FIRST MASTER

Hither from foreign Courts have Princes come, And with our Duke did Acts of State Commence, Here that great Cardinal had first audience, (The graven Campayne,) that Duke dead, his Son (That famous Prince) gave free possession Of this his Palace, to the Citizens, To be the poor men warehouse: and endowed it With Lands to'th value of seven hundred mark, With all the bedding and the furniture, once proper (As the Lands then were) to and Hospital Belonging to a Duke of Savoy. Thus Fortune can toss the World, a Princes Court Is thus a prison now. War and Peace Feed both upon those Lands: when the Iron doors Of wars burst open, from this House are sent Men furnished in all Martial Compliment. The Moon hath thorough her Bow scarce drawn to'th head, (Like to twelve silver Arrows) all the Months, Since 1600. Soldiers went aboard: Here Providence and Charity play such parts, The House is Like a very School of Arts, For when our Soldiers (Like Ships driven from Sea, With ribs all broken, and with tattered sides,) Cast anchor here again, their ragged backs How often do we cover? that (Like men) They may be sent to their own Homes again. All here are but one swarm of Bees, and strive To bring with wearied thighs honey to the Hive. The sturdy Beggar, and the lazy Lown, Gets here hard hands, or laced Correction. The Vagabond grows stayed, and learns to 'bey, The Drone is beaten well, and sent away As other prisons are, (some for the Thief, Some, by which undone Credit gets relief From bridled Debtors; others for the poor) So this is for the Bawd, the Rogue, and Whore. Nor is it seen, That the whip draws blood here, to cool the Spleen Of any rugged Bencher: nor does offence Feel smart, or spiteful, or rash evidence: But pregnant testimony forth must stand, Ere Justice leave them in the Beadles hand, As Iron, on the Anvil are they laid, Not to take blows alone, but to be made And fashioned to some Charitable use. Wee'll place you, Lady, in some private room. The Pander is more dangerous to a State, Then is the common Thief, and though our laws Lie heavier on the Thief, yet that the Pander May know the Hangmans ruff should fit him too, Therefore he's set to Beatrice Hemp. Some it turns good, But (as some men whose hands are once in blood, Do in a pride spill more) so, some going hence, Are (by being here) lost in more impudence: Let it not to them (when they come) appear, That any one does as their Judge fit here: But that as Gentlemen you come to see, And then perhaps their tongues will walk more free. She must spin. Being stripped out of her wanton lose attire, That Garment she puts on, base to the eye, Only to cloth her in humility. No, my good Lord. You see, this Drab swells with a wanton rein, The next that enters has a different strain. Begging for bail still? you are a trim gossip, go give her the blue Gown, set her to her chare, work Hus wife, for your bred, away. Seeing me: if still she had stayed, this had been worse. Five times at least, And thus if men come to her, have her eyes wrung, and wept out her bail. No, my good Lord, that's only but the veil To her lose body, I have seen her here In gayer Masking Suits, as several Sauces Give one Dish several Tastes, so change of Habits In Whores is a bewitching Art: to day she's all in Colours to besot Gallants, then in modest black, To catch the Citizen, and this from their Examinations Drawn, now shall you see a Monster both in shape And nature quite from these, that sheds no tear, Nor yet is nice, it's a plain ramping Bear, Many such Whale's are cast upon this Shore. Then behold a swaggering Whore. Be modest, Kata, the Duke is here. It is and emblem of their revelling, The whips we use lets forth their wanton blood, Making them calm, and more to calm their pride, In stead of Coaches they in Carts do ride. Will your Grace see more of this bade Beware?