BLACK BISHOP'S PAWN

Dost find her supple? Let me contemplate, With wholly wonder season my access; And by degrees approach the Sanctuary Of unmatched beauty, set in grace and goodness Amongst the daughters of men I have not found A more Cathalecall aspect, that eye Dos promise single life and meek Obedience. Upon those lips the sweet fresh buds of youth, The holy Due of prayer lies Like pearl, Dropped from opening eyelids of the morn, Upon that bashful Rose, how beauteously A gentle fast not rigorously imposed, Would look upon that cheek, and how delightful The courteous Physic of a tender penance, Whose utmost cruelty should not exceed The first fear of a bride to beat down frailty, Would work to found health your long festered judgement, And make your merit well (through erring ignorance Appears but spotted righteousness to me, Far clearer then the innocence of Infants. Who so innocent That never stands in need on't in some kind? If every thought were blabbed that's so confessed, The very air we breath would be imblest: Now to the work indeed, which is to catch Her inclination, that's the special use We make of all our practice in all Kingdoms For my disclosing their most secret frailties, Things which once ours, they must not hide from us That's the first article in the Creed we teach they, Finding to what point their blood most inclines, Know best to apt them, then to our designs: Daughter the sooner you disperse your Errors, The sooner you make haste to your discovery, You must partly with'em, to be nice or modest Towards this good Actium, is to imitate The bashfulness of one conceals and vlter, For the uncomely parts that tumor vexes, Til't be passed cure. Resolve you thus fair (Lady) The priuatst thought that runs to hide it self, In the most secret corner of your heart, now Must be of my acquaintance, so familiarly Never she friend of yours might counsel nearer. And Heriticke well pickled. He must feel it, I never yet gave absolution To any crime of that vnmatring nature: It seems you refuse him for defect, That other women have in the ends of marriage: Pardon my boldness, if I sift your goodness To the last gram ne It's easily absolved amongst the rest, You shall not find the virtue, that you serve now A sharp and cruel mistress, her ear's open To all your supplications; you may boldly And safely let in the most secret sin Into her knowledge, which Like vanished man Never returns into the World again: Fate looks not up more trulier, Then you have passed through love? How came you off so clear? TO was of revenge the most vnmanlist way That ever riualltooke, a villain That for your sake isle never absolve him off. How you forget your self? all actions Clad in their proper language, though mostsorded My ear is bound by duty to let in, And lock up everlastingly: Shall I help you; He was not found to answer his creation? A vestal Virgin in a slip of prayer, Could noi deliver men lose modestier: TO was the White Bishops pawn I never was so taken, beset dubly Now with her judgement what a strength it puts forth, I bring work nearer to you, when you have seen A masterpiece of man, composed by Heaven For a great Princes favour, kingdoms love: So exact Envy could not find a place To stick a blot on person, or on fame: Have you not found ambition swell your wishes then? And desire stir your blood. She's impregnable, A second siege must not fallen off so tamely: She's one of those must be informed to know A daughters duty which some take untaught; Her modesty brings her behind hand much, My old means I must fly too yes it's it, Please you peruse this small tract of Obedience, It'll help you forward well. You will conceive by that, My power your duty. Behold Lady, The two inhuman enemies, the black Knights pawn, And the white Bishops, the gelder and the gelded. What? in the Jesuits fingers? by this hand, I'll give my partly now for a Parrats feather, She never returns virtuous, it's impossible: I'll undertake, more wagers will be laid Upon a Usurers return from hell, Then upon hers from him now: have I been guilty Of such base malice, that my very conscience Shakes at the memory of it, and when I look To gather fruit find nothing but the Savin tree: Too frequent in Nuns Orchards, and there planted By all conjecture to destroy fruit rather, I will be resolved now most noble Virgin. Son of offence forbear, go set your devil Before your eyes, a penitential vesture, Would better become ye, some shirt of hair. And you a three pound smock, steed of and Abbey, And Epicene Cassible, this holy fellow Robs safst and close, I feel a sting that's worse too: White