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A07968
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Barley-breake, or, A vvarning for vvantons. Written by W.N. Gent
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W. N., Gent.
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1607
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STC 18336; ESTC S110078
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desires had made her been forlorne Of kin and countrey and with that doth bring Learned examples for the virgine life Whose contemplation highly past all other Not tedious chat but all in comely briefe She craues the goddesse leaue to liue together Who gladly graunts and by the hand her takes And next Calisto kindly doth embrace her For ioy whereof Ioues suttle inwards quakes Whose hopes depended wholy to deface her Vnto the Cloyster all in seemely ray For to install this new-elected Nun This sacred traine with Musicke take the way Where with importance euery rite is done Looke how a Foxe when he intends to take A silly lambe his purpose to obtaine Staukes farre at first for feare some dogs awake Then neere and neere till he the lambe hath staine So walkes flye Ioue with his Calisto forth A furlong first the next day three or foure Then backe againe with tales of note and worth Some fetcht from heauen and some from earth far lower So long at last vnto a shadow groue They straid so farre quite out of sound or cry Which thing well noted of dissembling Ioue Soone sate him downe the faire Calisto by As who would say Let 's rest for walkes are weary Where laughing they claspe eithers iuory hands Prooue strength of armes as maids will being merry Clip wrests draw lots meat wastes with silken bands And now although the game began in sport The filly Nymph rude earnest doth sustaine It 's vaine to striue or vse the womans arte Screeke out or struggle prayers are but vaine Ioue shewes himselfe but to Calistos griefe He her deflour'd and straight to heauen flies Where he doth kisse Queene Iuno his iealous wife To blind the scape from her all-watchfull eyes Calisto maid a maid nay there Hyde The snowy one who was a maid ere while T is she I meane whose fortunes are descryde Lamenting sits that euen now did smile The day was gone and Phebus maskt his face The antike world is shut in robes of night Yet she poore soule bewayling still her case Asham'd henceforth to gaze vpon the light Yet in the end she doth recall to mind That what was past no wight the act did know And that close action much the world doth blind All are not maids that virgins are in show Considering this she wipes her blubbered eyes And charg'd with feare she mends her ruffled clothes And for excuse her wits she doth surprise For her delay so to the Cloyster goes As light as euer Nymph or damzell trod No change of fortune may Diana spy No marke is seene of any foyle she had Front bolt-vpright she neuer stept awry And making there as wily women can Excuse worth credit for her long delay But wherefore beat I thus the sencelesse ayre Why warble I these vaine and frutelesse words Whilst he relentlesse Leatcher keepes him there Where he 's supreme and pittie none affords Why doe I not complaine vnto the gods Calisto doe let him beare shame with thee Shew how he did betray thee to the woods Let Iuno know how he hath dealt with me Yet foolish wench t is vaine if so thou thinke That to thy plaints the gods will credit giue Noe they will rather at his falshood winke Thy information they will not beleeue Like stormes on plaines with threats hee 'le beare thee downe A silly lambe a Lyon cann't defame Hee le vnto tortures haue thee drag'd and bound If thou his scapes shouldst once detect or name And thus God wot doe mountaines take their freakes But euermore poore mole-hils beare the blame The Owle may see the haughtie Eagle scapes But none durst once accuse him for the same THis said she spies Diana with her traine With course directed to a fountaine where The loftie trees coole shadow doth containe Where she did vse to wash her body bare Faine would she hide but Dian she espies And called her whose heast she doth obay And standing vp she wipes her watery eyes And to the fountaine with them takes the way Good God what t is for silly maides to shift When conscience writes some action in the cheeke She hangs the head her eyes she durst not lift Vp from the ground the ayre she did not like The Nymph that euer by Dianas side Went cheeke by iowle bearing a stately port Now lurkes behind not willing to be ey'd Byting her lips as one asham'd in hart Which caus'd a muttring ' mongst the virgine rout And some supposed she had stept amisse Her very count'nance may dissolue the doubt Her cheeke bewrayes that it had caught a kisse But being come vnto the siluer streame Where naked all attend to wash the Queene Calistos robes no more may hide her shame Ioues suttle freak's apparent to be seene Calistos griefe is publike to their eyes Her slender hands may not her belly hide The goddesse spies and therewith out she cryes Strumpet auaunt thy whoredome is descride The Nymphs all shouted but the sorry one On bended knees desires to be heard But hopelesse soule attention had she none For her exile their voyces all accord Away she goes as one expeld from Court And liues in deserts as a wight forlorne Where to the world as ancient fame reports And to her woe was hayrie Arcas borne From whom Arcadia tooke at first the name The Sonne of Ioue a Satire first became The angry Iuno to augment her fame Vpon the Nymph a Bearish shape doth frame When Pinkes