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Scena. 6.
Sixe prisoners bounde with cordes, Two Hacksters, one VVoman, one lyke a Giptian, the rest poore Roges, a Preacher, with other Offycers.They sing.
With harte and voyce to thee O Lorde,
At latter gaspe, for grace we crie:
Vnto our sutes, good God accorde,
VVhich thus appeale, to thy mercie.
Which vnto thee, our sinnes confesse:
Forsake vs not, in this distresse,
VVhich vnto thee, our sinnes confesse.
Hac.
Al sorts of men beware by vs, whom presēt death assaults,
Looke in your conscience what you find, & sorow for your faults:
Example take by our fresh harmes, see here the fruites of pride,
I for my part deserued death, long ere my theft was spide.
O careles youth, lead, lead awrie, with euerie pleasing toy,
Note well my words, they are of woorth, ye cause though my annoy.
Shun to be pranckt, in peacocks plumes, for gaze which only are,
Hate, hate, the dyce, euen as the diuell, of wanton Dames beware:
These, these, wer they, yt suckt my welth, what folowed thē in need?
I was intist by lawles men, on theeuish spoyles to feede.
And nusled once in wicked deedes, I feard not to offende,
From bad, to worse, and worst I fell, I would at leysure mende.
But oh presuming ouer much, styll to escape in hope,
My faultes were found, and I adiudgde, to totter in a rope:
To which I go with these my mates, likewise for breach of lawes,
For murder some, for theeuerie some, and some for litle cause.
Second. Hackster.
Beware deere frends of quarelling, thirst spoile of no mās breath
Blood, axeth blood, I sheeding blood, vntimelie catch: my death.
Looke in your conscience what you find, & sorow for your faults:
Example take by our fresh harmes, see here the fruites of pride,
I for my part deserued death, long ere my theft was spide.
O careles youth, lead, lead awrie, with euerie pleasing toy,
Note well my words, they are of woorth, ye cause though my annoy.
Shun to be pranckt, in peacocks plumes, for gaze which only are,
Hate, hate, the dyce, euen as the diuell, of wanton Dames beware:
These, these, wer they, yt suckt my welth, what folowed thē in need?
I was intist by lawles men, on theeuish spoyles to feede.
And nusled once in wicked deedes, I feard not to offende,
From bad, to worse, and worst I fell, I would at leysure mende.
But oh presuming ouer much, styll to escape in hope,
My faultes were found, and I adiudgde, to totter in a rope:
To which I go with these my mates, likewise for breach of lawes,
For murder some, for theeuerie some, and some for litle cause.
Second. Hackster.
Beware deere frends of quarelling, thirst spoile of no mās breath
Blood, axeth blood, I sheeding blood, vntimelie catch: my death.
A woman.VVo.
Maides & women, shun pride, & sloth, the rootes of euery vice,
My death ere lōg, wil shew their ends, God graūt it make you wise.
A scoffing catchpole.Ca.
How now Giptian? All a mort knaue, for want of company?
Be trustie man, ye Hangman straight, wil reade Fortunes with thee.
The Preacher.Prea.
With this thy scoffing speach, good friend offend him not,
His faults are scorged, thine scape (perhaps) that do deserue his lot?
A poore Roge.Rog.
Iesus saue me, I am cast, for a purse with three halfepence.
A churlish officer.Of.
Dispatch prating knaue, and be hangd, yt we were iogging hēce.
They leysurablie depart synging. The Preacher whispering some one or other of the Prisoners styll in the eare.
Our secrete thoughts, thou Christ dost knowe,
They sing.
VVhome the worlde, doth hate in thrall.
Yet hope we that, thou wilt not soe,
On whome alone, we thus do call.
Forsake vs not, in this distresse,
VVhich vnto thee, our sinnes confesse,
Forsake vs not, &c.
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