She knockes again with might and maine, How now, quoth fhe, thou drunken afs; 35 With thy two daughters thou didst lye, 7 On them two baftardes got. Who calleth there; quoth Judith then, 40 You were more kinde, good Sir, the fayd, The woman's mad, quoth Solomon, That thus doth taunt a king. Not half fo mad as you, fhe fayd I trowe, in manye a thing. Thou hadft feven hundred wives at once, For whom thou didst provide; And yet, god wot, three hundred whores And they made thee forfake thy God, 60 65 Thou whore-fon run-away, quoth she, 75 Thou diddeft more amifs. They fay' quoth Thomas, womens tongues Of afpen-leaves are made. Thou unbelieving wretch, quoth the, All is not true that's fayd. 80 When When Mary Magdalen heard her then, She came unto the gate. Quoth fhe, good woman, you must think No finner enters in this place Quoth Mary Magdalene. Then 'Twere ill for you, fair mistress mine, She anfwered her agen: You for your honeftye, quoth fhe, 85 Had not our Saviour Christ come by, 90 Remember, Paul, what thou hast done, All through a lewd defire : How thou didst perfecute God's church, With wrath as hot as fire, L 3 100 Then Then up ftarts Peter at the last, And to the gate he hies : Fond fool, quoth the, knock not fo fast, Thou wearieft Chrift with cries. Peter, faid fhe, content thyfelfe, As thou thyfelfe haft done. When as our Saviour Chrift heard this, He comes unto this finful foul ; Who trembled at his fight. Of him for mercye fhe did crave. Quoth he, thou haft refus'd My proffer'd grace, and mercy both, Sore have I finned, Lord, the fayd, And spent my time in vaine; But bring me like a wandring sheepe Into thy fold againe.. O Lord my God, I will amend My former wicked vice : The thief for one poor filly word Paft into paradise. 105 110 115 120 125 My My lawes and my commandiments, Saith Chrift, were knowne to thee; But of the fame in any wife, Not yet one word did yee. I grant the fame, O Lord, quoth the; Most lewdly did I live But yet the loving father did His prodigal fon forgive. So I forgive thy foul, he fayd, 130 135 140 XIII. DULCIN A. Given from two ancient copies, one in black-print, in the Pepys collection; the other in the editor's folio MS. The fourth ftanza is not found in MS, and Jeems redundant. This fong is quoted as very popular in Walton's Compleat Angler, chap. 2. It is more ancient than the song of RoBIN GOOD-FELLow printed below, which yet is fuppofed to have been written by Ben Jonfon. S at noone Dulcina refted In her sweete and fhady bower ; Came a fhepherd, and requested |