DEVIL

Keep a firm station stir not for thy life, Expect a messenger of trust stand fast, What dost thou start foul child of reprobation Vain are thy crosses, vain all exorcismies, Those be no fruits of faith but mere hypocrisy: Signa to signa temeré me tangis & angis Roma tibi subito motibus ibit amor. Room Which once was thy gorgeous concubine Hath now forsaken thee: now does she find, Thy falsehood which did her adulterate What dost thou tremble slave of sin and hell? Thy death and dissolution stand at door, Resolve now to dissolve, thy soul is ours. Thou that hast thrown those graces in his face, How canst thou think upon salvation? Think that th'art damned. I will declare it plainly. Examine thy soul with this counterpart. Thou fool examine in Arithmetik, Numbers without distinction placed thus. Annos with the figure 11. signifying eleven years, & the figure, Seven applied to Die importing seven days. Why for eighteen this figure stands for octavo referred unto di last before, signifying th'eight day after, so that Annos undicem without distinction signifying eleven years; and this figure seven added to days; and that octavo post, importing the eight day following, moriere, thou shalt die. I mean thy body with thy soul in respect of Heaven. Thus many days hast thou continued Pope, And this is thy last day designed by fate. These things should have been thought upon before, The summum bonum which lives in the soul, Is and eternal pleasure to behold, And have fruition of the mighty power. Which thou didst never see, nor canst en oy. He charms in David's words with Judas spirit, Attend it time grows short all fear is passed. The Devil cannot deny it. Of what? foul mouth, polluted soul? Corrupted slesh; God hath forsake n he, Thy date expired it, thy pour determined. Thy soul foul beast is Like a Menstruous cloth, oluted with unpardonable sins. And what of that? thou therein hast no partly, I do confess e thy soul was first ordained To good: but by freewill to sin thou slave, Hast sold that soul from happiness to hell. Answer me vain Philosopher to this, Thou that hast planted man in this perfection, Not looking on thy detestable soul, Which first Like a pure leaf of whitest Lily, Clear from all blemish was bestowed by God, And thou foul beast didst shamefully pollute it. Is it not one of human faculties, To propose for your selves the best you can, Where other creatures carried with blind force, Make themselves bondslaves to the present time. The scope of men creation was to glorify The most all potent maker of all things, The Alpha and Omega of all bounty. But he that wilfully betrays this soul, That precious Jewel wherein God delights, Dishonours God and does deprive himself, Of all salvation and beatitude. By that which represents Lucretia, Leprous and poisoned is thy death declared, By poison which now struggleth with thy spirits, And by that other which sets out to thee, The murder of thy son the Duke of Candy, Prefigured is the death of thy son Caesar, Thou for the poisoning of thy daughter poisoned: He for the murdering of his brother murdered. What would great Alexander have with us, That from our fiery region millions of leagues, Beneath the sulphuro S bottom of Abyss, Where Mammon tells his ever tried gold, Thou callest me from strong business of high state, From sure subversions and mutations Of mighty Monarchs, Emperor's, and Kings, From plotting bloody fields and massacres, Triumphant treasons and assassinates. Whats thy demand? Sent from the foggy lake of fearful stix. Am I commanded by that puissant monarch, Which rides triumphing in a chariot, On misty black clouds mixed with quenchless fire, Through unquoth corners in dark paths of death, To do what thou demandest. What wouldst thou more shall I descend? He shall despair, vassal of sin and hell, Provide thy self in black despair to dwell. Caesar ; his youth and strength of blood drives out This fat all poison and shall live a while. away, away. The Devil wind h his horn in his ear and there more devils enter with a noise encompassing him, Alexander starts. From the pale horror of eternal fire, Am I sent with the wagon of black Di , To guide thy spirit to the gates of death, Therefore I summon thee to come with speed, For horrizons now stand thee not instead. Keep a firm station stir not for thy life. Keep a firm station stir not for thy life, Here comes a fatal message, I must hence. Exit. Say, say what wouldst thou more? descend,