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The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)
The Whore of Babylon.
989Make away those 2. turne coates. Suite me next
990Like to a Sattin diuell (brauely) flie
993This very cap makes my head swell with wit.
995Bin mutinous, raild at the State, cursd peace:
996They walke with cro
s
s
e-armes, gaping for a day,
997Haue vnder-
shorde their eie-lids (like trap windows.)
998To keep them open, and with yawning eares,
1000Beat vp her drum: this lards me fat with laughter,
1002That are to bleed are mark'd: and all those doores,
1003Where ciuill Ma
s
s
acres, murders (di'd in graine)
1005Haue tokens
stamp'd on them (to make 'em knowne)
1006More dreadfull then the Bils that preach the plague:
1007From them, with oyl'd hammes (lap'd in seruile blew)
1009To liue things (made of clods) poore countrey sots,
1010And drunke they are: whole
shires with it do reele,
1013But poorely man'd, and cannot hold out long
1015Y'are a poore scholler?
1016
Campeius.
Yes.
1017
3. King.
What read you?
1018
Camp.
A booke.
1023
3. King.
What troubles you?
1024
Camp.
You trouble me: pray leaue me.
1026
Camp.
Say yee?
3. King.