whom long perswations cannot winne Beware ye westerne Cities where the word Is daily preached both at church and boord Where maiestie the Gospell doth maintaine Where Preachers for your good themselues do paine To dally long and still protract the time The Lord is iust and you but dust and slime Presume not far delaie not to amend Who suffereth long will punish in the end Cast thy account ô London in this case Then iudge what cause thou hast to call for grace Ionas the Prophet cast out of the Whales belly vpon the Stage Ionas Lord of the light thou maker of the world Behold thy hands of mercy reares me vp Loe from the hidious bowels of this fish Thou hast returnd me to the wished aire Loe here apparant witnesse of thy power The proud Leuiathan that scoures the seas And from his nosthrils showres out stormy flouds Whose backe resists the tempest of the winde Whose presence makes the scaly troopes to shake With humble stresse of his broad opened chappes Hath lent me harbour in the raging flouds Thus though my sin hath drawne me down to death Thy mercy hath restored me to life Bow ye my knées and you my bashfull eyes Wéepe so for griefe as you to water would In trouble Lord I called vnto thée Out of the belly of the déepest hell I cride and thou didst heare my voice O God T is thou hadst cast me downe into the déepe The seas and flouds did compasse me about I thought I had bene cast from out thy sight The wéeds were wrapt about my wretched head I went vnto the bottome of the hilles But thou O Lord my God hast brought me vp On thée I thought when as my soule did faint My praiers did prease before thy mercy seate Then will I paie my vowes vnto the Lord For why saluation commeth from his throane The Angell appeareth Angell Ionas arise get thée to Niniuie And preach to them the preachings that I bad Haste thée to sée the will of heauen perform'd Depart Angell Ionas Iehouah I am Priest to do thy will What coast is this and where am I arriu'd Behold swéete Licas streaming in his boundes Bearing the walles of haughtie Niniuie Wheras thrée hundered towns do tempt the heauen Faire are thy walles pride of Assiria But lo thy sinnes haue pierced through the cloudes Here will I enter boldly since I know My God commands whose power no power resists Exet. Oseas You Prophets learne by Ionas how to liue Repent your sinnes whilst he doth warning giue Who knowes his maisters will and doth it not Shall suffer many stripes full well I wot Enter Aluida in rich attire with the King of Cilicia her Ladies Aluida Ladies go sit you downe amidst this bowre And let the Eunickes plaie you all a sléepe Put garlands made of Roses on your heads And plaie the wantons whilst I talke a while Lady Thou beautifull of all the world we will Enter the bowers Aluid King of Cilicia kind and curtious Like to thy selfe because a louely King Come laie thée downe vpon thy mistresse knée And I will sing and talke of loue to thée King Cili Most gratious Paragon of excellence It fits not such an abiect Prince as I To talke with Rasnes Paramour and loue Al. To talke swéet friend who wold not talke with thée Oh be not coy art thou not only faire Come twine thine armes about this snow white neck A loue-nest for the great Assirian King Blushing I tell thée faire Cilician Prince None but thy selfe can merit such a grace K. Ci. Madam I hope you mean not for to mock me Al. No king faire king my meaning is to yoke thée Heare me but sing of loue then by my sighes My teares my glauncing lookes my changed cheare Thou shalt perceiue how I do hold thée deare K. Ci. Sing Madam if you please but loue in iest Aluid Nay I will loue and sigh at euery rest Song Beautie alasse where wast thou borne Thus to hold thy selfe in scorne When as Beautie kist to wooe thee Thou by Beautie doest vndo mee Heigho despise me not I and thou in sooth are one Fairer thou I fairer none Wanton thou and wilt thou wanton Yeeld a cruell heart to plant on Do me right and do me reason Crueltie is cursed treason Heigho I loue heigho I loue Heigho and yet he eies me not King Madam your song is passing passionate Alui And wilt thou not then pitie my estate King Aske loue of them who pitie may impart Alui I aske of thée swéet thou hast stole my hart King Your loue is fixed on a greater King Alui Tut womens loue it is a fickle thing I loue my Rasni for my dignitie I