 | The Faery Pastorall or Forrest of Elues |  |
ACT II
SCEN 1.
The Direction.Here they sat all on the Fourme of Turues, Sir Dauid walking with a Neast of Throssells in his hand held. Brown Sapho sowing in a Samplar by them.
Sir Dauid Salomon Schoole Boyes 3 Brown Sapho.
Dau.
Sequimini, follow your Masters steps, The Bell is for
the Runner, the whetstone for the lyar, a Rod for a naughty
Boy, And the Birds be for him best sayeth his Leçon. Obnubilate
your Temples, the Plague lyeth in Phœbus his shafts,
Juniperi granis vmbra nocente et frugibus vmbræ, So ordine
quisq. suo, Come, say, Manasseth the Petit begin. Tibia dulce
canit volucrem dum decipit Auceps.
School 1.
Tib.
Dau.
Doe not think so much on Tib.
Foole.
Bia you
Rogue.
Saph.)
My sister would haue had thee by the face if She had
heard thee Asse.
1.
Tibia dulce canit.
Dau.
Now thou Pipest right, construe and peirce mee this
worde canit.
1.
Cano Canis A Dog.
Dau.
Isse? Heardst not? thy Fellowes hissed thee? Nit you
lowzie Rascall, Nit
1.
Nit, you lowzie Rascall.
Decline mee the worde (Canit) and that roundly too,
I reade you.
1.
Ka.
Dau.
Quod satis est sufficit.
1.
Volu 'crem
Dau.
Volucrem or Volu'crem, yet in this Place I do hold you
must say volúcrem not volucrem, and of same opinion was Cato
Senior the authour of this Booke, As also by his number it will
most euidently appeare so vnto you, you shall see els. Tibia
dulce canit volúcrem dum decipit Auceps.
School 2.
Mictum.
Dau.
Accelerate, Nec Mictum retine nec Comprime fortiter
Anum.
Sal.
Sir, does not the Tayle of that verse say to you, you
must not enter your croane too stiff? Sir.
Dau.
A Pretie demaund it is. Yet for these Two yeares do
you embrace Taciturnitie, Sirrha. It is so, Forward.
1.
Auceps.
Dau.
Thinkest to deceiue mee with a Dumbe Decipit? But
Forward, No difficultie now a dayes I do find in the Decipies,
Sirrha; How English you Auceps in our Faery Toung? Sirrha.
1.
A Fowler.
Dau.
Fowle haire verily hast thou. Get thee euen into the
Tonstrine, There is a groate for thee, And Amputate mee there
away thy lockes. Away be gone. You in the Gally-Gascoines
there, Come on your way I beseech you, say your Leçon. Begin
I saye.
Schoole 3.
Sacerdosiens ad Nuptius inuenit Pyrorum struem.
Dau.
Ausculta. First be it known to you before that you
this Lecture, I shall expound vnto you the whole circumstance
of the Fable by a kind of Paraphrasis as you shall conceiue mee.
For so shall you be better able, as I sayd to you, drayne inwardly
in into you the whole Pith or substantiall liquititie of
the Matter, hereafter. A certaine Parish Priest bidden furth
to a Rich man's wedding found by chaunce in his way a heape of
Peares, and the which he, in high disdaine of them, drewe furth
his whatchicall.
3.
What is a whatchicall? Præceptor.
Dau.
That you shall know the better, Sirrha, by your own
Experience of him in tyme to come, And pist vpon them.
3.
Oh ho.
Dau.
Saying, what neede I tast these Peares? when at wedding
I shall so farce my belly with christmas Pyes and venaison
Pastyes I shall neuer repent mee there for my doing so here.
Well, to proceede, when he was come to this Rich Mans howse
(For as much as you must suppose the night before he had ouer
watcht him at Mawe) He found dinner done and past before he
came, So that of necessity hauing now the whole mends in his
hands, what might this Parish Priest now done in the case
mought you Sir suppose? Mary, in a pelting chafe returning
now home, empty and hungry as he was, Antiquæ venit Canis
odossu cænæ, He was glad for to eate of those Peares, which
he had before so adspersed with the aiger Sawce of his vrine,
And gaue the Lord God of Heauen most hearty Thanks for
them. Goe, get you mee this by hearte Sirrha, And bring you
mee it by to-morrow morning transcribed word for worde and
in his own Latin Toung too furth its own Originall latine Coppie
r Acham sayes) I do promise you trewe. Away be gone.
