IDENTILIN$$ X004P03|Heneage ms.|ff. [8v-11]|T:EWS\o\7-7-83\M:TJS\hwt\5-14-97\P&C:JSC\hwt\12-16-98 004.P03.HE1 %XThe 4%5th.%6 Satyre 004.P03.001 Well I maye now receiue and dye: my sin 004.P03.002 indeed is great, but I haue bene in 004.P03.003 a purgatorie such as feard hell is 004.P03.004 a recreation to, and skarce Map of this. 004.P03.005 my mind nor with prids itch nor yet hath beene 004.P03.006 poysond with loue to see, or to be seene. 004.P03.007 I had no sute at Court, nor sewt to showe 004.P03.008 yett went to Court, but as Clare which did goe 004.P03.009 to masse in iest was faine to disburse 004.P03.010 (300 marks w%5c%6h is the statutes curse) 004.P03.011 before he scapt soe it pleas'd my destinie 004.P03.012 guilty of my sin in goeinge, to thinke me 004.P03.013 as prone to ill, of good as forgett= 004.P03.014 >[LM]=%Ytusfa%Z<#tuftaffata, and our children shall 004.P03.034 see it plaine rash a while then naught at all 004.P03.035 this thinge hath trauail'd, and saith speaks all toungs 004.P03.036 and onely knows to all statts what belongs. 004.P03.037 made of the accent and best phrase of these 004.P03.038 he speaks no language, if strange meats displease 004.P03.039 art can deceiue, or hunger force my tast, [f.9] 004.P03.040 but Pedants motly tounge, Souldiers bumbast, 004.P03.041 Mountbank drugs[sic] nor the termes of law, 004.P03.042 are strange enough preparatiues to draw 004.P03.043 me to beare this: yett I must be content 004.P03.044 >%Ywhi%Z<#with his tounge calld in his tounge complement [order:sic] 004.P03.045 in which he can woe widdowes, pay Skores 004.P03.046 make men speake treason cosen subtile whoores 004.P03.047 out flatter fauorites, and out ly either 004.P03.048 Iouius or Steyden or both together. 004.P03.049 he names me and comes to me. I whisper, god, 004.P03.050 howe haue I sind that thy wraths furious rod 004.P03.051 (this fellow) chooseth me? he saith, s%5r%6 004.P03.052 I like your iudgement. whome doe you preferre 004.P03.053 for your best linguist? and seelily I 004.P03.054 said I thought Calapines Dictionairy. 004.P03.055 >%Yny%Z<#naye >%Yyoue%Z<#but of men most sweett sir. [RM]>%1Beza%2 then< 004.P03.056 some [sic]Iesuists, and two reuerent men 004.P03.057 of our two Academies I nam'd. there 004.P03.058 he stopt me and said, naye your Apostles were 004.P03.059 pretty good Linguists, and soe Panurges was 004.P03.060 yett a poore gentleman, all these maye pass 004.P03.061 by trauaile. then, as if he would haue sold 004.P03.062 his tounge, he praised it, and such wonders told 004.P03.063 that I was faine to saye: had you liu'd sir 004.P03.064 time enough to haue beene Interpreter 004.P03.065 to Babells bricklayers, sure the Tower had stood. 004.P03.066 he adds. if of court life you knew the good, 004.P03.067 you would leaue [sic]loannss, I said sir not alone 004.P03.068 my loannes is, but Spartans fashon 004.P03.069 (to teach by Paintinge drunkards) doth not last 004.P03.070 now Aretines pictures haue made, few chast 004.P03.071 no more then princes courts (though there be few 004.P03.072 better pictures of vice) teach me vertue 004.P03.073 he like a hye strecht Lute stringe, squeact sir 004.P03.074 tis sweet to talke of kings, at [l.c.]westminster 004.P03.075 sayed I the man that keeps the Abbey tombs 004.P03.076 and for his price doth with who euer coms 004.P03.077 of all our Harryes, and all our Edwards talke 004.P03.078 from kinge to kinge, and all their kin can walke 004.P03.079 your ears shall heare naught but kinge, your eyes meet 004.P03.080 kings onely. the waye to it is kings street. 