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A MORRALL SATIRE, Jntituled the Owles araygnement. |
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A MORRALL SATIRE, Jntituled the Owles araygnement.
When
fowles could talke with reason like to men
This accydent amongst em happend then:
Before the Prince of fowles the Owle was brought
To aunswere why she did things lawles naught:
Her adversaries were the batt the thrush
With others moe: who night'lie in the bush
Shee ey her scard with skreeking fearefull cryes
Or sodeynlie (ere wake) did them surprize:
Wherefore they apprehending hir did craue
That they against hir migh: iuste Iustice haue.
Greate Prince quoth they to death put thou this Owle
She is a vildlie living wicked fowle:
Unfitt to liue: all daie shee sleepes; a nightes
Smale birds shee kills; the best and greatst she frights
Breaking our quiet sleepe with the fell noyse
Of manlike lure and yauling-whooping voice
And therefore sou'raigne Prince wee all doe craue
Since shee deserveth death, death she maie haue.
The Eagle sternlie mild putt them a side
Commaunding silens thus the Eagle cryd
Come forward Owle and free thy hart from feare
Speake freelie bird true iustice J doe here
Before my sword of iustice Death doth strike
Th'accuser, and th'accusd J heare alike
Bribes nor affection maks my cleare eys blind
And therefore freelie feareles speak thy mind
When th'owle did heare this mild speach of hir Lord
Couradg shee tooke in gesture and in word
Chēaring hir selfe, shee thus tooth Eagle cryes
Jmpartiall iustice comes from Maiesties
And since your highnes doth thus daint to heare:
My cause your selfe; my cause J little feare
For what need J quoth shee dread anie thing.
Being my cause is heard before my King.
Let murdrers quake when Iustice shakes hirradd
The Just nere feares the Judgment of Just god
Noe more will J since freelie plead J must
(Jn guileles cause) before a King soe iust
Two accusations are against me layde
To be a murdrer is the first J'me sayde
The second is that J in sylent night
With manlike voice smale birds and fowles afright
Greate Prince I both confes; but firste Jle showe
The cause and reason which makes meskreek soe
A nightes I hollowing whoop and wondring crye
But gratious Prince this is the reason why
This accydent amongst em happend then:
Before the Prince of fowles the Owle was brought
To aunswere why she did things lawles naught:
Her adversaries were the batt the thrush
With others moe: who night'lie in the bush
Shee ey her scard with skreeking fearefull cryes
Or sodeynlie (ere wake) did them surprize:
Wherefore they apprehending hir did craue
That they against hir migh: iuste Iustice haue.
Greate Prince quoth they to death put thou this Owle
She is a vildlie living wicked fowle:
Unfitt to liue: all daie shee sleepes; a nightes
Smale birds shee kills; the best and greatst she frights
Breaking our quiet sleepe with the fell noyse
Of manlike lure and yauling-whooping voice
And therefore sou'raigne Prince wee all doe craue
Since shee deserveth death, death she maie haue.
The Eagle sternlie mild putt them a side
Commaunding silens thus the Eagle cryd
Come forward Owle and free thy hart from feare
Speake freelie bird true iustice J doe here
Before my sword of iustice Death doth strike
Th'accuser, and th'accusd J heare alike
Bribes nor affection maks my cleare eys blind
And therefore freelie feareles speak thy mind
When th'owle did heare this mild speach of hir Lord
Couradg shee tooke in gesture and in word
Chēaring hir selfe, shee thus tooth Eagle cryes
Jmpartiall iustice comes from Maiesties
My cause your selfe; my cause J little feare
For what need J quoth shee dread anie thing.
Being my cause is heard before my King.
Let murdrers quake when Iustice shakes hirradd
The Just nere feares the Judgment of Just god
Noe more will J since freelie plead J must
(Jn guileles cause) before a King soe iust
Two accusations are against me layde
To be a murdrer is the first J'me sayde
The second is that J in sylent night
With manlike voice smale birds and fowles afright
Greate Prince I both confes; but firste Jle showe
The cause and reason which makes meskreek soe
A nightes I hollowing whoop and wondring crye
But gratious Prince this is the reason why
In eache place I doe see proude Babells built
With cloude-braving turretts daubd-o're with gust
With in those Babells J doe peepe to spie
The princelie presence of your maiestie
But when in steed of you (on bedd of strawe)
I see that tatling bird, the Iack-adawe
With admiration then awaie I flie
Then lo ho ho then wo ho ho crye I.
With cloude-braving turretts daubd-o're with gust
With in those Babells J doe peepe to spie
The princelie presence of your maiestie
But when in steed of you (on bedd of strawe)
I see that tatling bird, the Iack-adawe
With admiration then awaie I flie
Then lo ho ho then wo ho ho crye I.
