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A19754	Canaans calamitie Ierusalems misery, or The dolefull destruction of faire Ierusalem by Tytus, the sonne of Vaspasian Emperour of Rome, in the yeare of Christs incarnation 74 Wherein is shewed the woonderfull miseries which God brought vpon that citty for sinne, being vtterly ouer-throwne and destroyed by sword, pestilence and famine.; Canaans calamitie Jerusalems misery	T. D.; Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600, attributed name.; Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632, attributed name.	1618 (1618)	STC 6181.2; ESTC S105234	22,000	62

malice far exceed the Diuell Too long alasse he ouer-ruld my will And made me actor of a thousand woes What I refus'd his outrage did fulfill And his deuise did make my friends my foes Then worthy Victor mittigate my blame And let thy glory ouer-spread my shame No more quoth Tytus stay thy traiterous tounge Infect vs not with thy impoysoned breath I le doe thee right that hast done many wrong Thy end of sorrow shall begin thy death And by thy death shall life arise to such To whom thou thoughtst a minutes life too much With that he wild his Captaines take him thence When he with yron chaines was ●ettered fast And afterward meete meed for his offence Through all the Campe they ●ed him at the last That he of them might mockt and scorned be And then in chaines they hanged him one a tree This was the end of proud Iehocanan That in Ierusalem did such harme And this likewise was that accursed man That in his malice with a fierce alarme Burnd all the Victuals laide in by the Peeres That was inough to serue them twenty yeeres Which was the cause that in so short a space So great a famine fell within the towne Yea this was he burnt King Agrippaes place And in the temple slew so many downe But not long after he was gone and dead Out of his den did Schimion shew his head SCHIMION in like sort being driuen with hunger out of his den apparelling himselfe in princely attire desired to be brought before ●itus supposing he would haue saved his life but he commanded his head to be stricken off and his body to be cut in peces and cast to the dogges WHo staring vp and down with feareful lookes Least any one were nigh to apprehend him Like to a Panther doubting hidden hookes That any way might lye for to offend him Driuen out with famine hungry at the hart He sought for succour of his earned smart And hauing drest himselfe in Kingly tire In richest manner that he could deuise That men at him might wonder and desire To know what Monarke did from earth arise Farre off he walked as it were in boast And shewd himselfe vnto the Romaine hoast For his great heart could not abid to yeeld Though gnawing hunger vext his very sou●e Thus faintly walkt he vp and downe the field With lofty thoughts with famine did controule Supposing firmely though he liu'd in 〈◊〉 He should finde fauour for his high estate For though quoth he I did the Romaines wrong Yet in my deeds I shewed Princely courage Bearing a heart that did to honour throng And there vpon their Campe so oft did forage To haughty acts all Princes honour owes For they must thinke that war hath made vs foes Considering this Prince Tytus may be proude To such an enemie he may fauour shew And herein may his action be allowd That magnanimitie he will nourish so And by his mercie make a friend of him That in his warres so great a foe hath beene Which in this honour hee himselfe did flatter Of him the Romaines had a perfect sight And round about him they themselues did scatter Yet were afraid to come within his might And that they fear'd this was the onely reason They knew his craft and doubted hidden treason But Schimion seeing that they shund him so He cald vnto them in couragious wise Maiestically walking to and fro And in this sort his speech to them applies If any gallant Captaine with you be L●t him approch and talke one word with me With that stept out a braue couragious Knight With weapons well prouided euery way A noble Romaine of great strength and might Who with his weapon drawne these words did say Tell me who art thou that in such attire Walkes in this place and what is thy desire I am quoth he vndaunted Schimeon The wrathfull Captaine of seditious Iewes That slew the Romaines in their greatest throng The deed whereof I come not to excuse Nor doe I passe what you can say thereto I am the man made you so much a doe Yet let me thus much fauour craue of thee As to conduct me to great Tytus sight Thy noble friend but enemie to m● Yet doubt I not but he will doe me right Bring me to him what chaunce so ere I finde That he may heare and I may shew my mind The Romaine Captaine his request fulfild To Tytus royall presence was he brought Whose hatefull person when the Prince beheld He did refuse to heare him speake in ought Away with him he sayd let ●im be bound For of all woe this villaine was the ground And like a Captiue first let him be led About the Camp to suffer scoffes and scornes And after that strike of his hatefull head The mansion house of mischiefes pricking thornes And let his carcase be in peeces torne And every gobbet vnto dogges be throwne What Titus charg'd was put in execution And in this sort was Schimio●s hatefull end Who went to death with wonderous resolution Not like a man but like an hellish fiend Thus Titus conquer'd that most pretious Iem The beautious Citie faire Ierusalem The number of those that had bin slaine at the siege of Ierusalem and the number of the Prisoners that Titus caried with him to Rome THE perfect number of the people there The which with hunger with sword was slaine A leauen hundred thousand did appeare As bookes of records did declare it plaine Beside all such as did vnburied lye And diuers moe that did in fier dye And when to Rome the Conquerer went his way The number of his prisoners were full great Full sixteene thousand men that instant day Were carried captiue to the Romaine seate Among the rest the man that wrot this story Who by his wisedome purchast endlesse glory Thus Christs prophesie truely came to passe Which Forty yeares before he had expressed But with the Iewes of small account it was Till they did finde themselues so sore distressed He soght their life his death they wrought with spite Wishing his blood on them and theirs to light The which according to their owne request The Lord in wrath did perfectly fulfil There channels ran with blood and did not rest Their blood was spilt that Iesus blood did spill God grant we may our hatefull sins forsake And by the Iewes a Christian warning take FINIS

