of Troy potent in wealth, and ſtrength,
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but after ſlaine, and his Citty utterly ſubverted by the Grecians.</p>
               <p>(p) <hi>Pigmalion,</hi> an avaritious King (before ſpoken of) brother to Queene <hi>Dido.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(q) <hi>Catiline,</hi> a ſeditious Conſpiratour of Rome whoſe plots were brought to light by <hi>Marc Cicero</hi> then Conſull of Rome with <hi>Antonius.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(r) <hi>Marius,</hi> one that was ſeven times Conſull of Rome, and after much peſtered the Citty, by the diviſion betwixt him and <hi>Sylla:</hi> He lived the yeare before the In<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>carnation 65.</p>
               <p>(ſ) <hi>Mezentius,</hi> was King of the Tyrenians, remem<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bred by <hi>Virgil</hi> in his Aeneids, to be a great contemner of the gods.</p>
               <p>(t) <hi>Calpe,</hi> is one of the hills in Spaine, called <hi>Hercu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>les</hi> Pillars.</p>
            </div>
            <div xml:id="S13368.NOTE3" type="part">
               <head>Illuſtrations upon <hi>Timon Miſanthropos.</hi>
               </head>
               <p>(a) <hi>SAlmoneus,</hi> was ſaid to be the ſonne of <hi>Eolus,</hi> not he whom the Poets feigne to be the god of the winds, but one of that name, who raigned in the Citty of Elis in Greece. He willing to appeare unto his ſub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jects to be a God, and no man, and ſo to aſſume unto himſelfe divine adoration, made a bridge of braſſe over a great part of the Citty, over which he uſed to hurry his Chariot, whoſe wheeles were ſhod with rough iron, thinking therby to imitate <hi>Joves</hi> thunder, for which inſo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lence, <hi>Iupiter</hi> being juſtly incenſt againſt him, ſtroke him with a true thunder-bolt, and ſent him quicke to hell.
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A type of pride, juſtly puniſhed.</p>
               <p>(b) <hi>Mandragora,</hi> an herbe ſo called, becauſe it beareth Apples ſweet ſmelling, of an extraordinary greatnes, the Latines call it <hi>Malum terrae, id eſt,</hi> the Apple of the earth It is that which we call the Mandrake.</p>
               <p>(c) <hi>Deucalion,</hi> was the ſonne of <hi>Prometheus,</hi> and mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ried <hi>Pyrrha</hi> the daughter of <hi>Epimetheus.</hi> Whilſt he raigned in Theſſaly came the univerſall Deluge, which drowned all the world, only he and his wife, got into a ſhip and ſaved themſelves: their veſſell firſt touching on the hill Pernaſſus, where the dry land firſt appeared, which was meerely a fiction of the Poets, who had heard or read of the generall Innundation, in him figuring <hi>Noah</hi> and his Arke. Others thinke that this floud happened onely in Greece and Italy, and that in the yeare of the world 2440. after <hi>Noahs</hi> floud 744.</p>
               <p>(d) Lycoris Mount, by which <hi>Lucian</hi> intends no other than the two topt Pernaſſus, before ſpoken of.</p>
               <p>(e) <hi>Epimenides,</hi> was a Poet of Creet, whom Saint <hi>Paul</hi> in his Epiſtle (as <hi>Beza</hi> is of opinion) cited. It is re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ported of him, that his father ſending him into the field to keep his Cattell, by chance he light into a Cave where he ſlept 75. yeares, whence a Proverb againſt all ſloathfull men grew, <hi>Vltra Epimenidis ſomnum dormiſti, id eſt,</hi> Thou haſt ſlept beyond the ſleep of <hi>Epimenides.</hi> At his returne he found his brother a very old man, by whom he un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>derſtood, all that happened in his abſence, and was af<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter worſhipped as a god. He lived in the yeare of the world 3370. much about the time of the deſtruction of H<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>eruſalem, &amp;c.</p>
               <p>(f) <hi>Cibels</hi> Prieſts, they were called <hi>Corybantes,</hi> of one <hi>Corybantus,</hi> the prime of her firſt attendants. They in all the celebrations of her feaſts, uſed to dance madly, bea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting upon brazen Cimbals, making a confuſed noiſe, from whence ſuch Inſtruments were called, <hi>Aera Cory<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bantia:</hi> when they danced about the ſtreets their cuſtome
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was to begge mony of the people, from whence they tooke the denomination of <hi>Collectores Cibeles,</hi> or <hi>Circulato<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>res, id eſt.</hi> Iuglers: theſe firſt inhabited the mount Ida in Phrygia &amp;c.</p>
