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A07541	A nights search· Discovering the nature and condition of all sorts of night-walkers; with their associates. As also, the life and death of many of them. Together with divers fearfull and strange accidents, occasioned by such ill livers. Digested into a poeme by Humphry Mill.; Nights search. Part 1.	Mill, Humphrey, fl. 1646.	1640 (1640)	STC 17921; ESTC S112683	172,120	346

my lands for you this cost of mine Ioyn'd with my love the highest place may crave It is my right and all I 'm like to have Be wise and silent put me still before Your hopes depend on me I 'le say no more Thiefe Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Me thinks I see as once at Sutors-hill A silly gull who having had his will To break o're hedges being took at last I robb'd him of his gold and bound him fast Although he made his moane away went I To free my selfe but there I let him lye This brainlesse asse that now relates a story Of what he has and seemes to raise his glory From what he has beslow'd upon a whore The bawdy-house doth gaine but he 's made poore When all is spent he hath no other way To help himself and yet forsooth he 'll say Precedency is his he do's beguile Himselfe with hopes I cannot choose but smile The day the place are mine and he shall finde That I must go before he come behinde When I am out of cash I scorn to borrow I have a trick to banish all my sorrow One happy night may blow me into stock Or with a Pistoll or a stab or knock I gaine a weighty Purse or if that misse I have another way as good as this I 'le cheat and steale and rob a house by night And having got my prey I take my flight I have a share from all that rob about Iway-lay some and others finde them out This foole that sold his land will nere beleeve How much I got upon one Christmas eve At Hide-parke-corner or at Bagshot Downes Another time among the countrey-clownes I cannot want unlesse that crooked tree Dos choake my hopes and prove a foe to me What can the whore the pander pimpe or bawd Do of themselves or he that does applaud His crazie humour onely in the spring He 'll chirp about and like a Cuckow sing ' But moult away in winter when my time And fortunes usher me into my prime I must relieve them all Iudge who is best Shall I not be preferr'd above the rest The case is plaine those that have eares and fight Will know I challenge nothing but my right As for the pleaders all their braines are weake I am content to let the Vmpire speak SECT 12. The Devil's Vmpire their causes the fearefull conclusion THey plead for place in sin they might as well Strive which shall have priority in hell The Devil's Vmpire to decide the case He comes in hellish-state to take his place And by degrees he strives to bring 'em in As fast unto their paines as to their sin Thus he begins ho can you not agree I 'le make you friends if you 'll be rul'd by me You 're all my servants why should you fall out Sith I am umpire to resolve this doubt I 'll do with judgement first the whore 's my childe Though yet she be not she may be as vilde As mistris Bawd I love to keepe her fine For I doe use her as a hooke and line To catch Iack-simple let her stay her time And she will be as perfect in her crime As any of the rest in act and tongue Alas you must consider she 's but young My pretty pimping Boy be of good cheere Thou com'st as bravely on as any here Being but lately enter'd this I finde Thy will is good that do's content my minde Observe and gaine experience from the rest There 's none too wise to learne thou maist be best Cheare up go bravely on and thou shalt have The chiefest place and what else thou wilt crave Ho! come my little Pander thou art he To whom I do commit much secrecie I ever found thee faithfull in thy place Thy minde is bent to honour praise and grace My kingdome here below the place is thine But make no wordson't for the gift is mine Go on my bully as thou hast begun I le pay thee bravely when thy worke is done Come come my old acquaintance gentle Bawd Thy constant service I must needs applaud The Queene of hell salutes thee Dost thou smile To think thou hast bin absent all this while Thou hast my love I 'le keep thee at my cost Now take my hand I think there 's no love lost Thou serv'd it me young when that way did not hold Thou did'st me better service being old In harboring those that have a minde to play Their lands their time their soules and all away I put much trust in thee and thou art true Still to my kingdome honour is thy due Preheminence is thine come downe to me Thou dost not know how welcome thou shalt be But hinder not thy bus'nesse let me know A day or two before but we below Are ne're unfurnish'd we can entertaine In hellish pompe thy selfe and all thy traine Thy house is like to mine but that 't is lesse Lightet and cooler too but thou maist guesse How well our guests doe sute untill thy tombe Doth close thee up take thou the chiefest roome My Spark of velvet I 'me glad to heare and see That thou reposest confidence in mee Thy will I do accept thou spend'st thy store To honor sin what can a man do more Thou shalt not want thou need'st not to repent I have more ways when all thy store is spent To raise thee up I make no doubt ere long Thou wilt be fit to grapple in the throng For this high place of honor then I will Praise thy endevors and applaud thy skill Persist sweet Honey-chops lay 't on and spare not Some few may envie us what 's that we care not What what my bonny Hackster thou com'st last Thou art my son this title was not past In vaine upon thee thou didst never give Occasion of disgrace but how to live In honor reputation 't was thy care To be a man of dread of courage rare Thou do'st affright the world such is thy state They value thee not at a common rate Th' art free to all my friends I 'le say to thee Thou steal'st from them who faine would steale from mee Nor art thou cowardly but bold and brave In all thine acts if some penurious slave Fals but into thy clutches thou wilt make Him leave his bags or thou his life wilt take Thou be ar'st my image I have robb'd the world Although I was into a prison hurl'd I venture still What 's murther but a crime Which I have made almost as old as time Spend upon whores and drink what thou do'st get Feare not the crooked tree why should'st thou set A doubt before thee try if thou canst win Thine Host to make a bawdy house of 's Inn That will promote thy Art For ought I see Prioritie of place belongs to thee Continue in thy course and let me heare Thy valor speake I 'le help thee never feare It grieves me thus to part but you all know My greatest bus'nesse lyes in hell below

