my lands for you this cost of mine Ioyn'd with my love the highest place may crave It is my right and all I 'm like to have Be wise and silent put me still before Your hopes depend on me I 'le say no more Thiefe Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Me thinks I see as once at Sutors-hill A silly gull who having had his will To break o're hedges being took at last I robb'd him of his gold and bound him fast Although he made his moane away went I To free my selfe but there I let him lye This brainlesse asse that now relates a story Of what he has and seemes to raise his glory From what he has beslow'd upon a whore The bawdy-house doth gaine but he 's made poore When all is spent he hath no other way To help himself and yet forsooth he 'll say Precedency is his he do's beguile Himselfe with hopes I cannot choose but smile The day the place are mine and he shall finde That I must go before he come behinde When I am out of cash I scorn to borrow I have a trick to banish all my sorrow One happy night may blow me into stock Or with a Pistoll or a stab or knock I gaine a weighty Purse or if that misse I have another way as good as this I 'le cheat and steale and rob a house by night And having got my prey I take my flight I have a share from all that rob about Iway-lay some and others finde them out This foole that sold his land will nere beleeve How much I got upon one Christmas eve At Hide-parke-corner or at Bagshot Downes Another time among the countrey-clownes I cannot want unlesse that crooked tree Dos choake my hopes and prove a foe to me What can the whore the pander pimpe or bawd Do of themselves or he that does applaud His crazie humour onely in the spring He 'll chirp about and like a Cuckow sing ' But moult away in winter when my time And fortunes usher me into my prime I must relieve them all Iudge who is best Shall I not be preferr'd above the rest The case is plaine those that have eares and fight Will know I challenge nothing but my right As for the pleaders all their braines are weake I am content to let the Vmpire speak SECT 12. The Devil's Vmpire their causes the fearefull conclusion THey plead for place in sin they might as well Strive which shall have priority in hell The Devil's Vmpire to decide the case He comes in hellish-state to take his place And by degrees he strives to bring 'em in As fast unto their paines as to their sin Thus he begins ho can you not agree I 'le make you friends if you 'll be rul'd by me You 're all my servants why should you fall out Sith I am umpire to resolve this doubt I 'll do with judgement first the whore 's my childe Though yet she be not she may be as vilde As mistris Bawd I love to keepe her fine For I doe use her as a hooke and line To catch Iack-simple let her stay her time And she will be as perfect in her crime As any of the rest in act and tongue Alas you must consider she 's but young My pretty pimping Boy be of good cheere Thou com'st as bravely on as any here Being but lately enter'd this I finde Thy will is good that do's content my minde Observe and gaine experience from the rest There 's none too wise to learne thou maist be best Cheare up go bravely on and thou shalt have The chiefest place and what else thou wilt crave Ho! come my little Pander thou art he To whom I do commit much secrecie I ever found thee faithfull in thy place Thy minde is bent to honour praise and grace My kingdome here below the place is thine But make no wordson't for the gift is mine Go on my bully as thou hast begun I le pay thee bravely when thy worke is done Come come my old acquaintance gentle Bawd Thy constant service I must needs applaud The Queene of hell salutes thee Dost thou smile To think thou hast bin absent all this while Thou hast my love I 'le keep thee at my cost Now take my hand I think there 's no love lost Thou serv'd it me young when that way did not hold Thou did'st me better service being old In harboring those that have a minde to play Their lands their time their soules and all away I put much trust in thee and thou art true Still to my kingdome honour is thy due Preheminence is thine come downe to me Thou dost not know how welcome thou shalt be But hinder not thy bus'nesse let me know A day or two before but we below Are ne're unfurnish'd we can entertaine In hellish pompe thy selfe and all thy traine Thy house is like to mine but that 't is lesse Lightet and cooler too but thou maist guesse How well our guests doe sute untill thy tombe Doth close thee up take thou the chiefest roome My Spark of velvet I 'me glad to heare and see That thou reposest confidence in mee Thy will I do accept thou spend'st thy store To honor sin what can a man do more Thou shalt not want thou need'st not to