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The nynthe Satyre.

I chaunced , to roome me in the streets,
(as ofte I vse to doe)
Musing, I wate not, of what toyes,
but scanninge to and froe.
Runs, vnto me a certaine man,
whome erste I vnneth see,
Imbracing me, oh pleasaunte lad,
how mightes thou fare (quod he?)
Horace,
Well at this tyme, and wishe to the,
all that thou canste require.
When as I see him haunte me still,
I askde him his desyre.

Str.
Why pardye, syr, know you not me?
I am a greate lernde man.

Horace:
If it be so, I deme of you,
so muche the better than.
Lyues fayne, I woulde haue lefte him there,
and hereuppon, I wente
Now swifte, now slow and told my boy,
tryfles to none intente.
In faith I was through bathde in sweate,
and thoughte them in good ease,
That were well in their chambers set,
or in sum secret place.
When he woulde prayse, the towne, or streets,
I answerde nought againe.
I see, (quod he you woulde, that we
were parted verye fayne.
But all for naughte, it may not be,
Ile wayte vppon you now.
(Quod I) syr, spare your coortesie,
I haue no neede of you.
I muste go see, a frende of mine
whome you did neuer know,
Nye Cesars Orchardes, yonde Tyber,
he dwelleth farre below.

Strange.
No busnes I, needes muste I walke,
haue with you for this day,

Horace.
Then, (lyke the heuye lodened asse)
myne eares downe did I lay.

Str.
Syr, if you knew my qualityes,
there is no reason, why,
Or Uiske, or Uarus shoulde be more,
enteire to you then I.

Uiske, & Uarus two iolye Poets.

For who, for number or for grace,
dare mell with me in ryme?
Or who can daunce so footinglye,
obseruing tune and time?
I can singe so melodiouslye,
that verye Hermogene,
Woulde enuye me or if he harde
woulde yeelde to me I wene

Ho.
I thoughte to interchaunge a worde,
thy mother lyueth she,
Or any of thy kynsfolke els,
that standeth neede of the?

Str.
In good time they are broughte to stay,
and I remaine alone,
Dispatch thou me, so it must be:
for many yeres a gone,

Sabella aProphetes.

Sabella, (I a very chylde)
did reede, my dreyre fate,
In folowynge forme, with tendre hande,
pressed vpon my pate.
Not poyson keene, nor enmies sworde,
this babe away shall draw,
Not stitch or coughe, or knobbyng gowte,
that makes the patiente slaw,
A prater shall becom his death,
therfore, let him alwayes
If he be wyse shun iangling iacks,
after his youthefull dayes.
We came to Lady Uestas churche.
the fourth parte ot the day
Whilste language passed to and fro,
was passed cleane away.
He stode in bondes, (as he toulde me)
in courte for to apeare,
Or sentence els definitiue,
shoulde passe againste him cleare.

If thou doste loue me frende (quod he)
to tharches with me draw,
Horace:
Nor can I stande, vpon my feete,
nor knowe the cyuile law.

Str:
I doubte if I shoulde leaue my cause,
or els thy frendlye companie.

Horace,
I pray the me, not yet (quod he
before me, by and by
He preseth on: my victor guyde
I did succeade a pace,

Str.
How doth your lorde Mecenas now,
how stande you in his grace?
It is a rare and wyttye parte,
in frendship long to dwell,
Horace, I tell the as a frende,
thou haste vsde fortune well,
If that thou woldste plante me in once,
(in forfitte of my heade)
Thou shouldste no doubte, haue me a frende,
woulde stande the in good steade.
Within a monethes space or twaine,
Mecenas I woulde claw
That all the reaste mighte blow their nayles,
or go to shough the dawe.

Horace.
We lyue not so, as thou doste thincke,
no house, more pure then this,
Nor none, that from those mischeues vyle,
more cleane and spotles is.
His, riches, or his learning is,
no preiudice to me:
There is a place accordingly,
for eche in his degree.

Str.
A thinge thou tells vncredible:

Hor.
I tell a sothefaste tale.

Str.
Thou makes me glow faine woulde I cum
to be of his counsaile.

Hor.
If that you will, you haue a grace,
his fauour for to win
The first assaulte is very harde,
by suite thou maiste get in.

Str.
I will not fayle, brybes shall corrupte,
his cheefist seruinge men
Though once or twyce the gats be shut
I will not cease yet then
Ile wayte my opportunitie,
to meete him in the way.
To leade him home, to curtsey,
and cap him when he stayes.
There is no good for to be done,
whilste we are lyuing here:
Excepte we lye, faune flatter, face,
cap, kneele ducke, crouche smile, flere.
He pratling thus, a frende of mine
one Fuscus Arisie,
Met me, who knew this chatting syr
almoste as well as I.
Stocke stille we stande, he askde me whence,
or whether, that I woulde,
I halde him backe, and by the hande,
of frendship did him houlde.
Squintinge his eyes, he gan to nod,
to call me thence away,
And yet dissemblingly he thoughte,
to dallie and to play.
My harte in choller perboylde was,
I wis my frende (quod I)
You sayd, that you a matter had
to tell me secretly.

Fuscus.
An other tyme, I muste go see
the circumcised Iues
In keeping of their Sabot day,
what holye rytes they vse.

Horace.
I loue not that religion.

Fuscus.
I, of infirmitie
Am scrupulouse: and therfore syr,
I pray the beare with me.
Hereafter I wilbe your man,
both when and where you will,
This day dismis me to go roume,
throughout the streets my fill.

Hor.
The churle departes, and lefte me stille
to feele my sharpe distresse.
By chaunce there cums this fellowes foe,
who, now had got redresse,
At him by law: varlet, (quod he)
I charge the for to stay,
And pray you (Horace) geue me leaue,
my mynde to him to say.
Contente, (quod I), you may be boulde,
to worke your will for me,
My troublesum companion
arested then I see.
Both partyes crye, the croude growes greate
throughe greate Appollos grace,
It was my lucke for to escape,
so comberouse a case.