The evidence on the dating of the poem is ambiguous: an early manuscript annotation says "anno 1594,” suggesting it was written in that year, but "the loss of Amyens" in line 114 took place in March 1597. This text comes from the edition of 1631, but introduces a few readings from other texts. The deleted verses at lines 134-36 are restored.
Well; I may now receive,° and die; My sinne | take communion | |
Indeed is great, but I have beene in | ||
A Purgatorie, such as fear’d hell is | ||
A recreation, and scant map of this. | ||
5 | My minde, neither with prides itch, nor yet hath been | |
Poyson’d with love to see, or to bee seene, | ||
I had no suit there, nor new suite to shew, | ||
Yet went to Court; But as Glaze which did goe | ||
To Masse in jest, catch’d,° was faine° to disburse° | arrested — willing — pay out | |
10 | The hundred markes, which is the Statutes curse; | |
Before he scapt, So’it pleas’d my destinie | ||
(Guilty of my sin of going,) to thinke me | ||
As prone to all ill, and of good as forget- | ||
full, as proud, as lustfull, and as much in debt, | ||
15 | As vaine, as witlesse, and as false as they | |
Which dwell in Court, for once going that way. | ||
Therefore I suffered this; Towards me did runne | ||
A thing more strange, then on Niles slime, the Sunne | ||
E’r bred, or all which into Noahs Arke came: | ||
20 | A thing, which would have pos’d° Adam to name, | confused |
Stranger then seaven Antiquaries studies, | ||
Then Africks Monsters, Guianaes rarities, | ||
Stranger then strangers; One, who for a Dane, | ||
In the Danes Massacre had sure beene slaine, | ||
25 | If he had liv’d then; And without helpe dies, | |
When next the Prentises ’gainst Strangers rise. | ||
One, whom the watch at noone lets scarce goe by, | ||
One, to whom, the examining Justice sure would cry, | ||
Sir, by your priesthood tell me what you are. | ||
30 | His cloths were strange, though coarse; & black, though bare; | |
Sleevelesse his jerkin° was, and it had beene | short jacket | |
Velvet, but ’twas now (so much ground was seene) | ||
Become Tufftaffatie;° and our children shall | glossy silk | |
See it plaine Rashe° awhile, then nought at all. | silk-like fabric | |
35 | This thing hath travail’d, and saith, speakes all tongues | |
And only knoweth what to all States belongs, | ||
Made of th’Accents, and best phrase of all these, | ||
He speakes one language; If strange meats° displease, | foods | |
Art can deceive, or hunger force my tast, | ||
40 | But Pedants motley tongue, souldiers bumbast,° | nonsense |
Mountebankes° drugtongue,° nor the termes of law | quack doctors — sales talk | |
Are strong enough preparatives, to draw | ||
Me to beare this, yet I must be content | ||
With his tongue: in his tongue, call’d complement: | ||
45 | In which he can win widdowes, and pay scores,° | bills |
Make men speake treason, cosen° subtlest whores, | cheat | |
Out-flatter favorites, or outlie either | ||
Jovius, or Surius, or both together. | ||
He names mee, and comes to mee; I whisper, God! | ||
50 | How have I sinn’d, that thy wraths furious rod, | |
This fellow chuseth me? He saith, Sir, | ||
I love your judgement; Whom doe you prefer, | ||
For the best linguist? And I seelily° | innocently | |
Said, that I thought Calepines Dictionarie; | ||
55 | Nay, but of men, most sweet Sir. Beza° then, | Protestant theologian |
Some Jesuites, and two reverend men | ||
Of our two Academies,° I named; There | Oxford and Cambridge | |
He stopt mee, and said; Nay, your Apostles were | ||
Good pretty linguists, and so Panirge was; | ||
60 | Yet a poore gentleman; All these may passe | |
By travaile. Then, as if he would have sold | ||
His tongue, he praised it, and such words told | ||
That I was faine to say, If you’had liv’d, Sir, | ||
Time enough to have beene Interpreter | ||
65 | To Babells bricklayers, sure the Tower had stood. | |
He adds, If of court life you knew the good, | ||
You would leave lonelinesse; I said, not alone° | unique | |
My lonelinesse is, but Spartanes fashion, | ||
To teach by painting drunkards, doth not last | ||
70 | Now; Aretines pictures have made few chast;° | chaste |
No more can Princes courts, though there be few | ||
Better pictures of vice, teach me vertue; | ||
He, like to a high stretcht lute string squeakt, O Sir, | ||
’Tis sweet to talke of Kings. At Westminster, | ||
75 | Said I, The man that keepes the Abbey tombes, | |
And for his price doth with who ever comes, | ||
Of all our Harries, and our Edwards talke, | ||
From King to King and all their kin can walke: | ||
