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    <td><strike>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strike> honest men in as bare naps. </td>
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<td>Poore</td>
    <td>Our heaven of poetry cannot brooke such rivals, </td>
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    <td>It is wellnigh[] prodigious they should meete, </td>
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    <td>And or proceedes from a defect of wo<r>th, </td>
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    <td>Or by excesse of some vild humour ioyned, </td>
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    <td>W<sup>ch</sup> naturalists observe w<sup>th</sup>in theire subiects </td>
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    <td>To cause a vitious forme; for more then perfect </td>
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    <td>Is but a plurisy w<sup>ch</sup> in wholsomest blood </td>
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    <td>Breeds naught but malladyes, but being ill, </td>
    <td> 90 </td>
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    <td>It meerely is necessited to kill. </td>
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    <td>You knowe the daunger S<sup>r</sup> if you proceede </td>
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<td>Strange:</td>
    <td><strike>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strike> You cannot fright mee. </td>
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<td>Poore</td>
    <td>Now comes your cue to speak goe on and roundly </td>
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<td>Sly</td>
    <td><strike>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strike> not shewe his matchlesse skill </td>
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<td>Poore:</td>
    <td>You may proceed and hee may <w>inn by intising. </td>
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    <th>Fol. 22<sup>b</sup></th>
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    <td>His more obdurate heart, each man doth live</td>
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    <td> But by your pardon, you are much [deceaved] vnwise,</td>
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    <td>If all his traines cann lead you to consent. </td>
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<td>Strange:</td>
    <td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strike>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strike> vnto your art </td>
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    <td></td>
    <td> I cannot be disswaded <strike>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strike>.</td>
    <td> 100 </td>
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<td>Poore</td>
    <td><strike>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strike> then resolve </td>
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    <td> To contemplation, for you must neglect </td>
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    <td> All worldly matters, and be given to this,</td>
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    <td> As to the sollidst earthly happinesse. </td>
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<td>Strang</td>
    <td><strike>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strike> you knowe my minde </td>
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<td>Poore:</td>
    <td> And I will vndertake to give instructions </td>
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    <td> In this quainte rhetoricke, and subtile logicke, </td>
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    <td> And what I cann participat in naturals </td>
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    <td> Shall not be wanting, since I knowe you firme </td>
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    <td> Of good capacity and ingenuous. </td>
    <td> 110 </td>
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<td>Strange:</td>
    <td><strike>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strike> What I possesse </td>
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    <td> Shall not be wanting to you </td>

Revision as of 21:18, 1 December 2015

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


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


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.


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