RODAMANT

Keep off. I wo'd, but I cannot read these devilish names. Long enough to have had a Devil of mine own, if he had pleased, I have drudged under him almost these seven years, in hope to learn the trade of Magic, and none of his spirits will obey me; would I were a witch, then I should have a Familiar, a sucking Devil, upon occasion to do me service. O, I loved him of a child. Only exercise my body, take the air now and then over steeples, and sail once a month to Scotland in a sieve to see my Friends. I have a granam there, if I had been ruled, would not have seen me wanted a devil at these years, pray Madam speak to my Master for me, that my Friends may not laugh at me, when I come out of my time, he has spirits enough, I desire none of his grand S, a little Done Di go Diabolo would serve my turn, if he have but skill in Love or Physic. I am not sick, but I am troubled with a desperate consumption. To you that are great Ladies, and fed high But to a man that is kept lean and hungry A little falling of the flesh is seen. In love? look on my soar eyes. Yes, I can see a little with em, would they were out. Out of their pain. I have but seven teeth and a half, and four on em are rotten, here's a stump, a pickax cannot dig out of my gums. O infallible. Beside, I cannot sleep For dreaming a my Mistress. You shall pardon me, she is— Nay she is a woman, as sure, as sure as you are the Queen's daughters. I name no body; do not you say it's the Queen, I am what I am, and she is what she is. And if I live, I will die for her, but I forget my self, I had a message to tell you; first my Master commends him to your Graces and will be here presently: secondly I have news, Do you know what I mean? Why then, my Lord Ferocbus, and his brother Endarius, you know em? And they know you. I know not that, but they are Not made for worms meat. The King has commanded, they shall be thrown from a rock into the sea, thats all, but here's my Master can tell you the whole story. Jupiter? It's time he were cut off by the middle, He has been a notable thunderer in his days. Is not the Queen a lovely creature Sir? O that I durst unbutton my mind to her. Hum, how's this? more escapes of Jupiter? they have found their neither parts; the gods are become fine mortal gentle men, here's precious juggling, if I durst talk on't. Gods quoth'a, I held a candle before the devil. So I must keep the door too, here's Like to be holy doings I am and Esquire by my office. O my Royal love! why should not I love the Queen? I have known as simple a fellow as I hath been in love with her horse, nay they would been bedfellows in the same litter, and in that humour he would have been leaped, if the beast could have been provoked to incontinency; but what if the King should know out, and very lovingly circumcise me for it, or hang me up a gracious spectacle with my tongue out a perch for sparrows? why, I should become the gallows o'my conscience: o I would stretch in so gentle posture, that the spectators all should edify, and hang by my example. The Kings merry Barred, if he have overheard, he'll save the hang man a abour, and ime me to death. Alas, I never had the happiness. And honest merry trout Excellent Barred O brave Barred Would Barred. Has the King invited him? Prithee a word, thou didst name the Queen, Does she come too? W ll 'tis a good soul. The Queen. O my royal love Prithee do thou say what it's. It's such a merry baboon, and shoots quills Like a Por cupine, but who's this? My royal love, would I had the grace to drink to her or kiss the cup. I cannot live, my heart wonot hold out. I did, Sir. Would I were but worthy. May I remember your good Queens. And it were as deep as the root of Penmenmaure, my roy all Love should have it. So. Hoy ho—what's that? H re, here about, was the wine burned? o there's wild the wine. There's squibs and crackers in my stomach; am not I poisoned? A way, I'll never drink again. It increases, my royal love has poisoned me, her health has blown my bowels up. O a cooler, would I were a while in the frozen sea, charity is not cold enough to releeive me: the de will is making fireworks in my belly. Would the Queen, let me but speak to the Queen; O Madam, little do you think, that I have poisoned my self, O for your sweet sake. But howsoever; O think upon me when I am dead. I bequeathe my heart, O there it's already: my royal love farewell. There is a kind of grumbling in my guts still. My royal love, my Lady, and fair Mysteries, Such love as mine, was never read in histories. There's love, and love, good. The poison to my heart was not so cruel. As that I cannot hang thee, how's that, hang the Queen? The poison to my heart was not so cruel, As that I Can ot hang thee, my rich jewel. Within