of Christ or Pity This is my House I'xpect no other City Laz. But to relieve the Poor's the way to bliss Div. Give o're you Rascal there 's no Heav'n but this Here 's all that I can wish for or desire Laz. No Herer's no screen to keep thee from Hell-fire Nor is here any fence ' gainst powerful Death Thou thou proud Dives must resign thy breath Div. Ha! ha this canting Rogue would terrifie Me also with that Mormo I must die Pr. I wonder Sir you have the patience To speak or look on such bid drive him hence Laz. I wonder more that he should dote on thee A pinted Devil Soul's great Enemy While the Almightie's Power upholds the house Thou fawn'st and flatter'st but if he let loose His Instruments Want Sickness Pain or Age Thou fleest then men must Act or leave the Stage Without thy aid Angel's and Adam's foe Cease thy delusions let great Dives go Pr. Sir do not ye hear this malicious wretch 'T is want of Bread that makes him use this fetch To draw you in for this his wants supply Pov. No thou' rt mistaken if he still deny Or give to Lazar either cannot hinder The wholsom Precepts he shall to him tender For having learn'd content in all Estates He can endure cold Frosts and Summers heats Let him be pinch'd with want abound with wealth All 's welcom Sickness is to him as health His needy Belly and these noisome Sores Are called by him Harbingers to stores Of endless Joy the thoughts of which doth raise His Soul above the World's Envy or Praise Sick True true dear friend for when men are brought low By me they study only Heav'n to know Although my various pains disrobe their faces Of earthly glories they augment their graces The true accountant of his days did say Before affliction I went astray But being touch't by my Morbifick hand His eyes were open'd and he saw a Land So full of glory though a King before He 'll there throw down his Crown and keep the Dore Where Sunbeam-Beauty sat upon his brow So bright so long that Meshech Kedar now Are black and ugly Heav'n alone can please Such are th' effects of this good man's disease Pr. Great Sir this drift you easily may ' spie They would have Friendship broke 'twixt you and I Old friends are always sure beware of new There are Religious Cheaters not a few Is any one so mad to think that heav'n When ballanced with Gold can carry ev'n No Sir leave these to such far-hoping fools They may be hurt who meddle with edg'd tools Div. Their words are vain thou art to me most dear I hate their persons and give o're to hear Their savourless discourse Come let me drink This babbling makes me melanchol ' I think Pr. Chear up great Sir shall your couragious Soul Be daunted with the whooping of an Owl Shall croaking flesh-crow-sounds disturb your brest Glut. Here 's Lethe water will make you forget That eyer Lazarus was heard as yet Div. O! but my head akes and my spirit 's dull Pr. In haste of Cordial bring a brimmer full Glut. Be of good cheer this draught is for your good Div. Oh! oh oh oh Now now I feel my blood Returning to its Centre and my eye The greatest Object doubl'd doth espie Oh hold me all my limbs begin to shake Hold me O hold or else my poor heart will break Who 's there O who 's there O what friends have I To leave me thus in my extremity Who 's there oh who 's there Laz. All your friends are gone Div. Canst thou not help Laz. Yes but Iâ—ll let alone To see if your belov'd Fraternity Dare shew their heads to promise certainty Of a reprieve Div. Dear Pride where art thou now Pr. At hand but cannot help I 've made a Vow Never to own or speak to dying men Div. Delitious Gluttony where art thou then Glut. Here Sir but all in vain your passage stops Div. May be for Meat yet bring the gold'n drops My Essences of all sorts now bring out A friend be damn'd he never stirs a foot Glut. Why should I Sir though I was sworn to be Yours unto death now you must pard'n me Div. Ah wretches who would trust you Lazarus where art thou Laz. who would be abused thus What think you now of your forenoons discourse Div. Good Lazarus forbear that makes me worse Laz. Then you must die as once before I said Though you and yours then nothing of it made Div. Nothing so true Oh! oh what sight is here A Sceleton brings in an empty Beer