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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

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