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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

she great are thy cares God wot To haue thy hungry stomack fil'd with food Yet all be it we haue so hard a lot Dismember not thy selfe for any good No brutish beast will doe so foule a deede Then doe not thou gainst nature so proceed But O my sonne what shall I doe quoth she My griefe of hunger is as great as thine And sure no hope of comfort doe I see But we must yeild our selues to starue and pine The wrath of God doth siege the Citty round And we within fell famine doth confound The sword without intends our desolation Consuming pestilence destroyeth heere within Ciuell dissention breedes our hearts vexation The angry heauens the same hath sent for sinne Murders and ruine through our streete● doe run Then how can I feede thee my louing sonne Yf pale fac't famine take away my life Why then with whome should I trust thee my sonen Far heer 's no loue but hate and deadly strife Woe is that child whose parents dayes are done One thee sweete boy no person would take pitty For milde compassion hath forsooke the citty Once I retaynd this ioyfull hope of thee When ripened yeares brought thee to mans estate That thou shouldst be a comfort vnto me Feeding my age when youthfull strength did bate And haue my meate my drinke and cloth of thee Fit for a Lady of so high degree And when the span length of my life was done That God and nature claim'd of me their due My hope was then that thou my louing Sonne In Marble stone my memorie should renew And bring my corpes with honour to the graue The latest dutie men of children crau● But now I see my sweete and bonny boy This hope is fruitlesse and these thoughts are vaine I see grim death hath seaz'd my earthly ioy I or ●amines dart hath thee already slaine Thy hollow eyes and wrinckled cheekes declare Thou art not markt to be thy Fathers heire Looke on thy legges see all thy flesh is gone Thy ●ollie thighes are fallen quite away Thy a●mes and handes nothing but skin and bone How weake thy heart is thou thy selfe canst say I haue no foode to strengthen thee my child And heere thy buriall would be too too vilde Wherefore my Sonne least vgly Rauens and Crowes Should eate thy carcas●e in the stincking streetes Thereby to be a scorne vnto our foes And gaule to me that gaue thee many sweets I haue prepaird this my vnspotted wombe To be for thee an honourable Tombe Then sith thou canst not liue to be a man What time thou mightst haue fed thy aged mother Therefore my child it lyes thee now vpon To be my foode because I haue no other With my one blood long time I nourisht thee Then with thy flesh thou oughtst to cherish mee Within this wombe thou first receiuedst breath Then giue thy mother that which she gaue thee Here hadst thou life then lye here after death Sith thou hadst beene so welbeloude of me In spight of foes be thou my dayly food And saue my life that can doe thee no good In blessed Eden shall thy soule remaine While that my belly is thy bodyes graue There is no taste of famine woe or paine But ioyes eternall more then heart can craue Then who would wish in sorrow to perseuer That by his death might liue in heauen for euer The Lady with hunger is constrayned to kill her best beloued and onely Sonne and eate him whose body she Roasted VVHen this was said her feeble child she tooke And with a sword which she had lying by She thrust him through turning away her looke That her wet eyes might not behold him die And when sweete life was from his body fled A thousand times she kist him being dead His mil●e white body staind with purple blood She cl●nsd and washt with siluer dropping teares Which being done she wipte it as she stood With nothing else but her faire golden haires And when she ●aw his litle lims were cold She cut him vp for hunger made her bold In many peeces did she then deuide him Some part she sod some other part she rosted Frō neighbours sight she made great shift to hide him And of her cheere in heart she greatly bosted Ere it was ready she began to eate And from the spit pluckt many bits of meate The smell of the meate is felt round about the seditious Captai●● therevpon came to the Lady and threatens to kill her for meate Wherevpon the Lady sets part before them THe sent thereof was straight smelt round abou● The neighbour then out of their houses ran Saying we smell roast-meat out of all doubt Which was great wonder vnto euery man And euery one like to a longing wife In that good cheer did wi●h his sharpest knife This newes so swift in each mans mo●th did flie The proud seditious heard thereof at last Who with all speed vnto the house did hye And at the doores and windowes knocked fast And with vilde words speeches rough and great They askt the Lady where she had that meat Thou wicked woman how comes this quoth they That thou alone hast roast-meat in the towne While we with griping famine dye each day Which are your Lords and leaders of renowne For this contempt we thinke it right and reason Thou shouldst be punisht as in case of treason The louely Lady trembling at their speech Fearing their bloody hands and cruell actions With many gentle words did them beseech They would not enter into further factions But listen to her words and she would tell The certaine truth how