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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62319	Typhon, or, The gyants war with the gods a mock-poem, in five canto's.; Typhon. English	Scarron, Monsieur, 1610-1660.; Phillips, John, 1631-1706.	1665 (1665)	Wing S836A; ESTC R11955	29,515	168

a passage tell Of what had formerly befel When now it came to jocund Priest Most ready to oblige the rest For he of all was much the lesser He story told of predecessor Silence he crav'd and did prevail Then thus began THE PARSONS TALE A crafty man in Country-town Had wife was of a comely brown And lov'd by neighbour-Parson who At vacant hours came there to woo The husband knowing Parson Fulpit Ycleped so in fleshly Pulpit Was wont to preach casts how to catch Them both and thus contrives his watch Sweetheart quoth he my business says I must go travel seven days Nay quoth the wife if so you do Why may not I go travel too Then as was wont came in the Parson Spies Chair and Cushion sets his arse-on Quoth wife to Priest My husband Sir Is taking journey I infer Then cry'd the Parson he hath cause The husband after making pause Which shew'd he was in minde perplext That Priest should chuse his wife for text He doth befit himself with speed Gives kiss to wife and mounts his steed The Parson then and wife by joynt Consent begin to handle point Thought of a Chamber went into 't As best befitting close dispute What were the arguments befel I make no doubt but you can tell But one thing should not be forgotten The Parsons principles were rotten A Sceptick or as Martial saith A wanderer with waving faith Fickle when he swore he loved Beyond or Aretine or Ovid. But th' honest man whose mind did burn As he intended made return Sees wife and Parson both withdrawn Peeps and spies Priest in sleeves of Lawn As he suppos'd but 't was his Shirt Nor had he Girdle to begirt But as in Country-town no watch Is us'd so door had onely latch Which having lifted up he enters And first upon his wife adventers So having chid and scorn'd mockt her Leaves her and thus accosteth Doctor Come now Sir Leacher you that stand With Shirt on back and Cloaths in hand Deliver habit or at once This Penknife sharp shall off with stones The Parson who was sore affright As doubting whether man or spright Admir'd to see the husband come Who just before was gone from home But whether 't was through fear or cold It matters not his hands unfold And down apparel falls The man That stood with knife in hand began To lay them by which having done Cries Parson sure as mothers son Thus naked without Cloathes or Crutch You shall immediately to Church And there do Penance thus in white Quoth Parson vowing By this light I 'd rather die good neighbour chuse Some other Penance I 'll refuse Nothing that you 'll impose provided You will not see your friend derided On that the husband makes behest To wife to reach him key of Chest With it doth straightway Chest unlock And makes the Parson put in Cock And having us'd an art to fasten Priest Cock-sure he away doth hasten To Penknife which he hard by laid That made the Parson sore afraid He puts the knife in Parsons hand And caus'd his wife by his command To fire the Chest for you must know On purpose it was fill'd with tow The Chest on fire both man and wife Leave Parson there with Cock and Knife Run out of doors and make a noise By crying Fire That dreadful voice Rais'd all the Parish and as Torch Might guide them unto what did scorch The Parson in they ran but cry'd Neighbours beware we shall be fry'd Or else if fire make house to fall 'T will surely be the death of all The Parson who had heard them coming 'Twixt shame synging left his humming Takes knife and with a valiant slash Brings body off but leaves poor Swash Amidst the angry flames to fry Judge did not Swash a Martyr die He hanged was and quarter'd too And he was burnt but I should do Much wrong to Parson and to Cocks Should I maintain a Paradox Just now a messenger brings word Typhon did mean with fire and sword With clubs with staves other weapon Visit the Gods and warfare keep-on Sends thus to Iove In spight of 's nose In heav'n he 'd suddenly ●epose To that same end it was his will Mountain should bear the weight of hill Great Oss on Pelion should stand That heaven might be toucht with hand These News it seems were very true For Typhon and his Gyant-crew Had ransackt wood throughout and round But th' devil a God was to be found And were come back to mighty hill To Crane it up by strength and skill On th' other and about threescore Of hills but less then those before Were got already on a heap Then Iove who fetcht a sigh most deep Reply'd We then will take our lot But beat the Iron while it 's hot Though they are Gyants great and tall Their clambring may produce a fall And the event may make it plain They 're hastie onely to be slain My son we 'll stop their course before Upon those hills they set up more For if we all ere they surmise Fall on we cannot miss the Prize Hercules fingers itch to be In action Th' other Gods who see His courage 'gin to banish fear Take heart a-grace and prick up ear Quoth Hercules My Club's a tongue That can both speak and right a wrong Moreover quoth the lofty Yonker I scorn to go to fight but conquer Then up they get on legs again ' Boldly to follow their Chieftain Who leads them on through thick thin Sometimes up almost to the chin I will not be so tedious as To give relation how it was With all the Gods or any one Or whether they had horse or none Or rode on Elephants or Camels Whether they crost brooks ponds or chanels We will suppose them now to be Arriv'd beneath a spreading tree Resting themselves for half an hour Not far from Gyant Typhon's Tow'r That time expir'd Iove rouzes up Calls for some Wine and drinks a Cup Chuses a lustie Bolt of Thunder Did you but see it you would wonder Out of a Cart-load they had brought From Memphis Bolts but newly wrought By Vulcan's own hand therefore good Hercules who by 's Daddy stood Takes up his weapon and by night They march till they approached right Against the place where Typhon lay Asleep Without the least delay Iupiter primes his Bolt so great From him the standers by retreat For fear of harm and Iove himself Was wary to avoid that shelf By which so many had been split For in his anger he had wit No God though young or old in years Should Thunder flie about his ears But 〈…〉 e fear'd and days of yore 〈…〉 nder never saw before 〈…〉 Iove holds it on the right Then suddenly as full of fright He changes it unto the left Then spying that the ground was cleft On which he stood he fastens it W●●hin the same all being fit He puts his Match upon a Spire 〈…〉 rcht out presenting fire