3.
Etiam Præceptor.
Dau.
Now come on, M
r Salomon, come on your wayes (you
be a graue Philosopher M
r Salomon) Come, Now after this
Scuruie geare let vs but tast one Bolle of your wisdome. Sir,
Eloquere.
Sal.
Quamquam te, Marie fili, Annum iam audientum Cratippum,
Idq; Athenis abundare oportet præceptis Institutisq;
Philosophiæ propter summam Doctoris Autoritatem et vrbis,
quorum Alter te scientia augere potest, Altera et cæt.
Dau.
Hoa, Bung vp your voices I beseech you all, For I do
heare some comming toward vs, who be no Peripatiticks I may
well perceiue them by their Treadings, Bung vp, I saye.
Saph.
Your treadings be as you would treade vpon Egges
feare least you breake them, Sir.
Dau.
And loe they be all vpon vs now. Bung vp, I say.
SCEN 2.
Atys Hylas Christophel Dauid Salomon Brown Sapho.At.
Salue, Domine, Salue.
Dau.
I do replye your Saluie Salutations vpon you all, Sirs.
At.
Your Saluie Resalutation stinketh most putrifyedly, Sir.
Christ.
Fye, Sir Dauid, you that be a Faery.
Saph.
A Faire eye he is trewly.
Christ.
And haue the bringing vp of the Elues of the Forrest
in Roguery.
Dau.
Sir?
You would prophane so faire a daye?
Syl.
He is a Justice of Peace, I must tell you trewe.
Saph.
Myne a Knaue is I must tell you trewe.
Dau.
I do beseech your worship you would but obliterate the
Error.
Christ.
Fright them away for shame.
Dau.
They be shameles and graceles Impes Perdy.
Saph.
Not so shameles yet, as is our own good Master, I troe.
Christ.
Send them away with a whip.
Dau.
Auaunt, you Tits, that you looke mee not in the face to
day.
Christ.
Be it a Fat Remedy too wee all do beseech.
Dau.
Be it so also. Goe, Hold you the Birds my Boyes and
pack. You Salomon, onely you, See you but reserue the drippings
of his talk 'gainst soone.
Sal.
Etiam.
Christ.
Whats that Salomon?
Dau.
A Philosopher he is.
Christ.
A Philosopher without a Beard? Sir.
Dau.
Philosophers weare no Excrements certainly.
Christ.
Haue you no Merdes in your Bellyes?
Dau.
Some and shall lyke you wee haue, but do cast them
into a ditch all.
Christ.
So does my Bitch.
At.
Has given him a Twitch.
Dau.
I you beseech.
Christ.
Your reading will testifye who you be. What's that
the Book you haue in your hand there?
Dau.
Scipioes Comædyes.
Scipioes Comædyes? Be you blind. Sir? Is not
this plaine Terence? Sir.
Dau.
Shall I haue Permittance? Shall I haue breath?
Christ.
Take to thee thy wind, I do freely giue thee it.
Dau.
Terence fatherd, Scipio begat them.
Christ.
Who would haue taken the Puritaine for a Playmaker?
At.
Rather who would haue thought the other had beene a
Theife.
Dau.
He could not haue been a Barbarian and haue vttered
that vrbanitie certes.
Christ.
I haue a Commission for the Examining your whoore,
Therefore see you not stir.
Dau.
With Part of my Soale and her whole stomacher
withall to boote.
At.
Calfe, wilt suffer him kiss her in thy Presence? He is no
Justice, Asse.
Dau.
No?
At.
No.
Dau.
Lips off, Sycophant, For same she is no Lettuce.
Christ.
What other Sport haue wee? passe the afternoone?
Hau.
Hyl.
Nay, he is a Justice, I must tell you. My Fellow spake
but to the contrary, but for your better Edification of the man.
Dau.
Some Innocent Sport, I beseech you, Sir.
Christ.
Saye.
At.
Plucking Roses?
Christ.
The Rose will prick you.
Hyl.
Riding a wyld Mare?
The Mare will kick you.
At.
Picking sloes?
Christ.
The sloe will sick you.
Hyl.
Catching Bees?
Christ.
The Bees will stick you.
At.
Hunting the Squirrill?
Christ.