repent I have more ways when all thy store is spent To raise thee up I make no doubt ere long Thou wilt be fit to grapple in the throng For this high place of honor then I will Praise thy endevors and applaud thy skill Persist sweet Honey-chops lay 't on and spare not Some few may envie us what 's that we care not What what my bonny Hackster thou com'st last Thou art my son this title was not past In vaine upon thee thou didst never give Occasion of disgrace but how to live In honor reputation 't was thy care To be a man of dread of courage rare Thou do'st affright the world such is thy state They value thee not at a common rate Th' art free to all my friends I 'le say to thee Thou steal'st from them who faine would steale from mee Nor art thou cowardly but bold and brave In all thine acts if some penurious slave Fals but into thy clutches thou wilt make Him leave his bags or thou his life wilt take Thou be ar'st my image I have robb'd the world Although I was into a prison hurl'd I venture still What 's murther but a crime Which I have made almost as old as time Spend upon whores and drink what thou do'st get Feare not the crooked tree why should'st thou set A doubt before thee try if thou canst win Thine Host to make a bawdy house of 's Inn That will promote thy Art For ought I see Prioritie of place belongs to thee Continue in thy course and let me heare Thy valor speake I 'le help thee never feare It grieves me thus to part but you all know My greatest bus'nesse lyes in hell below
to try Iudge which is handsom'st whether she or I Let none compare me to this homely Ioane She sreets because she 's saine to lye alone who 'ld lye by such a whither'd piece of flesh When he may have well favor'd sweet and fresh Go to thy dow'd if thou hast but a mind And quit forget that I to thee was kind Sweet dost thon think that I will be so mad That ere her words or teares shall make me sad No do not think I have so little wit Let let her swell in this her frenzy fit Shall I be ty'de I 'le tame this peevish fool And for het tongue let winter make it cool Let night-hags fright her in her bedlam dreames Whilst thou and I delight in pleasant theames I 'le take my pleasure Why should I do lesse I 'le be no slave to what I do possesse Come thou art mine and thou shalt find me faire My love to thee is more than to my heire I le spend my ' state a brood of brats I have Who for my meanes do wish me in my grave Thus farre I am resolv'd for love of thee When I am gone the world is gone with me Thou hast my heart thou know'st I cannot leave thee I am too honest ever to deceive thee Hang 't let her chat untill her tongue be weary Care kils a cat but we will still be merry But yet I 'le use a trick to make her quiet She shall go barer and have meaner diet And if she dye a grave I 'le quickly make her I love her so make speed come heavens take her SECT 30. Of the woman dying with griefe Her Funerall MVse dip thy quill in blood or teares of myne Shall change thy inke and turne it into brine Make sad thy selfe and when that envious night Doth cast a vaile to rob thee of the light Being clad in darknesse then do thou begin To mend thy pen and bring those Vipers in Draw now thy plaint for the poore womans sake And for her children hark what moane they make Call in those neighbours that have grief to spare To joyne their hearts and help to beare a share A wife a mother is in such distresse Dry grief nor teares can never it expresse Let strangers come and pitty her and say Alas alas poore soule she 's cast away Pray stay a while for I invite you all ' T'attendher corps unto the Funerall You should have wine and comfits but the cleft Is grown so barren that there is nothing left Griefburn'd within her to a raging flame No teares were left to qualifie the same Being spent she fell and then she easd her head The heaviest living but the lightest dead The Nightingal did to the black bird sing And Robin Red-brest spoke no other thing The Thrush the Starling of her death did prate The Lark had come too but it was too late All beasts did mourne but some with grief were prest Save one that joy'd which was a savage beast Grave use her kindly grief hath made thee gaine her Wormes grumble not but gently entertaine her 'T is not her fault you have no better cheere Call but a few 't will one day cost you deare When death comes to arrest you for her sake You for the spoile must restitution make Her Epitaph VIew well this heap of dust drop down a teare To moisten it let every tender hart Mourne o're this honest woman call in seare I 'le praise those that begin aid beare a part Her husband with his whore desir'd her death He mov'd with pitty tooke away her breath SECT 31. The shamefull triumph of the Whore the