               <p>(g) <hi>Phineus,</hi> was a King of Arcadia, and the <hi>Harpia</hi> were the daughters of <hi>Pontus</hi> and <hi>Terra,</hi> dwelling in Ilands, partly by Sea, partly by land, ſo called, <hi>â rapiende,</hi> or ravening: they are feigned to be fowles, with faces like virgins, and hands like tallons or clawes. Some call them <hi>Iupiters</hi> dogs: and theſe, whatſoever the forenamed King provided to eate, ſnatcht from his table, and gree<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dily devoured: they were after deſtroyed by <hi>Hercules.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(h) <hi>Tantalus,</hi> was the ſonne of <hi>Jupiter</hi> and <hi>Plota,</hi> the Nymph, grandfather to <hi>Agamemnon,</hi> and <hi>Menelaus,</hi> who entertaining certaine of the gods at a banquet, to make tryall of their divinity, killed, dreſſed, and ſerved his ſon <hi>Pelops</hi> at the feaſt; which fact, the gods after they had diſcovered, ſo abhorr'd, that for the loathſome banquet he made them, they provided him another as diſtaſtfull, for being confined to hell, they ſet him in water up to the chin, and ripe Apples above his head touching his lips, yet gave him not power to ſtoope to the one to quench his thirſt, nor reach to the other, to ſatisfie his hungry appetite. But for <hi>Pelops</hi> his ſonne, ſo miſerably maſſa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cred, <hi>Iupiter</hi> revived him, and for his ſhoulder which <hi>Ceres</hi> unadviſedly had eaten up, he made him one of Ivo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry; who after this went and ſojourned with <hi>Oenomaus</hi> the father of <hi>Meleager,</hi> and <hi>Deianira,</hi> which as <hi>Helv.</hi> re'<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ports, was about the yeare of the world 2650.</p>
               <p>(i) <hi>Danaus</hi> daughters: This <hi>Danaus</hi> was a King of the Argives, and dwelt in the City Argus. He called the Country, formerly called <hi>Achaia, Danaae,</hi> and the gene<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rall Nation of the Grecians, <hi>Danai.</hi> He had fifty daugh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ters, whom he cauſed to ſlay in one night the fifty ſons of his brother <hi>Aegyptus,</hi> to whom they were wedded, for whch theywere puniſhed by the gods with a perpetual I
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corment, namely that with bottomleſſe pales, they were to fill a tunne without a bottome. They lived in the yeare of the world, 2510.</p>
               <p>(k) <hi>Cyclopes,</hi> they were ſo called becauſe they had but one eye, and that was orbicular and round, they were <hi>Vulcans</hi> miniſters, and forg'd or fram'd his thunder<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bolts, there are three amongſt them themoſt eminent, according to the Poets, namely, <hi>Brontis, Sterope,</hi> and <hi>Pirachmon,</hi> they were mighty great men, and called Giants, &amp;c.</p>
               <p>(l) <hi>Dis,</hi> is the god <hi>Pluto,</hi> who taketh that denomi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nation <hi>â divitijs,</hi> of riches, becauſe they are dig'd and torne from the bowels of lower parts of the earth.</p>
               <p>(m) Theſe names, <hi>Pythias, Dromus, Tibias, Hyperbolus,</hi> and the like, are given according to the Authours fan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cy, or perhaps aiming at ſome particular men of like con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dition then living.</p>
               <p>(n) <hi>Nireus,</hi> a faire young man, whom <hi>Homer</hi> loved, and whoſe beauty he much extolled.</p>
               <p>(o) <hi>Cecrops,</hi> was alſo called <hi>Biformis;</hi> he was the firſt King of Athens, and firſt invented amongſt them mar<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riage; he found out Images, builded Altars, and offered Sacrifices amongſt the Greekes. He erected the Citty of Athens, and called it after his owne name <hi>Cecropia,</hi> he flouriſh'd in the yeare of the world 2394. ſoone after the birth of <hi>Moſes.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(p) <hi>Dithy<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ams,</hi> were ſongs ſung in honour of <hi>Bac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>chus.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>(q) <hi>Areopagitae.</hi> Iudges or Senatours amongſt the Ather<g ref="char:EOLunhyphen"/>nians, ſo called of the place where they ſate.</p>
               <p>(r) <hi>Erictbeides,</hi> whom ſome think to be <hi>Ericthonius,</hi> or <hi>Ericthaeus,</hi> the fourth King of Athens; he firſt found one the uſe of Coaches, becauſe his ſeet were deformed. Hs lived in the yeare of the world 2463. about eleven yeare after Iſraels departure out of Egypt.</p>
