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004.00E.0HE %X%1Satyre%2 IV.
004.00E.001 W%+Ell; I may now receive, and die. My sin
004.00E.002 Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
004.00E.003 A Purgatory, such as fear'd hell is
004.00E.004 A recreation, and scant map of this.
004.00E.005 My mind, neither with prides itch, nor yet hath been
004.00E.006 Poyson'd with love to see, or to be seen,
004.00E.007 I had no suit there, nor new suit to shew,
004.00E.008 Yet went to Court; But as Glare which did goe
004.00E.009 To Masse in jest, catch'd, was faine to disburse
004.00E.010 The hundred markes, which is the Statutes curse,
004.00E.011 Before he scap't, So't pleas'd my destinie
004.00E.012 (Guiltie of my sinne in going,) to thinke me
004.00E.013 As prone to all ill, and of good as forget-
004.00E.014 Full, as proud, lustfull, and as much in debt,
004.00E.015 As vaine, as witlesse, and as false as they
004.00E.016 Which dwell in Court, for once going that way.
004.00E.017 Therefore I sufferd this; Towards me did runne
004.00E.018 A thing more strange, than on Niles slime, the Sunne
004.00E.019 E'r bred, or all which into %1Noahs%2 Arke came:
004.00E.020 A thing which would have pos'd %1Adam%2 to name:
004.00E.021 Stranger than seven Antiquaries studies,
004.00E.022 Than Africks Monsters, Guianaes rarities,
004.00E.023 Stranger than strangers; One who, for a Dane,
004.00E.024 In the Danes Massacre had sure been slaine,
004.00E.025 If he had liv'd then; and 'without help dies,
004.00E.026 When next the Prentises 'gainst Strangers rise.
004.00E.027 One whom the watch at noone lets scarce goe by
004.00E.028 One, to who%T, the examining Justice sure would cry, [CW:Sir]
004.00E.029 Sir, by your Priesthood tell me what you are. [p.130]
004.00E.030 His cloaths were strange, though coarse; and black, %/(though bare)
004.00E.031 Sleevelesse his jerkin was, & it had bin
004.00E.032 Velvet, but 'twas now (so much ground was seen)
004.00E.033 Become Tufftaffaty; and our children shall
004.00E.034 See it plaine Rashe a while, then nought at all.
004.00E.035 The thing hath travail'd, & saith, speaks all tongues,
004.00E.036 And onely knoweth what to all States belongs.
004.00E.037 Made of th'Accents, and best phrase of all these,
004.00E.038 He speaks one language. If strange meats displease,
004.00E.039 Art can deceive, or hunger force my tast,
004.00E.040 But Pedants, motley tongue, souldiers bumbast,
004.00E.041 Mountebanks drugtongue, nor the termes of law
004.00E.042 Are strong enough preparatives to draw
004.00E.043 Me to beare this, yet I must be content
004.00E.044 With his tongue: in his tongue, call'd Complement:
004.00E.045 In which he can win widowes, and pay scores,
004.00E.046 Make men speake treason, couzen subtlest whores,
004.00E.047 Outflatter favourites, or outlie either
004.00E.048 Jovius, or Surius, or both together.
004.00E.049 He names me, and comes to me; I whisper, God
004.00E.050 How have I sinn'd, that thy wraths furious rod,
004.00E.051 This fellow, chuseth me; He saith, Sir,
004.00E.052 I love your judgement, whom do you preferre,
004.00E.053 For the best Linguist? and I seelily
004.00E.054 Said, that I thought Calepines Dictionarie.
004.00E.055 Nay, but of men, most sweet Sir. Beza then,
004.00E.056 Some Jesuits, and two reverend men
004.00E.057 Of our two Academies I named; here
004.00E.058 He stopt me, and said: Nay, your Apostles were
004.00E.059 Good pretty Linguists, and so Panurge was;
004.00E.060 Yet a poore Gentleman; all these may passe [CW:By]
004.00E.061 By travaile. Then, as if he would have sold [p.131]
004.00E.062 His tongue, he praised it, and such wonders told,
004.00E.063 That I was faine to say, If you had liv'd, Sir,
004.00E.064 Time enough to have been Interpreter
004.00E.065 To Babels bricklayers, sure the Tower had stood.
004.00E.066 He adds, If of Court life you knew the good,
004.00E.067 You would leave lonenesse. I said, not alone,
004.00E.068 My lonenesse is, but Spartanes fashion.
004.00E.069 To teach by painting drunkards doth not tast
004.00E.070 Now; Aretines pictures have made few chast;
004.00E.071 No more can Princes courts, though there be few
004.00E.072 Better pictures of vice, teach me vertue.
004.00E.073 He like to a high-stretcht Lute-string squeakt, O sir,
004.00E.074 'Tis sweet to talke of Kings. At Westminster,
004.00E.075 Said I, the man that keeps the Abbey tombes,
004.00E.076 And for his price doth with who ever comes,
004.00E.077 Of all our Harries, and our Edwards talk,
004.00E.078 From King to King, and all their kin can walk:
004.00E.079 Your eares shall heare nought, but Kings; your eyes %/(meet
004.00E.080 Kings onely; The way to it is Kings street.
