of Sodom's great its dreadful Cry Hath long since sounded in my Ears now I Am come to see armed an angry Judge Without repentance there is no refuge But Fire and Brimstone from the Lord shall fall And shall consume those cursed Cities all Ab. Wilt thou not then the righteous in it spare Ang. Thou know'st long since that great my Mercies are Ab. If there be Fifty righteous in the place Shall not thy Justice run a slower pace Art thou not of the World the holy Judge If thou do otherwayes 't will make men grudge We do confess thou' rt infinit in Might Yet let the Judge of all the World do right Ang. It Fifty in it be I will return And for their sakes I 'le not at this time burn The Cities Ab. Since thou a gracious Ear do'st to me lend Who am but dust and ashes I 'le yet spend Some of the breath thou giv'st me and desire That if there want five yet that dreadful fire May not be kindled Ang. If but five there lack Of fifty I 'le not burn it for their sake Ab. What if but fourty Lord what wilt thou do Ang. For fourtie's sake I 'le spare the Cities too Ab. I plead for mercy let not anger burn If thirty there be found wilt thou return Ang. Yes Ab. But if twenty * Justi Just Persons Just do there remain Ang. For twentie's sake I also will refrain Ab. Let not my Lord be angry this once more I 'le speak What if you find but half a score Speak Lord a grac'ous answer let me hear Ang. Ev'n for Ten 's sake I also will forbear Now get thee home I 'le make no more delay The Angels at Lot's house do for me stay Chorus Mamre from henceforth let thy grove Renowned be because Jehove Daigned to rest in thy cool shade And with our Master Dinner had Cake Milk and Butter sav'ry meat Two Angels with their Lord did eat Which done Jehovah did requite Old Abram 's kindness whose delight Is to refresh the weary Stranger And to relieve the weak from danger The fear of God he alwayes keeps Sure when he either wakes or sleeps El-Shaddai in his faithful Eye Is all-sufficient Treasurie He with the Lord a Cov'nant made And he with him Jehovah said Walk me before and perfect be Then I no good will hold from thee Of Children thou complains thy Wife According to the time of life At my return a Son shall bear To usher in the next new Year Our Mistress needs not doubt the thing That 's promised by Salem's King Let her laugh on but not distrust What Heaven sayes fulfilled must Be see how on her Marble face A rich Vermilion taketh place The Rose and Lilie are at strife Who shall have most in Abram's Wife Her shaking hands and feeble knees Put on their youthful Liveries And is not Abram altered Since t'other day the Angels fed At 's Table Doth not ev'ry feature In 's Face declare a God of Nature Quick eye quick ears and nimble feet Strong legs and armes do not ye see 't 'T is said that Eggles onely do Renew their ageâ—â—â— Abra'm too Go happy Couple let your new Rais'd vigour unto the World shew A resurrection from the dead In both of you by promis'd seed Isma'l thou must give o're to hope That thou shalt be our Fam'lies prop Thy Mother Hagar must forbear O're Abra'ms Wife to domineer It is not fit that hand-maid-drudges Should be of Mistris actions Judges If she intends to live in ease She must her grieved Mistriss please And thou thy unborn Brother serve Or be cast out o' th' house and starve For we are sure to have an Heir Of whose Flesh God will take a share And in it die that we may live To whom Let 's ever praises give Angels Lot Lot's Wife Ang. Father pray tell us what is this Town 's name Lot 'T is sinful Sodom too well known by fame That hath already flown o're earth to heav'n Ang. Pray what a clock Lot My Lords 't is almost Ev'n Ang. Can strangers any entertainment find Lot Yes Sir with me if you to stay have mind Ang. Is there no house in Town but yours that 's civil Lot None none My Lords all imitate the Devil Ang. Then what of this bad City will become Lot If God be Just 't wil have a sudden doom Ang. What Judgment 's fittest think'st thou for their Sin Lot Brimstone and fire suits best those burn'd within With lust unnat'ral Ang. If it should be so What wilt thou do think'st thou to perish too Lot No Sir I do not he whom I do serve Will send his holy Angels to preserve Me as from sin so from the punishment That from the Heav'ns on Sodom will be sent My Lords come in we 'll talk more in the house For when night comes our streets are very loose You shall this once take harbour here with me Nor shall you leave my Cottage till you see Next morning Sun Here 's water wash your feet My Wife and Daughters shall take care for meat Ang. Sir your good nature merits well of us Yet will the Street be better than the house There we will stay Lot My Lords that must not be You shall have welcome pray turn in with me The ends I have upon you are but civil Then if I urge you must not take it evil This is a cursed Town and if you be Wrong'd in the street the blame will lye on me Wife try thy skill see if thou canst perswade These men we never yet such Lodgers had If God in likeness of a man may be The man that