euery thing befell Be not she said at your poore hand-maid grieued I haue not eaten all in this hard case But that your selues might something be relieued I haue kept part to giue you in this place Then sit you downe right welcome shall you be And what I haue your selues shall tast and see With diligence the Table then she layde And siluer trenchers on the boord she set A golden salt that many ounces wayde And Damask napkins dainty fine and neate Her guests were glad to se this preparation And at the boord they sat with contentation In massie siluer platters brought she forth Her owne Sonnes flesh whom she did loue so deere Saying my maisters take this well in worth I pray be merry looke for no other cheere See here my childs white hand most finely drest And here his foote eate where it likes you best And doe not say this child was any others But my owne Sonne whome you so well did know Which may seeme strange vnto all tender Mothers My owne childes flesh I should deuoure so Him did I beare and carefully did feed And now his flesh sustaines me in my need Yet allbeit this sweet relieuing feast Hath dearest beene to me that ere I made Yet niggardize I doe so much detest I thought it shame but there should some be layde In store for you although the store be small For

CANAANS CALAMITIE Ierusalems Misery OR The dolefull destruction of faire Ierusalem by TYTVS 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 AT LONDON ¶ Printed for Thomas Bayly and are to be sould at the corner-shop in the middle rowe in Holborne neere adioyning vnto Staple Inne 1618. TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFVLL M. Richard Kingsmill Esquier Iustice of peace and Quorum in the Countie of Southampton and Surveyer of her Maiesties Court●s of Wardes and Liveries All prosperitie and happines HAuing Right worshipfull often heard of your extraordinary favour shewed in the depth of extremitie to some poore freindes of mine remayning in your pleasant Lordship of High-cleere by meanes whereof they haue had no small comfort for the recouerie of their wished desire I haue been studious how I might in some measure declare both their thankfulnesse and mine owne for so great a good But such 〈◊〉 our weake abillity that we cannot requite the least poynt of that life prolonging kindnes which the riches of your courtesie did yeeld neverthelesse to make apparent that our poore estates shall not obscure or clowd with ingratitude the well intending thoughts of our hearts I haue presumed to present to your worship this little booke an vnfaigned token of our good affection hoping that like the Princely Pertian you will more respect the good will then the gift which I confesse farre vnworthy so worthy a Patron in respect of the simple handling of so excellent a matter But a playne stile doth best become plaine truth for a trifling fable hath most neede of a pleasant pen. Wherefore if it shall please your Worship to esteeme of my simple labour and to let this passe vnd●r your favorable protection I shall haue the end of my desire And resting thus in hope of your worships courtesie I cease wishing you all hearts content in this life and in the world to come eternall felicitie Your worships most humblie affectionate T. D. Three stately walles begirt this Citty round Strongly raild vp of gallant squared stone Vnpossible in fight foes should them confound By warlike Engines seized therevpon The spacious gates most glorious to behold Were all gilt ouer with rich burnisht gould Aud round abo●t Ierusalem likewise Were pleasant walkes prepard for recreation Sweet daintie gardens feeding gazers eyes With workes of wonder and high admiration Where in the midst of sweetest smelling flowers They built for pleasure many pleasant bowers In treasures store this Citty did excell For pompe and pride it was the onely place In her alone did richest Marchants dwell And famous Princes sprung of Royall race And fairer Dames did nature neuer frame Then in that Citty dwelt and thither came Christs Prophesie of the destruction of this Cittie and how it came to passe accordingly within Forty yeares after shewing the cause that mooued the Emperour to come against it OVr Sauiour Christ tracing the bordring hilles When he on this faire Cittie cast his eye The teares along his rosia●l cheekes dist●●les Mourning for their destruction drawing nie O Ierusalem Ierusalem quoth hee My heart bewailes thy great calamitie The time shall come and neere it is at hand When furious foes shall t●ench thee round about And batter downe thy Towers that stately stand All thy strong holds within thee and without Thy golden buildings shall they quite confound And make thee equall with the lowly ground O woe to them that then giues sucke he sayes And lulles their Infants on their tender knees More woe to them that be with child those dayes Wherein shal be such extreame miserye● Thou mightst haue shund these plagues hadst thou bin wise Which now for sinne is hidden from thy eyes This dreadfull Prophesie spoken by our Lord The stubborne people naught at all regarded Whose Adamantine heartes did still accord To follow sinne whhich was with shame rewarded They flouted him for telling of this storie And crucifide inspite the Lord of glorie Reprochfully they fleered in his face That wept for them in tender