loue Cilician King for his swéete eye I loue my Rasni since he rules the world But more I loue this kingly litle world Embrace him How swéete he lookes Oh were I Cinthias Pheere And thou Endimion I should hold thée déere Thus should mine armes be spred about thy necke Embrace his necke Thus would I kisse my loue at euery becke Kisse Thus would I sigh to sée thée swéetly sléepe And if thou wakest not soone thus would I wéepe And thus and thus and thus thus much I loue thée Kisse him King For all these vowes beshrow me if I proue you My faith vnto my King shall not be falc'd Alui Good Lord how men are coy when they are crau'd King Madam behold our King approacheth nie Alui Thou art Endimion then no more heigho for him I die Faints Point at the king of Cilicia Enter Rasni with his Kings and Lords What ailes the Center of my happinesse Whereon depends the heauen of my delight Thine eyes the motors to command my world Thy hands the axier to maintaine my world Thy smiles the prime and spring-tide of my world Thy frownes the winter to afflict the world Thou Quéene of me I King of all the world Alui Ah féeble eyes lift vp and looke on him She riseth as out of a traunce Is Rasni here then droupe no more poore hart Oh how I fainted when I wanted thée Embrace him How faine am I now I may looke on thée How glorious is my Rasni how diuine Eunukes play himmes to praise his deitie He is my Ioue and I his Iuno am Rasni Sun-bright as is the eye of sommers day When as he sutes Spenori all in gold To wooe his Leda in a swanlike shape Seemely as Galbocia for thy white Rose-coloured lilly louely wanton kinde Be thou the laborinth to tangle loue Whilst I command the crowne from Venus crest And pull Onoris girdle from his loines Enchast with Carbunckles and Diamonds To beautifie faire Aluida my loue Play Eunukes sing in honour of her name Yet looke not slaues vpon her woing eyne For she is faire Lucina to your king But fierce Medusa to your baser eie Alui What if I slept where should my pillow be Rasni Within my bosome Nimph not on my knée Sléepe like the
mistresse I féele an imperfection in my voyce a disease that often troubles me but alasse easily mended a cup of Ale or a cup of wine will serue the turne Alui Fill him a bowle and let him want no drinke Clown Oh what a pretious word was that and let him want no drinke Well sir now I le tel you foorth my tale Sir as I was comming alongst the port ryuale of Niniuie there appeared to me a great diuell and as hard fauoured a diuell as euer I saw nay sir he was a cuckoldly diuell for he had hornes on his head This diuell marke you now presseth vpon me and sir indéed I charged him with my pike staffe but when y t would not serue I came vpon him with sprytus santus why it had bene able to haue put Lucifer out of his wits when I saw my charme would not serue I was in such a perplexitie that sixe peny-worth of Iuniper would not haue made the place swéete againe Alui Why fellow weart thou so afraid Clowne Oh mistresse had you bene there and séene his verie sight had made you shift a cleane smocke I promise you though I were a man and counted a tall fellow yet my Landresse calde me slouenly knaue the next day Rasni A pleasaunt slaue forward sirrha on with thy tale Clowne Faith sir but I remember a word that my mistresse your bed-fellow spoake Rasni What was that fellow Clowne Oh sir a word of comfort a pretious word and let him want no drinke Rasni Her word is lawe and thou shalt want no drinke Clowne Then sir this diuell came vpon me and would not be perswaded but he would néeds carry me to hell I proffered him a cup of Ale thinking because he came out of so hotte a place that he was thirstie but the diuell was not drie and therfore the more sorie was I well there was no remedie but I must with him to hell and at last I cast mine eye aside if you knew what I spied you would laugh sir I lookt from top to toe and he had no clouen féete Then I ruffled vp my haire and set my cap on the one side sir grew to be a Iustice of peace to the diuel At last in a great fume as I am very cholloricke and sometime so hotte in my fastin fumes that no man can abide within twentie yards of me I start vp and so bombasted the diuell that sir he cried out and ranne away Alui This pleasant knaue hath made me laugh my fill Rasni now Aluida begins her quaffe And drinkes a