and Cowslips shall be made a bed Vpon whose gentle leaues secure wee 'le sleepe Lockt one to other whilst red lips doe wed Inuiron'd with armes brests sweete kissing meete Cast ouer with a vale of beautyous Lillyes Vpon which mantle shall curiously be drawne A thousand stories by renown'd Apelles Where we will see how louing soules doe fawne If these delights with many thousand more May in thy brest moue matter of regard Let me no longer thus distrest implore But with a smile my loyall loue reward VVIth that he takes her by the Iuory hand And silent stands to heare her make reply When that her lookes giue him to vnderstand That womens thoughts doe on such subiects lye And shee with silent motion giues consent Not noting once the fraud of golden showres Nor how too late betrayed maides repent Themselues in suffring men to plucke their flowres But suffers Streton to doe what he would Her mind is dauncing on this promist pleasure Away will I lest Pandor proue I should Leauing Euphema to repent by leasure ANd now of Elpin whom we touch't before That home was run deluded with a wile And view'd his house his windowes and his dore Whilst crafty Streton stole his blisse the while And when his eyes the messengers of ioy Had backe return'd the tidings of no wrong With hems and sighs he shakes away annoy And to the deserts 'gan he pase along Where all that day he spends in whoopes and calls But from his child the ayre doth nothing lend When greater
dread his trembling hart inthrals Supposing that she had Adonis end And when the clouds had maskt the face of heauen And cole-blacke shade the subiect of all illnesse Had full possest the seate that time had giuen And in her mantle wrapt vp all in stilnesse He sate him downe girt with extremest woe O why did Nature such affection breed That parents eyes with teares should ouerflow And dim their glasses for their gracelesse seed For after he with sighs had toll'd her knell And clensd the brooke of grones that staid the flood With wringed hands Adue quoth he farewell The onely comfort of my withered blood Farewell the face that duld the fatall knife Farewell the brest that heaued out such layes Farewell the shield and target of my life Farewell the whole supporter of my dayes And welcome thou blacke mistres of the night In thy sad armes let me alwaies sleepe O let me not reuiue to see the light O let the Sunne beneath for euer keepe And from the darke and hideous scowling clouds Powre stormes of vengeance on this cursed place Blow Northerne blasts and scatter downe these shrouds Eare vp the roots from Terras pampered face And therefore shew the role of this thy care Shew out the burden of thy warbling hart And vnto thee I likewise will declare As sad a tale in euery point and part So may one helpe another in a straine I le sigh whilst thou deliuerst out thy griefe And thou shalt pitty whilst my part doth rayne And meete at last both with a weary life HEreat the other pleased seem'd to be And by the hand he Elpin doth inuite To sit by him beside an Oaken tree Whose burly branches kept the Caue from light And after they vpon a brace of pipes Had many sollum mournefull tunes o'rerunne The scarlet eyes of one the other wipes When Elpins mate his tale he thus begun Stretons Fathers tale THe cause I moane is not for any losse If reason might dame Natures errour master But follies bred within the bones of vs Stand farre without the cure of wisdomes plaster And where affection buyldes her habitation Admit it be in ne're so base a soyle What counsell can with strongest protestation Withdraw it foorth or ease vs of that toyle My selfe whom age should bynde in Wisdomes lore And through experience tread the path that 's best May not refraine from that which makes me sore But loue the vulture that doth gnaw my brest A gracelesse sonne an off-spring of my bloud In whom my youth had stored vp his ioy To be a comfort when I nothing cou'd Hath stolne my Goats and packt himselfe away And tane with him a wily wanton maid Euphema hight whom I this present morne Found in his lap as she asleepe was laid Whilst he with flowers did her head adorne And at my showing suddenly arose And in a moment flung out of my sight And hither came at least I so suppose And in this caue I hop't on them to light Elpins answere to Stretons Father ENough enough toe much oh say no more Quoth weary Elpin thou hast poysoned me Forbeare forbeare to rub me on that sore That inward bleeds and may not cured be Thy Goats my girle hath one felon stolne Accurst for one and damned for the other Woe to the day and place where he was borne Shame to his father and horrour to his mother Stretons Fathers reply CEase bawling caitife I thy words disdaine Quoth Stretons Father shame be to thy selfe If she be thine she is as lewd as mine Then cease to dote so on a wanton elfe The fathers loue the child to ill doth harden When that it stands so publike she may view it Whereby presuming on her Fathers pardon She iumps so far till she with shame doth rue it They both are naught so naught â—et both them run One day they 'le wish they had kept parents rules An aged eye can oft see things to come When greener heads account vs doating fooles Put vp thy Pipe let 's get vs to our flockes And let them gad till they repentance catch When Hyems shall vpon them shake his lockes Their grazing feast will haue a wearish tarch When siluer showres congeale to hardned hayle When pleasant meads conuert to marish ground When stately trees of sap their leaues shall fayle Or when the wind shall tumble Progne downe Then shall we see our