SHACKLESOUL

I do inquire if rich bawds Carted be On earth as well as poor ones: I sleep not Pluto. But shoal of Sharks eat up the Fish at Sea. Well. Here. Whither? What oath r duty Sir, must I call mine? He has spoken treason to all our stomachs. I do conjure you by my hallowed beads To hear me speak. Alas (my Lord) I thought it had been here As in the neighbouring Churches, where the poorest Vicar Is filled up to the chin with choice of meats, Yet seeks new ways to whet dull appetite, As there with holy spells men's souls they cherish, So with delicious fare, they themselves nourish. Nor want they argument for sweet belly-cheer To prove it lawful. But since your order (pious and reverend) Tied to religious fasts, spends the sad day Wholly in meager contemplation, I absolution beg on both my knees, For what my tongue offended in: las! poor Rush (See't by his cheeks) eats little: I can feed On roots, and drink the water of the Spring Out of mine own cup: make and Anatomy Of my most sinful carcase: then pardon me. Gratias reverenda domine Prior. Rush cannot lie. Au item fratres, they do not only prove it lawful, but make it palpable, that he who eats not good in eat is dambde. From silly reason, would you hear me speak? He that eats not good meat is damned: Sie Dispute. If he that feeds well hath a good soul, then è Contra. No, he that feeds ill, hath a bade and a poor soul. And so continued ̄ sequenly is damned, for who regards poor souls? and if they be not regarded they are cast forth, and if cast forth, then they are dambde. Sic probo: the soul follows the temperature of the body, he that feeds well hath a good temperature of body, Ergo, he that feeds well hath a good soul. Anima sequitur tem eraturam ̄ Corporis, It is a principle, & contra principia non est disputandum, All we. Worthy Lord Prior, hear me yet, I must not my profession let, To Scumbroath, what I know isle teach, To make candles, Jellies, leach, Syrup of violets, and of roses, Cow slip salads, and kick-chooses, Preserve the apricock, and cherry, Dam in-peare-plom, rasps berry; Potates ike if you shall lack, To corroborate the back: A hundred more shall Rush device, And yet to early matins rise, Our ladies office, sing at prime, At evensong, and at compline time. Chant Anthems, Aniuersaries, Dirges, And the doleful de profundis. 'Tis mortal sin. Besid S my reverend Lord, These manderers here are spies, & soon bear word to Prin ces ears of what they hear and see. Would would, laugh Lucifer, dance grim fiends of hell, Of souls thou judge must, ut most terrible, I must exact a double pay from thee, Near hadst thou Journey man deserved such ee, Let me cast up my reckonings, what I would wone In this first vo age: Charity! she's undone: Fat gluttony broke her back: next her stepped in Contention (who shakes Churches) now the sweet sin (Sallow lechery,) should march after: Avarice, Murder, and all sins else, hell can device, I'll broach: the head's in, draw the body after, Begin thy feast in full cups, end in slaughter That damnedest fury: o, but Friar Clement's free! TO we: ha'st no snare to intr p him let me see. He's old, choke him with gold; hold on thy Revels, Pluto makes Sackle-soul president of Devils. In very deed (for I not swear) It did no sir: to me you malice bear, As if that all such mischief done, were mine, But cause your self shall see how I repine To see vice prosper, pardon me good Lord Prior If I a telltale be of what mine eyes Beheld with water in them: sin will rise In holy sircles I see sometime. I'm known what I am. Heel go and complain to the King. Engender sin with sin; that wines rich he May bring forth Lust, Lust murder may beget, But here strike ail, this bark awhile hale in, And launch into the deep, a brighter sin: Ho, Glitterbacke, ascend, to shackle-soul, To shackle-soul ascend, ho Glitterbacke; Thou richest spirit, thrust up thy golden head From hell thus High: when? art imprisoned In misers chests so fast thou canst not come? Oh fearest thou thieves, or cum purses? here be some Can save thee from their fingers: when? Arise; And dazzle the approaching night with high glistering eyes. Cool night will call Friar Clement forth anon: Angels, be you his strong temptation: Wines lustful fires him warm not: At this spring, (Scorn e by the rest for him,) spr worser thy gilded wing, Full in his eye; As he drinks water down In streams of Avarice, let his weak soul drown. Not taste what all men thirst for? old and so brave, When money assaults, one combat more I'll have. Would would: heel take it. Villains and fools will would gold, (though God from hell,) But they who do so, (as thou shalt) pay for't well. No. More. Away. Would, would! down down bright spirit, thou w to be missed anon, hell mint stands idle. Be gone. I thank thee for this spirit. Idle? no Lucifer. Thats he, & theres your golden hire to charm him; Your fees isle Triple, let but lustest flame be felt; The Alpine-snow at the un's beams does melt, So let your beauty's haw his frozen Age, Music first act and old Lecher, then a devil on hells black Stage: Strike, strike your silver strings: brave set of whores? At your striking up, devil dance, and all hell roars. His soul is chained in pleasures, bind it fast, If he break your charms the strongest spell comes last. I can. I bring thee tidings of thy death this nigh I know to how many minutes thy days must rise. All things to us are known, What ever have been, are, or shall be done. I scorn to be thy slave Storms, thunder, lightning, rip up the earth's womb. No way to conquer thee? I'll give thee over: Never fishd I so, (yet lost a soul) before. Catch. Heres drink for thee royal villain. 