speaketh most must needs be he Lot's Wife Husband were I such as the Town affords I might invite them with such Sugar'd words As neither I nor they I think approve Flatt'ry I hate if they become in Love They will not pass our Door come good my Lords My civil actions shall confirm my words Ang. Your courteous invitations take a place With us Lot My Lords I 'm glad I have found grace To Lodge such persons as you seem to be And that you 'll eat such victuals as you see Chorus Our hearts are griev'd to see Those Men in Jeopardy Who Lodge with Father Lot On him will lye a blot Who doth them entertain If they shall now sustaine Any harm in the night By the Sodomits might The Town already knows And have made bitter vows That before the Sun rise They will secure the prize If Heav'n come to their aid They will not be affraid Where Lust doth rage and swell There is no thought of Hell No Monsters liker unto Devills be Than men giv'n up to filthy Sodomie Sodomites Lots Sons Lot Angels Sod A prize a prize run call the Town together The beauties of World are now come hither Come let 's not lose this opportunity At Lot the stranger's House the Gallants lye How canst thou tell I saw them enter in Sons Such persons
and Moon With Stars eleven to me have homage done Of this he did not only certifie His Brethren but his Father who did cry Fie Son what mean these uncouth thoughts be sure Such wild presages I shall ne'r endure Think'st thou that I my Wife and Children too Shall crouch and bow and fall fore such as you No child be wise forbear thus to divine Lest all the rest against thee do combine This storm is ceased and the young men gone Their flocks to feed in Sechem every one For whose long absence neither night nor day Can Jacob rest till Joseph's sent away Who said Go down and see if all be right I 've suffered much for my ten Sons this night Your will said he is unto me a Law I 'le go to Sechem though I never saw The place no sooner doth he undertake his journey than the way he doth forsake And wanders too and fro in open field Till one drew nigh and pitied the child Saying What seek'st thou Stripling 't is my grief To see thee straying here without relief My Brethren Sir said he pray tell me whither They 've driven their flocks to feed I must go thither Boy answer'd he I think I heard them say Rise up and let 's to Dothan streight away And there they are for any thing I know The grass is good because the ground is low My thanks I give you Sir and if I find Them there I 'le say you were exceeding kind This said he runneth thither joyfully Not dreaming once of any danger nigh But 't was a dream for he 's no sooner spy'd By his malicious Brethren than they cry'd Behold our Dreamer comes prophetick Mome Come let us slay him he shall ne'r go home And cast him in some Pit then we will say Some evil Beast hath ta'ne his life away And then 't is hop'd that we shall quickly see A final end both of his Dreams and he But Reuben who was judg'd least to respect God or his Father doth the Lad protect Sa'ing Let 's not kill him for some time or other It will come out remember he 's our Brother If his Blood cry let us not think to thrive We 'll rather put him in this Pit alive This course he was the willinger to take Because thereby he thought to get him back Safe to his Father All this time the Lad Thought of no ill nor yet suspicion had But rush'd among them ravished with joy Wishing them health who answer Foolish Boy Hast not more Dreams to tell we must now see If this fine Coat doth make thee prophesie Are we not Brethren Oh! be not so rude Said he I mean to you nothing but good No Stripling no thy Sighs thy Pra'rs thy Tears With us must take no place thy tender years Which pity crave must taste our crueltie In this dry Pit thou art design'd to lie To 't fling him down 't is Noon we 'll take repast But hold who 's this draws towards us so fast Ishma'lites surely come from Gilead Load'n with Spice Balm Myrrhe Egyptian Trade By this time Judah's heart began to melt Whose words declare that he great trouble felt What profit's in our Brothers blood said he Though we conceal 't yet murderers we be Give o'r I 've found a way that 's better far We see these Camels richly loaden are Let 's with their Masters this our Dreamer truck And being gone we 'll pray for his good luck This this will clear us from the Calumnie Of Fratricide that would upon us lie Ho Chapmen tarry want ye not a Lad To drive your Horses and promote your Trade Here 's one we 'll sell him cheap A pretty Youth Reply'd the Merchants he will serve us both How prize ye him Speak if ye mean that we Should buy him of you rate him not too high At one word twenty Pieces is our price Hold here 's your Money he is worth it twice And so we hope he 'll give the Boy likes well The Wares are always good that Merchants sell We 'll carry him to Egypt for his Age And Feature fitteth him to be a Page To some great Lady if that will not do My Lord he can serve in his Chamber too And if the Rules of Phisiognomie Deceive us not such Graces hidden