full carouse vnto her King Rasni A pledge my loue as hardie as great Ioue Drunke when his Iuno heau'd a bowle to him Frolicke my Lord let all the standerds walke Ply it till euery man hath tane his load How now sirrha how chéere we haue no words of you Clown Truly sir I was in a broune study about my mistresse Alui About me for what Clowne Truly mistresse to thinke what a golden sentence you did speake all the philosophers in the world could not haue said more what come let him want no drinke Oh wise spéech Alui Uillaines why skinck you not vnto this fellow He makes me blyth and merry in my thoughts Heard you not that the King hath giuen command That all be drunke this day within his Court In quaffing to the health of Aluida Enters Ionas Ionas Repent repent ye men of Niniuie repent The Lord hath spoken and I do crie it out There are as yet but fortie daies remaining And then shall Niniuie be ouerthrowne Repent ye men of Niniuie repent Rasni What fellow is this that thus disturbes our feasts With outcries and alarams to repent Clowne Oh sir t is one goodman Ionas that is come from Iericho and surely I thinke he hath séene some spirit by the way and is fallen out of his wits for he neuer leaues crying night nor day my maister heard him and he shut vp his shop gaue me my Indenture and he and his wife do nothing but fast and pray Ionas Repent ye men of Niniuie repent Rasni Come hither fellow what art from whence commest thou Ionas Rasni I am a Prophet of the Lord Sent hither by the mightie God of hostes To cry destruction to the Niniuites O Niniuie thou harlot of the world I raise thy neighbours round about thy boundes To come and see thy filthinesse and sinne Thus saith the Lord the mightie God of hoste Your King loues chambering and wantonnesse Whoredome and murther do distaine his Court He fauoureth couetous and drunken men Behold therefore all like a strumpet foule Thou shalt be iudg'd and punisht for thy crime The foe shall pierce the gates with iron rampes The fire shall quite consume thée from aboue The houses shall be burnt the Infants slaine And women shall behold their husbands die Thine eldest sister is Lamana And Sodome on thy right hand seated is Repent ye men of Niniuie repent The Lord hath spoke and I do crie it out There are as yet but fortie daies remaining And then shall Niniuie be ouerthrowne Exet offered Rasni Staie Prophet staie Ionas Disturbe not him that sent me Let me performe the message of the Lord. Exet. Rasni My soule is buried in the hell of thoughts Ah Aluida I looke on thée with shame My Lords on sodeine fixe their eyes on ground As if dismayd to looke vpon the heauens Hence Magi who haue flattered me in sinne Exet. His Sages Horror of minde disturbance of my soule Makes me agast for Niniuies mishap Lords sée proclaim'd yea sée it straight proclaim'd That man and beast the woman and her childe For fortie daies in sacke and ashes fast Perhaps the Lord will yéeld and pittie vs. Beare hence these wretched blandishments of sinne And bring me sackcloth to attire your King Away with pompe my soule is full of woe In pittie looke on Niniuie O God Exet. A man Alui Assaild with shame with horror ouerborne To sorrowes sold all guiltie of our sinne Come Ladies come let vs prepare to pray Ah-lasse how dare we looke on heauenly light That haue dispisde the maker of the same How may we hope for mercie from aboue That still dispise the warnings from aboue Woes me my conscience is a heauie foe O patron of the poore opprest with sinne Looke looke on me that now for pittie craue Assaild with shame with horror ouerborne To sorrow sold all guiltie of our sinne Come Ladies come let vs prepare to pray Exeunt Enter the Vsurer solus with a halter in one hand a dagger in the other Vsurer Groning in conscience burdened with my crimes The hell of sorrow hauntes me vp and downe Tread where I list mée-thinkes the bléeding ghostes Of those whom my corruption brought to noughts Do serue for stumbling blocks before my steppes The fatherlesse and widow wrongd by me The poore oppressed by my vsurie Mée-thinkes I sée their hands reard vp to heauen To crie for vengeance of
