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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07503	The Inner-Temple masque. Or Masque of heroes Presented (as an entertainement for many worthy ladies:) by gentlemen of the same ancient and noble house. Tho. Middleton.	Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.	1619 (1619)	STC 17887; ESTC S112576	5,715	20

cockscomb seeks now for a seruice Ha's hunted vp and downe ha's beene at Court And the Long-Porter broke his head a'crosse there He had rather see the Deuill for this he sayes He ne're grew vp so tall with Fasting-dayes I would not for the price of all my Almanacks The Guard had tooke him there they would ha beate out his braines with Bombards I bade him stay till Lent and now he whimpers He would to Rome forsooth that 's his last refuge But would trie awhile How well he should be vsde in Lancashire New-Y. He was my Fathers seruant That he was sir Doct. T is here vpon Record Fast. I seru'd him honestly and cost him little Doct. I I le be sworne for that Fast. Those were the Times sir That made your Predecessors rich and able To lay vp more for you and since poore Fasting-daies Were not made reckoning on the pampered flesh H 'as plaide the knaue Maides haue had fuller bellies Those meales that once were sau'd haue stird lept And bègot Bastards and they must be kept Better keepe Fasting-dayes your selfe may tell you And for the profit of purse backe and belly Doct. I neuer yet heard Truth better whin'de out New-Y. Thou shalt not al be lost not for vainglorie Greedily welcom'd wee 'le begin with Vertue As we may hold with 't that do's Vertue right Set him downe Sir for Candlemas Eue at night Fast. Well better late then neuer This is my comfort I shall come to make All the Fat Rogues goe to bed supperlesse Get dinners where they can New-Y. How now what 's he Doct. T is old Time Sir that belongd To all your Predecessors New-Y. Oh I honour That Reuerend Figure may I euer thinke How precious thou' rt in youth how rarely Redeemed in Age Time Obserue you haue Times seruice There 's all in briefe Enter the first Antemasque New-Y. Hah Doctor What are these Time The Rabble that I pitie these I haue seru'd too But few or none haue euer obseru'd me Amongst this dissolute Route Candlemas day I 'me sorie to see him so ill associated Doct. Why that 's his cause of cōming to cōplaine Because Shrouetuesday this yeere dwels so neere him But ti 's his place he cannot be remou'd You must be patient Candlemas and brooke it This Rabble Sir Shrouetuesday hungrie Lent Ill May-day Midsummer Eue and the first Dogge-day Come to receiue their places due by custome And that they build vpon New-Y. Giu 'em their charge and then admit 'em Doct. I will doo 't in Cone Stand forth Shrouetuesday one 'a the silenc'st Bricke-Layers T is in your charge to pull downe Bawdyhouses To set your Tribe aworke cause spoyle in Shorditch And make a Dangerous Leake there deface Turnbul And tickle Codpiece Rowe ruine the Cockpit the Poore Players ne're thriud in 't a my Cōscience some Queane pist vpon the first Bricke For you leane Lent be sure you vtter first Your rotten Herrings and keepe vp your best Till they be rotten then ther 's no deceit When they be all alike You Ill-Mayday Be as vnruly a Rascall as you may To stirre vp Deputy Double Diligence That comes perking forth with Halberts And for you Midsomer Eue that watches warmest Be but sufficiently drunke and y' are well harnest You Dogday Dogd. Woh. Doct. A churlish maundring Rogue You must both beg and rob curse and collogue In cooler Nights the Barne with Doxies fill In Haruest lye in Haycock with your Iill They haue all their charge New-Y. You haue gin 't at the wrong end Doct. To bid 'em sin 's the way to make e'm mend For what they are forbid they run to head-long I ha' cast their Inclinations now your seruice To draw fresh bloud into your Mrs. cheekes slaues The first Dance and first Ante-Masque consisting of these six Rude ones Exeunt New-Y. What scornfull lookes the Abusiue Villaines threw Vpon the reuerend forme and face of Time Me thought it appear'd sorry and went angry Doct. 