A Squirrill, A Squirrill, whir
Dau.
A Squirrill be it la.
Christ.
Now for our companie? say.
At.
You, he and I, Brown Sapho his whoore and Salomon
his Boye, Fiue as I see, Sir.
Christ.
Wee be Just and Jumpe euen all, as Jenkin Jermin
his lips, I see.
Hyl.
Wee be not so yet Sir, by your leaue, For wee be, loe,
six of vs in all, Sir, Jumpe and euen as you say.
Dau.
Atys most trewly hath collected, for I do repute myself
but a shadowe to the man.
Christ.
A speciall wise man he is. Faire Damsell, will you
fall into league with vs? saye.
At.
He would haue her fall into legges with him.
Saph.
Sapho is ready for any seruice, Be it but to beate the
drum whilest that you other on foote do set the game.
Hyl.
I know what will become of you before night by your
Nose, Dame.
Dau.
Beware a superficiall eye, long as you liue, Boy.
At.
M
r Justice, when sett wee forward?
Christ.
Now, Sirs.
Dau.
Festina lente, Suluicolæ præeante et rustica Numina
Fauni.
A Song, before wee part, Sir, yet.
Christ.
With my whole Hearte, to boote, my Heartes, Selah,
Mad Gentlemen all, Selah Hoa.
The Second Song.
1.
On a day,On a way,
Diana met with Cupid,
Doe you see,
Nymphes, sayd she,
Feirce Loue goes yonder blindid.
2.
Take the Ape,Or he Scape,
And bind him sure in fetters.
Hold a groate,
Hee'l be taught,
To meddle with his betters.
3.
Instantly,Him they tye,
And breecht him sound with Rishes
Pardon mee,
Ah sayd hee,
I'll neuer wound your Goddisse.
4.
Hauing sworne,Hereupon,
The God the Nymphes vnbindid,
Diana,
Since that day
Was neuer shot by Cupid.
SCEN 3.
Florida Learchus.Flo.
Learchus, shall I neuer be exempt?
Of thy Impor'nate suite, But lyke a Boate
Compact of ioined Junks and Indian reede
Tosse eury way with tempest of thy Plaint?
Lear.
And why? my dearest Florida, and why?
More diligent the Haulk not beene to watch
His Praye, then I haue beene to watch a Tyme
To recapitulate and to bring
Ingathered accounts vnto thy censure
Th'Infinity of my suite, And, Florida,
Yet no Recompense I may perceiue spring
From well-heade of my hope, Then Sweet my deare,
I charge thee by the Gods and Men thou wouldst but
Or set on shoare, or cast mee off to Sea now.
Flo.
Then thinkest thou, Learchus, to obteyne
Or Loue or fauour at my hand and come
with that Hostilitye vpon our soyle?
Sooner shall the Motors of the Sphæres retort
will yeild the gemme of her virginity
vnto the Pleasure of a loathed Foe.
Lear.
Madame, I do confesse wee haue beene bold
T'haue come by vertue of Commission
Vpon your Park and on your Pastourage,
But how vnwilling, and with what Hearte-breake
Learchus went with them in companie
These euerlasting lampes of Heauen do know.
Flo.
It is an Antique Sawe, you may not force
The Horse to raugh, vnles he please, his draught
Nor a Camell loade with Indian drugges
Opprest to rise lesse you ease him of the loade,
And you, who might haue forced you thus to come
With Runnegates vpon our soyle and haue
Such propper stumps to beare your Trunk away.
And therefore, Faery, take you this for Paye,
The Gander caught with other Fowles of Praye
Made vp for companie the Fowlers Praye.
Lear.
O bitter sop vnto a woe-begone,
O sowrest Pill of Tart Acrimonye,
O all the Scummes of Magick Tempraments,
If that the world were saught and I were he
Inioind by Cytheræaes doome to search
A Perfect butcher for an Amourist,
For the whole vast of this circumference
I would not moue one Jote I sweare from hence.
Flo.
I see I shall neuer be rid of thee,
But thus still to be torment with thy suite.
Who's he? that sees a gallant Soule in th'Aire,
But would desire to heare him speake. Who's he?
That knowes a pretious cup I weene but would
Be glad therein to dip? Who's he? that spies
A gentle Doue in compasse of his yarde
And would not 'tice him in? Then, Florida,
Certes, since this thou beest and more then this
Why should I not entreate thee with a kisse?
