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A theater of delightfull recreation.
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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willing mind For virgin-sacrifice her selfe resign'd Dauids combat with the Giant of Gath. YOu men of Israel seruants vnto Saul Goliah sounds defiance to you all Your Soueraigne and his hoast I do defie Base Israelites a Philistine am I. Behold my stature t is sixe cubits long My helmet brasse my coate of stuffe as strong All likewise brasse fiue thousand sickles wayde My bootes are brasse of brasse my shield is made My speares shaft looke vpon it and confesse A Weauers beame in bignes t is no lesse The very head thereof iron and steele Sixe hundred weight as some of you shall feele Bring forth your champion single me a man And I le confesse there 's valour in you than Giue me a man I say and let vs fight Amongst you all find one stout Israelite When Dauid heard this mightie man of Gath With terror breathing out his irefull wrath He did intreate a fauour of the King To combat that huge giant with a sling No other weapon but a staffe he tooke And fiue smooth stones of choise out of the brooke So forth with courage resolute he went The Philistine perceiuing his intent To combat him in stature but a child Disdainfully in scoffing maner smild And said to Dauid What seeme I to be Belike a dog thou bringst a staffe for me Now in the name of all the gods I serue I curse thee and as thou doest well deserue Thy flesh for meate the birds shall present share I le with thy gobbets feed the fowles of th' aire Thy carcasse on the sodaine I will yeeld For beasts to prey vpon that are in field Thus did the Giant of his valour brag While Dauid tooke out of his shepheards bag A stone and slang the same into his head That he vnto the ground fell groueling dead Who when the Philistines beheld to fall Dismaid in fearfull maner they fled all And then that hand which the Almightie guided With his owne sword his head from 's trunke deuided Thus did the simple weake vpright and iust Subdue the strong that in his strength did trust The true Map of a dogged Miser FRom Pharan wildernesse King Dauid sent Ten of his yong men that to Carmel went With kind salute to an vnkind churle there Nabal who at that place his sheepe did sheare Their Soueraignes message to the wretch they tell And how his Maiestie did greete him well No curious cates they came for to demand But what he pleasde to giue came next to hand Nabal on them a frowning looke bestowes And thus with tongue his dogged nature showes What 's Dauid that I should my victuals take And giue it run-awayes for Dauids sake With Isays sonne pray what haue I to do Haue I no vse to put my meate vnto You may be vacabonds for ought I know Vpon such fellowes nothing I le bestow Feed such as you yes marry t were good reason I haue mouths of mine owne to stop this season Worke and be hang'd earne it like other men Is' t prouender you lacke pray labour then Shall I take of my bread my flesh and drinke And giue to eu'ry rascall do you thinke No Dauids men your master must prouide Such hungry sharkes I neuer could adide Want he that will my shearers shall not lacke Emptie you came and so I pray go backe To him that sent you tell him what I say My food must be emploid another way This churlish answer did so much incense Dauid vowde death should guerdon the offence Which when the wife of Nabal vnderstood She prudently preuented shedding blood And with a present speedily did meete him Falling to ground euen at his feete to greete him Let not my Lord said she regard the man At whose offence thy wrath so late began Euen with his name his nature doth accord Folly is with him but my gracious Lord Thy hand-maid was not guiltie of the crime Nor did I see thy seruants at that time Successe attend thee wheresoere thou go Perish all they intend thy ouerthrow Accept the present which my humble thought In meekest dutie to my Prince hath brought Wherewith the kingly Prophet did replie Thou hast preuailed Nabal shall not die I do reuerse my doome a gracious wife Hath sau'd a churlish foolish husbands life The dead sleepe of Sisara REuengefull Iabin King of Canaan Whose anceters great Iosuah had slaine To vexe the Israelites with warres began At such time as in Hazor he did raigne His hoast by Sisara conducted was Who did vnto the riuer Kison passe Nine hundred chariots vnder his command When with ten thousand