004.P03.081 he smact, and cryed, he is base, mecanicke, course, [f.9v] 004.P03.082 soe are all your english in their discource: 004.P03.083 are not your french men neat? mine as you see 004.P03.084 I haue but one sir, looke, he followes mee 004.P03.085 certes they are neatly cloath'd. I of this mind am 004.P03.086 your onely weareinge is this Grogoram 004.P03.087 not soe sir I haue more. vnder this pitch 004.P03.088 he would not fly. I chast[sic] him, but as itch 004.P03.089 Scratcht into smart, and as blunt iron ground 004.P03.090 into an edge hurts worse; so I foole found 004.P03.091 crossinge hurt me: to fitt my sullenness 004.P03.092 he to another key his stile doth dress 004.P03.093 and asks what newes: I tell him of new playes 004.P03.094 he takes my hand, and as a still which stayes 004.P03.095 a Seamebreif twixt each stoppe, (he niggardly 004.P03.096 as loath to enrich me) soe tells many a ly 004.P03.097 more then ten Hollingsheads, or Halls, or Stows 004.P03.098 of triuiall houshold trash, he knows, he knows 004.P03.099 when the queene frownd, or smiled, and what 004.P03.100 a subtile >%YId%Z<#Stats-man, may gather of that 004.P03.101 he knows who loues whome. and who by poyson 004.P03.102 hastneth to an offices reuersion. 004.P03.103 he >%Ykon%Z<#knows who sold his land, and now doth begg 004.P03.104 a licence, old iron shoes bootes or egg= 004.P03.105 >[LM]=%Yand%Z<#thus 004.P03.109 he with home meats trys me, I belch, spew, spitt 004.P03.110 looke pale and sickly like a patient, yett 004.P03.111 he thrusts more on, as if he had vndertooke 004.P03.112 to read Gallobelgius[sic] without booke: 004.P03.113 speaks of all states and deeds which haue beine sence 004.P03.114 the Spaniards came to the losse of %1Amiens%2 004.P03.115 like a >%Yp%Z<#bigge wife at the sight of loath'd meat 004.P03.116 ready to trauaile, soe I sigh, and sweat 004.P03.117 to heare this Macaron talke; in vaine as yett 004.P03.118 either my humour or his owne to fitt 004.P03.119 he like a priueledged spy (whome nothinge can 004.P03.120 discredit) libells now against each great man 004.P03.121 he names a price for euerie office pai'd 004.P03.122 he sayes our warrs [sic]thriues [om] because delay'd 004.P03.123 that offices are intayld, and that there are [f.10] 004.P03.124 perpetuities of them lastinge as farre 004.P03.125 as the last day. and that great officers 004.P03.126 doe with y%5e%6 pirats share, and with the [sic]drunkers. 004.P03.127 whoe wast in meat, in cloaths in horse he notes 004.P03.128 whoe loues whoores, who boyes, and who Goats, 004.P03.129 I more amazd then Cerces prisonners, when 004.P03.130 they felt themselues turne beasts, felt myselfe then 004.P03.131 becomminge traiter, and me thought I sawe 004.P03.132 one of our Gyants Statues ope hir Iawe 004.P03.133 to sucke me in for heareinge him. I found 004.P03.134 that as burnt venomd leachers grow sound 004.P03.135 by giueinge [sic]other their soares, I might grow 004.P03.136 guilty, and he free, therefore I did show 004.P03.137 all signes of loathinge. but since I am in 004.P03.138 I must paye mine and my forefathers sin 004.P03.139 to the last farthinge. therefore to my power 004.P03.140 toughly, and stubbornly I beare this crosse; but the hower 004.P03.141 of my redemption now was come, he tryes to bringe 004.P03.142 me to paye a fine to escape his torteringe. 004.P03.143 and says sir can you spare me? I said willingly. 004.P03.144 naye sire can you spare me a crowne? thankfully I 004.P03.145 gaue it as ransome. but as fidlers still 004.P03.146 though they be payd to be gone, yett needs will 004.P03.147 thrust one more >%YI%Z<#gige vppon you soe hee 004.P03.148 with his longe complementall thanks did vex me. 004.P03.149 but he is gone thanks to his needy want, 004.P03.150 and the priuiledge of my crowne. scant 004.P03.151 his thanks were ended when I did see, 004.P03.152 all the Court filld with more strange things then hee 004.P03.153 ran from thence with such or more hast then one 004.P03.154 whoe feareinge more actions hasts from prison. 