pawn, hast so much Charity to accept A reconcilement, make thy own conditions, For I begin to be extremely burdened. That treatise will instruct you fully. Blessings accumiliation keep with you (sir.) I am Confessor To this Black Knight too, you see douotion's fruitful, Sh'as many sons and daughters. Trifle call you her, it's a good game (sir) Sure she's the second pawn of the White house, And to the opening of the game I hold her. So you may deny A Dyalls motion, because you cannot see The hand move, or a wind that rends the Cedars. Here's from all parts Sufficient to to employ him, I received A packet from the assistant father's lately, Look you ther's Anglicam, this Gallicam. Germanica. Italica this Hispanica there. Take heed (Sir) we're entrapped. She's hard vpon't, it the most modest key That I could use to open my intents, What little, or no pains goes to some people: Hah? a sealed note, whence this, To the black Bishops pawn these, how to me Strange, who subscribes it? the black King what would he. Sir after my desire has took a Tulip For it's own inflammation, that yet scorches me, I shall have cooler time to think of yours, She's passed the general rule of the large extent Of our prescription for obedience; And yet with what alacrity of soul, Her eye moves on the Letter. By holiness of garment, her safe innocecne Has frighted the full meaning from it self, She's far off from understanding now The language of my intent, then at first meeting You speak sweetly, I do command you first then. To meet me, And seal a kiss of love upon my lips, At first disobedient in so little too. How shall I trust you with a greater then? Which was your own request? That's your ignorance, And therefore shall that edict still conduct you, That knows no way but one, nor ever seeks it, 'Tis strange if virtue should be put to one, If there be twenty ways to some poor Village. Your fear is wondrous faulty, cast it from you, Will gather else in time a disobedience, Too stubborn for my pardon. What a stranger, Are you to duty grown, what distance keep you, Must I bid you come forward to a happiness Your self should sue for? 'twas never so with me I dare not let this stubborness be known, 'Twould bring such fierce hate on you, yet presume not To make that courteous care a preuiledge For wilful disobedience, it turns then Into the blackness of a curse upon you, Come, come, be nearer. Was that in scorn? I would not have it proved so for the Hope's Of the great Monarchy, if it were Like it, Let it not dare to fly abroad again, A stronger I will cope with't. 'Twas but my jealousy, forgive me (sweetness) Yours is the house of meekness, and no veonome lives Under that roof, be nearer; why so fearful? Nearer the Altar the more safe and sacred. A plain and most insufferable contempt, My glory I have lost upon this woman, In freely offering that she should have kneeled A year in vain for: my respect is darkened, Give me my reverence again thou hast robbed me off In thy repulse, thou shalt not carry it hence. Thou'rt too great a winner to depart; And I too deep a looser to give way to't. Lay me down reputation, Before thou sturst thy nice Virginity Is recompense too little for my love. It's well if I accept of that for both, Thy lose is but thine own, there's art to help thee, And fools to pass thee to; in my discovery The whole society suffers and in that, The hope of absolute Monarchy eclipsed, Assurance thou canst make me none for thy secrecy, But by thy honours lose, that act must awe thee. Dost weep? If thou hadst any pity, this necessity Would wring it from thee, I must else destroy thee: We must not tust the policy of Europe, Upon a woman's tongue. Art thou so cruel for and honours babble: To undo a whole fraternity, and disperse The secrets of most nations locked in us? Methinks I stand over a powder vault, And the match now a kindling: what's to be done? It's his own case, he will defend you mainly, And happily here he comes with the black Knight too. I dwell not (sir) alone in this default, The black house yields me partners. But good (sir) how, For my getting for the unspied? Run for my Cabinet of intelligences, For fear they search the house, good Bishop burn'em, I cannot stand to pick they now. How has found me out? Are you grown So ambitious in your observance: well, your business, I have my Game to follow. 'Twas a base fact. What's that to the ability of revenge Suffices I have neither will nor power To give you absolution for that violence, Make your petition to the penance Chamber, If the Tax Register relieve you in't, By the black bishops clemency you hau'wrought out, A single piece of favour with your money, It's all your refuge now. Yonder's my Game, which Like apoletick Chessner, I must not seem to see. 