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A20080	A rod for run-awayes Gods tokens, of his feareful iudgements, sundry wayes pronounced vpon this city, and on seuerall persons, both flying from it, and staying in it. Expressed in many dreadfull examples of sudden death ... By Tho. D.	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.	1625 (1625)	STC 6520; ESTC S105262	17,724	34

A Rod for Run-awayes Gods Tokens Of his feareful Iudgements sundry wayes pronounced vpon this City and on seuerall persons both flying from it and staying in it Expressed in many dreadfull Examples of sudden Death falne vpon both young and old within this City and the Suburbes in the Fields and open Streets to the terrour of all those who liue and to the warning of those who are to dye to be ready when God Almighty shall bee pleased to call them By THO. D. Lord haue mercy on London 〈…〉 London for Iohn Trundle and are to be sold 〈…〉 TO THE NOBLE Gentleman Mr. Thomas Gilham CHIRVRGIAN SIR IN this Vniuersall sicknesse giue mee leaue in a few Leaues to salute your Health and I am glad I can do so To whom in an Epidemiall confusion of Wounds should a man flye but to Physicke and Chirurgery In both which you haue skill In the last the World crownes your Fame as beeing a great Master Many of your excellent Pieces haue beene and are to bee seene in this City No Painter can shew the like no Limner come neere such curious Workemanship What you set out is truely to the life their 's but counterfeit I honour your Name your Art your Practice your profound Experience And to testifie I doe so let this poore Monument of my loue bee looked vpon and you shall finde it The Sender beeing sorry it is not worth your acceptation But if you thinke otherwise he shall be glad And euer rest at your seruice THO. Dekker To the Reader REader how farre soeuer thou art thou maist here see as through a Perspectiue-Glasse the miserable estate of London in this heauy time of contagion It is a picture not drawne to the life but to the death of aboue twelue thousand in lesse then six weekes If thou art in the Countrey cast thine eye towards vs here at home and behold what wee indure If as thou canst not choose thou art glad thou art out of this Tempest haue a care to man thy Ship well and doe not ouer-lade it with bad merchandize foule Sins when thou art bound for this place for all the danger will be at thy putting in The Rockes of insection lye hid in our deepe Seas and therefore it behoues thy soule to take heed what sayles she hoyses and thy body what Pylote it carries aboord Wee doe not thinke but numbers of you wish your selues here againe for your entertainement a far off cannot be courteous when euen not two miles from vs there is nothing but churlishnesse But it is to be feared some of you will get such falls in the Corne-Fields of the Country that you will hardly bee able without halting to walke vp and downe London But take good hearts and keepe good legges vnder you and be sure you haue hung strong Pad-lo●…es vpo●… your doores for in many Streetes there are none to guard your goods but the Houses themselues If one Shop be open sixteene in a row stand shut vp together and those that are open were as good to be shut for they take no Money None thriue but Apothecaries Butchers Cookes and Coffin-makers Coach-men ride a cock-horse and are so full of Iadish trickes that you cannot be iolted sixe miles from London vnder thirty or forty shillings Neuer was Hackney-flesh so deare Few woollen Drapers sel any Cloth but euery Church-yard is euery day full of linnen Drapers and the Earth is the great Warehouse which is piled vp with winding-sheetes To see a Rapier or Feather worne in London now is as strange as to meet a Low-countrey Souldier with Money in his Purse The walkes in Pauls are empty the walkes in London too wide here 's no lustling but the best is Cheape-side is a com fortable Garden where all Phisicke-Herbes grow Wee wish that you the Run-awayes would suffer the Market-Folkes to come to vs or that they had hearts to come for the Statute of fore-stalling is sued vpon you Wee haue lost your companies and not content with that you robbe vs of our victuals but when you come backe keepe open house to let in ayre and set good cheere on your Tables that we may bid you welcome Yours T. D. Gods Tokens Of His fearefull Iudgements WEE are now in a set Battaile the Field is Great Britaine the Vantguard which first stands the brunt of the Fight is London the Shires Counties and Countries round about are in danger to be prest to come vp in the Reare the King of Heauen and Earth is the Generall of the Army reuenging Angels his Officers his Indignation the Trumpet summoning and sounding the Alarum our innumerable sinnes his enemies and our Nation the Legions which he threatens to smite with Correction Sinne then being the quarrell and ground of this warre there is no standing against so inuincible a Monarch as God is no defending a matter so foule as our sinnes are Would you know how many Nations for sinne haue beene rooted vp and swept from the face of the earth that no memory of them is left but their name no glories of their Kings or great Cities remaining but only this Here they liued Here they stood Reade the Scriptures and euery Booke is full of such Histories euery Prophet sings songs of such lamentable desolations For Iehouah when he is angry holds three Whips in his hand and neuer drawes bloud with them but when our Faults are heauy our Crimes hainous and those three Whips are the Sword Pestilence and Famine What Country for sinne hath not smarted vnder these Ierusalem felt them all Let vs not trauell so farre as Ierusalem but come home looke vpon Christendome and behold Hungaria made desolate by sword and fire Poland beaten downe by battailes Russia by bloudy inuasions the Turke and Tartar haue here their insolent triumphs Looke vpon Denmarke Sweden and those Easterne Countries How often hath the voice of the Drumme called them vp Euen now at this houre the Marches are there beating How hath the Sword mowed downe the goodly Fields of Italy What Massacres hath in our memory beene in France Oh Germany what foundations of bloud haue thy Cities beene drowned in what horrors what terrors what hellish inuentions haue not warre found out to destroy thy buildings demollish thy Free States and vtterly to confound thy 17. Prouinces Gods three whips haue printed deepe markes on thy shoulders the Sword for many yeeres together hath cut thy people in pieces Famine hath beene wearied with eating vp thy children and is not yet satisfied the Pestitence hath in many of thy Townes in many of thy Sieges and Leagers plaid the terrible Tyrant In all these thy miseries the Spaniard hath had his triumphs his Fire-brands haue been flung about to kindle and feede all thy burnings his furies haue for almost foure score yeeres stood and still stand beating at the Anuils and forging Thunder-bolts to batter thee and all thy neighbouring Kingdomes in pieces

