CLEMENT

Contemnest thou our order and religious fare? Mischief on us waits If we feed so vile a wretch. Most profane and fearful. Thou falsely dost accuse those holy men. Thou sayest (vile youngman) they have arguments To prove it lawful gluttonously to feed. Benedicite. I deny your minor, he that feeds well hath a good soul. I deny that the soul follows the temperature of the body. A shallow Sophister, hear me farther. Rather some devil sent to bewitch our souls. I must speak, hear me brothers, Shall we (bound by solemn oaths) t'abuire the world, And all her sorceries to whom night and day Are as one hour of prayer? whose temperance makes us Endure what fulfilled belly Gods admire; Shall we (by zealous patrons) tied to observe Dirges and Requiems for their peaceful souls, In gluttonous riot bury sacred alms! Turn Sanctimonious zeal and Charity To loathsome surfeit? and those well-got goods Our benefactors saved, by their own fasts And moderate living, shall we feed upon Full-gorging us till we vomit? forefend it heaven! By all the Saints, by him first taught our order What temperance was, here shall poor Clement feed, Till his overwearied life, takes her last leave Of this all tempting world where all sins breed. First send this fiend to banishment. You may; Las! most men continued et still the broadest way. Welcome good holy father. Oh black impiety! Can you hear this Devil? Damned iniquity! O had mine eyes dropped out ere seen this day. Stay comfortless poor souls, my pitying tears Shall speak what my tongue dares not, here holy men, You never shall say when next we meet again, Friar Clement to the hungry grudged his meat, Or to the weary pilgrim lodging, this makes you eat, And when you have relieved your fainti g limbs, Commend me in your prayers, and amid your hymns Thus wish, that he who did your Journey further, May never live, to break his holy order. Whither (madmen) run you? Your Vines? (The tree of and shame?) this Serpent here, H with that l Q orish poison, so set on fire The brains of Nicodeme and Silvester, That they in drunken rage have stabbed each other. It did. For shame give over, dare you profane this day That is to holy uses consecrate? You vex not me, But heaven: what warrants you to this? Thou hast thy will, thy wish thou never shalt have, In ight of heaven who sees and punishes Men's black impieties; And in sighed of these (Sharers in thy full sin:) And in his sighed, to express whose vileness, there's no epithet. Laugh on, but since nor prayers prevail not tears, I'll pour my grief into my Princes cares. Get thee to bed thou foolish man and sleep. What worser well possesses thee? Murder! what murder? Thou wut not kill him, wut thou? Let me persuade thy peace of mind to night, Get thee to rest, if Rush have thee belide, Rejoice, by wrongs to have thy patiencee tried. He shall forgiveness ask thee. TO ease bloody thoughts will dam thee into hell. I think so, for I know it, deer son to prayer, Two sins beset thee, murder, and despaite, I charge thee meet me at my cell anon, To save thee will I spend my oh son. In name of heaven I charge thee to be gone. Blessed star of light, stuck there to illuminate This world darkened over with sin: thou watchest late, To guide men coming home, showing thereby Heavens care of us, seeing how we tread awry We have two great lights for midnight and for noon, Because black deeds at no time should be done. All hail to thee (now my best guide) be given, What needs I earth's candle, having the lamp of heaven? Now Benedicite? where am I? Whoes there? what art thou callest me? Come hither, I have for thee a golden prize. No hurt I hope, say hast thou? And what good thoughts bred that within thee? He's h ppy that meddles not with this world indeed. Thou puttest into a Sea, thou canst not found, Ignorance still is foe to Arts profound. Counterfeit e hither man, come hither. True, 'tis the eye of heaven. I understand thee not. Thats not well. Enough of this: come hither: look what here lies. I am content that half this gold he thine, (If it be asked for never, for 'tis not mine,) So thou wilt promise tother half to give To such as I appoint. By this gold I will lay it out bravely, as you appoint me Look not to prosper; if thou dealest amiss; Good works are keys opening the gates of bliss, That golden key, thou in that heap mayest find; If with it thou relieve the lame, sick, blind & u ̄ gry One half bestowed so, take thy self the rest. So fare thee well. What art thou? Alack! what notes are these I hear you sing? Pardon me madam: Oh Lady! want of you has bred much woe; Calamity does every where ore-flow, All long of your strange absence. What (princely Maiden) would you wish me do? This shall I do, how shall we meet again? Hark how the found of horror beats the Air, Your father's up in Arms and does prepare Sharp veng nce, for this city, woe is me: trust the To me, who never made much of woman yet, Rest here sweet maid, till and old Friar beget What joys he can to comfort thee? Is Clement grown A woman's man now? No, I am not mine own, Where your command may sway me: Much more in this, Where heaven) through virtues trial) makes you his. What found offends mine ear? Soul of temptation? Enchanter's I defy ye, get you gone; Ime blind to your enticements, from this I learn, At how deer rate the careless world does arne. That thing called pleasure: how many souls do fallen? (Sold for a little gilded top daub this wall?) Hence with your witchcrafts, the sighed of this drives hence, All thoughts besieging our voluptuous sense. Hence devils incarnate, 'tis not the orcerie Of your deceitful tunes, shuts up mine eye, Mine ears are likewise stopped, hence, hence I say. Are all thy incantations spent now? art come again? Base workmanship of heaven, what other train, Were all hells frightful horrors stuck in thy look, Thou canst not shake me. Thou liest, thou shalt not How dost thou know that hour of my last fight? False herald, Minister of despair and lies. Who gives thee the number. I'll pose thee presently, whats this thou fiend Which now I have turned too, do but tell me that And isle believe thee Down, down, and sink into thy damned caused : Look here, dost fly thou hellhound? I dare thee stand, Over thee by these holy spells have I strong command, Thy batteries are too weak: by goodmen's prayers, The continence of saints, (by which as stairs, They ascend to heaven) by Virgins chastity; By Marti S crowned death's, which recorded lie In silver leaves, above: I charge thee down, Howl where tha'rt bound in slavery, till the last dome, Eternal power, thanks on my humbled knee, Thou still to constant breasts givest victory. I know of none here Oh let these fires be quench out with my tear S, I waters cannot, (Duke) I bind thy rage With this strong charm, and that S read over that spell, And let thy hard breast grow more flexible. Alack for pity! What hast though seen? Shame to our reverend order! A woman in our covent! Sin black as murder. He shall be punished, and then lose his place. To thee I prophecy, (vicious old man to thee, Who rest with lift-vp-hands, and down-bowed knee, Seemest to'haue had work in heaven: now (full of spite, Only to eat a liquorish appetite; Worser gst our religious wales up, planting there Luxurious fruits to pamper belly-cheer (For all thy pains to dress it,) of this Vine Thy lustful lips shall never taste the wine. Bade Story soon is told; Because 'tis foul, that Leaf does all enfold, Their sins grow hie, and fearful, and strike at Heaven, Punish them THOU, whose power from thence is given. Oh heaven forfend such theft! Call back thy gift (o King) and ere these eyes Behold unhallowed hands to Tyrannise Where many a good man his his Oh sons said, And many a R quiem be sung out for the Dead, (Till I am thrust ou by Death) o let ee have My dwelling there, there let me dig my Grave, With mine own Nails, (shut up from worldly Light, Between two walls,) and die and Anchoryte. I fear RELIGIONS Fallen: Alack I see This world's a City built by the most High, But kept by man, (GODS) greatest enemy. Here, what ailest thou? Why, what's the matter? Whtiher, by whom? How choked? Art thou sure he is dead? Most fearful and prodigious, whither runnest thou?