lie Under his flaxen hair and downie chin As hitherto in any scarce hath bin Come let 's go hence I 'le now unto the Pit Saith Reu. to see if Joseph be in it But missing of him whom he thought to find He instantly returns with heavie mind Unto his Brethren crying out Alass The Boy is taken out of yonder place Whither shall I go not home to my dear Father Seeing he 'll require of me no I 'le rather Breath out the rest of my unhappy years In some dark Cell and expiate with tears My double crime No Brother cry the rest We have a project if ye think it best Will with our Father clear both us and you Look here 's his Coat and there are Coats enough Let 's with their blood besprinkle it and then Go cheerfully to Hebron back again And ask our Father if this garb he knows Since at first view it like to Joseph's shows On this they all conclude and home return With joyful faces though they 'd cause to mourn And with these tydings Jacob did salute At which surpriz'd he 's suddenly struck mute And beats his Brest his Eyes great floods let out Of Tears and said Poor Joseph without doubt Is torn in pieces by some evil Beast Who first devours and after makes his feast This said he rent his clothes sack-cloth put on And many days mourned for him alone Without all comfort till at last his Sons And Daughters all come unto him at once Saying O Father why doth this your grief Transport you so as not to take relief We think you might be joyful when you see Of your own Loins this goodly companie No said old Jacob though I love you well Yet this Lad's death will make me go to Hell Mourning poor heart in him alone I liv'd And now being dead how can I be but griev'd Yet all this sorrow can nothing retard The sturdy Pedlars who by driving hard Have got to Egypt where by quick retaile They mean their Spice to vend and Joseph's sale Expect both which accordingly fell out Buyers like Bees to them flock round about And Potiphar himself beholds their Trade Where suddenly he spies the lovely Lad Likes buyes and payes carries him to his house That Proverb 's false Mountains bring forth a Mouse At home when he good notice taken had Of all things were performed by the Lad And of the Blessings he from God receiv'd Name and Religion then of him he crav'd Which known from slavery he did set him free Saying Of my House thou now shalt Ruler be The pious Youth no sooner is preferr'd Then th' others Pra'er for thrift is answered For God did then th' Egyptians house
so bless That all things prosp'red whether more or less This made the Captain trust him with his store Of all that he had car'd for nor knew no more Then what he eat But ah the goodly face Of Joseph tempted Jempsar to embrace The holy Youth with her surrounding Arms And glance her am'rous eys adul'trous Charms These made him blush with shame and fear together And answer No you 're Sacred as my Mother Doth not my Master trust his State with me And hath with-held nothing at all but thee This wickedness is great I dare not do 't Pardon me Mistress and leave off your suit Say if I grant all that which you desire Can you keep off God's Wrath and Husbands Ire Nay he will be offended and my Lord Will never after take an Hebrews word Yet this enflamed Wanton gives not o'r To speak him kindly ev'ry day and hour Adding forced Caresses but in vain From day to day till she had drunk the bane That either must her Lust or Fury end Upon her Servant and her Husbands Friend Both which are grown to that prodigious height That though the Sun shines yet she counts it night Saying within her self he 's here I guess Alone i' the house about his business This is the last exploit I mind to try To which the Fool must either yeild or die And then laid hold upon his Coat and swore I 'le have all I desire of thee before Thou go there 's none can see or hear the noise But he as frighted at her lustful voice Flees out and leaves his Garment in her hand Where God forbids to fight he dares not stand Now Hell and she must act another part Viz. mourning face put on dissembling heart The sugar'd words she used but of late For baits turns Choller this to cruel hate Calling aloud to all for Heavens sake help I am abused by this Hebrew Whelp See here the Relicts of his villany My cries it made him leave and from me flee And now would God my Potiphar were come For I shall never rest till he 's at home And have related unto him what fare Must be expected i' the house where Hebrews are He 's at the door run and let in my Lord. How now my Girl What neither smile nor word Smile No how can I since your very slave Embolden'd is thine not my Love to crave He hath attempt'd that Fort was ne'r besieg'd By more than thee to whom I am oblig'd Horrid Nay 't is no Jest this Coat but see And then my wrong revenge or love not me To which the furious Husband answer made Enough my Jempsar it shall ne'r be said That you my Love can any thing demand That I 'le deny wherefore I pray you stand To see the Prologue of his torturing pains He shall imprison'd be and bound with chains Go cursed Rogue I 'le