men neere Thabor hill Barac subduing them had vpper hand And with the edge of sword his foes did kill Sisara in distresse constraind to light Was forc'd vpon his legs to take his flight And as he fled most fearfull of his life Disanimated full of cares increase He came vnto the tent of Habers wife For Habers house with Iabin was at peace Iael went forth and met him on the way And did intreate him to turne in and stay Turne in my Lord quoth she be not afraid Repose thy weary limmes in Iaels tent For thou art welcome to thy poore hand-maid Then for a mantle presently she went To couer him and such demeanor showes That most secure he did himselfe suppose Oh I am tyr'd said he and ouercome In wearinesse and cares orewhelmed deepe I thirst for water pray thee giue me some And then be centinell while I do sleepe Stand at the doore and haue a speciall care That none do intercept me vnaware If any chance to come enquire of thee Who thou hast here or what guest is within Answer him then that no man thou didst see For at thy tent there hath no creature bin Performe this carefully at my request And so he very soundly fell to rest The sleepe of death he slept on Iaels bed For she a hammer and a naile did take And driue it through the temples of his head That neuer after he had power to wake Thus he that from his foes his life did hide By his supposed friend a woman dide The Tragedie of Prince Absolom AMbition I embrace thee in mine armes Scepter and Crowne are golden kingly charmes And haue preuail'd in my heroike minde Vnto a kingdomes rule my heart 's inclinde To be as high as Maiestie can sit Is the faire marke my thoughts desire to hit Why then ascend to Dauids royall throne Prince Absolom as King will sit thereon To fit my head euen with my fathers crowne Keeps filiall loue and subiect dutie downe In Hebron let the trumpets sound proclaime me And King of Israel let the Heralds name me My eares allow to heare no other sound But Dauid is deposde his sonne is crownd Euen in the citie gates Ile causes heare And steale the hearts of all the people there Vpon the curteous that obeysance show A mild and sweete behauiour I le bestow Kindnesse by art I will accomplish rare And how to
A Theater of Delightfull Recreation LONDON Printed for A. Iohnson 1605. TO THE WEL-AFFECTED READER REtire thy lookes and view with Iudgements eyes Mens vaine delights that passe in posting wise Their liking first and their dislike succeeding Their euery pleasure some displeasure breeding How out of league with all things lou'd they fall How all their glory is Times tennis-ball And this compar'd fixe Vertue in thy mind Which is most stay'd and heauen bred by kind No calling backe of nimble light-foote Time But to repent is to vnwrite vaine rime What worser paines can any Poet take Then rime himselfe to death for Venus sake No minute more to Satyrs I will lend Nor drop of inke on Epigram I le spend Let Humorists do as themselues thinke good My pen hath done with Letting Humors blood I le show no more to each fantastique asse His pourtraiture in Humors Looking-glasse Scatter your absurd follies as tofore I am resolu'd to gather them no more Deaths Challenge with I le stab has pass'd the Presse And so I leaue him to his powerfulnesse With Hell broke loose I haue no more to doo Leyden is hang'd and Knipperdulling too My idle houres to these I did allow But better businesse I haue for them now And all the leisure Poetrie can get Shall pay such lines as are in Vertues debt For verse ill vs'd and precious time mis-spent Poets conuert be truly penitent S. R. To all prophane Poets wearing VENVS wanton Liuerie with Cupids blind cognisance IDle good-wits that turne the glasse of Time To runne for vanitie each single sand Composing volumes full of wanton rime Fables of Cupid all you take in hand Great are your workes and yet the goodnesse small For Beauties lightnesse is the worth of all Supposedly you raise them to the skies Whom you with pen bepaint about the face And by the whole sale vtter louers lies Yet done as you imagine with great grace But how can grace concurre with such an euill Since he that praiseth pride commends the deuill Your graces in this veine no further goes But to be counted fine conceited liers That commendations all wise men bestowes Worthlesse desert a worthlesse meede requiers Your labor 's lost your time 's as vainely spent T was errors crooked way Inuention went One writes a Sonnet of his mistres fan Blessing the bird