The Court of Conscience or Dick Whippers Sessions With the order of his arraigning and punishing of many notorious, dissembling, wicked, and vitious liuers in this age. By Richard West |
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Panders & Apple-squires. |
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Panders & Apple-squires.
Gentlemen Seruiters, and the chiefe reteiners,
To old Meg Curtis, and her bawdie tennants,
Mall Cleuelyes pages, though but little gainers,
For in a conscience you become their seruants,
Onely to haue your bawdrie of free-cost,
Y'ar good-man of the house, y'ar cald mine host.
To old Meg Curtis, and her bawdie tennants,
Mall Cleuelyes pages, though but little gainers,
For in a conscience you become their seruants,
Onely to haue your bawdrie of free-cost,
Y'ar good-man of the house, y'ar cald mine host.
You colour whordome in an antique shew,
Youl' walke before a whore in a blew coate,
Or liuery cloake, your sword and dagger to,
Your bootes all durty in a spotted Hatte,
She like a country-Gentlewoman wanders,
After your heeles to bawdie rascals chambers.
Youl' walke before a whore in a blew coate,
Or liuery cloake, your sword and dagger to,
Your bootes all durty in a spotted Hatte,
She like a country-Gentlewoman wanders,
After your heeles to bawdie rascals chambers.
And thus you liue vpon a whores reuersion,
Vpholding them in all their whorish doings;
'Tis good you should, why 'tis your occupation,
To entertaine their clients in their woings.
When you haue made them drunke, youl' rob them quite
Of all they haue, and turne them out at night.
Vpholding them in all their whorish doings;
'Tis good you should, why 'tis your occupation,
To entertaine their clients in their woings.
When you haue made them drunke, youl' rob them quite
Of all they haue, and turne them out at night.
O y'ar a notable and a cheting rogue,
Who'ld thinke your maple-face should haue it in you,
To rob a man and after like a Dog,
To lay him downe well neere a furlong from you,
Come you base slaue, and hold your tippet vp,
For you shall drinke though but of a drie cup.
Who'ld thinke your maple-face should haue it in you,
To rob a man and after like a Dog,
To lay him downe well neere a furlong from you,
Come you base slaue, and hold your tippet vp,
For you shall drinke though but of a drie cup.
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