never trust the face That 's beautiful it 's seldom lin'd with grace This heard the courteous Lad made humble bow Saying My Lord I never wronged you Time trying all things you shall plainly see The fault was hers and there was none in me Wherefore I hope that God whom I do serve Will grant such favour that I may not starve In this dark Prison Thy words are bootless Jaylor keep him sure While I have studied what he shall endure Which when Jehovah from 's Imperial Throne Heard wills a winged Herald to be gone Down to his Footstool-Earth and there to tell The Turn-key he must use the Pris'ner well This made our guiltless Youth much favour find With him that unto others was unkind For what in prison was among them done Joseph was doer of it he alone Without controle rul'd all because the Lord Him prosper'd according to the World Yet all this time our Joseph never thought How he from prison should at last be brought Till he that all for good makes work together Sent Pharaoh's Butler and his Baker thither For misdemeanour who were put in ward With Potiphar the Captain of the Guard Whom Joseph serv'd at last each dream'd a dream Viz. Butler Baker on a several Theam Which so perplexed both of them next morrow That he it spied and said Sirs what sorrow Tormenteth you ye lowr and are so sad There is some cause if your night-sleep was bad Boy that 's not all but we have dreaming been And none can tell us what the same doth mean Hear me my Masters do not you yet know That their Interpretations from below Come not 't is only such events can read As are with Sp'ritual Mantles overspread Then do but tell me what was each mans Theam Not doubting I shall quickly read your Dream A Vine said Butler I saw me before And in the same three Branches and no more Which budded shooting forth its Blossom-flow'rs Whose clusters all brought forth such Grapes as ours The Cup of Pharaoh being in my hand I took and press'd them in at his command Who afterward both took and did it drink This is the sum of what I dream'd I think is this the thing you have a mind to know Come rouze your Spirit it needs not be so low The Branches three as many days portend Before the end of which the King will send For you and to your wonted place restore His Cup to bear as you was wont before When this Prediction is fulfill'd on thee Be sure to put the King in mind of me And tell him though he have Magicians store Yet there 's an Hebrew Lad that knoweth more Than all of them and this a mean will be From Bonds and Prison for to set me free For I indeed an Hebrew stol'n was And hither brought I know not for what cause Where now again without a crime I lie In this dark Cell and may do till I die In this young man said the Baker well And will adventure mine also to tell Three Baskets white I had upon my head In which were several sorts of meat and Bread Which I to Pharaoh brought but e'r I came Birds flockt about my head and eat the same This Dream of yours will prove but bad I fear And therefore Sir I beg you would forbear To urge from me what it doth signifie Take this for all that you must quickly die I fear not that say on I will approve Of that my Friend reveals to me in love My life I will resign most willingly If of my Service Pharaoh weary be If 't must be so The Baskets that you wore Predict that e'r three days be o're You shall be hang'd and Birds your flesh shall eat This is the vision of your baked meat Make sure of Heaven thy part on Earth is done Now by this time rose third days sparkling Sun Where God ordaining Pharaoh made a Feast Upon his Birth-day unto all the rest Of them that were his Servants by and by In frolick humonr he aloud did cry Go bring the Baker and the Butler up This man is fittest to give
me the Cup As for the other his last doom shall be To be lift up and hanged on a Tree The honour which the Princes favour lends May be call'd in and then in shame it ends Good turns are soon forgot a Proverb sure For guiltless Joseph must as yet endure Courtiers use not always to keep word Although the make their Vows unto the Lord Whose time 's the best to set our Captive free Though two full years he must in Prison be Till Pharaoh dreams that he by Water side Stands and Seven Fat well-favourd Kine espi'd Come up from thence as also seven lean And joyn'd to th' other those when he had seen Stood horror-struck and what th' event might be Wait 't was not long before that he did see Those scurvey lean-flesh'd Beasts the other eat And yet still looking poor and wanting meat So Pharaoh ' woke till slumber had his eyes Closed and then the second time he spies Seven Ears of Corn come up both good and rank Seven others also that were poor and lank And as the other Lean did Fat devour These eat the Rank likewise that very hour This doubled Phantasme so perplex'd the heart Of Egypt's King that he must both impart To his Magicians willing them to see If they could tell what either signifie We are confounded cry the Sophi's Lord Of these thy dreams we cannot tell one word This unexpected answer so rouz'd up The