true compassion They wrought his death and did him all disgrace That sought their life and waild their desolation Their hardened heartes beleeu'd not what was said Vntill they saw the siege about them layd Full fortie yeares after Christes passion Did these proud people liue in peace and rest Whose wanton eyes seeing no alteration Christs words of truth they turned to a iest But when they thought themselues the surest of all Lo then began their neuer raised fall Their mounting minds that towred past their strength Scorning subiection to the Romaine state In boyling hatred loath'd their Lords at length Dispis'd the Emperour with a deadly hate Reiecting his authoritie each howre Sought to expell the pride of forraine power Which foule contēpt the Emperours wrath inflam'd Mightie Vespatian hot reueng did threat But all in vaine they would not be reclaim'd Relying on their strength and courage great And hereupon began the deadly iarre And after followed bloody wofull warre The sign●s and tokens shewed before the destruction alluring the Iewes to repentance and their little regard thereof interpreting all things to be for the best flattering themselues in their sinnes YEt marke the mercy of our gracious God Before the grieuous scourge to them was sent That they might shun his heauie smarting rod And hartely their filthy faultes repent Strange signes and wonders did he shew them still Fore-runners of their ruine woe and ill For one who●e yeare as well by day as night A blazing starre appeared in the skie Whose bushie tayle was so excelling bright It dim'd the glory of the sunns faire eye And euery one that on this obiect gazed At sight thereof stood wonderous sore amazed In right proportion it resembled well A sharp two edged sword of mighty strength The percing poynt a needle did excell And sure it seem'd a mi●●cle for length So strange a starre before was neuer seene And since that time the like hath neuer been And ouer right that goodly famous Cittie Hung still this dreadfull apparition Which might haue mou'd had they bin gracious witty For outward follies inward hearts contrition And neuer did that wonder change his place But still Ierusalem with woe menace The wondring people neuer lookt thereon But their mistrusting heart suspected much Saying great plagues would follow thereupon Such priuie motions did their conscience touch But other-some would say it was not so But signe that they their foes would ouerthrow Thinke not quoth they that Iacobs God will leaue The blessed seed of Abraham in distresse First shall his Sword the heathens liues bereaue As by this token he doth plaine expresse His fierie sword shall shield this holy towne And heaw in heapes the proudest Rom●ins downe Thus flattered they themselues in sinfull sort Their harts were hard their deepest iudgmēts blinded What godly

they in harsh and churlish sort Tut tell not vs of honourable state And if thou wilt we 'l cut thy Infants throat So shall he neede no meate then cease to pra●e Men must haue meate let children dye and s●arue Yf we want foode in warres how can we seru● With bended browes they s●roue to get away But she vpon her knees did follow fast And taking hould on their confus'd aray This sad complaint from her hearts pallace past Renouned Lords our Cittie 's sure defence O let me speake once more ere you goe hence Yf you lack money see I haue good store Wherein great Cesars Image is portrayde Therefore of gift I will demaund no more To buy me some foode let me not be denayd For fiue red herriugs ten Crownes shall you haue I le pay it downe with vantage if you 〈◊〉 That damned coyne quoth they wee doe de●est And therewithall thy selfe which all this while Has● kept our foes foule picture in thy chest Which seekes this holy Citty to de●i●e Thou getst no foode and therefore hold thy toungue Hang starue dye thou canst not dye more young O pardon yet quoth she my earnest speech Doe not my words to poyson so conuert Take heere my chaine I humbly doe beseech Of pearle and Diamonds for one silly sprat One sprat sweete men cast vpon the ground For this faire chaine which cost a thousand pound Talke not to vs quoth they of Iems and chaines Of Diamonds Pearls or precious rings of Gould One sprat to vs is sweeter gotten gaines Then so much siluer as this house can hold Gould is but drosse where hunger is so great Hard hap hath hee that hath but gould to eate With that the testie Souldiers get them out Proud of the purchast pray which they had got The woefull Lady e did they mocke and flout Her plaints and teares regarding not a iott Shee sighes they smile she mournes and they reioyce And of their pray they make an equall choyce But Megar famine couetous of all Enuying those that should thereof haue part In sharing out there purchasse bread a brawle Wherein one s●abd the other to the heart This fellow said the other did deceiue him He swore againe enough they did not leaue him Lo thus about the victuals they did fight Looke who was strongest bore away the prize And for a crust of bread in dead of night They cut their Fathers throats in wofull wise The mother would her childrens victuals snatch And from his wife the husband he did catch ¶ How the noble Lady and her young S●nne went to out the dung of beasts to eate being ready to dye with hunger and could finde none