Chester's Triumph (St George's Day Entertainment) · chunk 6 of 7
Amory, Robert / Davies, Richard · published 1610 · first performed or written 1610 [Apr 23] (Annals) civic play; pageant · before the Court unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 463 words
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Which of them both shall make the Hangman thrive. To see a good man poor, or wise man bore, To see dame Virtue overwhelmed with care. To see a ruined Church, a Preacher dumb, A king's child perish in the Mother's womb. To see a Miser, who to have his pelf, Will take a rope and (desperate) hang himself: To see a virgin by a varlet used, Till she by him to death be so abused. Or else to see a Father suck the blood Of his own Spawn, O! these would do me good. But to behold a rank of rustic Boys Showing as childish people childish toys To grace a day with; O it grates my gall To hear an apish Kitling caterwaul. Is it not harsh to hear a marmoset squeak Upon a stage a most unjointed speak? And then to hear some ignorant Baboon, Swear that this Monkey did surmount the Moon. whenas the Infants best is too too bad, And which to hear would make a wiseman mad. Thou damned Infection; damned from thy birth. Abhorred of heaven, and odious to the earth, How canst thou ever hope to merit grace, When thy delight is but detraction base? But since there is no sign of grace in that Damned face of thine, which hell doth wonder at, Love shall conjure thee; that from this time forth, Thou ne'er frequent this Island of the North. Dive to the depth of deepest Stygian flood; There suck thou Snakes, and Snakes there suck thy blood. Or sink thou quite to the infernal deep, Where crawling Scorpions may about thee creep. And there among those vermin vile beneath, Belk up that poison which thou here dost breathe. Go, I conjure thee, lest I make thee feel The keenest edge of Wraths revenging steel. Burden the earth no more, thou hateful Toad With such a ponderous earth-annoying load, Go with a vengeance go, and ne'er retire, But we are our Time in everlasting fire. O I could grind and grate thee with my teeth, No more thou Monster; hence be gone forthwith; Confusion, death, plague, pestilence, and piles, Confound their souls who at mine anguish smiles, Yet, ere I go, I'll bid the best farewell, Hoping ere long to meet their Ghosts in hell. Go ugly Monster, Loves Misanthropos, Sink down to torture and continual woes. Heaven excludes thee; Earth abhors thy sight, And grieves to bear the burden of thy weight. Sink to her centre, there's thy Native rest, And never more be seen to spot her breast: So, haste thee hence; and henceforth I'll direct My speech to those, whom I do best affect: Love bids you welcome that are come in love, To see our sports that Envy doth reprove.
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VVhich of them both shall make the Hang-man thriue. To see a good man poore, or wise man bare, To see dame Vertue ouer-whelm'd with care. To see a ruin'd Church, a Preacher dumbe, A Kings childe perish in the Mothers wombe. To see a Miser, who to haue his pelfe, VVill take a rope and (desp'rate) hang him selfe: To see a virgine by a varlet vs'd, Till she by him to death be so abus'd. Or else to see a Father sucke the blood Of his owne Spawne, O! these would doe me good. But to behold a ranke of rustick Boyes Shewing as childish people childish toyes To grace a day with; O it grates my gall To heare an apish Kitling catterwall. Is it not harsh to heare a Marmeset squeake Vpon a stage a most vnioynted speake? And then to heare some ignorant Baboone, Sweare that this Monky did surmount the Moone. VVhen as the Infants best is too too bad, And which to heare would make a wise-man mad. Thou damn'd Infection; damned from thy birth. Abhor'd of heau'n, and odious to the earth, How canst thou euer hope to merit grace, VVhen thy delight is but detraction base? But since there is no signe of grace in that Damn'd face of thine, which hell doth wonder at, Loue shall coniure thee; that from this time forth, Thou ne're frequent this Iland of the North. Diue to the depth of deepest Stigian flood; There sucke thou Snakes, and Snakes there suck thy blood. Or sinke thou quite to the infernall deepe, Where crawling Scorpions may about thee creepe. And there among those vermine vile beneath, Belk vp that poison which thou here dost breath. Goe, I coniure thee, least I make thee feele The keenest edge of Wraths reuenging steele. Burthen the earth no more, thou hatefull Toade VVith such a pondrous earth-anoying loade, Goe with a vengeance goe, and ne're retire, But we are out Time in euerlasting fire. O I could grind and grate thee with my teeth, No more thou Monster; hence be gone forthwith; Confusion, death, plague, pestilence, and piles, Confound their soules who at mine anguish smiles, Yet, ere I goe, I'le bid the best farewell, Hoping ere long to meete their Ghosts in hell. Goe vgly Monster, Loues Misanthropos, Sinke downe to tortour and continuall woes. Heau'n excludes thee; Earth abhors thy sight, And greeues to beare the burthen of thy weight. Sinke to her center, there's thy Natiue rest, And neuer more be seene to spot her brest: So, hast thee hence; and hence-forth I'le direct My speech to those, whom I doe best affect: Loue bids you welcome that are come in loue, To see our sports that Enuie doth reproue.