Death Dives Death Sir I arrest you at th' Almighties suit Div. I know him not What man on Earth dare do 't Death Do not your out-cries speak you prisoner Now better words become you do not err Div. I scorn to please a Bailiff What 's my charge That I will pay and thee thy fees at large How'er 't is strange that any should me sue I never borrower was nor lender knew Death The last is true the first a horrid Lye All that thou haft is borrow'd for which I Do execute this Warrant without Bail Div. Stay first set my goods to sale Death Goods thou hast none a judgment past long since Div. Judgment you Rogue I never ow'd two pence Death But you 're a Bankrupt and must defray All now Div. What are the Bills that I must pay Death I have a many whose total's transgression Div. Then bail'd I may be by your own confession And I can have the best in all the Land Death No mortal dare your action take in hand To Goal you must Div. I 'll pay before I go Death You lived blindly and you will die so Do not you hear what Dea. your own Conscience Cry guilty guilty Div. Yes I must go hence Treasur's farewel Pride Gluttony and Pleasure This is the last Death giv's me no more leisure Else I would question you of treachery For crying Hail and yet to Crucifie Your Noble Master Death Such things said before Might have done good but now you must give o're Time's Glass is almost out Eternit ' enters The worst of men sometimes are late repenters Which can in no case mitigate Hell's flame Death Hast'any more to say I strike the stroke Div. No no you need not my heart-veins are broke Augh augh augh g-o-l-d-dead Death Lazarus Death You smile and yet you must my Captive be Laz. Most joyful news dear friend then I shall see An end to all my ling'ring days in grief Is any thing more welcome than relief To weather-beaten Seamen when the Waves Of boystrous Neptun clasps his open Jaws About their Vessel forc'd by Wind and Tide Or to the Sould'er when he hath espi'd The Enemy triumphing on his ground With flaming Steel and conqu'ring Trumpet sound Unto the hungry Soul what gives more life Then sight of Butler's lib'ral hand and knife Ready to cut that may his app'tite stay Or
Never as yet put on all other things Are ready Barber are your Razors good Come shave your Master but beware of blood Powder Perfume Pomatum and the Glass Bring Let my Lord see his admired face Haste with the golden Bason silver Ure In place of water Wine put in that 's pure This will not only wash but strengthen all The Members of my Lord both great and small The Scarlet Cloak forget not Cuffs and Band Of Lace see how the Fools amazed stand Groom of the Chambers call to make a fire Perfuming first the Room at my desire Thus is my bus'ness done Now I retire Gluttony Dives Lazarus Huntsman Pride Poverty Sickness Glut. Hail glory of the world and more than Man Since Brother Pride hath serv'd you what he can I think it's time for you to take advice From me Drink first your Mornings-draught with Spice Here Sir accept the Quintessence of Blood Distill'd from the Oppressed taste it 's good And here the widows house a greater Dose The next's a Cordial from the Church's Cloaths These I presume may serve you till you dine E'r then what you expect I will designe Div. Thanks dearest friend O how this Spirit pleases Sure'tis Nepenthes cure for all Diseases It is Ambrosia or Nectarian Juyce The Gods themselves no better drink can wish I certainly enliv'ned am all o're My Soul it self is greater than before Pr. I 'me sure your eyes shine brighter than the Sun Now Thunder speaks make Earth-quakes I have done So all that 's called Man thy threatning voice Shall fear and we your Vassals must-rejoyce Glut. Sir if your greater business permit I have one word to speak if you think fit This Beauty-broker minds not that the Clock Saith It is time your Stomach to unlock His trimming without food can never please You know Dogs only hunger bear for ease Come Sir your Table 's richly furnished Pray give you o're and let my Master feed Here 's Manna instead of Bread here 's sprightly Wine Here 's flesh of all sorts delicate and fine With Sweet-meats store and all may gratifie And please my Lord his Palat and his Eye Div. Was ever Man so happy in