A Medicinable Morall that is, the two Bookes of Horace his Satyres, Englyshed accordyng to the prescription of saint Hierome. The Wailynges of the Prophet Hieremiah, done into Englyshe verse. Also Epigrammes. T. Drant |
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The fyfte Satyre.
VLISSES AT HIS HOME commynge, beyng brought to greate extremitie and miserie asketh the counsaile of Tyretias, a prophete in hell, howe he may be riche agayne. In Vlisses consyder the state of pouertie, in Tyretias talke the vngodly counsayle, of the deuyll, and the priuie suggestions of the worlde, and her practises.
Tyretia , at my request,
tell me a little more,
Howe maye I be, so riche a man,
as I was once before?
By what meanes, or what pollicie?
(prophete) why doste thou smyle?
O suttill pate, arte thou not well,
from shypwracke, and exile,
To haue escapde, thy housholde goddes,
and Ithacke Isles to see?
Vlisses.
O prophete soothefaste in thy speche,
alas) but seest thou me,
into my natiue lande?
(Thou hauyng so foretoulde my fate)
nothinge in plyghte doth stande?
The wooers spende vp all my gooddes,
and howses do defyle.
My stocke and vertue, withoute gooddes,
are thoughte as thinges most vyle.
To cut of talke, since pouertie
thou doste abhorre in harte,
Now harken how from deepe distresse,
a wittie man maye starte.
By sending, pretie presents still,
be sewer thy giftes to geue,
Unto the wealthie ritch mans house,
that is not lyke to lyue.
The turtle doue, the orcharde fruite,
the honours of the feelde,
The rich must haue before goddes selfe,
what so thy grounde doth yeelde.
Who though he be a periurde man,
of currishe kyndred borne,
All gored in his brothers blood,
a runagate forlorne:
Yet coortsye him, and woorship hym,
and if he woulde it so,
Thou maiste not stay to wayte on him,
in place where he shall go.
Vlixes.
Can I becum a page to slaues,
to get a sillie catch,
Who, erste in Troye, euen with the beste,
was wonte to make my matche?
Tire.
Therfore, still poore. Applie the worlde,
and beare it as it is,
Vlixes.
Yes, I haue borne, and can abyde,
thinges waightier then this.
and driue me of no more:
Howe maye I fyll my pouches full,
as they were heretofore?
Tyre.
I sayde, and eftsoones saye to thee,
be pregnaunt aye in guyle,
Thou muste be forgynge olde mens wylles,
And if that in thy wyle,
Thou arte perceyude, yf none wyll byte,
but all from hooke doo flye:
Though ones deceyude, dispaire not tho,
persyste thyne arte to trye.
If there be in arbiterment,
a matter great or small,
Inquyre vpon the parties bothe,
and circumstances all.
If thone be ryche, and chyldrenles,
though all the grounde of stryfe
Procede of hym, sette thou in foote,
and pleade his cause of lyfe.
The other, if he haue a wyfe,
or hope of progenye,
Thoughe all the worlde proclaym hym good
lette thou his quarell lye.
Do clepe the other, by his names,
(fayre wordes with fooles take place:)
Right worshipfull, your vertues (saye)
hath made me pleade your case.
I haue some practise in the lawe,
to parle and maynteyne plea,
In faythe, I rather woulde myne eyes
were drenched in the sea,
Then any of these fyled tongues,
Your worshyppe shoulde abuse:
Or spende yonr goodes. Well go you home,
and cease you thus to muse.
trye what a frend can doo.
In heate or colde, I am your owne
to ryde or els to go.
Assay the consequence hereof,
some one or other wyll,
Name thee, an heartie frendly man
a man of witte and skyll.
Thy hunger shall be great excesse,
thy wante muche wealthe at ease,
The Tunnye and the whale wyll be,
scarce presentes thee to please,
But here a caution for the, least
some shoulde replye agayne,
That thou doest good to sole olde men,
as gapyng after gayne.
If thou canst spye a wealthie man,
that hath a wearyshe chylde,
There, shewe thy selfe officious,
muche debonaire and mylde:
And caste out talke as though thou couldst,
proue thee, his seconde sonne,
Then plye the olde man, so to saye
perchaunce, when he hath done,
The chylde may dye, then, who but thou?
make entrie on thy right,
Suche loose begynnynges, oftentymes,
growe vp to force and myght.
