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Posthume Poems of Richard Lovelace
 

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A Mock Charon.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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A Mock Charon.

DIALOGUE.

Cha. W.
W.
Charon! Thou Slave! Thou Fool! Thou Cavaleer

Cha.
A Slave, a Fool, What Traitors voice I Hear?


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W.
Come bring thy Boat.

Ch.
No Sir.

W.
No sirrah why?

Cha.
The Blest will disagree, and Fiends will mutiny
At thy, at thy, numbred Treachery.

W.
Villain, I have a Pass, which who disdains,
I will sequester the Elizian plains.

Cha.
Woes me! Ye gentle shades! where shall I dwell?
He's come! It is not safe to be in Hell.

Chorus.

Thus man, his Honor lost, falls on these Shelves;
Furies and Fiends are still true to themselves.
Cha.
You must lost Fool come in.

W.
Oh let me in!
But now I fear thy Boat will sink with my oreweighty sin.
Where courteous Charon am I now?

Cha.
Vile Rant!
At th' Gates of thy supreme Judge Rhadamant.

Double Chorus of Divels.

Welcome to Rape, to Theft, to Perjurie,
To all the ills thou wert, we canot hope to be;
Oh pitty us condemn'd! Oh cease to wooe,
And softly, softly breath,-least you infect us too.