            </div>
            <div xml:id="S13368.NOTE4" type="part">
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               <head>Annotations upon <hi>Nireus, Therſites, &amp;c.</hi>
               </head>
               <p>(a) <hi>NIreus</hi> was a young man amongſt the Greekes who came to the warres of Troy, whoſe beauty and feature <hi>Homer</hi> in his Iliades mightily com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mended: to whom I referre ſuch as deſire to be more fully ſatisfied of him.</p>
               <p>(b) <hi>Therſites,</hi> a miſhapen and deformed Captaine in the Grecian Hoſt, as crooked in minde as body, who bit<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>terly railing againſt <hi>Achilles,</hi> he being mightily inra<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ged againſt him, ſlue him with a blow under the eare; his deformity was ſo great, that from thence aroſe a Proverbe which hath continued even to this day, <hi>Ther<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſite foedior,</hi> aſperſt upon any ſtigmatick, and crooked fel<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>low; you ſhall reade him fully deſcribed and characterd by <hi>Homer</hi> in his firſt and ſecond booke of Iliads.</p>
               <p>(c) <hi>Menippus</hi> was a Poet, and maſter to <hi>Cicero</hi> the fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mous Oratour: but by this perſonated by <hi>Lucian,</hi> is in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tended a Cynick Philoſopher, dogged both in his beha<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>viour and writings, in imitation of whom, <hi>Varro</hi> the Orator writ a Satyr, and intitled it <hi>Satyra Menippea.</hi> It is reported of him, that ſuch money as he had hoorded to<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gether by uſury and the like fordid meanes, was ſo deare unto him, that being robbed thereof, he grew into de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſpaire, and miſerably hanged himſelfe. His whole life ye may reade deſcribed at large by <hi>Diogenes L<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="2 letters">
                        <desc>••</desc>
                     </gap>rtius.</hi>
               </p>
            </div>
            <div xml:id="S13368.NOTE5" type="part">
               <head>Annotations upon <hi>Iupiter</hi> and <hi>Io.</hi>
               </head>
               <p>(a) SPaerchius, a River whoſe banks were round be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſet with Poplar trees, and therefore called <hi>Popu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ifer,</hi>
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                  <hi>Enipoeus, Apidanus, Amphiſus,</hi> and <hi>Aeas, &amp;c.</hi> only the names of Rivers, whoſe currents and chanels were fa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mous in thoſe parts of Greece: for your better ſatisfa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ction, I refer you to <hi>Ovid</hi> his Metamorph. lib. 1. upon the ſame argument.</p>
               <p>(b) <hi>Pindus,</hi> was a mountaine in Theſſaly, ſacred to <hi>Apollo</hi> and the Muſes, &amp;c.</p>
               <p>(c) <hi>Hemonian Tempe, Tempe</hi> was a pleaſant valley flou<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>riſhing with trees, herbes, and flowers, ſcituate in Theſ<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaly at the foot of the hill <hi>Hemus.</hi> It was much celebrated by the Muſes, as lying betwixt <hi>Oſſa</hi> and <hi>Olympus.</hi> The River <hi>Peneus, Lariſa,</hi> and the Aegean Sea, &amp;c.</p>
               <p>(d) <hi>Naiades,</hi> were Nymphs or Fayries of the wells, and fountaines.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(e) Pierides,</hi> were the Muſes, ſo called from <hi>Pierus,</hi> or elſe a mountaine in Greece of that name: this <hi>Pierus</hi> had nine daughters, who contended with the Muſes in ſinging, and being vanquiſhed by them, were transfor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>med into chattering Pyes: in glory of which victory the Muſes would be called by their names.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(f) Syrinx,</hi> an Arcadian Nymph, who flying from the embraces of <hi>Pan,</hi> the god of the Shepheards, at her interceſſion to the gods changed into a Reed, her prayer being to preſerve her virginity.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(g) Styx,</hi> a certaine well in Arcadia, the water of which is ſo cold and venemous, that whoſoever drin<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>keth thereof, immediatly dyeth. It eateth and waſteth yron or braſſe, neither can it be contained in any thing, but the hoof of a Mule; ſome ſay <hi>Alexander</hi> the Great was poiſoned with the water of this river, by <hi>Antipater,</hi> at the perſuaſion of <hi>Ariſtotle,</hi> the great Philoſopher, and Tutor to <hi>Alexander.</hi> The Poets feigne it to be a river in hell, and ſo ſacred to the gods, that if any of them ſweare by it, and breake his oath, he ſhall be deprived of his god head, and drinke no Nectar for an hundred yeares after.</p>