004.P03.155 at home in wholesome Solitairinesse 004.P03.156 my pitious soulle began the wretchednesse 004.P03.157 of suters at Court to morne, and a trance 004.P03.158 (like his whoe dreamed he sawe hell) did aduance 004.P03.159 It selfe ore me, and such men as I saw there 004.P03.160 I sawe >%Yth%Ztheir<[LM] beauties, they the mens witts. both are bought 004.P03.192 why good witts nere weare skarlett gownes I thought 004.P03.193 this >%Ycausse%Z<#cause, those men mens witts, for speaches buy 004.P03.194 and wemen[sic] buy all reds which skarlett dye 004.P03.195 he calls her beauty lime twiggs, her haire nett 004.P03.196 shee feares her druggs ill layed, her haire ill sett 004.P03.197 would not Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine 004.P03.198 from hatt to shoe himselfe at doore refine? 004.P03.199 as the presence were a [sic]mischeife, and lifte 004.P03.200 his skirts, and hose, and call his cloaths to shrift 004.P03.201 makeinge them confesse, not onely mortall 004.P03.202 great staines, and holes in them, but veniall 004.P03.203 feathers and dust with which they fornicate 004.P03.204 and then by Durers rules suruey the estate 004.P03.205 of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries 004.P03.206 of his neck to his legg, and wast to his thighs 004.P03.207 soe in immaculate cloaths, and simmetrie [f.11] 004.P03.208 perfect as cercles with such nicetie 004.P03.209 as a yonge preacher at first time goes 004.P03.210 to preach, he enters, and a ladye (which owes 004.P03.211 him not soe much as good will) he streight arrests 004.P03.212 and vnto her protests, protests, protests, 004.P03.213 soe much that at Rome would serue to haue throwen 004.P03.214 ten Cardinalls into the Inquisition 004.P03.215 and whisperd, by Ioue soe often that A 004.P03.216 purseuant would haue rauisht [sic]quite awaye 004.P03.217 for sayeinge our Ladyes psalter. but tis fitt 004.P03.218 that they plague each other they merritt itt: 004.P03.219 but here comes Glorius that will plague them both 004.P03.220 whoe in the other extreame only doth 004.P03.221 call a rough carelesness good fashon 004.P03.222 whose cloake his spurs teares, whome he spitts on 004.P03.223 he cares not. his ill words doe no harme 004.P03.224 to him. he rusheth in, as if arme arme 004.P03.225 he came to cry. and though his face bee >%Yitt%Z<#as ill 004.P03.226 as theirs which in old hangings whip [l.c.]christ. Still 004.P03.227 he striues to looke worse. he keepes all in awe 004.P03.228 iests like a lycenst foole commands lik lawe 004.P03.229 tired now I leaue this place, but pleased soe 004.P03.230 as men which from Goales[sic] to execution goe. 004.P03.231 goe through that great chamber, why is it hunge 004.P03.232 with the seauen deadly sins? beinge amonge 004.P03.233 those Ascaparts. men bigg enough to throw 004.P03.234 Chareinge Cross for a barr. men which doe know 004.P03.235 no >%Ytakers%Z<#token of worth, but queenes man and fine 004.P03.236 liueinge barrells of beefe and flaggons of wine. 004.P03.237 I shooke like a spied spie. preachers which are 004.P03.238 seas of witt and Arts, you can then dare 004.P03.239 drowne the sinns of this place, for, for me 004.P03.240 who am a Skant brooke, it enough shall be 004.P03.241 to wash their staines away. though I yett 004.P03.242 with Machebees modesty the knowen merritt 004.P03.243 of my worke lessen, yett some wise men shall 004.P03.244 (I hope) esteeme my witt Canonicall.| 004.P03.0SS %XFinis the 4%5th%6 Satyre.| 004.P03.0$$ %1no ind%2