A Looking Glasse for LONDON AND England Made by Thomas Lodge Gentleman and Robert Greene. In Artibus Magister LONDON Printed by Thomas Creede and are to be sold by William Barley at his shop in Gratious streete 1594. A LOOKING GLASSE FOR London and England Enters Rasin King of Niniuie with three Kings of Cicilia Creete and Paphlagonia from the ouerthrow of Ieroboam King of Ierusalem SO pace ye on tryumphant warriours Make Venus Lemmon armd in al his pomp Bash at the brightnesse of your hardy lookes For you the Viceroyes and the Caualires That wait on Rasins royall mightinesse Boast pettie kings and glory in your fates That stars haue made your fortunes clime so high To giue attend on Rasins excellence Am I not he that rules great Niniuie Rounded with Lycas siluer flowing streams Whose Citie large Diametri containes Euen thrée daies iournies length from wall to wall Two hundreth gates carued out of burnisht brasse As glorious as the portoyle of the Sunne And for to decke heauens battlements with pride Six hundreth Towers that toplesse touch the cloudes This Citie is the footestoole of your King A hundreth Lords do honour at my féete My scepter straineth both the poralels And now to t' enlarge the highnesse of my power I haue made Iudeas Monarch flée the field And beat proud Ieroboam from his holds Winning from Cades to Samaria Great Iewries God that foilde stout Benhadab Could not rebate the strength that Rasni brought For be he God in heauen yet Uiceroyes know Rasni is God on earth and none but he Cicilia If louely shape feature by natures skill Passing in beautie faire Endymions That Luna wrapt within her snowy brests Or that swéet boy that wrought bright Venus bane Transformde vnto a purple Hiacynth If beautie Nunpareile in excellence May make a King match with the Gods in grée Rasni is God on earth and none but hée Creet If martial lookes wrapt in a cloud of wars More fierce then Mars lightneth fro his eyes Sparkling reuenge and dyre disparagement If doughtie déeds more haughtie then any done Seald with the smile of fortune and of fate Matchlesse to manage Lance and Curtelex If such high actions grac'd with victories May make a King match with the Gods in grée Rasni is God on earth and none but hée Paphlag If Pallas wealth Rasni Uiceroyes inough peace Paphlagon no more Sée where 's my sister faire Remilia Fairer then was the virgin Dania That waits on Venus with a golden show She that hath stolne the wealth of Rasnes lookes And tide his thoughts within her louely lockes She that is lou'd and loue vnto your King Sée where she comes to gratulate my fame Enters Radagon with Remilia sister to Rasni Aluia wife to Paphlagon and other Ladies bring a Globe seated in a ship Remilia Uictorious Monarch second vnto Ioue Mars vpon earth and Neptune on the Seas Whose frowne stroyes all the Ocean with a calme Whose smile drawes Flora to display her pride Whose eye holds wanton Venus at a gaze Rasni the Regent of great Niniuie For thou hast foyld proud Ieroboams force And like the mustering breath of Aeolus That ouerturnes the pines of Libanon Hast scattered Iury and her vpstart groomes Winning from Cades to Samaria Remilia gréets thée with a kinde salute And for a present to thy mightinesse Giues thée a Globe folded within a ship As King on earth and Lord of all the Seas With such a welcome vnto Nyniuie As may thy sisters humble loue afford Rasni Sister The title fits not thy degrée A higher state of honour shall be thine The louely Trull that Mercury intrapt Within the curious pleasure of his tongue And she that basht the sun-god with her eyes Faire Semele the choyce of Venus maides Were not so beautious as Remelia Then swéeting sister shall not serue the turne But Rasnes wife his Lemmon and his loue Thou shalt like Iuno wed thy selfe to Ioue And fold me in the riches of thy faire Remilia shall be Rasnes Paramour For why if I be Mars for warlike déeds And thou bright Venus for thy cleare aspect Why should not from our loynes issue a sonne That might be Lord of royall soueraintie Of twentie worlds if twentie worlds might be What saist Remilia art thou Rasnes wife Remilia My heart doth swell with fauour of thy thoughts The loue of Rasni maketh me as proud As Iuno when she wore heauens Diademe Thy sister borne was for thy wife by loue Had I the riches nature locketh vp To decke her darling beautie when she smiles Rasin should prancke him in the pride of all Rasin Remelias loue is farre more either prisde Then Ieroboams or the worlds subdue Lordings I le haue my weddings sumptuous Made