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A11131
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Looke to it: for, Ile stabbe ye
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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1604
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STC 21398; ESTC S110756
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which is false to be most trew Thou that wilt vow most absolute to know That which thy conscience knowes thou neuer knew Thou that wilt sweare thou car'est not what thou swearest because the deuil and thy tongue are nearest I le stabbe yee Phisitions of the Quacksaluers crew DOctor or rather Dunce that purge with Pill Vntill that siluer haue a cleane Purgation You Artlesse Bussard that abuse the skill Of Learned men deseruing reputation You that had neuer Doctorship in Schooles But got your grace from women or from Fooles You base Quacksaluer in a Common wealth That practize Phisicke out of olde wiues tales you that can make them sicke which haue their health And learne by Almanackes to pare your Nayles You that can tell what signe is best affected To picke ones Teeth or haue his Beard corrected I le Stabbe yee Gentlemen of hase broode GAllant that takes the Altitudes on hie and like a Fawk'ners Hawke do hood your wife Giuing those golden Angels leaue to flye your Father kept close prisoners all his life you that are Sonne to him that held the Plow Transform'd by Gold into a Gentle now You that are Fashions spie and Humors Ape A silken Asse a very Veluet Clowne A perfect Gull that lets no Fashions scape To swagger it in London vp and downe you that within a suite of Cyuit dwell And Garlike was your Fathers onely smell I le Stabbe yee Counterfayte Captaine YOu Captine mouse-trap growne a desperat stabber You that will put your Poniard in mens guts You that last Voyage were no more but swabber Yet you cracke Blades as men cracke Hasel-nuts You that try all your manhood with a Puncke And fight most brauely when you are most drunke You that protest the Feather in your Hat came from a Countesse Fanne by way of fauour Your Rapier why the great Turke gaue you that For mightie monst'rous Marshal-like behauiour You that weare Scarfs and Gart'rings for your hose Made all of Ancients taken from your foes I le Stab yee Dissembling Souldier YOu Sirha that vsurpe a Souldiers name Vaunting your selfe a Thunder-bolt of Warres Vowing that euery ioynt you haue is lame By piercing Bullets bloudy woundes and scarres You that some hundred men at once withstood And fought most brauely to the knees in blood You that haue slaine more men by breake of day Then could haue graues digg'd for them in a weeke You that haue made your foes to run away Starke naked when their breeches were to seeke You that haue compass'd all the earth's globe round Yet neuer trod a step from English ground I le Stab yee Vnkinde Parents PArentes which so vnnaturall are growne That for your Children you will not prouide Becomming so obdurate to your owne With hardned heartes you can them not abide But to a stranger will extend more good then to the ofspring of your blood You that in rage and fury most vnkinde Will vtter Curses where you ought to blesse For which God often yeeldeth to your minde and sayes Amen to wished ill successe You that from all humanitie haue ceast Man-like in shape in manners but a beast I le Stabbe yee Disobedient Children CHildren that most vndutifull doe liue Forgetting what the Law of God commaundes You that no reuerence to your parents giue But follow that which with your fancie stands That onely like the Prodigall will spend But come not home as he did to amend You that propound your selues vnthriftie wayes And will not vnto sound aduise consent you that doe runne like Follies witles strayes Vntill some prison teach you to repent you that liue as you please do what you list and admonition vtterly resist I le Stabbe yee Drunkard YOu filthy slaues whom I do often see sleeping in Tauerns on the benches drunke That will haue full carowses come to thee Till with the liquors lading thou art sunke Then fill vs Boy one quart of Charnico To drinke a health to Dicke before we goe You that will drinke Reynaldo vnto death The Dane that would carowse out of his Boote and quaffe an hundred Flemings out of breath Laying as many French-men vnder foote you that no other course obserue and keepe But either drinking drunke or els a sleepe I le Stabbe you Periurers VIllaine that runn'st the ready way to Hell and neuer art at home till thou com'st there Base