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Sceane. 4.

SPIRIT.
PHILO. SVGGES.
Philologus, Philologus, Philologus, I say,
In time take heede, goe not to farre, looke well thy steps vnto,
Let not Suggestion of thy flesh, thy Conscience thee betray,
Who doth conduct thee in the path, that leadeth to all woe:
Waigh well this warning giuen from God, before thou further goe:
And sell not euerlasting ioyes, for pleasures temporall,
From which thou soone shalt goe, or they from thee bereaued shall.

Philologus.
Alas, what voice is this I heere, so dolefully to sounde,
Into mine eares, and warneth mee, in time yet to beware,
Why haue not I the pleasant path, of worldly pleasures founde,
To walk therein for my delight, no man shall me debarre.

Suggestion.
Looke in this Glasse Philologus, for nought els doo thou care,
What doost thou see within the same? is not the Coast all cleare?

Philologus.
Naught els but pleasure, pompe, and wealth, heerein to mee appeare.

Suggestion.
Giue mee thy hande, I will be guide, and leade thee in the way,
What doost thou shrink Philologus? where I dare goe before?

Spirit.
Yea, shrinke so still Philologus, no time turne back I say,
In sensuall Suggestions steppes, see that thou tread no more:
And though the frailtie of the flesh, hath made the fall full sore:
And to denye with outward lyps, thy Lord and God most deare,
The same to stablish with consent, of Conscience, stand in feare:
Thou art yet free Philologus, all torments thou maist scape,
Onely the pleasures of the world, thou shalt awhile forbeare,
Renownce thy crime, and sue for grace, and do not captiuate
Thy Conscience vnto mortall sinne, the yoke of Christ doo beare,
Shut vp these wordes within thy brest, which sound so in thine eare:
The outwarde man hath caused thee, this enterprise to take,


Beware least wickednesse of spirit, the same doo perfect make.

Philologus.
My hart doth tremble for distres, my conscience pricks mee sore
And bid mee cease that course in time, which I would gladly runne
The wrath of God it doth mee tell, doth stand my face before:
Wherfore, I hold it best to cease that race I haue begun.

Suggestion.
These are but fancies certainly, for this way thou shalt shun
All worldly woes: looke in thy Glasse and tell me what it show,
Thou wilt not credit other men, before thy selfe I trow.

Philologus.
Oh gladsome Glasse, oh mirrour bright, oh cristall cleare as sun
The ioyes cannot be vttered, which herein I beholde,
Wherefore I will not thee forsake: what euill so euer come.

Spirit.
If needes thou wilt thy selfe vndoo, say not, but thou arte tolde:

Philologus.
Hap, what hap wyll, I will not loose these pleasures manyfolde
Wherfore conduct mee once againe, heere take mee by the hande.

Suggestion.
That sensuall Suggestion doth leade him vnderstand.