glorious with the treasures of the world I le fetch from Albia shelues of Margarites And strip the Indies of their Diamonds And Tyre shall yeeld me tribute of her gold To make Remelias wedding glorious I le send for all the Damosell Quéenes that liue Within the reach of Rasins gouernment To wait as hand-maides on Remelia That her attendant traine may passe the troupe That gloried Venus at her wedding day Creete Oh my Lord not sister to thy loue T is incest and too fowle a fact for Kings Nature allowes no limits to such lust Rada Presumptuous Uiceroy darst thou check thy Lord Or twit him with the lawes that nature lowes Is not great Rasin aboue natures reach God vpon earth and all his will is law Creet Oh flatter not for hatefull is his choice And sisters loue will blemish all his worth Radag. Doth not the brightnesse of his maiestie Shadow his déeds from being counted faults Rasin Well hast thou answered within Radon I like thée for thy learned Sophistri But thou of Creet that countercheckst thy King Packe hence in exile Radagon the Crowne Be thée Uicegerent of his royaltie And faile me not in what my thoughts may please For from a beggar haue I brought thée vp And gracst thee with the honour of a Crowne Ye quandam king what féed ye on delaies Creete Better no king then Uiceroy vnder him That hath no vertue to maintaine his Crowne Rasni Remilias what faire dames be those that wait Attendant on thy matchlesse royaltie Remilia T is Aluia the faire wife to the king of Paphlagonia Rasni Trust me she is faire t hast Paphlagon a Iewell To fold thée in so bright a swéetings armes Rad. Like you her my Lord Rasni What if I do Radagon Rada Why thē she is yours my Lord for mariage Makes no exception where Rasni doth command Paphla Ill doest thou counsel him to fancy wiues Rada Wife or not wife what so he likes is his Rasni Well answered Radagon thou art for me Féed thou mine humour and be still a king Lords go in tryumph of my happie loues And for to feast vs after all our broyles Frolicke and reuell it in Niniuie Whatsoeuer befitteth your conceited thoughts Or good or ill loue or not
my state as glorious As Iunoes pomp when tyred with heauens despoile Clad in her vestments spotted all with starres She crost the siluer path vnto her Ioue Is not Remilias far more beautious Richt with the pride of natures excellence Then Venus in the brightest of her shine My haires surpasse they not Apollos locks Are not my Tresses curled with such art As loue delights to hide him in their faire Doth not mine eyne shine like the morning lampe That tels Anrera when her loue will come Haue I not stolne the beautie of the heauens And plac'st it on the feature of my face Can any Goddesse make compare with me Or match her with the faire Remilia Aluida The beauties y t proud Paris saw fro Troy Mustring in Ida for the golden ball Were not so gorgious as Remilia Remilia I haue trickt my tramels vp with richest balme And made my perfumes of the purest Myrre The pretious drugs that Aegypts wealth affoords The costly paintings fetcht fro curious Tyre Haue mended in my face what nature mist. Am I not the earths wonder in my lookes Alui The wonder of the earth pride of heauen Remilia Looke Aluida a haire stands not amisse For womens locks are tramels of conceit Which do intangle loue for all his wiles Aluid Madam vnlesse you coy it trick and trim And plaie the ciuill wanton ere you yéeld Smiting disdaine of pleasures with your tongue Patting your princely Rasni on the chéeke When he presumes to kisse without consent You marre the market beautie nought auailes You must be proud for pleasures hardly got And swéete if once attainde Remilia Faire Aluida Thy counsell makes Remilia passing wise Suppose that thou weart Rasnes mightinesse And I Remilia Prince of excellence Aluida I would be maister then of loue and thée Remil Of loue and me Proud disdainful king Dar'st thou presume to touch a Deitie Before she grace thée with a yéelding smile Aluida Tut my Remilia be not thou so coy Say nay and take it Remilia Carelesse and vnkinde Talkes Rasni to Remilia in such sort As if I did enioy a humane forme Looke on thy Loue behold mine eyes diuine And dar'st thou twit me with a womans fault Ah Rasni thou art rash to iudge of me I tell thée Flora oft hath woode my lips To lend a Rose to beautifie her spring The sea-Nymphs