FIDELI

Whose poison, shall (Like Arrows shot upright) When forth it bursts, to her own downfall light. Even till stooping time Cut for her (down) long years that she may climb (With ease) the highest hill old age goes over, Or till her Fairy subjects (that adore Her birthday as their being) shall complain, They are weary of a peaceful, golden reign. Would you (my royal mistress) have those crystal Fair, double-leaved doors, where light comes forth To cheer the world, never to open more? Would you have all your slu ̄ bers turned to dreams, Frightful and broken? would you see your Lords (In stead of sitting at your Council boards) Locking their graven, white, reverend heads in steel? If so, you cannot for all Fairy land Find men to fit you better. TO is said: and least they break into our walks And kill our fairy-dear, or change themselves Into the shape of Fawns, being indeed foxes, Range all the forest danger to prevent, Foresight, beats storms back, when most Imminent. Your hand. The fallen of one, Like multitudes on ye, Makes all the rest, (of footing) be more nice: But if by venturing on that glassy floor Too far, he sinks, and yet rise with no more harm, Ten thousand to Like danger it does arm: All mercy in a Prince, makes vile the state, All justice makes even cowards desperate. The traitor. Hell and damnation, Devils, He yonder, he that plays the fiend at sea, The little Captain that's made all of fire, Swears (Flemming-like) by twenty thousand Devils, If our tongues walk thus, and our feet stand still, So many huge ships near our coasts are come, And Oyster-boat of ours will scarce find room. He swears the winds have God the sails with child, With such big bellies, all the linen's gone, To find them linen and in Babylon, That ther's not one rag left, Thus they give out, that you sent forth a Drake, Which from their rivers beat their waterfowl, Tore silver feathers from their fairest Swans, And plucked the Halcions wings that rove at sea, And made their wild-ducks underwater dive, So long, that some never came up alive. This Sea-pie Babylon, her bug Bear calls, For when her bastards cry, let the nurse cry But this, the Drake comes, they hush presently, For him thei'le cudgel us: will you would the troth? That scarlet-whore is thirsty and no blood, But yours, and ours (sweet maid) can do her good. Come, come, short counsel: better get long swords. Weel'e die first, yours is the last funeral: away, away, away. The hand of Angels guide us: She's not here, The Queen's killed; treason: Wenches, raise the Court. Ways; she's murdered: treason. Sure heeres some nest they breed in paw him fast, This Wolf, this Yede (mark, he swells read with poison,) This learned knave is swome to murder thee. Hah:—defy this , est ge , Defy him, he shall spit , Thy beard scald , Better, his yea go ked, Noah's Very well elo off, , to h And heres his naked true . I, I, look to the head. The hangman cures those members. Nay, women sued to us they might be pressed. Weel all live, but will first have them b 'th Can S. What through all your blood your bre that inspir These to the Spirits that our waters keep, Charge the ̄ that none rowest there, but those whose nets, Are cast out of our Fairy gundolets. Away. Place Providence, (because she has quick eye: And is the best at kenning) in our Navy, Courage shall wait on her. The Sea-God hath upon your maiden shores, (On Dolphins backs that pity men distressed) In safety setta people that implores, The Sovereign mercy flowing from your breast. Neighbours: 'tis the nation, With whom our Fairies interchange commerce, And by negotiation grown so Like us, That half of them are Fairies: th'other half Are hurtful Spirits, that with sulphurous breath Blast their corn fields, deface their temples, cloth their towns in mourning, poison hallowed founts, And make their goodliest Cities stand (Like tombs) Full of dead bodies, or (Like palaces, From whence the Lords are gone) all desolate. They have but 17. Daughters young and fair, Vowed to live vestals, and to know the touch Of any forced or unreverend hand. Yet Lust and Avarice (to get their dowers) Lay barbarous seidge against their chastity, Threaten to ravish them, to make their bodies The temp es of pollution, or their beds, Graves where their honours shall lie buried, They pray to have their virgins wait on you, That you would be their mother, and their nurse, Their Guardian and their Governor; when Princes Have their lives giuen'em, fine and golden threads Are drawn and spun (for them) by the good fates, That they may lift up others in low states. The Moon that from your beams did borrow light, Hath from her silver bow shot pitchy clouds Eclipse your brightness: heaven took your partly, And her surprised; A jury of bright stars, Have her unworthy found to shine again: Your Fairies therefore on their knees entreat, She may be pulled out from the firmament, Where she was placed to glitter. On rogue! The damnedest treason! Dog: you whorsen dog; Oh blessed maid: let not the toad come near her: What's this? If't be his brewing, touch it not— For it's a drench to kill the strongest Devil, That's Drunk all day with brimstone: come suck, Weezell, Suck your own teat, you—pray; Thou art preserved. Look to that Glister-pipe: One crown doe's serve thy turn, but here's a thief, That must have 50000. crowns to steal Thy life: Here it's in black and white—thy life, Sirrah thou Urinal, Tynoco, Gama, Andrada, and Ibarra, names of Devils, Or names to fetch up Devils: thou knowest these Scarecrows. Well said, thou shalt be hanged then. Heap halters on him: call the Guard: out polecat: He smells, thy conscience stinks Doctor go purge Thy soul, for it's diseased. Away with Ropus. Ther's too muchout already. O me accursed! and most miserable. To suck Lambs, What would not Wolves do, he that this paper written, Had never meaning we should finger it. More Doctors! if this do As well as tother, best to hang him too. What your sea-forces are, this brief does speak. Do not their guns offend you? See now? where? Thei'le scarce see us, the last sighed cost so deer, He knew not how to stand, nor what to speak,