Flo.
If force? what Remedye. Then know, Learchus
Hypsiphyle holdeth so strick a watch
Ouer mee and ouer my Sisters, That
Now there is no place to fullfill thy wish,
Then, sweet Learchus, staye till th'Elues be gone
To rest, And then—
Lear.
Nay but now sweet Florida.
Flo.
Now? Sir. The Sun, loe, beates vpon our crowns,
Th'Adders peere about the grasse, The Noon-tyde
Arrowe flyes, And all things els conspire
To Thwart and crosse your heddy enterprise.
Lear.
If all the world were saught, and all things
In him conteynd were vp to hinder mee
I would not let but venture as I may.
Flo.
Come on your way, neede will driue the Toughest
Cart I see. But behold the Bushes moue
My Lady is at hand, For gods sake, Sir,
Hide you in this well and preuent the worst.
Lear.
Say you? my Lady is at hand?
Flo.
Beleeue
It, she will take vs in the Fact.
Lear.
oh oh,
Oh then thourough Fyre and Flood to ease thee.
Flo.
I'll in and see, and turne to you againe.
Vpon so sure a vowe loe down I goe.
Flo.
I thank you, Sir, Hurt not your self I praye
So coldly rest you there till I release you.
Now, Florida, aduaunce thy victor steede
And with a Magnanimity resembling
That quondam Roman Ostager
Breake through this Tyde of Importunity.
For was it not my virgin Doue? Gainst which
Bending as many darts as whilom forct
Greate Regulus against the Beast of Tyre
He aymed at with that alacrity?
Wast not that wax? Far chaster than ones Mouth,
Of my virginitye? he thought t'haue stampt
His seale vpon and so t'haue borne the Floure
Of mee by Priuiledge of the Charter?
Then Prayse to Joue, and to that virgin Queene
Dread Mistris of our woodes, For they not beene,
For all those Nurtures of thy tender youth,
For all th'Examples of thy God-lyke Peeres,
The vipers treates had shakt thy Constancy,
And therefore vowe vnto their shrynes aduaunce
Of armed Maydes, a Deede of waxen Brond
From hand to hand, withall a Compitall,
As a Thank-offer for my deliu'rye.
For now I shall vnto my Sisters vaunt it
My Loue did brush vp his Mustach and want it.
But, Florida, stint thy strife, the day growes old,
And weary Phæbus turnes his Teeme now home.
Thou must make here the vauntlay to the Deere
So keepe him from the Brooke he do not proffer.
So, Learchus, I bid you now Adieu,
And therwith mee do recommend to you.
SCEN 4.
Picus Camilla.Pic.
Staye, my Camilla, Albeit thou beest so
Eger on the Deere, Staye, and lend an eare
Vnto a Misers case
Cam.
Away, I say,
The vauntlay is already layne and I
Must be at downfall of the Deere, Away,
And let not light Camilla of her way.
Pic.
The game is not so Scant in Elue and Scarce
But that thou mayst strike hundreth Harts yet
Before the western Sun, But for the Hearte
Of Picus ner'e againe his lyke
Cam.
Stand off,
Or I will hit thee with my bowe
Pic.
The Bowe
Of Dian neuer went with half that force
Into the Numbles of a wounded Deere
As thyne, Camilla, to the Hearte of Picus.
Cam.
Wouldst haue mee do?
Pic.
As from thy eyes thou lentst
The sore, wouldst thy self t'apply the Cauter.
Then lyke Telephus of Myse to resound
One speare gaue the Salue one speare gaue the wound.
Cam.
Picus, The darts Camillas eyes do hurle
Be euer Pestilent vnto that Man
According what reason or consequence
Should they lyke Telephus or still or kill?
Pic.
The Flyes, they say Cantharides euen as
Within their corps circumference they beare
A deadly Poyson, so do they carry
A Cordiall Medcine in their wing, A Fish
Sea Pastinaca hight, as good he is
For wholesome Nourishment of man, so
In closet of his Tayle he conteyneth
A dire and mortall sting, Then why, Camilla,
As from thy eyes thou dartest scalding Bolts
Hable to make fell Tyraunts hide their heds,
From some where els thou shouldest not deliuer
An equall sluce of waues to quench the same!
Cam.