his friends As I in mine their kindness never ends For which on them my Substance I 'le bestow If that be not sufficient Soul too Open the Casement pray let in the Air Hark hark what voice doth to my Ears repair Laz. One crumb for God's sake to a hungry Soul Div. Go ask the Huntsman why the Dogs do houl Laz. One crumb for Heav'ns sake to the hunger-starv'd Hunt 'T is not the Dogs a Beggar would be serv'd Div. Prodigious boldness dare that meazled whelp Approach my Parlor-window to seek help Must he a very mass of loathsomness Name God or Heaven these do disturb my bless No Huntsman whip him while his life doth last And say the rich man sent that for 's repast Hunts Come Leprous Rascal here 's a wyred cord With which I 'le scourge you you 've disturb'd my Lord Thou know'st that Heav'n Earth can ne'r agree How then should our great Dives suffer thee Who what he e'r expects enjoyeth here Though such as Fools are think there 's more elsewhere Come I must whip thee dead 't is his command Laz. First let me tell you on what ground you stand Though his great favours smile on you this day To morrow's frowns may call them all away And then the lash may be bestow'd on you Which heard the Huntsman making humble bow Said Sir what are you Laz. Dost not plainly seâ— Me one to look on fraught with misery View me all o're if any part be free I 'le not desire compassion from thee If otherwise take heed thou dost not wrong My Lord and Master who will be too strong For thee and thine Though he may from me take This painful life he whom I serve can make It up with interest a hundred fold Yet pardon me if I have been too bold Hunts Make but these words clear to my duller brain And then I will forbear if I be slain In place of thee What do'st thou say to this Laz. My answer 's short thou art not far from bliss Could'st thou but see all unto me belongs Thou would'st conclude that all corporeal wrongs Are Skin-deep only while my better part Rejoyceth always when my wounds do smart Knowing that without tribulation I never can possess that station Bought with the blood of an eternal Son Ponder this well and then God's will be done Dives What mean'th the cursed Block-head to delay His torture thus Hunts I 'm charm'd and what to say I know not for he saith he hath a Soul Impassible if so I dare not foul My hands with blood for which I answer must Before the Judgment seat of him that 's Just Div. Whip him or die Rogue if that will not do My Dogs are keen I 'le make them eat him too Hunts Sir I must do 't you must your shoulders bare I will strike easie though I dare not spare Laz. Will not Heav'n woo thee Is thy Masters word Sharper then hellish Torments Flaming Sword Mark them about me stand who will defend Thy worst of bloody blows and then will send Thee to the place prepar'd for crueltie Where Dives also shall a sharer be Hunts A Vision I dare not touch this man Who hath an Angel for his Guardian Div. A Fool an Angel you flew high last night Your brain is dry eyes dim there no such sight Old Nurses only scare their Babes with such Believe nothing but what ye see or touch Call out the Dogs Rockwood Old Lady Ring And you shall see that they mind no such thing Baw aw aw Laz. Peace gentle Hounds forbear to do me harm Hunts My Lord he can the Beagles also charm Sir do but see how they lie at his feet Dev. Then call them in hang him it is not meet That Wizards such as he should have relief From him who never was sensible of grief Laz. Hang me why so you see I have no spell But that may keep such as your self from hell Div. He makes me tremble fill the other cup When Dinner 's o're I 'le see him hanged up Come eat and drink if this must be my doom I 'le lose no time I swear before it come Hell I have that within me there 's no other Which I resolve to drown Come fill another A third a fourth fift and then as many more I 'm sure the Beggar 's God hath no such store In his Elizium Laz. There pretty Dogs lick on your healthful tongues Make satisfaction for your Master's wrongs But Good my Lord one morsel to the poor Div. Peace wretch you shall be hanged at my door Laz. For God's sake Sir bestow the crumbs that fall From your full Table on him who doth call For Christ and Pitie's sake to be relieved My suit is honest Pray Sir be not grieved Div. What tell'st thou me either