shewing what moane they made comming home without BVt now of Miriams sorrow will I speake Whom the seditious Souldiers so distrest Her noble heart with girfe was like to breake No kind of foode had she then to reliue her With gnawing hunger was she sore opprest Nor for her child which most of all did grieue her Alas quoth shee that euer I was borne To see these gloomie daies of griefe and care whome this false world hath mede an open scorne Fraught full of miserie passing all compare Blest had I been if in the painefull birth I had receiu'd sweete sentence of my death Why hath the partiall heauens prolong'd my life Aboue a number of my deerest friends Whose blessed soules did neuer see the strife How happy were they in their happy ends Great God of Abraham heare my mournefull crie Soone rid my life or end this miserie With that her little sonne with eager looke Vnto his wofull mother crying came His pretty hands fast hold vpon her tooke Whose presence brought her praying out of frame And to his Mother thus the child did say Giue mee some meate that eat nothing to day I am deere Mother hungry at the heart And scalding thirst makes me I cannot speake I feele my strength decay in euery part One bit of bread for me good Mother breake My lesson I haue learnd where you did lay it Then giue me some what you shall heere me say it The sighing Ladie looking quite a-side With many ●obs sent from her wofull soule Wroung both her hands but not one word replide Sighes stopt her toung teares did her tongue cōtroul Sweete Lady mother mother speake quoth he O let me not with hunger murdered bee Deere child she said what wouldst thou haue of me Art thou a thirst then come and drinke my teares For other succour haue I none for thee The time hath been I could haue giueu thee peares Rose coulered apples cherries for my child But now alas of all wee are beguild But come quoth she giue me thy little finger And thou and I will to the back-yard goe And there seeke out a Cow-cake For thy dinner How saist thou sonne art thou contented so The ioyfull child did hereat giue a smile When both his eyes with water ran the while Then vp and downe with warie s●arching eye In euery place for beasts dung doth she seeke As if a long lost Iewell there did lye Clo●e hidden in some narrow chink or creeke When she lookt and nought at all had found Then downe she coucheth on the sluttish ground And with her faire white fingers fine and small She scrapes away the dust and draffe togeather and so doth search through out the Oxes stall For dung or hoofes or some old peece of leather But when in vaine her paines she did bestow She paid her heart the interest of her woe And lifting vp with sorow her bright eyes She cald her little Sonne to come away Who sought as fast for spiders wormes and flies As she for Ordure mongst the mouldy hay O stay a while good mother did he cry For heere euen now I did a maggot spie At which sweete sight my teeth did water yet Euen as you cald she fell her in the dust An hower were well spent this prize to get To let her slip I thinke I was accurst My hungry stomacke well it would haue stayd And I haue lost her I am sore affraid I I my Sonne it may be so quoth shee Then come away let vs togeather dye Our lucklesse starres alots it so to be Peace my sweete boy alack why dost thou cry Had I found any thing thou shouldst haue seen That therewithall we would haue merry been Then be thou still my sonne and weepe no more For with my t●ares thou kilst my wounded heart Thy neede is great my hunger is as sore Which grieues my soule and pinches euery part Yet hope of helpe alack I know not any Without within our foes they are so many Deare mother heare me one word and no moe See heere my foote so slender in your sight Giue me but leaue to eate my little toe No be●ter supper will I aske to night Or else my thumbe a morsell small you see And these two ioynts me thinks may spared be My sonne quoth

they are gluttons which consumeth all Herewith she burst into a flood of teares Which downe her thin pale cheekes distilled fast Her bleeding heart no sobs nor sighes forbeares Till her weake voyce breath'd out these words at last O my deere Sonne my pretty boy quoth she While thou didst liue how sweet wast thou to me Yet sweeter farre a thousand times thou art To thy poore mother at this instant howre My hungry stomake hast thou eas'd of smart And kept me from the bloody Tyrants power And they like friends doe at my table eat That would haue kild me for a bit of meate When this was said wiping her watery eyes Vnto her self fresh courage then she tooke And all her guests she welcom'd in this wise Casting on them a courteous pleasant looke Be mery friends I pray you doe not sp●re In all this towne is not such noble fare The Captaines and their company were so amazed at sight of the childs limbes being by his mother set vpon the table in platters that wondring thereat they would not eat a bite for the which the Lady reproues them THE men amazed at this vncouth sight One to another cast a steadfast eye Their hard remorcelesse hearts full fraught with spight Were herewithall appalled sodenly And though their extreame hunger was full great Like sencelesse men they sat and would not eate O why quoth she doe you refraine this food I brought it forth vnto you for good