Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 487 words
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Well, sirrah, for your truth and honesty I pardon thee, though I detest thy Lord. Then let me change my habit, gentle sir, lest in this shape I chance to meet my Master. Then, if you please, I'll clothe me like a Lady, And wait upon your sister in your Tent. Nay, if it please thee; I am well content. My plot is good; well, howsoe'er it prove, 'T will either end my life, or win my love. Come, best part of myself, we now will go To wail our fortunes, and discourse our woe. I will disguised unto the famous siege, And in these Arms make known my valour's propose: You shall in secret in my Tent abide. I to achieve fame will my spirits employ, After this grief my heart divines much joy. Behold the high walls of Hierusalem, Which Titus and Vespasian once broke down: From off these Turrets have the ancient Jews Seen worlds of people mustering on these Plains. Oh Princes, which of all your eyes are dry, To look upon this Temple, now destroyed. Yonder did stand the great Jehovah's House, In midst of all his people, there he dwelled: Vessels of gold did serve his Sacrifice, And with him for the people spoke the Priests. There was the Ark, the Show-bread, Aaron's Rod, Sanctum, Sanctorum, and the cherubins. Now in that holy place, where GOD himself Was personally present, Pagans dwell. False Gods are reared, each Temple Idols bears. Oh who can see this, and abstain from tears? This way, this sacred path our Saviour trod, When he came riding to Jerusalem, Whilst the religious people spread his way With flowers, and garments, and Hosanna cried. Yonder did stand the great Church, where he taught, Confuting all the Scribes and Pharisees. This place did witness all his miracles: Within this place did stand the judgement seat, Where Pontius Pilate with the Elders sat, Where they condemned him to be whipped and crowned, To be derided, mocked, and crucified, His hands bored through with nails, his side with Spears. Oh, who can see this place, and keep his tears? On yond side of the Town he died for us: At whose departure all these walls did shake, And the destroyed Temples vail did rend: The groves are to be seen, from which Ghosts rose, There stood the Cross, there stands the Sepulchre: The place still bears the name of Dead men's bones. And still the Tomb our saviours Livery wears. What eye can see it, and not melt in tears? No soldier but shall look with reverence Upon these fair and glorious Monuments. To swear, or speak profanely, shall be death. I cast my heart as low as to this earth, And wish that I could march upon my knees, In true submission, and right holy zeal. Oh since our wars are Gods, abandon fears, But in contrition weep repentant tears.
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Well, sirra, for your truth and honesty I pardon thee, though I detest thy Lord. Then let me change my habite, gentle sir, Least in this shape I chance to meete my Maister. Then, if you please, I'le cloath me like a Lady, And waite vpon your sister in your Tent. Nay, if it please thee; I am well content. My plot is good; well, howsoere it proue, 'T will either end my life, or winne my loue. Come, best part of my selfe, we now will goe To wayle our fortunes, and discourse our woe. I will disguis'd vnto the famous siege, And in these Armes make knowne my valours proose: You shall in secret in my Tent abide. I to atchieue fame will my spirits employ, After this griefe my heart diuines much ioy. Behold the high wals of , Which Titus and Uesp once brake downe: From off these Turrets haue the ancient Iewes Seene worlds of people mustring on these Plaines. Oh Princes, which of all your eyes are dry, To looke vpon this Temple, now destroy'd. Yondr did stand the great Iahs House, In midst of all his people, there he dwelt: Vssels of gold did serue his Sacrifice, And with him for the people spke the Priests. There was the Arke, the Show-bread, Aarons Rod, Sanctum, Sanctorum, and the Cherubines. Now in that holy place, where GOD himselfe Was personally present, Pagans dwell. False Gods are reard, each Temple Idols beares. Oh who can see this, and abstaine from teares? This way, this sacred path our Sauiour trode, When he came riding to Hierusalem, Whilst the religious people spred his way With flowers, and garments, and Hosanna cry'd. Yonder did stand the great Church, where he taught, Confuting all the Scribes and Pharisees. This place did witnesse all his miracles: Within this place did stand the iudgement seate, Where Pontius Pilate with the Elders sate, Where they condemn'd him to be whipt and crown'd, To be derided, mockt, and crucified, His hands bor'd through with nailes, his side with Speares. Oh, who can see this place, and keepe his teares? On yond side of the Towne he died for vs: At whose departure all these wals did shake, And the destroyed Temples vaile did rend: The groues are to be seene, from which Ghosts rose, There stood the Crosse, there stands the Sepulchre: The place still beares the name of Dead mens bones. And still the Tombe our Sauiours Liuery weares. What eye can see it, and not melt in teares? No souldier but shall looke with reuerence Vpon these faire and glorious Monuments. To sweare, or speake prophanely, shall be death. I cast my heart as low as to this earth, And wish that I could march vpon my knees, In true submission, and right holy zeale. Oh since our warres are Gods, abandon feares, But in contrition weepe repentant teares.