will be done Ab. Behold my Servants do not you espy Above the rest a hill stands very high I and my little man must yonder go Mean while abide ye here Ser. My Lord why so May we not bear our Master company Ab. No If ye did perhaps ye'd hinder me From acting th' highest piece of Piety That ever yet was heard or seen with Eye Ser. Have we not seen the Sacrifice before Ab. 'T is true and yet in this will be much more Faith Resolution needful than when I For smaller matters Sacrifice or pray Ser. Good my Lord let us go to see the sight Ab. No no I cannot it will you affright Ser. We must contented be and you obey Hoping you will not from us make long stay Ab. I will return assoon as I have done 'T will be no pleasure to stay there alone Ser. Alone you cannot be this little Boy Can make a Wilderness a place of joy Ab. But I must leave him there my God commands Ser. First dearest Master tye your Servants hands For we will sooner far resolve to dye Than see you actor of such cruelty This is in jest Ab. No I must Sacrifice The Boy Heav'n bids me who I 'm sure is wife If I do freely act what he commands He either will approve or hold my hands Tnink you that I can any other thing Value above my All-sufficient King No no it is his mind and 't shall be mine In spight of all who ' gainst it do combine I think his Mother hath the greatest cause Who willingly submits to Heav'ns Lawes Bidding me act what my good God hath said For proof thereof she him incouraged To suffer valiantly Ser. Sir We are not to quest'on your intent Being our Master but a good event We will implore Ab. Come come my pretty boy This cloudy day may end in Sun-shine Joy Take up the Wood my Son I 'ave knife and fire We must fulfillers be of Heav'ns desire Chorus Eternal Wisdom when he made Sun Moon and Stars to each he said Take you your turnes you must the day Govern and you your Scepter sway I' th' night when men are gone to rest And think to sleep with quiet Breast This is Heav'ns Lawes and yet we see That men then most unquiet be Abram from Heaven hears a voice Which quickly marr'd his new made joys It bids him go and burn his Son Which is no sooner said than done And Sarah who in all mens thought Would have Abraham counted nought For harbouring such cruelty In 's Breast as he should Butcher be To his own Child contents and says Husband we may have happy days When Isaack 's gone then why should we Strive Abrams hinderers to be Go on Sir let your high desire Be hallowed with Heav'ns fire Isaack Abraham Angel Epilogue Isa O Father Father one thing yet we lack 〈◊〉 Lamb for offering you 'ave forgot to take â—hall I run back and make a quick return Ab. No no you need not that which I must burn God will provide come let us go together â—e find a Lamb my Boy when I come thither Isa Doth any clean Beast pasture on that hill Ab. That work which God begins he will fufill â—ut hark my Child dost thou not fear my God Isa Why doubt you that Ab. Then this thy load of Wood Must thee consume Isa But Father doth your God such Sacrifice equire Ab. It seems so now Isa Father be wise The Dev'l can change into a Saint of light May be 't was he that call'd you in the night Ab. No Child God's promise goeth far with me Who faith that none shall ever tempted be Above what they are able I do not fear Nor needest thou to shed a guiltless tear Isa My tender limbs will ne're endure the heat Ab. He 'll send his Angels to wipe off the sweat Isa My dearest Father is your heart so hard Can nothing this your enterprize retard Ab. Nothing my Child though I be full of love And grieve to kill thee yet since my Jehove Commands My faith doth overcome my sense And makes me with humanity dispence Boy thou must dye Isa I 'm glad it is for God Ab. None other should have made me lay this load On Isaacks tender shoulders Now my Child We 're at the place where I must Altar build Dig up the Turf and let us raise the Earth Isa Ah Father I 'm already out of Breath The thoughts of Death with the Sun's melting heat O'recometh me Oh see how I do sweat Is' t done enough Abra. Not yet it must bâ— higher That all the ashes may fall from the fire Now 't