An excellent new Commedie, Intituled : The Conflict of Conscience Contayninge, A most lamentable example, of the dolefull desperation of a miserable worldlinge, termed, by the name of Philologvs, who forsooke the trueth of Gods Gospel, for feare of the losse of lyfe, & wordly goods |
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Acte sixe
Sceane last.
NVNTIVS.
Oh
dolefull newes, which I report, and bring into your eares,
Philologus by deepe dispaire hath hanged himselfe with coard,
His Wife for dolor and distresse, her yellow haire she teares,
His Children sigh and weepe for griefe, lyfe is of them abhorde:
But in this man we may descrie, the iudgements of the Lord:
Who though he spare his rod awhile, in hope we will amende,
If we persist in wickednesse, he plagues vs in the ende.
Philologus by deepe dispaire hath hanged himselfe with coard,
His Wife for dolor and distresse, her yellow haire she teares,
His Children sigh and weepe for griefe, lyfe is of them abhorde:
But in this man we may descrie, the iudgements of the Lord:
Who though he spare his rod awhile, in hope we will amende,
If we persist in wickednesse, he plagues vs in the ende.
These thirty weekes Philologus, hath had afflicted mynde,
All which time, he would take no meate, but that against his wyll,
A certaine man of courage stout, his handes with coards did bynde:
And with a fether, or a spoone, his mouth with broth did fill,
Hee with his power laboring, the same, on ground to spill:
He did auoide no maner thing, no sleepe he could attaine.
And his owne hand, now at the last, hath wrought his endles paine.
All which time, he would take no meate, but that against his wyll,
A certaine man of courage stout, his handes with coards did bynde:
And with a fether, or a spoone, his mouth with broth did fill,
Hee with his power laboring, the same, on ground to spill:
He did auoide no maner thing, no sleepe he could attaine.
And his owne hand, now at the last, hath wrought his endles paine.
FINIS.
N. W.
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