Part of Poore (transcription)

Fol. 21r
	Actus Imus Scæna Ia.
	Poore.
Welcome thou instrument of liberty        offreth to stab himselfe
Sly	Hold hold
Poore:	It is a most vnthankfull office;
	To save a man vnwilling is to murder.
	What hath this world of myne that I should covet
	Longer to stay wth it? nor have you reason
	Thus to detaine mee, I must greiving say it
	Through mee you want what might have well sustaind you	10
	And your last store scarce panteth nourishment
	Vnto your selfe and sister.
Sly	How truely rich
	Though having nothing, for contemning all?
Poore.	True very wise, nay rich, if hee could gett
	Even wth his best indeauour nourishment:
	But that now wants whose rich hees only wise
	T'is the receaved opinion, and what arts
	Are meanly shrouded in a thred bare coate
	Want theire due forme, thats a privation of it.	20
	The worst of ills that is in misery
	Is that it gives a man contemptible
	Makes him a scoffe to every painted asse
	Wch beares a golden image, every slave
	Wch came into this Cytty wth bare feete
	And since hath heap'd vp by mechanicke basenes
	Abundant riches will contem the state
	That nature brought him to and no more pitty it,
	Then wisedome will a snake pin'd wth much cold
Sly:	you much erre	30
Poore.	No it is sacred truth, there is not one
	Who hath not circled wth a triple brasse
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Fol. 21b
	His more obdurate heart, each man doth live
	As hee were enemy to the whole world.
	There is a spatious distance twixt the heart,
	And tongue of every man, they speak and doe
	Nought that hath smallest coherence wth theire minds;
	They doe even strive vnto it wth theire full nerves.
Sly	Imitate theire manners.
Poore:	You advise well, I shall, and digg a prey	40
	From out theire frozen intrailes, wch shall nourish vs,
	Feede vs wth laughter, cramm vs full wth gold.
	I'le hold as firme antipathy wth men,
	As doe the elements amongst themselves.
Sly	they doe generate
Poore:	Soe will not I vnlesse a misery,
	And wanton spleene to laugh at it.
Sly	will force frequent troops
	Of clyents, to your lure.
Poore:	And being well lured,	50
	Ile cramm them soe they shall not breath to flight.
	Let's see they may doe well if more harsh fate
	Bite not our blooming fortunes.
Strange	beene ith fashion to
Poore.	Whilst wee, Apollo's children, wch are given
	To the true study of whats purely good,
	Share not the least part of it in effect.
	Our merits are defects, and only staines,
	Disgraces to mans glosse, in mans false eyes.
	The heaven of our glory shines no more,	60
	Than a faint candles light, in a proud sunn.
	Oh Iove! oh Iove! Why hast thou warn'd thy thunder[?]
	It should not dare to tough Apollo's tree?
	Yet suffrest vilder more inferiour stro<a>kes
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Fol. 22a
	To rend, and hammer his more loved children,
	To dust, to aire, to nothing, lesse then nothing.
Strang:	[f]                                                       for what they suffer
Poore:	Sr I have fellowe feeling of theire ills.
Strang	tis sacred truth.
Poore:	[O]                         O Sr beleeve him not	70
	He doth intice you to a dangerous ill
Sly:	Slight what doe you meane?
Poore	Hee is a strange hyaena
Sly:	You wont vndoe yourselfe
Poore	[A]                                  And drawes you on.
Stra:	wants much connexion
Poore	To losse
Strange:	of what?
Poore:	Your wealth and reputation.
	Riches are not more enimyes to heaven,	80
	then To our art.
Sly	honest men in as bare naps.
Poore	Our heaven of poetry cannot brooke such rivals,
	It is wellnigh[] prodigious they should meete,
	And or proceedes from a defect of wo<r>th,
	Or by excesse of some vild humour ioyned,
	Wch naturalists observe wthin theire subiects
	To cause a vitious forme; for more then perfect
	Is but a plurisy wch in wholsomest blood
	Breeds naught but malladyes, but being ill,	90
	It meerely is necessited to kill.
	You knowe the daunger Sr if you proceede
Strange:	You cannot fright mee.
Poore	Now comes your cue to speak goe on and roundly
Sly	not shewe his matchlesse skill
Poore:	You may proceed and hee may <w>inn by intising.
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Fol. 22b
	His more obdurate heart, each man doth live
	But by your pardon, you are much [deceaved] vnwise,
	If all his traines cann lead you to consent.
Strange:	vnto your art
	I cannot be disswaded                            .	100
Poore	then resolve
	To contemplation, for you must neglect
	All worldly matters, and be given to this,
	As to the sollidst earthly happinesse.
Strang	you knowe my minde
Poore:	And I will vndertake to give instructions
	In this quainte rhetoricke, and subtile logicke,
	And what I cann participat in naturals
	Shall not be wanting, since I knowe you firme
	Of good capacity and ingenuous.	110
Strange:	What I possesse
	Shall not be wanting to you