Prodigall and the Pimp VVE having brought her pined corps to rest Hoping her soule 's alive among the ble'st We 'll turne again and seek the wanton 's three The Sot the Whore the Pimp which merry be And drinking wine the Whore begins to prate Whore Farewell that hag which did my person hate I 'le mourne in sack now she will raile no more Nor send her elfes to harken at the dore She will not whine nor can she heare us talke Nor spy us here unlesse her ghost doth walke Come drink to me I 'le pledge it o're her grave My honest chuck a better friend none have She spit her venom owing me a spight Thou wast so constant would'st not break delight Now thou art mine come take a thousand kisses Black Ioane 's not here to keep us from our blisses Prod. My sweetest love thy speech is fram'd so witty With eloquence much like a pleasant ditty Thy cherry lips do open with such grace Which when I heare and look upon thy face I see a Lilly doth the Rose beguile Sometimes the rose takes captive for a while The lilly too thy nose smels Flora's savor Thy eyes like Diamonds grac't with sweet behavior I cannot hold my armes shall now imbrace thee My love my person and my meanes shall grace thee The Bedlam soole is now return'd to dust She 'l come no more to haunt us here I trust Grave keep her close for if thou lett'st her see The light again I 'le make a grave for thee Wormes tarry not creep forward and grow mad To eat her flesh that little that she had Earth shew me favour let no moving tones Make thee deferre but soon dissolve her bones She being dead and in her grave thus hurl'd I would not see her now for all the world Come come my Io let pleasure still delight us The hag is gone and will no more affright us Pimp O bravely spoken Nature met with art Acts both a Tragick and a Comick part So Poetlike Rhetoricall and sweet In lofty termes grac't with a carriage meer A rarity grown too much out of fashion Sharp sweet unseen and yet to vent a passion You speake of love so rarely and so true That Ovid might have come to schoole to you But being cro'st your looks and words are sterne Democritus is childish and might learne Not words alone but this I ever find You are inric'h still with a noble mind And all your actions savour of the same Which with consent bring honor to your name I taste your bounty and have cause to praise you I 'le do my best to honor and to raise you O happy journey happy'st of the rest When first I brought you where we now are ble'st For what I'promis'd then you found no lesse A beauty rare more than I did expresse That witch is gone which did disturbe our mirth A prey of envy swallow'd by the earth The wormes are feasting underneath the ground Now farewell Hag thou hast thy mortall wound SECT 32. How the prodig all was servile to his whore with the condition of the Pimp MVse make a stop and view those ulcer'd blaines That stink and run along their fester'd veines The whore 's a fountaine by whose poison'd spring This Bat this Owle they both do sit and sing The Owle so soon as he hath fill'd his
of lust It must despairinglye To see all doom'd that last of all must dye Death Sergeant-like must straine upon his breath If'twill not yeeld it must be prest to death The armes are bound to answer to the charge That 's brought against them for they did at large Spread out themselves still willing to embrace her They might have clos'd but would not once disgrace her 'T was treacherie and yet they did agree To make a snare brought him to miserie They answer not for each distracted stands But yet at last they lay it to the hands That drew them to so foule a thing as this They seem'd to grieve that e're they did amisse The hands did hold her often while he kist her And were like lime-twigs else he might have mist her They were like pullies holding would not fade Nor would they loose untill the match was made The armes the hands must suffer all together Hang down they must the blasts storms of weather Must shew them justice all the time they have Now to repent 't is but to scratch a grave They blame the head there all the senses dwell That gave consent 't is cleare it was not well To overlook and yet to be so rash To gull him with such stuff and musty trash The braines had chiefly paid for 't very deare But 't was not not known that he had any there But then they taxe the noddle and the scull For covering all the plot though he was dull And let things passe at randam never thought On 't till his master gave himselfe for naught The punishment doth fall upon the haire That moults away the scull behind 's left bare For lying still it neverstood upright Nor summon'd feare when this hag came in sight The eares that did receive all false reports And keep out true were tickled with