'T is still your seruant New-Y. How now what are these Doct. These are your Good Dayes and your Bad Dayes Sir Those your Indifferent dayes nor good nor bad New-Y. But is here all Doct. A wonder there 's so many How these broke loose euery one stops their passage And makes inquiry after 'em This Farmer will not cast his seed i th' ground Before he looke in Bretnor there he finds Some word which hee hugs happily as Ply the Box Make Hay betimes It falls into thy Mouth A punctuall Lady will not paint forsooth Vpon his Criticall dayes t will not hold well Nor a nice Citie-Wedlocke eate fresh Herring Nor Perriwinkles Although she long for both if the word be that day Gape after Gudgins or some fishing phrase A Scriueners Wife wil not intreat the Mony-master That lyes i th' house and gets her Husbands children To furnish a poore Gentlemans Extremes If she find Nihil in a Bagge that morning And so of thousand follies these suffice To shew you Good Bad and Indifferent Dayes And all haue their Inscriptions here 's Cock a Hoop This the Geere cottens and this Faint Heart neuer These noted Blacke for Badnesse Rods in pisse This Post for Puddings this Put vp thy Pipes These blacke and white indifferently inclining To both their natures neither Full nor Fasting In Dock out Nettle Now to your motion Blacke Knaues and white Knaues and you parcell Rascals Two hypocriticall party-colord Varlets That play o'both hands Here the second Dance and last Ante-Masque Eight Boyes habited according to their former Characters The three Good Dayes attyred all in white Garments sitting close' to their bodies their Inscriptions on their Brests On the first Cocke a Hoope On the second The Geere Cottens On the third Faint Heart Neuer The three Bad Dayes all in blacke Garments their Faces blacke and their Inscriptions On the first Rods in Pisse On the second Post for Puddings On the third Put vp thy Pipes The Indifferent Dayes In Garments halfe white halfe blacke their Faces seamd with that party Colour and their Inscriptions The first Neither full nor Fasting The second In Docke out Nettle These hauing purchasde a Smile from the Cheekes of many a Beautie by their Ridiculous Figures vanish proud of that Treasure Doct. I see these pleasures of low Births and Natures Adde little freshnesse to your cheeks I pittie you And can no longer now conceale from you Your happy Omen Sir Blessings draw neere you I will disclose a Secret in Astrologie By the sweet Industry of Harmonie Your white and glorious friend Eu'n very Deities haue conspir'd to grace Your faire Inauguration here I find it T is cleere in Art The minute nay the point of Time 's ariu'd Me thinkes the blessings touch you now they 're felt Sir At which loud Musicke heard the first Cloud vanishing Harmony is discouered with her sacred Quire The first Song Har. NEw-yeere New-yeere harke harken to me I am sent downe To crowne Thy wishes with me Thy faire desires in Vertues Court are fil'de The goodnesse of thy thought This blessed worke hath wrought Time shall be reconcilde Thy Spring shall in all sweets abound Thy Sommer shall be cleere and sound Thy Autumne swell the Barne and Loft With Corne and fruits ripe sweet and soft And in thy Winter when all goe Thou shalt depart as white as Snow Then a second Cloud vanishing the Masquers themselues discouered sitting in Arches of Clouds being nine in Number Heroes Deified for their Vertues The Song goes on Behold behold harke harken to me Glories come downe To crowne Thy wishes with me Bright Heroes in lasting Honour spher'd Vertues eternall Spring By making Time their King See they 're beyond Time reard Yet in their loue to humane good In which estate themselues once stood They all descend to haue their worth Shine to Imitation forth And by their Motion Light and Loue To Show how after Times should moue Then the Masquers descending set to their first Dance The second Song Har. MOue on Moue on be still the same You Beauteous Sonnes of Brightnesse You adde to Honour Spirit and Flame To Vertue Grace and Vhitenesse You whose euery little motion May learne Strictnesse more Deuotion Euery Pace of that high worth It treades a faire Example forth Quickens a Vertue makes a Storie To your owne Heroick Glorie May your three times thrice Blest Number Rayse Merit from his Ancient Slumber Moue on Moue on c. Then they order themselues for their second Dance after which The third Song SEe whether Fate hath lead you Lamps of Honour Fog Goodnesse brings her owne reward vpon her Looke turne your Eyes then conclude commending And say you haue lost no Worth by your Descending Behold a Heauen about you Spheres more plentie There for one Luna here shines Ten And for one Venus Twentie Then Heroes double both your Fame and Light Each chuse his Starre and full adorne this Night At which the Masquers make choice of their Ladyes and Dance Time thus closing all Time The Morning gray Bids come away Euery Lady should begin To take her Chamber for the Stars are in Then making his honour to the Ladies Liue Long the Miracles of Times and Yeeres Till with those Heroes You sit fixt in Spheres FINIS