'Tis not for him, that we this holiday hold. 'Tis not yet fit Mall Cutpurse here should houle, She has been too late a sore-tormented soul. A Jury of Brokers impanelde, and deeply sworn, To pass on all the villains in hell. All! no, the Arch-helhoud's here. Had all thy grey devils in their highest lust sat, Dug cellars to find where hell stood and has found it There was but one villainy unborn, and he crowned it. As he thinks, giving fire to powder; Near in any land could devils have found, such walks, As he was beating out. Had his plot taken fire, One real me before any other had doomsday seen, Kings who in tombs lay at rest had wakened been, He was within 12. hours of he wing down A whole land at one blow, and at once drown In a flood of flames, and Ark-roiall with his whole fleet, Of nobility and clergy: in a leaden sheet Law and her children had been hotly wrapped; Millions ere this had in our jail been claped, For damned Arts not known now, which had then Been ri e, but now lie dead (the Acts with the men. And Arch great Puritane once. A wolf in lamb skin leaps into the rout, Bell, book, or candle cannot curse me out: I'll curse aster than they. Rather to nourish idl vagabo ̄ worser : The Clergy of other lands, have with much Plenty And thrift destroyed those drones, that l zily Live eating up the labours of the be. A churchman there cares but to feed the soul, He makes that charge his ffice. Alsmisdeeds! alas! They through the Lawyers hands are fittest to pass. Yes, they bleed a little, but have no harm, Their young blood with the grapes Juice being made (warm, They brawld and struck, but I kept off the blows, Yet the Subprior says from me their quarrel rose. Would present I had not been, But till I utter it, my clogged conscience bears A man upon a woman. I speak't in tears: Scumbr our cook, and a female I beheld Kissing in our orchard: on her lips he dwelled I Thy ke some half hour. Though my Lord I'm bade, I'm not given that way. Some light punishment (Good my Lord Prior) suppose it your own fault, Whip as you would be whipd, the best's nought. How thou sweatst with coming? Save me those drops (Golds pure Elipar) stilling from thy locks: Shake from thy brows and hair that golden shower, So: get home: quick: (to hell) least hell grow poor, If Richmens paws once fasten thee, and beware It'n way thou meetest no Lawyers: the le pull thee bore, Hence: down. Another bait, at this he will not bite. As a drawer in a new Tavern, first day the bush is u ̄ g up. Thanks good Friar Alphege: yes, Shackle-soul will play The task he's set to: Devils never idle lie: Friar Rush! would, would: y'haue now and excellent choir, To sing in hell, the Devil and the Friar. I told you they were curs, that cea e to bark, no longer then you feed them. By no means. Idle? I have your nimblest devil been, In twenty shapes begetting sin. I am fishing for a whole schoale of Friars. All are gluttoning or muttoning, stabbi ̄ g or swelling Ther's only one Lamb escapes my killing, But I will have him: then theres a cook.— Of whom I some revenge have took. He much scathe has done me, And the knave thinks to out run me. I'll driven him to despair, And make him hang himself. ryers stand Pon your Guard. The Prio e is beset with Armed-men, Of which some Troops are . Is't not good! For blood th'ast thirsted, and thy drink is blood. Strikes it so cold to thy heart? heres that shall warm thee (Again. Bids this Covent, much good do't ye. Oh whither am I going? which way came I? Ah wellada, I come to fill my pot, With water not with thee; thou art miss begotten. Else wouldst thou not lie there; what Orphans blood H st thou sucked out, to make this golden flood? None drink this well but I, how is it than Thou thus way-lay'st me, (thief to the soul of man? Would some poor wretch (by l sse of law undone) Had thee: go do him good: me canst thou none. My wholesome cup is poisoned, it flows over With men damnation (gold,) drink there no more The Merchant's are not piled nor pulled enough, They are yet but shaven, when they are fleade, he'll come. And bring to hell fat booties of rich thieves, A crew of swearers and drinkers the best that lives. Welcome deer brother: now your heed must be Not to look back at this world's vanity, Riches and pleasures: you have laid aside That Garment, and must now be mortifide.