Sometimes J daringlie presume to peepe
With in your Court when all your courtyers sleepe
Where when I see the prating parratt grac'd
And birdes of better worth for him displac'd
Or when J see the plumy peacocks pride
To striue to lie by's sou'raigne Princes side
And se the valiant Cock with swaines to liue
That sight much wonder to my eyes doth giue
With admiration then awaie I flie
Then lo ho ho then wo ho ho crie I
With in your Court when all your courtyers sleepe
Where when I see the prating parratt grac'd
And birdes of better worth for him displac'd
Or when J see the plumy peacocks pride
To striue to lie by's sou'raigne Princes side
And se the valiant Cock with swaines to liue
That sight much wonder to my eyes doth giue
With admiration then awaie I flie
Then lo ho ho then wo ho ho crie I
Sometimes I flie ore Neptunes glassie soile
To veiwe the slipps of our sen-girtt-in Jle
But what J see howe nakedlie they bee
Howe like they are tooth winter-shaken tree
And howe from them all braue sea birds are fledd
Then like a malecontent J hang downe head
With admiration then awaie J flie
Then lo ho ho then wo ho ho crie I
To veiwe the slipps of our sen-girtt-in Jle
Howe like they are tooth winter-shaken tree
And howe from them all braue sea birds are fledd
Then like a malecontent J hang downe head
With admiration then awaie J flie
Then lo ho ho then wo ho ho crie I
Sometimes ore sto'nd-paud Citties J take flight
Where to my night-cleard eyes admired sight
I see the Cuccoe build in house his neaste
Which ere was Wont to be Silvanus gueste:
Baselie brooking each cock-sparrowes rivalrye
Suffrings mate for trash to bath in brothelry
A nights such sights presented to my eye
Makes me with wonder wo ho ho to cry.
Where to my night-cleard eyes admired sight
I see the Cuccoe build in house his neaste
Which ere was Wont to be Silvanus gueste:
Baselie brooking each cock-sparrowes rivalrye
Suffrings mate for trash to bath in brothelry
A nights such sights presented to my eye
Makes me with wonder wo ho ho to cry.
This is the cause greate Prince why in the night
I wonder soe: nowe where they doe indight
Me for a murtherer: your grace shall find
J'me leaste of all your nobles soe inclind;
Guitles J plead; or yf J guiltie be
With me must die your whole nobility
Your Hawkes (dread souraigne Prince) doe dailie kill
And dailie doe devoure eate-vp and spill
Your honest subiects, yet theres not a aint
Laies hold of them'gainst them the'res noe complaint
Greate-peares nere to Princes should not doe soe
By their stepps we track which waie Kings doe goe
As Phebes light from Phebus doth proceed
Soe doth a great Lords act frome Princes deed
Yf Kings encloud with vice their Uirtues sunn
That selfe thick-foggye course their peeres will runn
Jf I doe murther, they doe murther too
What waie J goe, that waie your banks must goe
Else gratious Prince your lawe giues waye and place
To such as are, or are not in your grace.
Else greate ones open maie your mercyes doore
Sucking the fatt from men but meanlie poore
Iniustly wronging poore-poore vnderlings
For pettie crymes: when vnder your owne wings
Far fowler ects within themselues they nurrish
And consciensles the vildest dambd things cherrish
But soe it should not be my souraigne King
For from a Kingdoms lawes cleere christ all spring
Alike all streames should runn: I eu'ry where
That should spoute water vncorruptlie cleare
Let it doe soe my Prince: let poore mans cryme
Be iudgd like theires: w' are made of self-like slime
All kings are earthlie gods; therefore should Kings
Jn an impartiall ballance weigh all thinges
The iustest iudge doth soe; and soe should you
Like that corruptles iudg in all pointes doe.
I freelie speake; the cause I speake soe free
Is' cause at first great Prince you licensd mee.
J haue accusd, but not excusd; for still
My faults not lessond for anothers ill.
Therefore my Prince to this my pleadings tend
You'l quitt my fault, and Jle my fault amend.
The Prince well listning to th'appeaching Owle
Turnes to the hawkes, on whom with wrathfull scowl
He fixt his eyes. Quoth he, speake is it true
My nobles which this owle reports of you?
Jn guiltles bloud haue you embrud your hands?
T'is monstrous vilde! why your the propps of lands
The steres-men to your Prince: by you hees lede
By whom but you should he be counselled?
Your heades should conduicts be: cleare cristall springs
From which should powre al wholsom virtuous things
From your braines fountaines such pure streames should flowe
As by that moysture things should florishing growe,
Wherefore enact J lawe: with your consent?
J thinke so punish vice was our intent:
Will you that are parte-makers of the lawe
Be breakers of it first? How then in awe
Shall J my subiects haue? why when they se
You drown'd in vice they 'le deeme the like of me
Disgracefullie then this they will report
Howe theirs an extreame famin grown at court;
Of virtuous men theres such a famin grown
As scarcelie one about the Court is knowne
By you shall I growe to loathd infamie
And iudgd the nurse of fowle-fell tyranny
And therfore nobles yf your free and cleare
From these dambd haynos crimes, makt now appeare.