that did the feathers beare Another shewes himselfe as wise a man To rime vpon the shoo-strings she doth weare And of her bodkin scarfe and paire of gloues And little dog that she so kindly loues Another tels the actions of the gods Their heady riots and outragious strife How they haue bene amongst themselues at ods About the fairenesse of blacke Vulcans wife And then what cruelties her sonne did show That wants a paire of eyes to guide his bow Oh sacred Muses you may iust complaine Against those heau'nly sparkes of wit you nourish Who their best faculties so much prophane Which should in euery good endeuour flourish For those which greatest gifts do that way ow Do euen the worst and basest things bestow How miserable wit 's employd who sees not Spent prodigall in praising Venus pride In such sort as with Vertue it agrees not On them haue nought praise-worthy on their side Diuinest arts thereby sustaine abuses Which were ordain'd for sanctified vses Vnto renowned Vertue proue more kind Your gifts vnto her seruice dedicate And the reward of Honor you shall find When Beautie shall lie rotting out of date Blasted by death a stinking vnder ground Consum'd in graue and neuer to be found S. R. To his louing friend Mr. S. R. VAnish things worthlesse from Inuention flie You now mistake not as I was am I It is a simple thing most childish base To be a Poet for a womans face I held an heresie and here recant My pen for euer womens pride shall want Except their beautie and their faire proceeds From vertuous chast and ciuill modest deeds This is an argument that fooles they bee Men flattring them so grosse they cannot see But euen as fops composed all of pride Still loue them most which have them most belide Vnto such diuels I held a candle late But now kind friend I will thee imitate My Poetrie I le in a new mould cast Verse shall do penance for my follies past E. P. To the Muses CAlliope diuine and heauenly Muse With all thy sisters on the sacred Mount Whom the best spirits do for nurses chuse Hauing you all in reuerent account Receiue the Laurell which our Muse resignes True penitent for idle passed lines Grace not the gracelesse Poets of our time That vse you but to serue their needy states Such as for dayly profit hackney rime Those Venus brokers and loues-shifting mates That sell you all to buy themselues their dinner Famish the slaues and make their cheekes looke thinner Extend your bountie vnto free borne spirits That imitate your selues for you are free Let them receiue their well-deseruing merits And to Parnassus euer welcome bee For they do scorne to lay you out to pawne Like such as do on Lords and Ladies fawne To his constant beloued friend Mr. S. R. THy Theater is built of curious frame And fixt as firme vpon a sure foundation All those whose eyes shall entertaine the same Must come to see diuinest Recreation There 's no prophanesse in this worke disclosed But as the name imports it is composed All is true action that 's presented here And euery actor credit with him brings Vpon this stage great monarches do appeare Strong Samson steps with bloudy wounded Kings Some blest by God some curst when he forsooke them As from truths register the author tooke them R. W. To his louing and no lesse beloued friend M. Sam. Rowlands THe world commends each ioy And entertaines it gladly What vanitie but this our age Pursues it strange and madly Things worthlesse much esteemd The worthfull most despisde And vertue dayly counterfait Vice cunningly disguisde This makes me when into Thy Theater I looke To hold thee happy leauing toyes To write so good a booke I. G. To Time THou great consumer of huge monuments That mak'st stiffe Marble turne to cindry dust Kingdomes subuerter whom no power preuents With canker fretting brasse iron with rust Thou that didst bring the pow'rfull Monarchies To their full height then ouerthrewst their pride Thou that the arched Ilion didst surprise Whose townes with ten yeares succors were supplide That in the bosome of fore passed age The fruit of many a noble Muse hast found And kept till now in scorne of enuies rage When in obliuions gulfe great Kings were drownd Do thou preserue this worke vntill that day When earth shall melt the vniuerse decay Tho. Andrew ADAMS PASSION VPON HIS FALL OFspring of earth my ill condition'd race With sorrow looke vpon your parents case That by his sinne brought death vnto you all For you haue deadly interest in my fall I in whose soule perfection made