is not safe to kisse Lightning mocke at Thunder or dally with diuine Iudgements The Bells euen now toll and ring out in mine eares so that here againe and againe I could terrifie you with sad Relations An ample Volume might be sent downe to you in the Country of dismall and dreadfull Accidents not onely here within London but more in the Townes round about vs. Death walkes in euery street How many step out of their Beds into their Coffins And albeit no man at any time is assured of life yet no man within the memory of man was euer so neere death as now because he that breakes his fast is dead before dinner and many that dine neuer eat supper more Let these then as terrifying Scourges serue to admonish the proudest of vs all to haue a care to our footing lest we fall suddenly How many euery day drop downe staggering being strucke with infection in the open Streets What numbers breathe their last vpon Stalles How many creepe into Eatries and Stables and there dye How many lye languishing in the common High-wayes and in the open Fields on Pads of Straw end their miserable liues vnpittyed vnrelieued vnknowne The great God of mercy defend vs all from sudden death and so defend you the rich Run-awayes at your comming backe to this desolate and forsaken City that as you fled hence to scape the Stroke of Contagion you bring not nor lay heauier strokes of mortality and misery vpon vs when you returne to your Houses It so fell out in the last great time of Pestilence at the death of the Queene and comming in of the King The Weekes did rize in their numbers of dead as the numbers of the liuing did increase who then came flocking to Towne As the fresh houses were filled with their old Owners so new Graues were opened for the fresh commers A heauy and sad welcome they had at home after their peaceable being in the Countrey and how could it happen otherwise They went out in haste in hope to preuent death in iollity to preserue life But when they came backe then began their terrours then their torments The first foot they sit out of their Countrey-Habitations was to them a first step to their Graues the neerer to London the neerer to death As condemned persons going to execution haue oftentimes good colour in their faces cheerefull contenances and manly lookes all the way that they are going but the neerer and neerer they approch the place where they are to leaue the World the greater are their feares the paler they looke the more their hearts tremble so did it fare with Londoners in those dayes but we that are heere pray that you may speed better that you may returne full of health full of wealth full of prosperity that your Houses may bee as Temples to you your Chambers as Sanctuaries that your Neighbours Kindred Friends and acquaintance may giue you ioyfull and hearty welcomes that the City may not mourne then for your thronging in vpon it as shee lamented to behold you in shoales forsaking her in her tribulation but that God would be pleased to nayle our sinnes vpon the Crosse of his Sonne Christ Iesus restore vs to his mercy render vs a Nation worthy of his infinite blessings and plucking in his reuengefull Arme from striking vs downe continually into Graues wee all abroad and at home in Countrey and City may meete and imbrace one another and sing an Allelniah to his Name FINIS Sinne the cause of the Plague All Nations upon earth punished for sinne Gods three whips Hungary Poland Russia Denmarke Sweden Norway c. It●…y France The miseries of ●…ermany 〈…〉 for them Englands security Gods three whips ready to scourge England Sin the offence It is not the numerous multitude of people causeth the Plague The number that dyed When Queene Elizabeth dyed Sinnes like the Bels neuer lie still The Plague dreadfull for three causes How the rich are buried How the poor ●… Newes for Run-awayes Much wayling ●…ttle weeping Thursday the ●…1 of Iuly Coffins and corslcts No gates keepe out Thunder The rich fly the poore dye London growes leaues The Countrie too f●… Both sicke of 〈◊〉 disease Foure thousand doores shut vp Foure thousand cro●…es set 〈◊〉 Now to the Run-awayes We may flye and we may not flye Londoners must not liue vpon dead pay The poore perish The Prisoners pine And Run-awaies all in long of you A new policy good for the City A Phoenix in London Shops shut vp Schooles shut vp Our s●…es stand open A Festiuall Fasting No 〈◊〉 with 〈◊〉 G●… must haue faire p●…ay A wound well cared for is balse cured Angels are Heauens Harbingers and appoynt our Lodgings A Londoner a Bugbeare A digression a little merrily taxing the inciuility of the common people The old Brittaines opprest by the Pictes call in the Saxons The Country people the bold Brittaines W●… of Moneys are the Pictes and Londoners the Saxons at first called in but now they care not if the Diuell fetched them Ouerthr●… horse and foot The foolish feare of the Corydons An Essex Calfe killed without a Butcher Sparrowblastings A Hounds-ditch Broker entertained like a brother This was aboue threescore in the hundred The wisdome of Pancridge-Parish The world is altered with Londoners A Retreate founded There be Iuries enough to sweare bis To wash money is against the Statute Burials still passing Bels still going Churchyards still receiving Graues still gaping for more The horrors of the tune A woman and her childe A Souldier A Flax-man A country fellow Another A woman in Barbican Whosoeuer in my Name giue●… a cup of cold water c. T is the Prey makes the Thiefe A Gentleman in Thames street A Kentish tale but truer then those of Changers Thirty pound 〈◊〉 lost well recouered The like was done three and twenty yeeres agoe Madnesse in merriment ●…iserable obiects Merry mornings goe before sad euenings