is enough come Child bring me the Wooâ— Isa 'T is here my Father Ab. It is very good All 's done so far my Boy thou must be bound Is Your will be done O that I may not swoun But with undaunted courage yield my breath To him who power hath of life and death â—t is my Maker's will and I submit â—oping by him to be kept from the pit â—â—fernal He will raise me up again With Saints and Angels ever to remain â—ehold my hands I 'le fold them for your ease Ab. Son knew I any way my God to please 〈◊〉 would not touch thee Isa I am now grown strong â—nd valiant too I count this death no wrong Abr. Thou must get up before I bind thy feet Isa Sir that your will I should perform is meet â—ow bind not hard I will not struggle much â—ut dearest Father kill me at first touch â—he knife is sharp enough and you are strong Ab. Dear Child I tremble and may strike thee wrong Isa Hold Father but a little let me pray 〈◊〉 Heav'n and first Lord teach me what to say â—y God look on me with a tender Eye â—nd pardon all my sins of Infancy â—â—en my Eyes before the knife come down â—hat while I live I may leap at the Crown â—epar'd for Martyrs Lord let me inherit â—e blessings promis'd by thy holy Spirit â—all call thy Angels to receive that Soul â—ho ne're as yet did willingly controul Thy will Sir now strike on for I have done Ab. No I must pray too e're I can go on O All-sufficient whose purer Eye Look'th with abhorrence on all cruelty Accept this Sacrifice make strong my arm Since thou best know'st that I intend no harm To my dear Child but that I may the name Receive when done of faithful Abraham Lord I believe raise feeble hand and heart To give the blow Now Child I strike Here. O! who holds mâ— Arm Ang. Stay Abram stay and do not any harm Unto thy Son I minded but to try If I could in thy faith a flaw espy Look but behind thee there 's the Sacrifice Lay hold of it and let young Isaack rise I 'm sure thou lov'st me 'bove each Earthly thing Since thou wast willing to make offering Of thy own flesh Touch not the hopeful Boy But let him to his Mother go with Joy
me the Cup As for the other his last doom shall be To be lift up and hanged on a Tree The honour which the Princes favour lends May be call'd in and then in shame it ends Good turns are soon forgot a Proverb sure For guiltless Joseph must as yet endure Courtiers use not always to keep word Although the make their Vows unto the Lord Whose time 's the best to set our Captive free Though two full years he must in Prison be Till Pharaoh dreams that he by Water side Stands and Seven Fat well-favourd Kine espi'd Come up from thence as also seven lean And joyn'd to th' other those when he had seen Stood horror-struck and what th' event might be Wait 't was not long before that he did see Those scurvey lean-flesh'd Beasts the other eat And yet still looking poor and wanting meat So Pharaoh ' woke till slumber had his eyes Closed and then the second time he spies Seven Ears of Corn come up both good and rank Seven others also that were poor and lank And as the other Lean did Fat devour These eat the Rank likewise that very hour This doubled Phantasme so perplex'd the heart Of Egypt's King that he must both impart To his Magicians willing them to see If they could tell what either signifie We are confounded cry the Sophi's Lord Of these thy dreams we cannot tell one word This unexpected answer so rouz'd up The memory of him that bore the Cup Who thus exprest himself unto the King My Lord I 've sinned in this very thing Pharaoh well knows that he with me was wrath And with the Baker also sent me forth Unto the Prison where we both did lie Till our sad Dreams an Hebrew did espie Who told me of it as it since hath prov'd Saying the Butler needs not to be mov'd For he shall be restor'd but Baker he Shall by the King condemn'd and hanged be These tydings pleas'd the King beyond all measure Who priz'd the meaning of his dreams 'bove treasure Call in the young man for he 's wiser far Than all the Sophies that in Egypt are Run quickly unto Potyphar and say Pharaoh must see his Prisoner to day Where Kings command the message is obey'd The Seer's call'd to come in haste who said What is your haste so great may I not stay Till I be shav'd