Silence being made, the guiltie nobles
Seing themselues to growe to dangrous trobles
Thus (despratly) replies: oh King quoth they
J hope vnto our murthers youl giue waie
Yf we make spoile and other birds vndoe
We take the xsample souraign Prince from you
We nerest Princes Jmitate them still
We be the emblems of your good or Jll
Yf you slaie, we slaie; yf you saue, we saue
All Kings about them manie shadowes haue:
For this our fault we seeke not make excuse
Cause from your selfe sprang firste this faults abuse
And therefore King yf you'l haue subiects awe
You must not onelie make but keep your lawe.
This peremptorye aunswere so incenst
His maiestie as twene them wars comenst
But while as they were soe at Civill strife
The Owle that malefactour saues hir life
She being loose awaie from keeper scudds
Lusking from sight all daie in thickest woods
But eu'ry night about the outlawe flies
Joying hir escape; wo ho ho she cryes.
I wonder soe: nowe where they doe indight
Me for a murtherer: your grace shall find
J'me leaste of all your nobles soe inclind;
Guitles J plead; or yf J guiltie be
With me must die your whole nobility
Your Hawkes (dread souraigne Prince) doe dailie kill
And dailie doe devoure eate-vp and spill
Your honest subiects, yet theres not a aint
Laies hold of them'gainst them the'res noe complaint
Greate-peares nere to Princes should not doe soe
By their stepps we track which waie Kings doe goe
As Phebes light from Phebus doth proceed
Soe doth a great Lords act frome Princes deed
Yf Kings encloud with vice their Uirtues sunn
That selfe thick-foggye course their peeres will runn
Jf I doe murther, they doe murther too
What waie J goe, that waie your banks must goe
Else gratious Prince your lawe giues waye and place
To such as are, or are not in your grace.
Else greate ones open maie your mercyes doore
Sucking the fatt from men but meanlie poore
Iniustly wronging poore-poore vnderlings
Far fowler ects within themselues they nurrish
And consciensles the vildest dambd things cherrish
But soe it should not be my souraigne King
For from a Kingdoms lawes cleere christ all spring
Alike all streames should runn: I eu'ry where
That should spoute water vncorruptlie cleare
Let it doe soe my Prince: let poore mans cryme
Be iudgd like theires: w' are made of self-like slime
All kings are earthlie gods; therefore should Kings
Jn an impartiall ballance weigh all thinges
The iustest iudge doth soe; and soe should you
Like that corruptles iudg in all pointes doe.
I freelie speake; the cause I speake soe free
Is' cause at first great Prince you licensd mee.
J haue accusd, but not excusd; for still
My faults not lessond for anothers ill.
Therefore my Prince to this my pleadings tend
You'l quitt my fault, and Jle my fault amend.
The Prince well listning to th'appeaching Owle
Turnes to the hawkes, on whom with wrathfull scowl
He fixt his eyes. Quoth he, speake is it true
My nobles which this owle reports of you?
Jn guiltles bloud haue you embrud your hands?
T'is monstrous vilde! why your the propps of lands
The steres-men to your Prince: by you hees lede
By whom but you should he be counselled?
Your heades should conduicts be: cleare cristall springs
From which should powre al wholsom virtuous things
From your braines fountaines such pure streames should flowe
As by that moysture things should florishing growe,
Wherefore enact J lawe: with your consent?
J thinke so punish vice was our intent:
Will you that are parte-makers of the lawe
Be breakers of it first? How then in awe
Shall J my subiects haue? why when they se
You drown'd in vice they 'le deeme the like of me
Disgracefullie then this they will report
Of virtuous men theres such a famin grown
As scarcelie one about the Court is knowne
By you shall I growe to loathd infamie
And iudgd the nurse of fowle-fell tyranny
And therfore nobles yf your free and cleare
From these dambd haynos crimes, makt now appeare.
Silence being made, the guiltie nobles
Seing themselues to growe to dangrous trobles
Thus (despratly) replies: oh King quoth they
J hope vnto our murthers youl giue waie
Yf we make spoile and other birds vndoe
We take the xsample souraign Prince from you
We nerest Princes Jmitate them still
We be the emblems of your good or Jll
Yf you slaie, we slaie; yf you saue, we saue
All Kings about them manie shadowes haue:
For this our fault we seeke not make excuse
Cause from your selfe sprang firste this faults abuse
And therefore King yf you'l haue subiects awe
You must not onelie make but keep your lawe.
This peremptorye aunswere so incenst
His maiestie as twene them wars comenst
But while as they were soe at Civill strife
The Owle that malefactour saues hir life
She being loose awaie from keeper scudds
Lusking from sight all daie in thickest woods
But eu'ry night about the outlawe flies
Joying hir escape; wo ho ho she cryes.
FINIS.
W.G.
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