slaue that for base Bribes thy soule wilt sell And any thing wilt vndertake to sweare Thou carest not for God nor mans law feares Vntill the Pillorie bite off both thine eares Thou that dost make thy tongue a Serpents sting To wound and hurt the Innocent withall Thou that confusion to thy selfe dost bring And wilfull wilt into perdition fall Thou that art knowne amongst the best and most and Officer of Hell Knight of the Post I le Stabbe you God-lesse Athists THou damned Athist thou incarnate Deuill That doest deny his power which did create thee a Villaine apt for euery kinde of euill And all the eyes in heauen and earth do hate thee That mak'st account when thou shalt breathlesse lie Thy soule and bodie like a beast do die That Pharoa like dar'st aske what fellow 's God Esteeming sacred Scriptures to be vaine And that the dead in earth shall make abode and neuer rise from out their graues againe That say'st eate drinke be merrie take delight Swagger out day and Reuell all the night I le Stabbe thee Miserable Marchant MArchant that doest endeâ—our all thy daies To get commodities for priuate gaine Caring no whit by what synister wayes Nor by what hazard trauell toyle or paine Neuer respecting other mens hard crosses So thou mayst sell decrepen-worths by their losses Thou that doest couet all in thine owne hand and for another let him sincke or swim Thou that hast blessinges both by Sea and Land Giuen by God yet neuer thankest him thou that with carefull nights doest breake thy sleepe to gather wealth which long thou canst not keepe I le Stabbe thee Deceitfull Artificers ARtificers and Crafts-men of all trades That deale by craft in selling and in bying You that with falshood often times perswades Men to giue credite to vntrueth and lying That care not so your ware content the eye Though your owne Father be deceiu'd thereby You that protest to vse a man most kind And serue him that shall well be worth his mony When he that tryes you shall be sure to finde The deedes proue Gall words containe the Hony You that are out-side goodly protestations But all the in-side false dissimulations I le Stabbe yee VVretched Husband-man YOu Husband-men that heape hord vp Corne And neuer laugh but when it waxeth deere You whom the poore do wish had nere bin borne Because you famish and vndo them heere You that an Almanacke still beare about To search and finde the rainy weather out You that at plentie euermore repine And hang your selues for griefe to see the same You that will weepe when as the
Looke to it FOR I le Stabbe ye Imprinted at London by E. Allde for W. Ferbrand and George Loftes and are to be solde in Popes-head Allie 1604. THere is a Humour vs'd of late By eue'ry Rascall swagg'ring mate To giue the Stabbe I le Stabbe sayes hee Him that dares take the wall of me If you to pledge a health denie Out comes his Poniard there you lie If his Tabacco you dispraise He sweares a Stabbe shal end your daies If you demaund the Debt he owes Into your guts his Dagger goes Death seeing this doth take his Dart and he performes the Stabbing part he spareth none be who it will his lisence is the World to kill S. R. Deaths great and generall Challenge I Do defie the World and all therein My challenge at the Scepter doth begin Downe to the Plough Swaine come who dare in place Set foote to mine and looke me in the face My flesh and fat doth make no burlie show A raw-bâ—ne fellow all the World doth know To deale at sundry Weapons J refuse As Fencers when they play their prizes vse Of Sword and Dagger I haue little skill Rapier I neuer wore nor neuer will My sight is very bad to haue about For I le assure you both mine Eyes be out But at the Irish Dart J onely deale Whose Hart I hit I nere knew Surgeon heale My Horse is pale well pac'd I neuer shoo-him Sainct Georges Gelding was a â—ade vnto-him I would ride often when I goe on foot But there 's no Shoo-maker can fit me ' a Boote Deaths Prologue to his Tragicall Stabbe TO no degree or facultie I do intende offence Al those I threaten heere to stab send the wretches hence Are such as tremble when they heare what fatall Stab I giue For though I kill both good and bad all creatures that do liue The good are neuer terrified with any power I haue I open the them Doore of life the chiefest thing they craue But to the wicked gracelesse sort most fearefull appeare Because I sende them to a place doth passe all torments heere To theÌ„ the name of Death seems Death Oh t is a fearful sound For of the hope of life to come they want assured ground From this bad World vnto a worse I send