If, that the olde man offer thee
his testament to reade,
Make, as thou coulde not, for great grefe,
put it awaye with speede:
But take a superficiall syght,
if thou muste all possesse:
Or dyuers mo cooparteners:
them thou with crafte muste dresse.
by smothe talke gette thou all,
As Esops foxe allurde the dawe,
to lette her breakefaste fall.
As Corauus with suche lyke sorte,
deceyued Scipio.
Vlixes.
Why art thou mad, or mockst for nonce,
for doomyng harde thynges so?
Tyre.
Laertes sonne, what so I say,
muste be, or ells not be,
For great Apollo hath bestowde.
a prophetes gyfte of me.
Vlixes.
Unfolde this fable vnto me,
this mysterie bewraye.
Tyre
What tyme this yong man, feare of Parths,
begynnes to beare a swaye,
(Augustus Prince) by lyne extract
from duke Aeneas race,
When he shall beare the countenance,
and welde the wreakefull mace,
A noble dame to Corauus,
shall Scipio the bolde
Dispouse, and yet for couetyse
her dowrie large withholde,
Corauus shall a feoffement force,
and eke the writyng seale,
A cuttyng wrytte for Scipio,
whiche he ne shall repeale.
I geue thee furthermore in charge,
yf any dotynge syer,
Be ruled by his mayde or man,
thralled to theyr desyre,
Acquainte thy selfe, forthwith with them,
Praise them, that thee awaye,
With gratefull praise, and lyke for lyke,
they may agayne repaye.
the chiefest, and the beste,
Prayse hym, laude hym, so shalte thou be,
in tyme a welcome gueste.
In case the carle be leacherous,
his byddyng doo not byde:
Bryng hym thy chaste Penelope,
to whome thou waste affyde.
Vlix.
Penelope, so temperate,
so continent a dame,
Whome suche a route of reuellers,
coulde neuer stayne with shame.
Tyr.
Those younkers came not for to geue,
but hunger for to staunche,
They came for lucre, not for loue,
to paumper vp the paunche.
But this (lo) were a present waie,
for her and thee to lyue.
Losse made your dame, so temperate,
Her trouthe to none to geue.
I (beynge then well elderly)
at Thebes, there was a wyfe,
Who charged strayghtly her assignes,
whylste she was yet in lyfe,
That they shoulde noynte, and hold her fast,
if she could wraste away,
That then their hope shoulde want his hyre,
and mis his wyshed praye.
These shewe to thee, that he that woulde,
ryse vp by deade mens bones,
Muste play the bawde, the slaue, and loute,
and paynfull for the nones.
Beare well thy selfe, serue in suche sorte,
that naught maie be amended:
The testie, tethye, waspishe churle,
with pratlynge is offended.
lyke Dauus in the play,
Abate thy lookes, as thoughe the man
with presence did the fray.
Be euer duckinge downe to him:
if all things be not warme,
Besech him thou, to keepe him close,
leste haplie cum sum harme.
Be stille, and whishte, whilste he speakes oughte,
stretch out thy listninge eare,
And neuer cease to magnifye,
whatsoeuer thou doste heare.
In case he will be blasoned,
sounde and resounde his prayse
Forge and deuyse, puffe vp his harte
by any kynde of wayes.
What time the wretche drawes to his ende,
releasinge the of paine,
Then will he say, geue Vlixes,
a quarter of my gayne:
Of all my substaunce of this worlde.
which voice, then thou doste heare,
Alas (say thou) Dama my frende,
shall he no more appeare?
O Dama frende, wilte thou be gone?
how maye I haue so good,
So trusty true and stedfaste frende?
howle, crye as thou werte woode.
Weepe, if thou canste, a litle crashe,
dissemble all thy ioy,
Uppon his toumbe, an hansom coste,
and laboure eeke employ,
That neighbours maye commende thy facte,
and yet, a further note:
If one of thy cooparteners gin,
to rutle in the throte,
and tell him if he please,
He shall by howse, an lande of you,
for vse, or for his ease.
Muche more (as thou doste lyke of this)
to the I coulde haue sayde
But, I muste to my hellishe taske
perforce my toungue is stayde.
Proserpina, our tyraunte Quene,
so vengefull, and so fell,
Dothe hayle me hence, to byde the smarte,
with smouldred soules in hell.
Ye, worldlinges make suche shiftes as those,
adew, and fare you well.
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