wil● Then ●corne it not deere friends for it is good And I euen now did thereof eate my fill Tast it therefore and I dare sweare you 'l say You eate no meate more sweete this many a day Hard hearted woman cruell and vnkind Canst thou quoth they so frankly feed of this A thing more hatefull did wee neuer finde Then keepe it for thy tooth loe there it is Most vild and odious is it in our eye Then feed on mans flesh rather would wee dye Alack quoth she doth foolish pitty mooue ye Weaker then a womans is your hearts become I pray fall too and if that you doe loue me Eate where you will and I le with you eat some What greater shame to Captaines can befall Then I in courage should surpasse you all Why wast not you that did with many a threats Charge me with eager lookes to lay the cloth And as I lou'd my li●e to bring you meate And now to eate it doe you seeme so loath Mo●e fit I should then you heerewith be moued Since t was his flesh whom I so deerly loued It was my sonne and not yours that is slaine Whose roasted ●imbes lies here within the platter Then more then you I ought his flesh refraine And ten times more be greeued at this matter How chance you are more mercifull then I To spare his flesh while you for hunger dye Yet blame not me for this outragious deed For wast not you that first did spoyle my house And rob me of my food in my great need Leauing not behind a ratt or silly mouse Then you alone are authors of this feast What n●ed you then this action so detest The starued Iewes hearing this dolefull tale Were at the matter smitten in such sadnesse That man by man with visage wan and pale Dropt out of dores accusing her of madnesse And noting we●l their famine warre and strife Wisht rather death than length of mortall life And hereupon much people of the Citty Fled to the Romaines secret in the night Vpon their knees desiring them for pitty To saue their liues that were in wo●ull plight And finding mercie tolde when that was done How famine forc't a Lady eate her Sonne Tytus the Romaine Generall wept at the report of the famine in Ierusalem especially when he heard of the Mother that did eate her Childe THe Romaine Generall hearing of the same Tytus I meane Vespasians famous Sonne So grieu'd thereat that griefe did teares constraine Which downe his manly cheekes did streaming runne And holding vp to heauen his hands and eyes To this effect vnto the Lord he cries Thou mighty God which guides this mortall round That all hearts secrets sees and knowes my heart Witnesse thou canst I came not to confound This goodly Cittie or to worke their smart I was not author of their bloudie iarrs But offred peace when they imbraced wars These eighteene moneths that I with warlike force Besieged their Cittiy Lord thou knowest it well My heart was full of mercy and remorce And they alwayes did stubbornely rebell Therfore good Lord with their most hatefull rage And wondrous deeds do not my conscience charge My eyes doe see my heart doth likewise pity The great calamitie that they are in Yet Lord except thou wilt yeeld me the Cittie I 'le raise my power and not behold more sinne For they with famine are become so wilde That hunger made a woman eate her childe When Noble Titus thus had made his moane All those that from Ierusalem did fly He did receaue to mercy every one And nourisht famisht men at poynt to dye But cruell Schimion that seditious Iewe And Proud Iehocanan more mischiefe still did brew For albeit braue Tytus by his power And warlike Engines brought vnto that plece Had layde their strong walles flat vpon the flower And done their Citty wonderfull disgrace Yet stubbo●nly they did resist him still Such pl●ce they gaue to their seditious will Tytus ouerthrowing the walls of Ierusalem enters the Cyty and Temple with his power burning downe the silue● gate thereof which led the way to the Sanctum Sanctorū and setteh Souldiers to keepe it from further hurt ABout that time with wonderous dilligence They rais'd a wall in secret of the night Which then was found their Citties best defence For to withstand the conquering Roma●nes might which once rac●t the C●tty needs must yeeld And Iewes giue place to Romaines sword and shield Reno●ned Tytus well perceiuing this To his best proued Captaines gaue a charge That new rais'd wall the Iewes supposed blis Should scattered be with breaches wide and large And hervpon the troopes togither met And to the walles their battering Engines set The feare of this mademany a Iewish Lord That ioynde themselues with the seditious traine To steale away and all with one accord At Tytus feete sought mercie to obtaine Whose milde submission he accepted then And gaue them honour mong'st his noble men By this the mellow wall was broke and s●aled With fierce allarms the holy towne was entred Romaines tooke courage but the Iewes harts failed Thousands lost their liues which for honour ventred Schimion Iehocanan all did flie for feare Iewes mournd and Romaines triumpht euery where The faire Temple Gods holy habitation The worlds non pareli the heathens wonder Their Citties glory their ioyes preseruation To the Romaine power must now come vnder There many Isralites for liues defence Had lockt themselues would not come from thence The famous Citty being thus subdued The

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