Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 508 words
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He charges like a Constable; come, we are his watch: follow me? Is our Time mad? O brave mad Time. See there's the Cave, where that Hyena lurks, That counterfeits thy voice, and calls forth men To their destruction. How full of the small pox she is, what ails she to stamp thus? is the whore mad? how now? Yea do you rise before dooms day; father Time, what conduit-pipes are these, that break out of the earth thus? The conduit-heads of treason, which convey Conspiracies, scandals, & civil discord, Massacres, poisonings, wracks of faith and fealty Through Fairies hearts, to turn them into elves: See Truth, see son, the snake slips off his skin, A scholar makes a ruffian. Now must that ruffian cuff the scholar, if I were as he. And see, that shape which erst showed reverend, And wore, the outward badge of sanctity, Is clothed in garments of hypocrisy. See, see, father, he has a jack in a box: what's that? A wild beast, a mad bull, a bull that roars, To fright allegiance from true subjects bosoms; That Bull must bellow, at the Flamens gate: His gate, that tends the flocks of all those sheep, That graze in the fatst pasture of the land, Being all enclosed: that bull will on his back Bear all. Whither? whither? To hell: 'tis said to heaven That will but sit him, till with hoof or horn, He gore the anointed Fairy. Such Bulls have I seen sent out of Babylon, to run at people: I should once have rid upon one of them, but he that begged my office, broke his neck by the bargain, and saved me a labour: what's he with the sword, a master of the noble Science? A noble villain: see, he pulls down heaven With imprecations, if that blade he sheath not, In our sweet mistress breast. (villain? O rogue! what good clothes he wears, and yet is a ay, do: clap hands upon't, that poisoned glove, Shall strike thee dead to death, with the strong sent Of thy discovered treason. What's that horse-courser with the bridle? A slave, that since he dares not touch her head, Would work upon her hand:— laugh and conspire; The higher villains climb, they fall the higher. Stay father, now the Army comes forward: she takes down the flag, belike their play is done; what will she bear the colours? thou hast colour enough in thy face already, thou needst no more: did ye ever see a more lousy band? there's but two rapiers in the whole regiment: now they muster, now they double their files: mark how their hands juggle, and lay about; this is the main battle: O well flourished Ancient! the day is theirs; see, now they sound retreat: whither march they now? To death; their falls, thus Time and Truth proclaim, They shall like leaves-drop from the Tree of shame. Let's follow them. To the gallows? not I; what do we know, but this freckled face quean, may be a witch.
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He charges like a Constable; come, wee are his watch: follow me? Is our Time mad? O braue mad Time. See there's the Caue, where that Hyna lurkes, That counterfets thy voyce, and calles forth men To their destruction. How full of the small poxe shee is, what ayles shee to stamp thus? is the whore mad? how now? Yea do you rise before Doomes day; father Time, what conduit-pipes are these, that breake out of the earth thus? The conduit-heads of treason, which conuey Conspiracies, scandals, & ciuill discord, Massacres, poysonings, wrackes of faith and fealtie Through Fairies hearts, to turne them into elues: See Truth, see sonne, the snake slips off his skinne, A scholler makes a ruffian. Now must that ruffian cuffe the scholler, if I were as he. And see, that shape which earst shew'd reuerend, And woe, the outward badge of sanctitie, Is cloath'd in garments of hypocrisie. See, see, father, he ha's a iacke in a boxe: whats that? A wild beast, a mad bull, a bull that roares, To fright allegiance from true subiects bosoms; That Bull must bellow, at the Flamins gate: His gate, that tends the flockes of all those sheep, That graze in the fatst pasture of the land, Beeing all inclos'd: that bull will on his backe Beare all. Whither? whither? To hell: tis said to heauen That will but sit him, till with hoofe or horne, He goare the annointed Fairie. Such Bulls haue I seene sent out of Babylon, to runne at people: I should once haue rid vpon one of thē, but he that beg'd my office, broke his necke by the bargaine, and sau'd me a labour: whats he with the sword, a master of the noble Science? A noble villaine: see, he pulls down heauen With imprecations, if that blade he sheath not, In our sweet mistresse breast. (villaine? O rogue! what good cloathes hee weares, and yet is a I, doe: clap hands vpon't, that poysoned gloue, Shall strike thee dead to death, with the strong sent Of thy discouered treason. Whats that horse-courser with the bridle? A slaue, that since he dares not touch her head, Would worke vpon her hand:—laugh and conspire; The higher villaines climbe, they fall the higher. Stay father, now the Armie comes forward: shee takes downe the flagge, belike their play is done; what will shee beare the collours? thou hast collour enough in thy face already, thou needst no more: did ye euer see a more lowsie band? there's but two rapiers in the whole regiment: now they muster, now they double their files: marke how their hands juggle, and lay about; this is the maine battell: O well florisht Ancient! the day is their's; see, now they soūd retrait: whither march they now? To death; their falles, thus Time and Truth proclaime, They shall like leaues-drop from the Tree of shame. Lets follow them. To the gallowes? not I; what doe we know, but this freckled face queane, may be a witch.