my heart. O there's hang and jewel, and heart, and heart, good again. I am thy constant Elf, And dare for thy sweet sake, go hang my S life. What though I am no Lord, yet I am loyal, There's a jingle upon the letter, to show if she will Give me but and inch, I'll take and ell; Lord and loyal, and though no prince I am thy servant royal. There's no figure in that, yes impossibility, servant and royal. Then grant him love for love, that does present these, With Noverint universi per prefentes. there's to show I am a Linguist, with a rumme in the rhyme consist king of two several languages, beside love and love, thy jeat and alabaster face. I eat because it draws the straw of my heart, and alabaster, because there is some white in her face, Thy jeat and Alabaster face now calls, My love and hunger up to eat stone walls. But so I may bite of her nose, if her face be alabaster; but she is in prison, there it holds, and I may do her service to break prison for her any way. Well, here's enough at a time, if she Like this, I have and ambling muse that shall be at her service: But what stumbling block is cast in my way? This is no place to sleep in, I take it in a story under a trundlebed: I have seen these clothes afore now, the tailor took measure for one of our gods that made they; hear friend, hall it's the Prince Corybreus, dead, killed, Would? my Lord he's speechless. What were I best to do? in stead of searching the wound I'll first search his pockets: What's here? a bracelet, a pretty toy, I'll give it the Queen, but if I be found here alone I may be found necessary to his death. Would, what shall I do? So, so, here's fine devotion in the Temple: But where's my bracelet, let me see? Am I invisible again? Is this the trick on't. You shall feel: some else too. Now to my other gamester. You want a beard, young Gentleman. Another wipe for for you. Put me to keep the door another time. I would kept they ho nest, and now I will be visible again. Here: I was a sleep, but this noise waked me. Would you done with the Ladies? Open the doors. royal My love is roasted, she died of a burning fever, & since poison wonot work upon me, I am resolved to look out the most convenient tree in this wood to hang my self: And because I will be sure to hang without molestation or cutting down, which is a disparagement to and able and willing body, I will hang invisible, that no body may see me, and interrupt my hempen meditations. But who are these? a brace of mankillers a mounching; now I think what a long journey I am going as far as to another world, it were not a miss to take provision along with me when I come to the trick of hanging, I may weigh the better, and sooner be out of my pain: bracelet stick to me, by your leave gentlemen, what's your ordinary? A friend, my brace of Hungarians, one that is no soldier; but will justify he has a stomach in a just cause, and can sighed oath and nail, with any slesh that opposes me. I will knock your pate, fellow in arms, and to help you to see, open the eyes of your understanding, with a wooden instru meant that I have. You shall find that we be three, are you so hight? Your Comrade will expect your company in the next ditch. Cannot a Mare come into the ground, but you must be leaping you stone horses. Now Lady—what, is she invisible too? Would. Well, let her shift for her self, I have tamed their concupiscence. Now to my business of hanging again. I do Like none of these trees; the Devil is at my elbow now, I do hear him whisper in mine ear, that any tree would serve, if I would but give my mind to't. Let me consider, what shall I get by hanging of my self, how it will be to no purpose, a halter will be but cast away, by your leave—I would not have you much out of the way, because here are trees that other men may hold con venient.—O, my wrist: It's a spirit. Sweet Devil, you shall have it, the bracelet is at your service. Have I all my fingers? A pox on his fangs, now oh my conscience I am visible again, if the Soldiers should meet with me now, whom I have pounded, what case were I in? I feel a distillation, and would be heartily beaten to save my life. Here's one, for ought I know, may be as dangerous: A pox of de spaire that brought mehither to choose my gallows; would I were at home in and embroidered clout.—I'll Sneak this way. with what news, and whither is thy head tram we ? These be new Dieties, made since yesterday, We shift our gods, as fast as some shift trenchers; Pray sir what do you call their names, they are But half gods, demigods as they say, there's Nothing beneath the navel. Mars from the middle upward. Was it by my Lady Venus direction that he is dismembered too. H that overcame all in a full career, looks now Like A Demilaunce.