for fidlers but they cannot come They are imployed in another roome These sherking rogues did shew themselves but poore They did not come to wait upon this whore They now provide for supper and they cast What fowle to have the reckning must be last They dranck they striv'd so much as they were able To bring each other underneath the table He 's turnd a hogshead she is but a barrell He leaves the snuffes and she begins to quarrell Their braines are drown'd though they can hardly stād They 'l drink the other pottle hand to hand Now they have sup't the cloth being tooke away Her mind runs on the score that was to pay And faine she 'd slink away but that he ei'd her She was halfe gone and then the drawer spi'd her Then she began to drink afresh againe She stretcht her guts to overcharge his braine Thinking at last to scape and get renown But yet the hogshead drank the barrell down And then away goes he and leaves the whore Asleep but waking she must pay the score But when she wak't and found that he was gone She was perplex't for money she had none She cals the drawer to bring in the bill She reads it thus though sore against her will Breakfast Inpri Three quarts of Allegant fresh and good To strenghthen you and help your blood Item Ten quarts of good Canary sack To drown your braines bring you to wrack Item Eight quarts of Claret that was it That made you drunk and stole your wit Item For Saussages and sli'st roast beisse That gave the knave and whore releif Dinner Item A Capon roasted very fine Honester folkes might with it dine Item Two Rahits Feldivers beside You did exceed and show your pride Item A brace of Teile a dish of Larks Not fit for those with bawdy marks Supper Item A roasted Hen 't was fresh and new Sh'was never trod so much as you Item A dish of Pigeons and a Tart Such Imps to eat it vext my heart Item For Bread and Cheese and Linnen cleane That well might shame a nasty queane Item For Fagots which did feed the fire To fit you for your whorish hire Summa totalis The same amounts to you may see That you had cost with baudery 3 4 5 When she had read the bill it much did feare her She blubber'd out the knavish boyes did jeare her Such snotty teares that wash'd the painting out The wrinkles now appeare her pearled snout Has all the colour being grown so hot She must be cool'd for now to pay the shot She must deliver up her beaver hat But 't will not serve yet she is vext at that Then she is stript out of her silken gown Had you but heard her sweare and seen her frown You would have thought her mad she curst the man And call'd him villain rogue thiefe what she can Devise to reckon then the Drawer last He must be hang'd she sentence on him past Away she goes so like a Bedlam hag Had she a goblet and a canvasse bag Then Besse of Bedlam she had now been nam'd Being impudent she scorns to be asham'd Sh' has musick as she goes made by an owle And dogs do bark some other dogs do howle But if some Beadle after this her stripping Had been so good t' have help'd her to a whipping Sh 'had had her due I doe not speak with fainting The stripes had lasted longer than her painting But in the morne when day began to dawn She went with money to redeeme her pawn For whores and theeves still keep a stock together They say 't is good to helpe in stormy weather But if her taile brings in no better prizes Her hands ere long will bring her to th' assizes SECT 43. To a Fidler that was importunate to be entertain'd in a Taverne by two or three Gentlemen A Fidler comming to a tavern late That day had been to him unfortunate His brains being over-soak'd his tongue was oyl'ds And tipt with non-sense but his fiddle fail'd To bring him in his vailes which mov'd his ire Being strung too low nor could he raise it higher He 's out of sorts but seeking for reliefe His melancholy fiddle tun'd his griefe For want of custome he alone did play The lamentable tune of Welladay Faine he 'd go home but then his empty purse Restrain'd his purpose and his brains did nurse A poore conceit of home to helpe his need His fiddle's better strung it is agreed That he should search the house perhaps he might To help his day speed better in the night But comming to a room where he did finde Some company but not to shoot his minde He prest upon them would take no deniall He 'd give a lesson having tun'd his Viall Then one reply'd trench not upon this ground What dost thou come to charme us with a sound Whence eam'st thou now spright-like thou dost appeare Speak art thou come to play upon us here Thy hollow-hearted siddle sounds within thou 'dst be as empty were it not for fin Thou with thy fiddle maist compared be For that without is varnished like thee The upper end doth represent thy face But thine doth change more trading with the base Hath made thee so the neck is very long So thine would be if it were once well strung But with the strings I will not once compare Thine should be hemp but these are made with haire Thy fiddle's dry it soundeth with a touch Thou art not sound but thou art wet too much Yet both of you are common in the towne The fiddle hath a bridge thine 's broken downe The pegs will make the strings or low or higher So is thy note thy face being set on fire Iucrease of liquour will not coole thy heat Thou sing'st for drink and thou dost scrape for meat To touch thy name it is not my intent For'tis confirm'd by act of Parliament But thou art proud and wilt not owne thy name Thou art a shifter canst thou shift thy shame Thou play'st away thy time thy strings will break And thou canst play although thou canst not speak The Milk-maids have a garland thou must be Their chiefe Musitian and thou maist be free Against the Wake and at the Whitsun A'le Thou maist get in if thou canst tell thy tale With inpudence Bears would thy musick grace But that a Bagpipe-player has the place Thy'state's not much nor much is like to be 'T is gotten ill and wastes as fast as thee But thou runn'st not in debt none will thee trust Except the chandlers wife alas she must Thou bring'st her custome there in thou maist boast That thou canst score five shillings on the post But if she aske it thou wilt graspe her middle Pay her with words and bid her go and fiddle Thou hast no trade nor wast thou born to land Yet all thy gettings are from hand to hand If thou canst tune thy fiddle clear thy throat Perhaps in time a round skirt pi●-bald