A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 36 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.71 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Give truce to prayers, when times require no truce▪ No Prince's no. Let all our subjects hie Unto our temples, where on humbled knees, I will expect some mercy from above. This is the day wherein the Lord hath said That Niniveh shall quite be overthrown. This is the day of horror and mishap, Fatal unto the cursed Ninivites. These stately Towers shall in thy watery bounds, Swift flowing Licas find their burials, These palaces the pride of Assurs kings, Shall be the bowers of desolation, Where as the solitary bird shall sing, And tigers train their young ones to their nest. O all ye nations bounded by the West, Ye happy Isles where Prophets do abound, Ye Cities famous in the western world, Make Niniveh a precedent for you. Leave lewd desires, leave covetous delights. Fly usury, let whoredom be exiled, Lest you with Niniveh be overthrown. Lo how the suns inflamed torch prevails, Scorching the parched furrows of the earth. Here will I sit me down and fix mine eye Upon the ruins of you wretched town, And lo a pleasant shade, a spreading vine, To shelter Ionas in this sunny heat, What means my God, the day is done and spent. Lord shall my Prophecy be brought to nought? When falls the fire? when will the judge be wroth? I pray thee Lord remember what I said, When I was yet within my country land, Iehouah is too merciful I fear. O let me fly before a Prophet fault, For thou art merciful the Lord my God, Full of compassion and of sufferance, And dost repent in taking punishment. Why stays thy hand? O Lord first take my life, Before my prophesy be brought to noughts. Ah he is wroth, behold the gladsome vine That did defend me from the sunny heat, Is withered quite, and swallowed by a Serpent. Now furious Phlegon triumphs on my brows, And heat prevails, and I am faint in heart. Art thou so angry Ionas? tell me why? Iehouah I with burning heat am plunged, And shadowed only by a silly vine, Behold a Serpent hath devoured it? And lo the sun incensed by Eastern wind, Afflicts me with Cariculer aspect, Would God that I might die, for well I wots, TTwere better I were dead, then rest alive. Ionas art thou so angry for the vine? Yea I am angry to the death my God. Thou hast compassion Ionas on a vine, On which thou never labour didst bestow, Thou never gavest it life or power to grow, But suddenly it sprung, and suddenly died. And should not I have great compassion On Niniveh the City of the world, Wherein there are a hundred thousand souls, And twenty thousand infants that ne wots The right hand from the left, beside much cattle. Oh Ionas, look into their Temples now, And see the true contrition of their King: The subjects tears, the sinners true remorse. Then from the Lord proclaim a mercy day, For he is pitiful as he is just.
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Giue truce to praiers, when times require no truce▪ No Princes no. Let all our subiects hie Unto our temples, where on humbled knées, I will exspect some mercy from aboue. This is the day wherein the Lord hath said That Niniuie shall quite be ouerthrowne. This is the day of horror and mishap, Fatall vnto the cursed Niniuites. These stately Towers shall in thy watery bounds, Swift flowing Licas find their burials, These pallaces the pride of Assurs kings, Shall be the bowers of desolation, Where as the sollitary bird shall sing, And Tygers traine their yoong ones to their nest. O all ye nations bounded by the West, Ye happie Iles where Prophets do abound, Ye Cities famous in the westerne world, Make Niniuie a president for you. Leaue leaud desires, leaue couetous delights. Flie vsurie, let whoredome be exilde, Least you with Niniuie be ouerthrowne. Loe how the sunnes inflamed torch preuailes, Scorching the parched furrowes of the earth. Here will I sit me downe and fixe mine eye Upon the ruines of you wretched towne, And lo a pleasant shade, a spreading vine, To shelter Ionas in this sunny heate, What meanes my God, the day is done and spent. Lord shall my Prophecie be brought to nought? When falles the fire? when will the iudge be wroth? I pray thée Lord remember what I said, When I was yet within my country land, Iehouah is too mercifull I feare. O let me flie before a Prophet fault, For thou art mercifull the Lord my God, Full of compassion and of sufferance, And doest repent in taking punishment. Why staies thy hand? O Lord first take my life, Before my Prophesie be brought to noughts. Ah he is wroth, behold the gladsome vine That did defend me from the sunny heate, Is withered quite, and swallowed by a Serpent. Now furious Phlegon triumphs on my browes, And heate preuailes, and I am faint in heart. Art thou so angry Ionas? tell me why? Iehouah I with burning heate am plungde, And shadowed only by a silly vine, Behold a Serpent hath deuoured it? And lo the sunne incenst by Easterne winde, Afflicts me with Cariculer aspect, Would God that I might die, for well I wot, Twere better I were dead, then rest aliue. Ionas art thou so angry for the vine? Yea I am angry to the death my God. Thou hast compassion Ionas on a vine, On which thou neuer labour didst bestow, Thou neuer gauest it life or power to grow, But sodeinly it sprung, and sodeinly dide. And should not I haue great compassion On Niniuie the Citie of the world, Wherein there are a hundred thousand soules, And twentie thousand infants that ne wot The right hand from the left, beside much cattle. Oh Ionas, looke into their Temples now, And sée the true contrition of their King: The subiects teares, the sinners true remorse. Then from the Lord proclaime a mercie day, For he is pitifull as he is iust.