            </div>
            <div xml:id="S13368.NOTE6" type="part">
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               <head>Annotations upon the Dialogue</head>
               <head>Intituled <hi>Iupiter and Cupid.</hi>
               </head>
               <p>
                  <hi>(a) GArgarus,</hi> ſo called of <hi>Gargarus,</hi> the ſon of <hi>Jupiter,</hi> it is commonly taken for the top or Apex of the high hill Ida, where the ſaid god had an Altar conſe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>crateunto him, it is ſituate betwixt the <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ropontis Abi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dos, and the Helleſpont in Greece, in ongitude 55. in latitude 42. It is alſo a towne under the hill ſo called.</p>
            </div>
            <div xml:id="S13368.NOTE7" type="part">
               <head>Vpon <hi>Mercury</hi> and <hi>Maia.</hi>
               </head>
               <p>
                  <hi>(a) ALcmena,</hi> the wife of <hi>Amphytrio</hi> the Theban, in whoſe abſence <hi>Iupiter</hi> came in the ſhape of her husband, compreſt her and begot <hi>Hercules.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(b) Semele,</hi> the mother of <hi>Bacchus,</hi> begot on her by <hi>Iupiter,</hi> from whence he tooke the denomination of <hi>Seme<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>leius.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(c) Maia,</hi> the daughter of <hi>Atlas,</hi> and <hi>Pleiones,</hi> and there<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fore <hi>Atlantiades,</hi> of whom <hi>Iupiter</hi> begot <hi>Mercury.</hi>
               </p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(d)</hi> By <hi>Cadmus</hi> faire daughter is intended <hi>Semele</hi> before ſpoken of.</p>
            </div>
            <div xml:id="S13368.NOTE8" type="part">
               <head>Vpon <hi>Crates</hi> and <hi>Diogenes.</hi>
               </head>
               <p>
                  <hi>(a) MOcricus, Ariſtaeus, Thraſicles, &amp;c.</hi> are names of men whome the Author aimed at (living in thoſe times) according to his fancy.</p>
               <p>
                  <hi>(b) IApygium,</hi> or <hi>Iapyges,</hi> theſe derived their names from <hi>
                     <gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>apyx</hi> the ſonne of <hi>Dedalus,</hi> and were ſaid to be Cre<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tenſes
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by their originall, and wandring abroad to ſeeke <hi>C<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>laurus,</hi> ſonne of <hi>Min<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>is,</hi> came unto the ſame place, where after they inhabited, theſe in time grew to ſuch a profuſe riotiſe, intemperance and wantonnes, that forget<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ting their Country modeſty and honeſty, they painted their faces, and wore other folkes haire, and were ne<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ver ſeene abroade but ſumptuouſly, and richly appareld; their houſes were as beautifull as the Temples of the gods. At length they came to ſuch a height of pride and inſolence, that they caſt off all religion, entring and ſea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſing on the ornaments, revenues and donaries of the Churches. And at length were all conſumed by firy globes falling from heaven, &amp;c.</p>
            </div>
            <div xml:id="S13368.NOTE9" type="part">
               <head>Vpon <hi>Menippus, Aeacus, Pythagoras.</hi>
               </head>
               <p>
                  <hi>(a) EVphorbus,</hi> was a noble Trojane, the ſonne of <hi>Panthus,</hi> who wounded <hi>Patroclus,</hi> and was after flaine by <hi>Achilles,</hi> being hurt in the thigh; he was ſaid to have one made him of gold. <hi>Pythagoras</hi> ſaid, that his ſoule was in him in that time of the Troian warre, that hee might better perſwade his Scholars. Concerning the opinion which he held concerning the tranſmigration of mens ſoules, from one body to another.</p>
            </div>
            <div type="part">
               <head>What other difficulties you ſhall finde in theſe ſhort Dialogues, you ſhall find in ſome or other fully explica<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted.</head>
