The Second part of The Nights Search Discovering The Condition of the various Fowles of Night. Or, The second great Mystery of Iniquity exactly revealed: With the Projects of these Times. In a Poem, By Humphrey Mill |
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Sect. XIII.
Two Spawns from Earth, want sturres their crimes;
A Damsel stole with borrowed rimes:
Her usage, he prefers a pink,
A bed at bord: being like to sink
She makes her moan; what was reply'd
By both; all favour was deny'd.
She's sent away, they grow more rude,
To vex her more they do conclude.
A Damsel stole with borrowed rimes:
Her usage, he prefers a pink,
A bed at bord: being like to sink
She makes her moan; what was reply'd
By both; all favour was deny'd.
She's sent away, they grow more rude,
To vex her more they do conclude.
When I perceiv'd the cloudy scales of night
Compose themselves against the glim'ring light,
(Those that did plot to'ards Hell, did make no stay,
For all't was dark, they could not lose their way)
With artificial light I did descry
A scum boil'd out of Earth: when he came nigh
His breath gave warning: but it was not good
H'was seen, felt, heard, yet was not understood.
The kennel spew'd him up; but you may rake
For such another, till your hearts do ake,
And lose your labour. Being drunk he reels;
And if his guts were hang'd about his heels
He would not vex me. Stay; here comes his whore
With open mouth; but ah! she cannot roare,
Because his cash is gone. He wants a wife:
If you know any weary of her life,
Pray wish her to him: money he must have
To keep his Quean: then let the hungry grave
Open his jaws upon her; what cares he?
This Trull will serve for his necessitie.
Compose themselves against the glim'ring light,
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For all't was dark, they could not lose their way)
With artificial light I did descry
A scum boil'd out of Earth: when he came nigh
His breath gave warning: but it was not good
H'was seen, felt, heard, yet was not understood.
The kennel spew'd him up; but you may rake
For such another, till your hearts do ake,
And lose your labour. Being drunk he reels;
And if his guts were hang'd about his heels
He would not vex me. Stay; here comes his whore
With open mouth; but ah! she cannot roare,
Because his cash is gone. He wants a wife:
If you know any weary of her life,
Pray wish her to him: money he must have
To keep his Quean: then let the hungry grave
Open his jaws upon her; what cares he?
This Trull will serve for his necessitie.
Well, they must part a while, till he hath got
One to releeve his need; and then the lot
Will fall to her again. If he can get
Some begging Poet, he will die in's debt
If he will write him verses: but he must
Keep it all private, not betray his trust;
They must be call'd his own. His Love they'l break,
Though he be drunk or mad and cannot speak.
He ha's betray'd a Girle, with much ado,
That's honest, hansome, with a portion too:
To a poor home she's brought. Within a while
He brings one to compet with her, as vile
As Hell and sin can make her; she will be
Mistris of all. Did you but hear and see
The passages, you could not chuse but grieve
For her, whose case, death onely may relieve.
To trick his Jade up fine, he spends her store.
One night he lies with her, three with his Whore.
She has her chamber furnish't, and her meat
O'th best cut first; the Woman's fain to eat
What scraps the Punk doth leave. Oh! most unkinde!
Then to her Husband thus she broke her minde:
One to releeve his need; and then the lot
Will fall to her again. If he can get
Some begging Poet, he will die in's debt
If he will write him verses: but he must
Keep it all private, not betray his trust;
They must be call'd his own. His Love they'l break,
Though he be drunk or mad and cannot speak.
He ha's betray'd a Girle, with much ado,
That's honest, hansome, with a portion too:
To a poor home she's brought. Within a while
He brings one to compet with her, as vile
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Mistris of all. Did you but hear and see
The passages, you could not chuse but grieve
For her, whose case, death onely may relieve.
To trick his Jade up fine, he spends her store.
One night he lies with her, three with his Whore.
She has her chamber furnish't, and her meat
O'th best cut first; the Woman's fain to eat
What scraps the Punk doth leave. Oh! most unkinde!
Then to her Husband thus she broke her minde:
How have I bought my sorrow! This is bad!
You drew me in to marry what I had.
You keep a common Strumpet: How can I
Behold her but with grief! You set me by
As out of date. Intreaties cannot move
You from your ruine, to embrace my love.
Death, do thy office: for I cannot have
A fitter chamber then a quiet grave.
You drew me in to marry what I had.
You keep a common Strumpet: How can I
Behold her but with grief! You set me by
As out of date. Intreaties cannot move
You from your ruine, to embrace my love.
Death, do thy office: for I cannot have
A fitter chamber then a quiet grave.
With that the Tib o'r-heard her, and began
(First to the Woman, then unto the Man)
To break her spleen: am I the mark, which thou
Dost shoot thy spite against? Thou knowst not how
To help thy self: but thou shalt finde e're long
I'l be reveng'd, and make thee hold thy tongue.
I'l have the rule of all: and make thee know
He's mine above stairs, though he's thine below.