Your eares shall heare nought, but Kings; your eyes meet | ||
80 | Kings only; The way to it, is Kingstreet. | |
He smack’d,° and cry’d, He’s base, Mechanique,° coarse, | clapped — of a workman | |
So are all your Englishmen in their discourse. | ||
Are not your Frenchmen neate? Fine, as you see, | ||
I have but one frenchman, looke, hee followes mee. | ||
85 | Certes° they are neatly cloth’d. I, of this minde am, | certainly |
Your only wearing is your Grogaram;° | heavy silk | |
Not so Sir, I have more. Under this pitch | ||
He would not flie; I chaff’d° him; But as Itch | teased | |
Scratch’d into smart, and as blunt iron grown’d | ||
90 | Into an edge, hurts worse: So, I foole found, | |
Crossing hurt mee; To fit my sullennesse, | ||
He to another key, his stile doth addresse. | ||
And askes, what newes? I tell him of new playes. | ||
He takes my hand, and as a Still,° which staies | alchemical device | |
95 | A Sembriefe,° ’twixt each drop, he nigardly, | musical whole note |
As loth to enrich mee, so tells many a lie, | ||
More then ten Hollensheads, or Halls, or Stowes, | ||
Of triviall houshold trash; He knowes; He knowes | ||
When the Queene frown’d, or smil’d, and he knowes what | ||
100 | A subtle States-man may gather of that; | |
He knowes who loves; whom; and who by poyson | ||
Hasts to an Offices reversion;° | succession to official position | |
He knowes who’hath sold his land, and now doth beg | ||
A licence, old iron, bootes, shooes, and egge- | ||
105 | shels to transport; Shortly boyes shall not play | |
At span-counter, or blow-point, but shall pay | ||
Toll to some Courtier; And wiser then all us, | ||
He knowes what Ladie is not painted;° Thus | wearing makeup | |
He with home-meats° tries me; I belch, spue, spit, | domesetic gossip | |
110 | Looke pale, and sickly, like a Patient; Yet | |
He thrusts on more; And as if he’undertooke | ||
To say Gallo-Belgicus° without booke° | guide to current events — by heart | |
Speakes of all States, and deeds, that hath been since | ||
The Spaniards came, to the losse of Amyens. | ||
115 | Like a bigge wife,° at sight of loathed meat,° | pregnant woman — food |
Readie to travaile: So I sigh, and sweat | ||
To heare this Makeron° talke in vaine: For yet, | rude man | |
Either my humour, or his owne to fit, | ||
He like a priviledg’d spie, whom nothing can | ||
120 | Discredit, Libells now ’gainst each great man. | |
He names a price for every office paid; | ||
He saith, our warres thrive ill, because delai’d; | ||
That offices are entail’d, and that there are | ||
Perpetuities of them, lasting as farre | ||
125 | As the last day; And that great officers, | |
Doe with the Pirates share, and Dunkirkers. | ||
Who wasts in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes; | ||
Who loves Whores, who boyes, and who goats. | ||
I more amas’d then Circes prisoners, when | ||
130 | They felt themselves turne beasts, felt my selfe then | |
Becomming Traytor, and mee thought I saw | ||
One of our Giant Statutes ope his jaw | ||
To sucke me in, for hearing him. I found | ||
That as burnt venome Leachers doe grow sound | ||
135 | By giving others their soares, I might grow | |
Guilty, and he free: Therefore I did shew | ||
All signes of loathing; But since I am in, | ||
I must pay mine, and my forefathers sinne | ||
To the last farthing;° Therefore to my power | quarter-penny | |
140 | Toughly and stubbornly I beare this crosse; But the’houre | |
Of mercy now was come; He tries to bring | ||
Me to pay a fine to scape his torturing, | ||
And saies, Sir, can you spare me; I said, willingly; | ||
Nay, Sir, can you spare me a crowne?° Thankfully I | 5 shillings (¼ of a pound) | |
145 | Gave it, as Ransome; But as fidlers, still, | |
Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will | ||
Thrust one more jigge upon you: so did hee | ||
With his long complementall thankes vexe me. | ||
But he is gone, thankes to his needy want, | ||
150 | And the prerogative of my Crowne: Scant | |
His thankes were ended, when I, (which did see | ||
All the court fill’d with more strange things then hee) | ||
Ran from thence with such or more hast, then one | ||
Who feares more actions,° doth hast from prison; | lawsuits | |
155 | At home in wholesome solitarinesse | |
My precious soule began, the wretchednesse | ||
Of suiters at court to mourne, and a trance | ||
Like his, who dreamt he saw hell, did advance | ||
It selfe on mee, Such men as he saw there, | ||
160 | I saw at court, and worse, and more; Low feare | |