memory of him that bore the Cup Who thus exprest himself unto the King My Lord I 've sinned in this very thing Pharaoh well knows that he with me was wrath And with the Baker also sent me forth Unto the Prison where we both did lie Till our sad Dreams an Hebrew did espie Who told me of it as it since hath prov'd Saying the Butler needs not to be mov'd For he shall be restor'd but Baker he Shall by the King condemn'd and hanged be These tydings pleas'd the King beyond all measure Who priz'd the meaning of his dreams 'bove treasure Call in the young man for he 's wiser far Than all the Sophies that in Egypt are Run quickly unto Potyphar and say Pharaoh must see his Prisoner to day Where Kings command the message is obey'd The Seer's call'd to come in haste who said What is your haste so great may I not stay Till I be shav'd and unto Heaven pray And change my Garments also since you see I am not fit before your King to be He comes Sweet Youth said Pharaoh but declare What these my Dreams mean and Garland wear My Butler tells me if thou hear the Theam Thou canst interpret every anxious Dream My Lord said he that Grace is not in me But God whom I do serve can let you see A true interpretation from my Mouth Look well upon me and despise not youth For what my Maker doth to me reveal That and no more will I to Pharaoh tell Say on my Lord what was your dream Why I. Said Pharaoh stood great Nilus River by And there behold seven Fat-wel-favour'd Kine Feed in a Mead and said These Beasts are mine But suddenly again to me appear'd Seven other Lean ill-shap'd and hanging ear'd Such as the Land of Egypt never bred For on the first Sev'n Fat when they had fed Their Bellies clung unto their Backs and were Ill-favour'd lean as e'r they were before Thus I awoke but when my drousie eye Was clos'd again with sleep I did espie Seven Ears of Corn upon one stalk that grew So full and good as yet I never knew After them came up Seven more was thin And wither'd as they'd Thunder-blasted bin Which suddenly the better did devour And I again wak'd calling o're and o're On those that studious Magicians were The truth of these my Dreams for to declare But all of them together answered 'T is God that caus'd your Dreams he must 'em read Now he that would by this thy favour merit Elisha-like must have Elia's Spirit Say Hebrew then the smoothness of thy brow Tells me this task will be too hard for you My youth bespeaks me ignorant I know Great Sir yet since the knowledge from below Comes not that must your doubled dream unfold That which is young by Nature Grace makes old By which I tell you that your dreams are one And signifie what Heaven will have done In Egypt Land the Seven good Ears and Kine Such years portend this he bids me divine The ill flesh'd ones and blasted Ears of Corn Foretels a Famine will make Egypt mourn For seven more See Nile cannot contain The Waters sent for nourishment of Grain And all things else needs moisture for that space After which time it will dry up Alass What I must do I know not pray be kind And as of that of this Sir speak your mind You must seek out in all the Land discreet And wise men who may strictly oversee't Them bid a fifth part of its fruit to gather These hard times will require a Nursing Father In all thy Cities let it stored be That when the Famine comes they may to thee Repair and buy it at thy Stewards hand Else this great Scarseness will undo the Land This thing when Pharaoh and his Servants heard They thanked Joseph and his God they feard Saying where shall we such another find In whom the Spirit is and knows his mind And since thy God ev'n thine hath shew'd thee this None either wiser or discreeter is In all the Kingdom wherefore thou shalt be My House and Servants Ruler God to me To shew I am in earnest take this Ring And be hereafter next unto the King These clothes put on and Chains about thy neck And let my Subjects pay thee all respect Ride in my second Chariot then to thee Shall all my Vassals humbly bow the knee While I am Pharaoh it shall be a Law That all my Kingdom of thee stand in aw No foot or hand in it shall moved be Till first they have direction from thee And since thou can'st reveal my secrets all Zaphanath pa'neah I will ever call Thy name and thou shalt surely be the Son Of Potipherah who is Priest of On. Thus you have seen our Joseph in the Den Sold and imprison'd and restor'd again Now what his future happiness may be Launch out again with me and you shall see The Scene is alter'd and his celeb life Chang'd for the blessing of a vertuous Wife Who bore before the Famine unto him Two hopeful Males Manas and Ephraim The first was named so because he had Forgot his Fathers house and former Trade And when the other God did to him send He said I 'le call him Ephraim for an end Is put to my affliction and my store Increased is and Honour more and more The Plentie's ended and the Famine come Said Pharaoh Joseph let us now go home The truth of all that thou hast said I see By th' hungry peoples crying unto me For maintenance I know not