A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 401 pages of information about A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2.

A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 401 pages of information about A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2.

Jay.  Shackles, gyves, and fetters enough!  I see none but these at your heeles, which come on without a shoeing horne.

Pike.  Yes, at my heart I weare them—­a wife & children (my poore Lambes at home); there’s a chaine of sighes and sobbes and sorrow, harder then any Iron; and this chaine is so long it reaches from Sherrys to Tavestock in Devonshire.

Jay.  That’s farre enough in Conscience.

Pike.  Could I shake those Chaines off I would cutt Capers:  poore Dick Pike would dance though Death pip’d to him; yes, and spitt in your Hangman’s face.

Jay.  Not too much of that nayther:  some 2 dayes hence he will give you a choake peare[39] will spoyle your spitting.

Pike.  Pheu!

Jay.  For, let me see, to-day is Sunday; to-morrow the Lords sitt, and then I must have a care—­a cruell care—­to have your leggs handsome and a new cleane ruff band about your necke, of old rusty iron; ’twill purge your choller.

Pike.  I, I, let it, let it:  Collers, halters, & hangmen are to me bracelets and frendly companions.

[Knocking-within.

Jay.  So hasty? stay my leasure.—­(Enter 2 fryers) Two fryers come to prepare you. [Exit.

I. Hayle, Countryman! for we, though fryers in Spaine, Were born in Ireland.

Pike.  Reverend sir, y’are welcome:  Too few such visitants, nay none at all, Have I seen in this damnable Limbo.

2.  Brother, take heed; doe not misuse that word Of Limbo.[40]

1.  Brother Pike, for so we heare, Men call you, we are come in pure devotion And charity to your soule, being thereto bound By holy orders of our mother Church.

Pike.  What to doe, pray, with me?[41]

1.  To point with our fingers
Out all such rockes, shelves, quicksands, gulfes, & shallowes
Lying in the sea through which you are to passe
In the most dangerous voyage you ere made: 
Eyther by our care to sett you safe on land,
Or, if you fly from us your heavenly pilotts,
Sure to be wrackt for ever.

Pike.  What must I doe?

2.  Confesse to one of us what rancke and foule impostumes Have bred about your soule.

1.  What Leprosies Have run ore all your Conscience.

2.  What hott feavers Now shake your peace of mind.

1.  For we are come To cure your old Corruptions.

2.  We are come To be your true and free Physitians.

1.  Without the hope of gold, to give you health.

2.  To sett you on your feete on the right way.

1.  To Palestine, the New Jerusalem.

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