Romaines heads with glad-sōe baies wer crowned For blesfull victory on their side ensued While on the Iewes the worlds Creator frowned The Captaines of the foule seditious rout To hide their heades did seeke odd corners out The R●maines resting in triumphant state Vnto the holy Temple turned their course And finding shutthe siluer shining gate They fir'd it retayning no remorce And when the fiers flamde did sore abound The melting siluer streamd along the ground Their timber worke into pale ashes turning Downe dropt the goodly gate vpon the flower What time the wrathfull Romaines went in running Shouting and crying with a mighty power The glory of which place their bright sight drew To take thereof a wondring greedy view Yet did that place but onely lead the way Vnto the holyest place where once a yeare The high Priest went vnto the Lord to pray The figure of whose glory did there appeare Sanctum Sanctorum so that place was called Which Tytus wondring mind the most appalled Which holy holyest place when Tytus sawe Hauing a view but of the outward part So glorious was it that the sight did draw A wounderous reuerence in his soule and heart And with all meeknesse on his Princely knees He honors there the Maiestie he sees This place was closed in with goulden gates So beautifull and super excellent That Princely Tytus and the Romaine states Said sure this is Gods house omnipotent And therefore Tytus who did loue and feare it Cōmanded straightly no man should come nere it And through his Camp he made a proclamation That whosoeuer did come neere the same He should be hanged vp without compassion Without respect of birth desert or fame And more a band of men he there ordained To keepe the Temple not to be prophaned The seditious set vpon the Romaine guard that kept the Temple and sodenly slew them whereupon the Romaine souldiers set fire on the golden gate of Sanctum Sanctorum and spoyled the holy place with fire Titus sought to quench it but could not for which he made great lamentation VVHile qu●et thus the Romaine prince did ly Without mistrust of any bloudy broyle Proclaiming pardon life and liberty To euey yeelding ●●ule in that faire soyle A crew of ●rayt●rous Iewes of base condition Assayled the Romaine guard without suspition All Tytus gallant Souldiers which he set So carefully the Temple gates to keepe Vpon a sodaine they against them get In dead of night when most were ●alne a sleepe And there without all stay or further wordes Each man they murdered on their drawn swordes Not one escap'd their bloody butchering hands Which noble Tytus hea●ing grieued sore And thereon rais'd his best prepared bandes Slaying those Iewes and many hundreds more And with such fury he pursu'd them still That who escapt fled vp to Syon ●ill But yet the Romaines full of hot reuenge For this vilde deede by wicked Iewes committed Troopt to the Temple with a mighty swinge And hauing all things for their purpose fitted Did in their rage set on fiers flame Those goodly goulden gates of greatest fame And as the flaming fier gather'd strength Great spoyle was practisd by the Romaine rout The melting gould that streamed downe at length Did gild the marble pauement round about The gates thus burned with a hidious din Sa●ctum Sanctorum Romaines entred in Who hauing hereby won their hearts desier With mighty shootes they shewed signes of ioy While the holy place burnt with flaming fier Which did earthes heauenly paradice destroy This woefull sight when Tytus once did see He sought to quench it but it would not be For many wicked hands had busie beene To worke that holy house all foule disgraces Which Tytus would haue ●au'd as well was seene But it was fier'd in so many places That by no meanes the spoyle he could preuent Which thing he did most grieuously lament He ran about and cri'd with might and main● O stay your hands and saue this house I charge yee Fetch water vp and quench this fire againe Or you sha●l smart before I doe enlarge yee Thus some he threatned many he intreated Till he was hoarse with that he had repeated But when his voyce was gone with crying out He drew his sword and slew the disobedient Till faint and weary running round about He sat him downe as it was expedient And there twixt wrath and sorrow he bewayled With froward Souldiers he no more preuayled The Priests Iewes that earst themselues had hidden Within the compasse of that holy ground Against the Romaines fought and had abidden For to defend it many a bleeding wound But when they saw there was no way to fly They lept into the fier and there did die So long they fought vntill the parching fier Did burne the clothes from their sweating backes The more they fought the more was their desier For to revenge the Temples wofull wrackes They layd about as long as they could stand Or moue a legge or lift a feeble hand And all this while did noble Tytus mourne To see Sanctorum spoyled in such sort Layde on the ground there did he tosse and turne And smote at such as did to him report The woefull ruine of that holy place And from his sight with frownes he did them chace Titus with great reverence entred into the Sanctu● Sanctorum and greatly wondred as the beautie thereof affirming it to be the house of the God of heauen THe cruell fire having wrought her worst When that at length the fury thereof ceast Titus arose all open and vntrust Of many teares vnburdned and releast With head vncouered mild and reverently Into Sanctorum humbly entred he And seeing the glorie and magnificence The wondrous beautie of that sacred place Which there appeared for all the v●hemence The flaming fier made so long a space Tytus did stand amazed at the sight When he considered euery thing a right And therevpon into this speech he broke How came I in this Paradice of pleasure This Place Celestiall may all soules Prouoke To scorne the world and seeke no other treasure Doe I from ea●th ascend by eleuation Or see I heauen by divine revelation Vndoubte●ly the mightie God dwolt here This was no mor●al● creatures habitation For earthly Monarkes it was all to dee●e Fit for none but h●m who is our soules saluation O ea●thly heauen or heauenly Sa●ntes receauer Thy sweete remembrance shall I keepe for euer Now well I wot no maruell t' was indeed The Iewes so stoutly stood in fence of this O who could blame them when they did proceed By all deuices to preserue their blis Since first I saw the Sunne I neuer knew What heauens ioy ment till I this place did view Nor did the Gentiles without speciall cause From fardest partes both of the East and West Send heapes of gold by straight commaund of lawes This sacred place with glory to inuest For rich and wounderous is this holy seat And in mans eye