fetch their lillies from my chéeks Then thou vnkind and hereon would I wéepe Alui And here would Aluida resigne her charge For were I but in thought Th'assirian King I néeds must quite thy teares with kisses swéete And craue a pardon with a friendly touch You know it Madam though I teach it not The touch I meane you smile when as you think il Remi How am I pleas'd to hear thy pritty prate According to the humor of my minde Ah Nymphs who fairer then Remilia The gentle winds haue woode me with their sighes The frowning aire hath cléerde when I did smile And when I tract vpon the tender grasse Loue that makes warme the center of the earth Lift vp his crest to kisse Remelias foote Iuno still entertaines her amorous Ioue With new delights for feare he looke on me The Phoenix feathers are become my Fanne For I am beauties Phoenix in this world Shut close these Curtaines straight and shadow me For feare Apollo spie me in his walkes And scorne all eyes to sée Remilias eyes Nymphes Knancks sing for Mauors draweth nigh Hide me in Closure let him long to looke For were a Goddesse fairer then am I I le scale the heauens to pull her from the place They draw the Curtaines and Musicke plaies Aluida Beléeue me tho she say that she is fairest I thinke my peny siluer by her leaue Enter Rasni with his Lords in pomp who make a ward about him with him the Magi in great pompe Rasni Magi for loue of Rasni by your Art By Magicke frame an Arbour out of hand For faire Remilia to desport her in Meane-while I will bethinke me on further pomp Exit The Magi with their rods beate the ground and from vnder the same riseth a braue Arbour the King returneth in an other sute while the Trumpettes sounde Rasni Blest be ye man of Art that grace me thus And blessed be this day where Himen hies To ioyne in vnion pride of heauen and earth Lightning and thunder vvherevvith Remilia is strooken What wondrous threatning noyse is this I heare What flashing lightnings trouble our delights When I draw neare Remelias royall Tent I waking dreame of sorrow and mishap Rada Dread not O King at ordinary chance These are but common exalations Drawne from the earth in substance hote and drie Or moist and thicke or Meteors combust Matters and causes incident to time Inkindled in the firie region first Tut be not now a Romane Angurer Approach the Tent looke on Remelia Rasni Thou hast confirmd my doubts kinde Radagon Now ope ye foldes where Quéene of fauour sits Carrying a Net within her curled locks Wherein the Graces are entangled oft Ope like th' imperiall gates where Phoebus sits When as he meanes to wooe his Clitia Necternall Cares ye blemishers of blisse Cloud not mine eyes whilst I behold her face Remilia my delight she answereth not He dravves the Curtaines and findes her stroken vvith Thunder blacke How pale as if bereau'd in fatall méedes The balmy breath hath left her bosome quite My Hesperus by cloudie death is blent Uillaines away fetch Sircopes of the Inde Fetch Balsomo the kind preserue of life Fetch wine of Greece fetch oiles fetch herbes fetch all To fetch her life or I will faint and die They bring in all these and offer nought preuailes Herbes Oyles of Inde alasse there nought preuailes Shut are the day-bright eyes that made me sée Lockt are the Iems of ioy in dens of death Yet triumph I on fate and he on her Malicious mistresse of inconstancie Damd be thy name that hast obscur'd my ioy Kings Uiceroyes Princes reare a royall tombe For my Remilia beare her from my sight Whilst I in teares wéepe for Remilia They beare her out Rada What maketh Rasni moodie Losse of one As if no more were left so faire as she Behold a daintie minion for the nonce Faire Aluida the Paphlagonian Quéene Wooe her and leaue this wéeping for the dead Ras. What wooe my subiects wife that honoreth me Rada Tut Kings this meum tuum should not know Is she not faire Is not her husband hence Hold take her at the hands of Radagon A prittie peate to driue your mourne away Rasni She smiles on me I sée she is mine owne Wilt thou be Rasnes royall Paramour Rad. She blushing yéelds concent make no dispute The King is sad and must be gladded straight Let Paphlagonian King go mourne meane-while He thrust the King out and so they Exeant Oseas Pride hath his iudgement London looke about T is not inough in shovv to be deuout A Furie novv from heauen to