004.00E.081 He smack'd, and cry'd, He's base, Mechanique, coarse,
004.00E.082 So are all your Englishmen in their discourse.
004.00E.083 Are not your Frenchmen neat? Mine? as you see,
004.00E.084 I have but one Sir, looke, he followes me,
004.00E.085 Certes they are neatly cloath'd. I, of this mind am,
004.00E.086 Your onely wearing is your Grogaram,
004.00E.087 Not so Sir, I have more. Under this pitch
004.00E.088 He would not flie; I chaf'd him: But as Itch
004.00E.089 Scratch'd into smart, and as blunt Iron grownd
004.00E.090 Into an edge, hurts worse: So, I (foole) found,
004.00E.091 Crossing hurt me. To fit my sullennesse,
004.00E.092 He to another key his stile doth dresse; [CW:An][miscatch]
004.00E.093 And asks, what newes? I tell him of new playes, [p.132]
004.00E.094 He takes my hand, and as a Still which stayes
004.00E.095 A Sembriefe, 'twixt each drop, he niggardly,
004.00E.096 As, loath to inrich me, so tels many a lye,
004.00E.097 More than ten Hollensheads, or Halls, or Stowes,
004.00E.098 Of triviall houshold trash, He knowes; He knowes
004.00E.099 When the Queen frown'd, or smil'd, and he knows %/(what
004.00E.100 A subtle States-man may gather of that;
004.00E.101 He knowes who loves; whom, and who by poyson
004.00E.102 Hasts to an Offices reversion;
004.00E.103 He knows who hath sold his land, and now doth beg
004.00E.104 A license, old iron, bootes, shooes, and egge-
004.00E.105 Shels to transport; Shortly boyes shall not play
004.00E.106 At span-counter, or blow-point, but shall pay
004.00E.107 Toll to some Courtier; And wiser then all us,
004.00E.108 He knowes what Lady is not painted. Thus
004.00E.109 He with home meats cloyes me. I belch, spue, spit,
004.00E.110 Looke pale, and sickly, like a Patient, yet
004.00E.111 He thrusts on more; And as he had undertooke
004.00E.112 To say Gallo-Belgicus without booke,
004.00E.113 Speakes of all States and deeds that have been since
004.00E.114 The Spanyards came, to the losse of Amyens.
004.00E.115 Like a bigge wife, at sight of loathed meat,
004.00E.116 Ready to travaile: so I sigh, and sweat
004.00E.117 To heare this Makaron talke, in vaine: For yet,
004.00E.118 Either my humour, or his owne to fit,
004.00E.119 He like a priviledg'd spie, whom nothing can
004.00E.120 Discredit, libels now 'gainst each great man.
004.00E.121 He names a price for every office paid;
004.00E.122 He saith, our warres thrive ill, because delay'd;
004.00E.123 That offices are intailed, and there are
004.00E.124 Perpetuities of them, lasting as farre [CW:As]
004.00E.125 As the last day; and that great officers [p.133]
004.00E.126 Doe with the Pirates share, and Dunkirkers.
004.00E.127 Who wasts in meate, in cloathes, in horse, he notes;
004.00E.128 Who loves Whores, who boyes, and who goates.
004.00E.129 I more amaz'd than Circes prisoners, when
004.00E.130 They felt themselves turn beasts, felt my selfe then
004.00E.131 Becomming Traytor, and me thought I saw
004.00E.132 One of our Giant Statutes ope his jaw
004.00E.133 To suck me in, for hearing him, I found
004.00E.134 That as burnt venome Leachers doe grow sound
004.00E.135 By giving others their soares, I might grow
004.00E.136 Guilty, and he free: Therefore I did show
004.00E.137 All signes of loathing; But since I am in,
004.00E.138 I must pay mine, and my forefathers sin
004.00E.139 To the last farthing. Therefore to my power
004.00E.140 Toughly and stubbornly I bear this crosse; but the %/('hower
004.00E.141 Of mercy now was come: He tries to bring
004.00E.142 Me to pay a fine to scape his torturing,
004.00E.143 And sayes, Sir, can you spare me? I said; willingly;
004.00E.144 Nay, Sir, can you spare me a Crowne? Thankfully I
004.00E.145 Gave it, as Ransome; but as fidlers, still,
004.00E.146 Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will
004.00E.147 Thrust one more jigge upon you: so did he
004.00E.148 With his long complementall thankes vexe me.
004.00E.149 But he is gone, thankes to his needy want,
004.00E.150 And the Prerogative of my Crowne: Scant
004.00E.151 His thankes were ended when I (which did see
004.00E.152 Al the Court fill'd with more strange things tha%T he)
004.00E.153 Ran from thence with such, or more haste than one
004.00E.154 Who feares more actions, doth hast from prison.
004.00E.155 At home in wholesome solitarinesse
004.00E.156 My piteous soule began, the wretchednesse [CW:Of]
004.00E.157 Of suiters at Court to mourne, and a trance [p.134]
004.00E.158 Like his, who dreamt he saw hell, did advance
004.00E.159 It selfe o'r mee: Such men as he saw there,
004.00E.160 I saw at Court, and worse, and more; Low feare
004.00E.161 Becomes the guilty, not the accuser; Then,
004.00E.162 Shall I, nones slave, of high borne or rais'd men
004.00E.163 Feare frownes? and, my Mistresse Truth, betray thee
004.00E.164 To huffing, braggart, puft Nobilitty?