'Tis the first minute my eye blessed me with her, And clearly shows how much my knowledge wanted, Not knowing her till now. Her glory and the wonder of this secret, Puts a recipicall amazement on me. Is their cause affinity, Or any covetous help creation joys in, To bring that work forward. The mystery exceeds, or else creation, Has set that admirable piece before us, To choose out chaste delight by. What heart have you to put in on one object, And cannot get me off? 'tis pain to partly from't. The very self same that my mirror blessed me, with From head to foot, the beauty and the habit, Kept you this place? still did not you remove Lady. Pawn, saw you mine. Just so did yours at mine now. She speaks but truth in this, I see no reason then, That we should miss the relish of this night; But we are both shamefaced. Tender eyed modesty, how it grieves at this, I'm as far off for all this, strange imposture, As at first interview, where lies our game now? You know I cannot marry by my order. Hah! Be not so lavish of that blessed spring, You'ue wasted that upon a cold occasion now, Would wash a sinful soul white by our love joys, That motion shall near light upon my tongue more, Till we're contracted, then I hope your mine. Heretici pereant sic. Si quid mortalibus, in umquam oculis hilarem Et gratum aperuit diem: Si quid permantibus Amicorum Animis gaudium attulit perperitùr Laetitiam (Eques candidissime pralucentissime, Falic m profecto tuum a Dome Candoris and Domum Nigritudinis Accessum promissssse peperisse, at tulisse fatemur: Omnes adventus Tui Conflagrantissimi, omni quam Possumus laetitiam, Gaudio, Congratulatione, Acclamations Animis obseruantissimis, Affectibus diuotissimis, obsequiis Uenerabundis To Sospitim congratulamur? Are you yet stoard with any woman's pity? Are you the Mistress of so much Devotion? Kindness, and Charity? as to bestow And Alms of Love on your poor sufferer yet For your sake only? Yes at your fears, at ignorance of your power The little use you make of time (youths fortune) Knowing you have a Husband for lustest shelter, You dare not yet make bold with a friends comfort: This is the plague of weakness. Well setting aside the dish you love so much, (Which hath been heartily tasted by your betters) I come to marry you to the gentleman That last enjoyed you, I hope that pleases you. Ther's no immodest relish in that office. I name you a sure token. But all the ctafts in getting of it knit, You are all one fire to make your cozening market, I am the merrier and the man, do you know me? Do you know me nice Iniquity? strict luxury? And holy whoredom, I would clap on marriage With all hight speed to solder up the Game? So what a strong Fate hath provided for thee, You were a maid, swear still you're no worse now: I left you as I found you, have I startled you? I'm quit with you now for my discovery, Your outcries, and your Cunning, farewell brookage. I have done that. How? Bring in merit. Hah! what voice was that? Here is a strangt Game indeed, did not I lie with you. What a devil art thou? You made promise to me After the contract. Mischief confound thee, I speak not to thee: and you were prepared for't, And set your joys more heigh. My bedfellow. I am taken Enter White Bishops Pawn. In mine own toils. I'm lost of all hands. Thou whore of order, cockatrice in Voto. 'Tis too apparent the Game's lost, King taken. Down viper of our Order, I abhor thee, Thou'lt show thy whorish front. It goes on in this. You will not leave your jesting (Knight) Though it wound your own fame. If I can at that distance send you a blessing, Is it not nearer to you in my arms: It flies abroad from these li S dealt in parcels, And I to honour thee above all daughters. Invite thee home to the house, where thou mayest surfeit On that, which others miserably pine for: A favour which the daughters of great Potentates, Would look of envies colour but to hear. Who comes to take me, let me see that pawns face, Or his proud tympanous Mas-well with state wind, Which being once pricked in the Convocation house, The corrupt air puffs out, and he falls shriueld. Take heed I take not both which I have vowed Since, if longer thou resist. Confusion in that voice, Rings the alarm of my undoing, Enter blacks Queens pawn. How, which way escaped she from me? This is some bawdy P. i'll slit the throat on't. Shall I hear her? Must force confound noise? Hah, what's that? silence (if fair worth be in thee) Ecce triumphanti, Me fixum Caesaris Art.