them forth to dwell I am the Iaylor leading them vnto the vault of Hell Good newes vnto the good J bring but to the wicked euill Because I send the one to God the other to the Deuill Such as feare God they feare not me but bid me do my worst If any finde himselfe agreeu'd I le stabbe that fellow first Tyrant Kinges YOu high Imperious crowne-contending Kings Who for Earth's glory not Religions good Turne humane bodies into bloudy springs And die the ground with slaught'red christians blood That for the gayning of an earthly Crowne Will tosse a spatious Kingdome vpside downe You that deuorce the husbands from their wiues By fatall warre the endlesse foe to peace you that denye poore new-borne Babes their liues and will not graunt sweet life an howers lease That care not how or by what meanes you raigne So you the golden Crowne and Scepter gaine I le Stabbe yee VVicked Magistrates NObles and Iudges mightie men on Earth That carelesse cast the sword of Iustice by And let your pleasures surfeit in their myrth Not lending poore mens Plaints eare hand nor eye Suff'ring the Iust vniustly be opprest When the oppressor liues at ease and rest Forgetting God whom you should represent In all the actions of your publique place Yeelding the world your hartes with full consent To gather Mammon hoording wealth apace You that nere thinke your selues must once appeere To giue account how you haue Iudged heere I le Stabbe yee Curious Diuines DIuines that are together by the eares Puft vp high-minded seedes men of dissention Striuing vntill Christes seame-lesse garments teares Making the Scriptures follow your inuention Neglecting that whereon the soule should feede Imployde in that whereof soules haue no neede Curious in thinges you neede not stir about Such as concerne not matter of saluation Giuing offence to them that are without Vpon whose weaknes you should haue compassion Causing the good to grieue the bad reioyce Yet you with Martha make the worser choyce I le Stabbe yee Couetous Lawyers LAwyers that wrest the Law to your affection To fauour or disfauour as you please And keepe your Clyants purses in subiection Till some doe get Peirce pennylesse disease Nor caring how their cause do stand or fall So you your selues get golde to rise withall That whyle you deale with Angels serue the Deuill Because you banish Conscience out of towne Couetousnesse you knowe's a damned euill And yet you wrap it with you in your Gowne You that with if's with and 's demurrs delayes Bring Causes in consumptions and decayes I le Stabbe yee Vp-start Courtier COurtier whose hart with pride so mighty growes thou wilt not to thy Father mooue thy Hat because he weares a paire of ruslet Hose Thy Veluet Breeches looke awry at that Nay ere he shall disgrace thee thou wilt rather Sweare by the Lord that he is not thy Father You that deny the stocke from whence you came thrusting your selfe into some Gentle kin you that will giue your selfe an other name Which must not from an old Thatcht-house begin you that will haue an Armes shall grace you too Though your poore Father cobled many a Shoo. I le Stabbe yee VVealthye Cittizens YOu Cittizens that are of Diues wealth His costly cloathing and his dainty fare Regarding nothing but selfe-ease and health How euer Lazarus lyes poore and bare your Dogges are not so kinde to licke their sores But rather serue to bite them from your dores You that do make your Tables Poulters stalles Great prouocation to the sinfull flesh And though the famish'd hunger-starued calles For Iesus sake with Crummes our wantes refresh Your Dishes haue the food for which they cry You play with that for which they pine and die I le Stabbe yee Greedy Vsurer THou Fur-gown'd slaue exceeding rich and olde Ready to be deuowred of the Graue Thou that wilt sell a soule to purchase Gold And gold still gold nothing but golde dost craue Thou most extreame hard-harted cruell wretch Whome Hell gapes for the Deuill comes to fetch Thou that wilt not forbeare an howers time But wilt a forfayture seueerely take Thou that by crueltie to wealth dost clyme And threatnest Dice of poore mens bones to make Hauing that rustie gold vpon thy hand For which there 's thousandes perish in the land I le stabbe yee Cursed Swearers THou that dost take Gods holy name in vaine Which is of wondrous feare and reuerence Thou that reprou'd wilt vtter Oathes againe To grieue him that admonish'd thy offence Thou that wilt say He that 's agreeu'd with swearing May stop his eares or get him out of hearing Thou that wilt sweare a truth not to be so And sweare that