004.00E.165 No, no, Thou which since yesterday hast been
004.00E.166 Almost about the whole world, hast thou seen,
004.00E.167 O Sunne, in all thy journey, Vanity,
004.00E.168 Such as swels the bladder of our Court? I
004.00E.169 Think he which made your waxen garden, and
004.00E.170 Transported it, from Italy, to stand
004.00E.171 With us, at London, flouts our Courtiers, for
004.00E.172 Just such gay painted things, which no sappe, nor
004.00E.173 Tast have in them, ours are; and naturall
004.00E.174 Some of the stocks are, their fruits, bastard all.
004.00E.175 'Tis ten a clocke and past; all whom the Mues,
004.00E.176 Baloune, Tennis, Diet, or the stewes
004.00E.177 Had all the morning held, now the second
004.00E.178 Time made ready, that day, in flockes were found
004.00E.179 In the Presence, and I, (God pardon me)
004.00E.180 As fresh and sweet their Apparells be, as be
004.00E.181 The fields they sold to buy them. For a King
004.00E.182 Those hose are, cry his flatterers; And bring
004.00E.183 Them next week to the Theatre to sell.
004.00E.184 Wants reach all states. Me seemes they doe as well
004.00E.185 At stage, as Court; All are players; who e'r looks
004.00E.186 (For themselves dare not go) o'r Cheapside Books,
004.00E.187 Shall find their wardrobes Inventory. Now,
004.00E.188 The Ladies come. As Pirats, which doe know [CW:That]
004.00E.189 That there came weak ships fraught w%5th%6 Cutchanel, [p.135]
004.00E.190 The men board them; and praise, as they think, wel,
004.00E.191 Their beauties; they the mens wits; both are bought.
004.00E.192 Why good wits ne'r wear scarlet gowns, I thought
004.00E.193 This cause, These men, mens wits for speeches buy,
004.00E.194 And women buy all reds which scarlets die.
004.00E.195 He call'd her beauty limetwigs, her haire net:
004.00E.196 She feares her drugs ill layd, her haire loose set.
004.00E.197 Would not Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine,
004.00E.198 From hat, to shoe, himselfe at dore refine,
004.00E.199 As if the Presence were a Moschite: and lift
004.00E.200 His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift,
004.00E.201 Making them confesse not onely mortall
004.00E.202 Great stains and holes in them, but veniall
004.00E.203 Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate:
004.00E.204 And then by %1Durers%2 rules survey the state
004.00E.205 Of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries
004.00E.206 Of his neck to his legge, and wast to thighes.
004.00E.207 So in immaculate clothes, and Symmetry
004.00E.208 Perfect as circles, with such nicety
004.00E.209 As a young Preacher at his first time goes
004.00E.210 To preach, he enters, and a Lady which owes
004.00E.211 Him not so much as good will, he arrests,
004.00E.212 And unto her protests protests protests
004.00E.213 So much as at Rome would serve to have throwne
004.00E.214 Ten Cardinals into the Inquisition,
004.00E.215 And whispers by Iesu, so often, that a
004.00E.216 Pursevant would have ravish'd him away
004.00E.217 For saying of our Ladies Psalter. But 'tis fit
004.00E.218 That they each other plague, they merit it.
004.00E.219 But here comes Glorius that will plague them both,
004.00E.220 Who in the other extreme onely doth [CW:Call]
004.00E.221 Call a rough carelesnesse, good fashion; [p.136]
004.00E.222 Whose cloak his spurs teare; or whom he spits on
004.00E.223 He cares not he. His ill words doe no harme
004.00E.224 To him, he rushes in, as if arme, arme,
004.00E.225 He meant to crie; And though his face be as ill
004.00E.226 As theirs, which in old hangings whip Christ, still
004.00E.227 He strives to look worse, he keeps all in awe;
004.00E.228 Jests like a licens'd fool, commands like law.
004.00E.229 Tyr'd, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd so
004.00E.230 As men from gaoles t'execution go,
004.00E.231 Goe through the great chamber (why is it hung
004.00E.232 With the seven deadly sinnes?) being among
004.00E.233 Those Askaparts, men big enough to throw
004.00E.234 Charing Crosse for a barre, men that do know
004.00E.235 No token of worth, but Queenes man, and fine
004.00E.236 Living barrels of beefe, flaggons of wine.
004.00E.237 I shook like a spied Spie. Preachers which are
004.00E.238 Seas of Wits and Arts, you can, then dare,
004.00E.239 Drown the sins of this place, for, for me
004.00E.240 Which am but a scant brook, it enough shall be
004.00E.241 To wash the stains away: Although I yet
004.00E.242 With %1Machabees%2 modesty, the known merit
004.00E.243 Of my work lessen: yet some wise men shall,
004.00E.244 I hope, esteem my writs Canonicall.
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