Lou'st mee, Picus, and thou sayst? say
Pic.
Madame,
By this eternall Beame I vowe I do
And none besyde, in Eluida, but you.
Cam.
Then Seruaunt (For so now I will call you)
Doe but include in hollowe of this oake,
And when I haue blowne to the Deere his death
(For so my Lady chargd on her displeasure)
I will returne
Pic.
I do obeye
Cam.
Then Come.
Pic.
Camilla, Camilla, my Camilla.
Cam.
What makes my seruaunt with that vehence
To recall his Camilla so
Pic.
Thou hast
Inclosed mee, o Camilla, among
A Sort of Bees, whose merciles stings do prick
Mee to the quick
Cam.
Alas deare Hearte,
Pic.
And with
Within myne eares.
Cam.
O sillie mee begone.
Pic.
Camilla, I do feele the Pangues of death.
Cam.
Speake no more
Pic.
Shift mee some where els
Cam.
Alas
I can not, yet if my Teares may serue to
Alay the Rigour of thy smart Behold
Them shed abundantly
Pic.
Reach mee a bough
I may abate their Furyes at the least.
Cam.
I must away, Behold the Deere at Bea,
And the whole crewe of Huntresses all, with
wind of Horne, do now come in to the Fall,
I must away, or I shall be shent sure.
So sweet, deare Lord Picus, my life, my ioye,
Tarry you there but till I come to you.
Pic.
Ha, now I see thou art deluded, Pice,
Camilla, Camilla, why Camilla?
Ha, gone? And I left in misery here?
Then Picus burst thou these fetterd Bands off
Of thy Affliction and with the Tyde
Of the Extremity beare thou now down
The strong opposed Bulwark of thy woe.
O Tyde of woe, o stall of wretchednes,
O Pill of Rewe, o Cup of Agonie,
O greife, o Pangue, o dire Calamity.
See these malicious Elues by God create
For pleasant sustenance of man do fix,
Lyke vnto a Band of eger Myrmidous,
Their biting speares in furrowes of my Flesh,
With Idle windings and with wanton Beas
Do wast vpon my partched lips their Tyme
Till they haue consumed their whole Thyme
As is to be seene in this point of Tyme,
And therefore in reuenge loe of the losse
Vpon you all you cursed womankind
In Bitternes and in the Spite of Gall
With Tyde belcht vp from botome of my hearte
I shed the copious venoume of my curse.
You race Imperfect, you Sinks of villany,
You Caterpillers, vipers and Scums of men,
Tyrants, Channells, I weene you were create
Vnto the woe of man, For had I beene
So wise as to haue known my suite had beene
An empty bladder chased with the wind,
Rather a barren sand that Fooles do till
I had Fore now your Treachery preuent,
But, o, the Phrygian's neuer wise but late,
And it may Picus set a seale vnto.
Then since no Remedy there is to wreake
On their heads auengment fairly expect thou
The mercy of the Gods, els to finish
In horrid paine and Anguish of thy doome
Within this Tortring shop thy Martyrdome.
SCEN 5.
The Direction.Hippolon Running in on winding of Hornes from seurall places of the Forrest shoued off with his shoulder the Pin wherewith the oake was shute, Then fell down himself wearied to Death, And Picus came furth the oake.
Hippolon alone.
Hipp.
How? here? and here? here? and eury where?
Oh Jupiter.
SCEN 6.
Picus Hippolon.Pic.
Hippolon? man, what aylst?
Hipp.
Oh Lord. But first fetch mee one draught, deare Picus,
From the well, after I will tell the all.
Pic.
I goe, my Thirst requireth it as yours
O the infernall Goddesse of the deepe,
My Lord Learchus? Tell vs, Man, who hath
Degenerated you with water thus?
SCEN 7.
Learchus Picus Hippolon.Lear.
You? who hath put thee in that picle? Say.
Pic.
My Lady hath, But you?
Lear.
And myne
Pic.
Behold
Requireth water of Releife Also.
Lear.
The Platforme is a Platforme Tripartite,
But leade mee to the Man.
Pic.
Loe there he lyes.
Lear.
Hippolon, what cheare?
Hipp.
Lyke to a Man forgone.
Pic.
Sirrha, here, loe, take one draught and refresh thee.
Hipp.
Picus, I thank thee.
Pic.
How dost now? say.
Hipp.
