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The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)
The Whore of Babylon.
1105As you now haue, I fought with, conquered them,
1106Got to the highe
st bough, eat of the fruit,
1107And gathered of the seauen-fold leaues of Art,
1108What I de
sir'd; and yet for all the Moones
1109That I haue seene waxe olde, and pine for anger,
1110I had outwatched them: and for all the candles
1111I wa
sted out on long, and frozen nights,
1112To thaw them into day; I fild my head
1115And neuer could get out of such a gowne.
1117
3. King.
By changing Aire:
1118The god of waues wa
sht of my pouertie,
1120Whose beames begat me gold.
1122I am nail'd downe by wilfull beggerie,
1123Yet feele not where it enters: like a horse
1124My hoofes are par'd to 'th quicke) euen til they bleed)
1125To make me runne from hence, yet this Tortois
shell,
1126(My countrey) lies so heauy on my backe,
1129
3. King.
Countrey!
1130
Camp.
Shee hangs
1131Her owne brats at her backe, to teach them begge,
1133
3. King.
Yet your countrey.
1135My parents spent not wealth on me to this,
1136I will not
stay here long.
1137
3. King.
Doe not.
1138
Camp.
Beeing hence,
1140This Fairie land, for not rewarding merit:
1141If euer I come backe Ile be a Calthrop
1142To pricke my countries feet, that tread on me.
Camp.
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