We two are old acquaintance: and will be
Kinde and familiar in despite of thee.
He's ty'd to me in love; why should not I
Please him at bed and board? Wilt thou deny
Our love free course? Be silent; or I shall
Trouble his goods, and make him fell'em all.
He's mine by promise: Shall I be controll'd?
H'had ne'er took thee, save onely for thy gold.
(First to the Woman, then unto the Man)
To break her spleen: am I the mark, which thou
Dost shoot thy spite against? Thou knowst not how
To help thy self: but thou shalt finde e're long
I'l be reveng'd, and make thee hold thy tongue.
I'l have the rule of all: and make thee know
He's mine above stairs, though he's thine below.
We two are old acquaintance: and will be
Kinde and familiar in despite of thee.
He's ty'd to me in love; why should not I
Please him at bed and board? Wilt thou deny
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Trouble his goods, and make him fell'em all.
He's mine by promise: Shall I be controll'd?
H'had ne'er took thee, save onely for thy gold.
What sayes my Chuck? Speak; Didst not thou begin
To draw me with conditions unto sin?
Now I am thine for ever. Let not me
Be grumbled at by such a one as she.
To draw me with conditions unto sin?
Now I am thine for ever. Let not me
Be grumbled at by such a one as she.
Let not her howling move thee: let her frown,
Another time, I'l pawn her Tammy-gown.
Then if she'l not be warn'd, this I will do,
Sell her best petti-coat; and then we two
Will make a merry-day, while her fond breath
Shall wast away with crying after death.
Another time, I'l pawn her Tammy-gown.
Then if she'l not be warn'd, this I will do,
Sell her best petti-coat; and then we two
Will make a merry-day, while her fond breath
Shall wast away with crying after death.
He having matter lay about his chest,
Which slept quite through his maw, along his brest
Into his wind-pipe: When't had bluster'd long
It shoke his jaws, and seaz'd upon his tongue,
Which made him speak: I am not mov'd to cast
Away my sweet; my love is ty'd too fast
To be remov'd with breath: Though thou art pain'd
Through fruitlesse humors, and the Law's have gain'd
A part of what I had; I will not leave
Her company, till time doth me bereave
Of sense and motion. If thou still wilt nurse
Such jealous fancies, thou wilt make me worse,
Be rul'd by her, and do not me mistake;
Thou speedst and far'st the better for her sake.
Do'st think for dyet I would be so free,
Spend thus at home, but for her companie?
Which slept quite through his maw, along his brest
Into his wind-pipe: When't had bluster'd long
It shoke his jaws, and seaz'd upon his tongue,
Which made him speak: I am not mov'd to cast
Away my sweet; my love is ty'd too fast
To be remov'd with breath: Though thou art pain'd
Through fruitlesse humors, and the Law's have gain'd
A part of what I had; I will not leave
Her company, till time doth me bereave
Of sense and motion. If thou still wilt nurse
Such jealous fancies, thou wilt make me worse,
Be rul'd by her, and do not me mistake;
Thou speedst and far'st the better for her sake.
Do'st think for dyet I would be so free,
Spend thus at home, but for her companie?
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Then turning to his hag, he thus did say:
I am no turn-coat: I've devis'd a way
To fit her in her kinde: I'l send her down
I'th' Countrey to her friends: although they frown,
What matter is't? expences will be large,
There let her leave her load: 'twill ease my charge.
And when she's gone, we'l sell the houshold stuffe
To spend the coyne; we'l have delight enough.
When she sees this, and hears what mirth we had,
Being wilde before, these things will make her mad.
I am no turn-coat: I've devis'd a way
To fit her in her kinde: I'l send her down
I'th' Countrey to her friends: although they frown,
What matter is't? expences will be large,
There let her leave her load: 'twill ease my charge.
And when she's gone, we'l sell the houshold stuffe
To spend the coyne; we'l have delight enough.
When she sees this, and hears what mirth we had,
Being wilde before, these things will make her mad.
Poor soul! th' art bought and sold! but do not fear,
Thy Hell is all on Earth, their Heaven's here.
Thy sufferings will be short. Repent and pray;
Thy next will be a sweeter marriage-day.
Thy Hell is all on Earth, their Heaven's here.
Thy sufferings will be short. Repent and pray;
Thy next will be a sweeter marriage-day.
Ye cursed blind-worms! if ye had your due
Hell should be hotter made, and brought to you.
Yo've wrong'd a harmle's soul. Your sins will be
Chang'd into plagues and then you'l disagree.
Thou Incubus how cans't escape the curse
That's laid below? and Succuba is worse.
Hell should be hotter made, and brought to you.
Yo've wrong'd a harmle's soul. Your sins will be
Chang'd into plagues and then you'l disagree.
Thou Incubus how cans't escape the curse
That's laid below? and Succuba is worse.
Your hateful brood being passent in their ill,
Keeps off the Muses from my humble Quill.
Keeps off the Muses from my humble Quill.
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