               <p xml:id="S13368.NOTE10.A">
                  <hi>(a) CImmerians,</hi> were people dwelling in Italy, be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tweene the Baiae and Cumae, ſo invironed with hills, that the Sunne never appeared unto them, hence came the Proverb <hi>Tene<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap>ra Cimmeria,</hi> the Cimmerian dark<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>neſſe.</p>
               <p xml:id="S13368.NOTE10.B">
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                  <hi>(b) Erix,</hi> Promontory: <hi>Erix</hi> was the ſonne of <hi>Venus,</hi> ſlaine by <hi>Hercules,</hi> and buried in a mountaine of Cicilia, ſo called after him, in which place <hi>Venus</hi> had a Temple erected unto her, and from that ſhe had the denomina<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tion of <hi>Eriana,</hi> &amp;c.</p>
               <p xml:id="S13368.NOTE10.C">
                  <hi>(c) Python,</hi> was a mighty hugé Serpent, which <hi>Iuno</hi> ſent unto <hi>Latona</hi> when ſhe was with child by <hi>Iupiter,</hi> to devoure her, but ſhe went to her ſiſter <hi>Aſtrea,</hi> who protected her, and ſhe was after delivered of two twins, <hi>Apollo</hi> and <hi>Dia<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>na.</hi>
               </p>
               <p xml:id="S13368.NOTE10.D">
                  <hi>(d) Endymion,</hi> was beloved by the Moone, who cour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ted him upon Latmus hill; and therefore ſaid to looke pale by reaſon of the great affection which ſhe bore unto him.</p>
               <p xml:id="S13368.NOTE10.E">
                  <hi>(e) Tithon,</hi> or <hi>Tithonus,</hi> was the ſonne of <hi>Laomedon,</hi> who deſiring long life, was ſo waſted with old age, that the Poets faigned him to be turned into a Graſhopper: he was alſo ſaid to be beloved of <hi>Aurora,</hi> the mornings becauſe he uſed to riſe early, which was thought to be the reaſon why he preſerved his life ſo long.</p>
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         </div>
         <div type="poem">
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            <head>I conclude this Worke, ſuiting with the preſent, concerning the worth of Phy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſick, and Phyſitians, deriving my preſident from a worthy Gentleman called M. <hi>Peri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſaulus Fauſtinus.</hi>
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            <lg>
               <l>THere is a gift that's ſacred, lent to man</l>
               <l>By God and Nature, by which Art he can</l>
               <l>Of all diſeaſes know the perfect ground,</l>
               <l>And render the cras'd body, whole and ſound.</l>
               <l>If this Art pleaſe thee then, whoſe hight to gaine</l>
               <l>Muſt be the labour of a poliſht braine;</l>
               <l>Thou into Natures ſecrets muſt inquire,</l>
               <l>And (farre as humane wiſedome can) aſpire.</l>
               <l>From beſt approved Authours ſeeke direction,</l>
               <l>Till thou into all medcines haſt inſpection:</l>
               <l>And when thou ſhalt be frequent in all theſe,</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt be held a new <hi>Hippocrates,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Exc<gap reason="illegible" resp="#APEX" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ed <hi>Machaon,</hi> and <hi>Phillerides,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>With th' <hi>Epidaurian,</hi> godlike skill impart,</l>
               <l>And bright <hi>Apollo,</hi> Patron of that Art.</l>
               <l>Thou ſhalt be health to Nations, people ſave,</l>
               <l>And ſuch as are expired, keep from grave.</l>
               <l>To animate the dead thou ſhalt have skill,</l>
               <l>'Tis at thy pleaſure whom to ſave or kill:</l>
               <l>Hence ſhall great ſums of wealth to thee ariſe,</l>
               <l>With fame, and honour, ſuch as never dyes.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But as we ſee in diverſe flowers and weeds,</l>
               <l>Where ſweetnes is, thence bitternes proceeds,</l>
               <l>And from one ſtalke how many thouſand ills</l>
               <l>From the ſame Lymbeck drop, that good diſtills,</l>
               <l>How many diſcommodities attend</l>
               <l>Vpon this Art, which all ſo much commend;</l>
               <l>On it, how many thouſand labours waite,</l>
               <l>By turning over Bookes, earely and late,</l>
               <l>
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Aſſiduate ſtudy, with an infinite care,</l>
               <l>For all the ſundry maladies that are,</l>