Now
But place mee on thee Turues I will relate
You all my storye.
Lear.
Saye on, wee do heare.
Hipp.
[lying all along.]
Scarce had with mounting steedes the Fyrie Sun
The Top of Mount Meridian attaynd
When in a goodly Thicket with Rowes sett
Of verdaunt Elmes and lofty Cedar Trees
I tooke by wondrous Fortune and chaunce
My Lady Fancia lowe layd on Turff,
I hent her fast and would haue obteynd there
My longed Fruite, Nay, quoth she, that's no Playe,
I meant it at the first, But, loe, not Farr
Does rest Hypsiphyle among the Elmes
To take refreshment of the day, Then where
Thou hearst my Horne aduaunce and not delay
For in this place I may no longer stay;
I let her goe, eftsoones I hearde her Horne
To Ring vnto her straggling Hound a Call,
I forct my speede to East, the Horne was west,
I bent my force to west, the Horne was East,
If to the South the wind was North, so that
To contrary Places by forcing mee
I haue, behold, vndone myself well nie.
Lear.
But was this done with willingnes? say you.
Hipp.
As willingly I deeme as ere I lou'd her.
Lear.
Hippolon, now rest vntill that I reade
For so loath action its worthy Creede,
For to vs they haue serud the lyke deede,
You broode of vipers, you Sects of Falsitye,
You howse of horrors, you pits of crueltye,
You gulphs and Sinks, you Hells, how shall I lay
Just tearmes to compasse in the wall of your
Defects? or where shall I fitt weedes gather
To stick you with? For, women, had you none?
To schoole with rods of your deceit but them?
That were so plaine in louing you? But them?
That did alway seeke your honour? If All
That be conteynd in this circumference
Were saught to Ferret lyke Three deuices
The Azurde armes would not enfold their match
In all its Points, I washt, he stung, This Tyrde,
Yet tis no wonder certes, For if this Sexe
Were Anathomised you should find
Within the hollowes of their Breasts to lurk
Such falsity, Lyes, and Peruersity,
Such Rancour, Malice, and Enenmitye,
Such Filth and such Corruption,
That Momus who glazed man would here
Haue peirced thourough eury Tripe and gut,
Thourough the Hearte, the vena Caua,
Through eury vaine and eury Arterye,
Pic.
Through all the Nerues, the Sinewes and the Muscles,
The Lungs, the Panch, the Midriff and the Bladder,
Into the Apple and in the chrystalline,
The Breast Plate and the rigid weasan-pipe,
The Phantazie and the cheast of Memory,
Common sence, occiput and Synciput.
Lear.
He would haue beaten their boanes to splinters,
He would haue pounded those splinters to Bran,
He would haue bolted this Bran to meale,
He would haue mixt this Meale with drops,
He would haue Kneade these drops to stiffning Dough,
He would haue bakt Splinter, Bran, Meale, Drops, Dough,
In one consent, In Jawe, of Scortching oue
Both.
To wrest with neere regard and carefull heede
That humour furth and calcind Quintessence
Of their Infirmity.
Hipp.
I doe see, Sirs,
By sequell of your Tales, as yours to you
Haue guerdoned your labours with a Blank
So Fancia, to mee hath playd her Prank.
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Hippolon, trewe, withall do require now
To wreake our vengeance as the Facts require.
Hipp.
The splendour of my Loue that whylom was
Immaculate as be the Swannes on Poe
Vpon your foule reportes is turnd a Crowe,
Wherefore, Faeryes, deuise you any Thing
What is your Plot? I pray.
Lear.
That's not yet deuisd,
Yet for a Tast know you, my Lord, I'll walk
In lykenes of the Keeper Christophel;
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I'll Alter kind and in Brown Sapho dwell.
Hipp.
I haue my Plot and Dauid shape for me.
Lear.
Each one into the Furrs, For there they be.
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Then come your wayes all, Lets seeke them furth all.
Hipp.
Oh. you must beare mee you, For so my Joints
Be now benumbd I may not moue one point.
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Heaue, Learchus.
The Direction.
Here they bore him furth on their shoulders after the old manner of the Matachine on all Fowre with more companie for the cleanlyer Portage, Then mounted he sayd these wordes following.
Hipp.
With Fæminines to Temper,
O what a greife it is, o what a Temper.
Here they knockt vp the Consort.
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