Becomes° the guiltie, not the accuser; Then, | is suitable for | |
Shall I, nones slave, of high borne, or rais’d men | ||
Feare frownes? And, my Mistresse Truth, betray thee | ||
To huffing, braggart, puft Nobility. | ||
165 | No, no, Thou which since yesterday hast beene | |
Almost about the whole world, hast thou seene, | ||
O Sunne, in all thy journey, Vanitie, | ||
Such as swells the bladder° of our court? I | balloon | |
Thinke he which made your waxen garden, and | ||
170 | Transported it from Italy to stand | |
With us, at London, flouts our Presence, for | ||
Just such gay painted things, which no sappe, nor | ||
Tast have in them, ours are, And naturall° | illegitimate | |
Some of the stocks are, their fruits, bastard all. | ||
175 | ’Tis ten a clock and past; All whom the Mues,° | stables |
Baloune, Tennis, Dyet, or the stewes,° | brothels | |
Had all the morning held, now the second | ||
Time made ready, that day, in flocks, are found | ||
In the Presence, and I, (God pardon mee.) | ||
180 | As fresh, and sweet their Apparrells be, as bee | |
The fields they sold to buy them; For a King | ||
Those hose are, cry the flatterers; And bring | ||
Them next weeke to the Theatre to sell; | ||
Wants reach all states; Me seemes° they doe as well | it seems to me | |
185 | At stage, as court; All are players, who e’r lookes | |
(For themselves dare not goe) o’r Cheapside books, | ||
Shall finde their wardrops Inventory; Now, | ||
The Ladies come; As Pirats, which doe know | ||
That there came weak ships fraught with Cutchannel,° | expensive red dye | |
190 | The men board them; and praise, as they thinke, well, | |
Their beauties; they the mens wits; Both are bought. | ||
Why good wits ne’r weare scarlet gownes, I thought | ||
This cause, These men, mens wits for speeches buy, | ||
And women buy all reds which scarlets die.° | dye | |
195 | He call’d her beauty limetwigs,° her haire net. | traps for birds |
She feares her drugs° ill laid,° her haire loose set; | cosmetics — applied | |
Would not Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine, | ||
From hat, to shooe, himselfe at doore refine, | ||
As if the Presence were a Moschite,° and lift | mosque | |
200 | His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift,° | confession |
Making them confesse not only mortall | ||
Great staines and holes in them; but veniall | ||
Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate. | ||
And then by Durers rules survay the state | ||
205 | Of his each limbe, and with strings the odds° tries | proportions |
Of his neck to his legge, and wast to thighes. | ||
So in immaculate clothes, and Symetrie | ||
Perfect as circles, with such nicetie | ||
As a young Preacher at his first time goes | ||
210 | To preach, he enters, and a Lady which owes | |
Him not so much as good will, he arrests,° | catches | |
And unto her protests° protests protests | declares his love | |
So much as at Rome would serve to have throwne | ||
Ten Cardinalls into the Inquisition; | ||
215 | And whisperd by Jesu, so often, that A | |
Pursevant would have ravish’d him away | ||
For saying of our Ladies psalter;° But ’tis fit | the Rosary | |
That they each other plague, they merit it. | ||
But here comes Glorius that will plague them both, | ||
220 | Who, in the other extreme, only doth | |
Call a rough carelessenesse, good fashion; | ||
Whose cloak his spurres teare; whom he spits on | ||
He cares not, His ill words doe no harme | ||
To him; he rusheth in, as if arme, arme, | ||
225 | He meant to crie; And though his face be as ill | |
As theirs which in old hangings° whip Christ, yet still | tapestries | |
He strives to looke worse, he keepes all in awe; | ||
Jeasts like a licenc’d foole, commands like law. | ||
Tyr’d, now I leave this place, and but pleas’d so | ||
230 | As men from gaoles to’execution goe, | |
Goe through the great chamber (why is it hung | ||
With the seaven deadly sinnes being among | ||
Those Askaparts, men big enough to throw | ||
Charing Crosse for a barre, men that doe know | ||
235 | No token° of worth, but Queenes man, and fine | sign |
Living barrells of beefe, flaggons of wine. | ||
I shooke like a spyed Spie; Preachers which are | ||
Seas of Wits and Arts, you can, then dare, | ||
Drowne the sinnes of this place, for, for mee | ||
240 | Which am but a scarce° brooke, it enough shall bee | meager |
To wash the staines away; though I yet | ||
With Macchabees modestie, he knowne merit | ||
Of my worke lessen: yet some wise man shall, | ||
I hope, esteeme my writs Canonicall. |