such sports And surfetted in hearing of her praisd Till she was won the siege was never raisd They 're bound to heare his ruin and withall To beare a share then not to heare atall The nose mistooke it could not smell the rot But all seem'd sweet now stinking is it's lot For that offence the eyes are hated more They spy'd her first and ever went before To usher in the rest with much delight But they were dim when she was out of sight And did connive her faults her painted face With what was ill they counted as a grace They were the spies to watch and bring in Newes Be the're so false the heart they did abuse With misconceits they were feoffees in trust Ill overseers drawn away with lust They did dissemble any one would think They closd with sleep when as they did but wink They'd never rest till they had brought about This fond attempt all this is out of doubt The judgement 's past they must be drown'd in teares In open view that he that sees or heares May warning take then dimnesse must o're take them And by degrees their sight shall cleane forsake them When fruit is gone then leaves shall stay behind To shew the reason why the eyes grew blind The tongue is deeply guilty in this case For flatt'ring first and then to be as base To give deny all to that maid t'whome he Had been engag'd 't was plaine hypocrisie By it the secrets of the heart were broken Had it not been for this none would have spoken It blabd abroad what ever it did find Though ne're so closely seated in the mind Such was its force it might have all control'd And broke the match if 't had been wise and bold It made the motion then the rest about it Did yeeld the match could not be made without it No art but this he never went to schoole He'ad learn'd to sell his master for a fools He 's sentenc't publique to confesse the crime Then to be silenc'd for a little time And when he speaks to faulter in his tale Imprison'd I then not capable of bale The fault 's so great being bound unto the peace His jaw's the grates but if it get release It speakes true nonsence that 's the legall sum Then greif and shame at last must strike him dumb But now the chaps for opening at a beck And let him prate at randam without check The teeth did snarle and bite flesh guiltlesse long Yet for this fault ne're snarl'd nor bit the tongue They were confederates there fore 't was no wonder The chaps must fall the teeth shall drop in sunder Nor is the throat found innocent for why The voyce had freedome though't ne're did deny The breath a passage sounding out the note Rough hot and dry's the censure of the throat There was a sine laid on the subtill breath Sentence adjourn'd untill the day of death Now all the members feeling smart are greived They cast a plot in vaine to be releived Against the intellectuals malice breaks The heart indites and every member speaks And plead they govern'd them and ever when They mov'd them 't was as Devils move in men They could not stir nor bring forth such events But still were forc'd and us'd as instruments All that they did was by the livened soule Devis'd and acted who did all controule This is in justice can it equall bee That we should suffer and the soule go free Search out the cause is it not very fit Those parts should suffer and we should be quit The Vnderstanding 't is that 's first arraign'd The charge is heavie for they all complain'd How he deceiv'd them never tri'd the case But gave consent that Will should take his place Which like a Tyrant quite suspended Reason It might more freely plot and work this treason What he propounded all must yeeld unto it Or else must suffer if they would not do it Be 't ne're so bad none must dispute the cause The Will will stand and crosse all humane Lawes All 's currant coyne what e're it did erect To chuse this whore the other did reject It made the match and every thing 's done by it This is not envie nor do I belye it Th' affections like to pages fore-most run That should be hind-most having ill begun As ill drive on with haste they turne to passion And roaving bring the members out of fashion They slight and hate where they should truly love And love amisse stand still when they should move Lust steeres the course the compasse-rule is Sense Conceit 's the Pilot no man knows from whence These Furies come nor whither they are bound Though they are out-law'd they are ever found Most busie with the rest to all that 's evill As if they had their lerry from the Devill Their censure is the Vnderstanding's lost Or by the Will it shall be ever crost In all designes and carried like a slave And be a vassall nor can freedome have The Will for so inttenching on that part Against its will must undergo the smart To be imprison'd neverto be free To do or not