               <l>To provide wholeſome medcines, how to pleaſe</l>
               <l>The ſicke mans taſte, and find th'unknowne diſeaſe,</l>
               <l>To know what hurts, what helps; his care being ſuch</l>
               <l>Not to preſcribe too little, nor too much.</l>
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            <lg>
               <l>No night in which thou downe to reſt ſhalt lye,</l>
               <l>But ere ſleepe faſtens on thy tender eye,</l>
               <l>Lowd at thy gate, ſome one or other knocks,</l>
               <l>As if he meant, to force both bolts and locks,</l>
               <l>Calls for the Doctor to get up in haſt,</l>
               <l>The patient's ready to expire his laſt.</l>
               <l>His bowels ake, or he complaines his head,</l>
               <l>Toſſing and tumbling on his reſtleſſe bed,</l>
               <l>Still clamoring till he perforce muſt riſe:</l>
               <l>Thus (be it night or day) in poſt he flies.</l>
               <l>He feeles his pulſe, to know how ſlowe they beate,</l>
               <l>Then muſt he make conjecture from his ſweate,</l>
               <l>And to find out where the diſeaſe doth dwell,</l>
               <l>Forc't ſometimes at his chamber-pot to ſwell,</l>
               <l>Then Antidotes are ſuddenly prepard</l>
               <l>With Amulets, and Pills, made round and hard,</l>
               <l>Emplaſters are to ſuch a place applyde,</l>
               <l>Vnguents, and Salves to this or to that ſide.</l>
               <l>Suppoſitories, Cliſters, fomentations,</l>
               <l>Pulteſſes, opening veines, boxing, frications,</l>
               <l>Electuaries, ſweating, and what not?</l>
               <l>According to the Fever, cold or hot.</l>
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            <lg>
               <l>He ſearcheth where the paine lyes moſt extreame,</l>
               <l>Whether it riſe from Choler, or from flegme.</l>
               <l>The Megrim, Pleuriſies, great or ſmall Pox,</l>
               <l>The Meaſils, Wormes, the Scouring, or the Flocks.</l>
               <l>Conſumption, Ptyſick, laundies, black or yellow,</l>
               <l>Convulſion (or what ſcarce can find a fellow</l>
               <l>For ſuddaine killing Squinſy in the throat,</l>
               <l>Obſtructions, Dropſies: each diſeaſe of note</l>
               <l>
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Is knowne unto him how and whence it grows,</l>
               <l>The Ague, Cough, the Pyony, the Poſe.</l>
               <l>Aches within, and accidents without,</l>
               <l>Strangurian, collick, Apoplex, the gowte,</l>
               <l>Ruptures, the fretting of the guts, the Stone,</l>
               <l>Who's troubled with the Spleene, who Liver-growne,</l>
               <l>Cramps, numnes in the joyntures, Inflamations;</l>
               <l>Swelling i'th ſecret parts, Impoſtumations,</l>
               <l>Warts, Bliſters, Tumours, Pimples, Tetters, Wheales,</l>
               <l>Even Leproſie itſelfe, his medcine heales.</l>
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            <lg>
               <l>And yet when he hath uſed all his Art;</l>
               <l>If ſuddenly, the patient doe not ſtart</l>
               <l>From his cras'd couch, and inſtantly head-ſtrong,</l>
               <l>The vulgar murmur, and the Artiſt wrong,</l>
               <l>And ſay; who firſt begot this ſuperſtition,</l>
               <l>That the ſick-man ſhould ſeeke to the Phyſition?</l>
               <l>What madnes iſt, their trifling Art to truſt?</l>
               <l>If they could keepe themſelves from being duſt,</l>
               <l>And their owne bodies free from all diſeaſe,</l>
               <l>Not yeeld to death, when ſo the <hi>Parcae</hi> pleaſe,</l>
               <l>As all elſe doe; I ſhould approve their skills,</l>
               <l>And yeeld to taſte their Potions and their Pills.</l>
               <l>Till then; I hold them made up of abuſes,</l>
               <l>Meere cheating with their Cordials, and their Iuices.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thus, though they oft redeeme men from the grave;</l>
               <l>This, for their merit is the meed they have.</l>
               <l>To adde to theſe: the Doctor is ſtill tyde</l>
               <l>Amongſt ſad folkes, and mourners to abide.</l>
               <l>Where nothing's heard but ſighing for the ſicke,</l>
               <l>And moſt contagious maladios raigne thicke,</l>
               <l>Nay, though the Plague, or peſt itſelfe be there,</l>
               <l>In him there muſt be found no cauſe of feare:</l>
               <l>Such are the hazards and the toyles we know,</l>
               <l>Beſt Artiſts ſtill are forc't to undergoe.</l>
            </lg>
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