and unto Heaven pray And change my Garments also since you see I am not fit before your King to be He comes Sweet Youth said Pharaoh but declare What these my Dreams mean and Garland wear My Butler tells me if thou hear the Theam Thou canst interpret every anxious Dream My Lord said he that Grace is not in me But God whom I do serve can let you see A true interpretation from my Mouth Look well upon me and despise not youth For what my Maker doth to me reveal That and no more will I to Pharaoh tell Say on my Lord what was your dream Why I. Said Pharaoh stood great Nilus River by And there behold seven Fat-wel-favour'd Kine Feed in a Mead and said These Beasts are mine But suddenly again to me appear'd Seven other Lean ill-shap'd and hanging ear'd Such as the Land of Egypt never bred For on the first Sev'n Fat when they had fed Their Bellies clung unto their Backs and were Ill-favour'd lean as e'r they were before Thus I awoke but when my drousie eye Was clos'd again with sleep I did espie Seven Ears of Corn upon one stalk that grew So full and good as yet I never knew After them came up Seven more was thin And wither'd as they'd Thunder-blasted bin Which suddenly the better did devour And I again wak'd calling o're and o're On those that studious Magicians were The truth of these my Dreams for to declare But all of them together answered 'T is God that caus'd your Dreams he must 'em read Now he that would by this thy favour merit Elisha-like must have Elia's Spirit Say Hebrew then the smoothness of thy brow Tells me this task will be too hard for you My youth bespeaks me ignorant I know Great Sir yet since the knowledge from below Comes not that must your doubled dream unfold That which is young by Nature Grace makes old By which I tell you that your dreams are one And signifie what Heaven will have done In Egypt Land the Seven good Ears and Kine Such years portend this he bids me divine The ill flesh'd ones and blasted Ears of Corn Foretels a Famine will make Egypt mourn For seven more See Nile cannot contain The Waters sent for nourishment of Grain And all things else needs moisture for that space After which time it will dry up Alass What I must do I know not pray be kind And as of that of this Sir speak your mind You must seek out in all the Land discreet And wise men who may strictly oversee't Them bid a fifth part of its fruit to gather These hard times will require a Nursing Father In all thy Cities let it stored be That when the Famine comes they may to thee Repair and buy it at thy Stewards hand Else this great Scarseness will undo the Land This thing when Pharaoh and his Servants heard They thanked Joseph and his God they feard Saying where shall we such another find In whom the Spirit is and knows his mind And since thy God ev'n thine hath shew'd thee this None either wiser or discreeter is In all the Kingdom wherefore thou shalt be My House and Servants Ruler God to me To shew I am in earnest take this Ring And be hereafter next unto the King These clothes put on and Chains about thy neck And let my Subjects pay thee all respect Ride in my second Chariot then to thee Shall all my Vassals humbly bow the knee While I am Pharaoh it shall be a Law That all my Kingdom of thee stand in aw No foot or hand in it shall moved be Till first they have direction from thee And since thou can'st reveal my secrets all Zaphanath pa'neah I will ever call Thy name and thou shalt surely be the Son Of Potipherah who is Priest of On. Thus you have seen our Joseph in the Den Sold and imprison'd and restor'd again Now what his future happiness may be Launch out again with me and you shall see The Scene is alter'd and his celeb life Chang'd for the blessing of a vertuous Wife Who bore before the Famine unto him Two hopeful Males Manas and Ephraim The first was named so because he had Forgot his Fathers house and former Trade And when the other God did to him send He said I 'le call him Ephraim for an end Is put to my affliction and my store Increased is and Honour more and more The Plentie's ended and the Famine come Said Pharaoh Joseph let us now go home The truth of all that thou hast said I see By th' hungry peoples crying unto me For maintenance I know not