Grasse-hoppers to come And with the words of mercy cloy our eares When foolish we with pittie ouercome Shall fondly shead a thousand pardoning teares Whereat they rose and sighing tooke their way Vnto the mountaine where the Shepheards plaid Where woefull Elpin passed many a day In deepe laments for his too carelesse maid And on a time as he alone was sate Neere to a fountaine or a liuely spring Vnto a Pipe made of a ramping Oate With strained voice he lowdly thus 'gan sing Elpins Song THe harshie rockes are all to totters rent The frisking lambs haue left their wonted playes Faire Philomele is dombe and discontent The scowling clouds abbridge our sun-shine dayes The seemely Lilly hangs her louely head The Violet dies with the Carnation white Faire Marigold infolds no more her seede The frugrant Rose is withered with despight The earth is barren ciuilitie is dombe Our brightest daies are foggie soule and blacke O time it is O time when wilt thou come And shew the Lambe whose comming many lacke ANd ending this though more he would haue sung Had not Euphema to his sight appeard Who at his feete with hands together wrung And wombe bewraying what within it bear'd Lies pleading for remission of her fact With vowed promise to transgresse no more Whose sudden fight her Fathers life-strings crackt And falling downe he ended his implore Well might she waile but death his owne will keepe Well might she rocke and shocke her Fathers corse Well might she fit her downe by him and weepe That 'twixt them twaine pale death had made diuorce Now stands she speechlesse choakt with inward woe And with her hands her Iuorie brest doth beate Cursing in hart what brought her hereunto Thus women will but when it is too late And then on Streton she 'gan lowd exclaime Who had forsaken her in this her neede Leaning a marke for shame to take her aime The vulgar fruit that springs from wanton seede Euphemas Lamentation VVAS I quoth she the chiese Arcadian maid Was I the wardrop of my Fathers treasure I was I was but all 's at riot laid My iewel's changed for a fruitlesse pleasure O heare I not the birds bewray my fact O see I not the flockes abhorre my sight Behold behold the world lothing thy act See how they scorne who in thee tooke delight Then looke on you whom Iasons would allure See here the Musicke of a yeelding song Read what it is to build on vowes impute The sweetest words containe oft greatest wrong Beautie without the ornament of honour Is like a Rose whom Spiders haue bereft The pure sweete odour time bestowd vpon her Loth'd of the Bees when hony none is left And pittied as a Deare amongst an heard When he with soyle hath al him ouer-dight Whose company they will not once afford But beate him hence as lothing such a sight But whereunto doe I this breath applie Why draw I thus the pourtract of my fate Why rather doe I not despaire and die And cancell vp my life with honours date Now that base lust lies publike voide of harbour Spreading abroad the ensigne of transgression Now vertuous triumphs haue forsooke the arbour Leauing the seate where shame hath ta'ne possession Prepare vaine flesh you that conspir'd with shame Ope wide your veines to let out wanton streames Resolue resolue to die And with the same An armed blade euen at her brest she aimes Looke how a villen toucht with consciences dart When at his feete he lies whom he would slay Pots forth his hand and then repents in hart Now vowes to strike but horror bids him stoy Euen so her hand the knife pluckes to and fro Fearing to hurt the bosome which it loues Whilst feare and scorne threats each others woe One crying Stab the other still reproues Thus standing in suspence 'twixt life and death Death arguing feare life crying out dishonour When resolution hating lothed breath Confutes pale feare to let in death vpon her Then Dido like she pears'd the frame of Nature When through the bulwarke of her crimson blood Deaths roaring cannon spoyles the worke and feature Breaking the stage whereon liues action stood But what is fate if we conceiue with measure Who beares the badge of fortune rules not her The deeds of men are voide at heauens pleasure Our doome decreed we cannot mead nor marre Whilst this her blood the scornefull earth embrac'd Before the set of liues declining sun The caitife Streton being thither chac'd By Wolues and Beares whose force he sought to shun And looking round which way he best might take His eyes did spy this dismall spectacle The sight whereof made ioynts and synewes shake And as he gaz'd behold a miracle Those sauage beasts whose iawes he sought to flie Had in a moment compast him about As who would say Villaine behold her die And therewithall the ayre and wood throughout Did ring and sound with noyse of beasts and birds Who at him bay'd and star'de as at an Owle Kites Crowes and Buzzards Iayes with woluish heards Rookes Pies and Oopes and each deuouring sowle Amongst the rest a blacke and filthie bird Sate on a skrange and cries A rope a rope Whose ougly voyce to Streton plaine was heard And seeing hope of life stood past all hope Aloud replies A rope why I haue none If die I must come sunder these my quarters A prating Parrot sitting all alone Him answere makes Goe hang thee in thy garters With that in haste his garters he puts off A nimble Ape his topman strait will bee And hangs vp Streton whilâ—t a Monkie did scoffe Crying Good fruite good fruite doth beare the tree The Owle forth-with a solemne dirge doth sing With that the Rauen seaz'd vpon his eyes His funerall condold and euery thing They left his bones a banquet for the flies FINIS