beneath the Lady Gylos chamber Window and receives a very luckie return of his Love JOy and wonder like two opposite winds disturbing the already distracted Simile Ocean strove for Supremacy in our Champion on the one side the Ladies worthiness on the other side her coyness palsied her brain so that he remained for a time as one * * Meaning transmografide or memorphosed into a Mandrake trans-elemented Such is thy power O Love such is thy might When thou surprizest any Mortall Wight Whether Orlando Smith or Oswald Clinker Whether the Great Turk or the brass-fac'd Tinker Thou mouldest him anew in every part And for a pint of Mirth reckon'st a Quart Of Sorrow making a most grievous puther A Pox upon thee and thy Sea-born Mother Soto a long time observed his Lord with a serious look but perceiving that he cared not to put a period to this excruciating extasie he burst out into a hearty laughter saying * * Sentenc• Cupids Arrows I perceive can pierce the strongest Armour and supple the most sternest soul * * Sentence upon sentenc inserted by the Author meerly for the solace of the sage as those are the most killing griefs that dare not speak so no doubt those are the most ineffable joyes that cannot gain utterance Rejoyce my Lord and sing Paeans to the pretty little God who has thus courteously awarded you You are the wittiest and best of Servitors answered ZARA O I could dye upon her * * Meaning some pri 〈…〉 mark Spot and venture life or otherwise do more for her dear sake then those famous Palladines who were Kinsmen to mad Rowland Hercules Labours were but á Bakers dozen mine shall puzzle Arithmetick truly to compute them She is indeed quoth Soto the Metaphysicks of her Sex the very Rule of Algebra you are the Jove that must press this Laeda the Endymion that are beloved by this Cynthia and the Anchyses that must enjoy this Venus I know it quoth Zara for didst thou not observe how her colour went and came all the time that I was courting her and though I say it that should not I never in all my life had the happiness of more fluency on so short a warning Hermes himself quoth Soto could not have handled his business better but Sir take it from me * * An Axiome borrowed of Cato He that has a woman by the waste has a wet E•le by the tayle And they hate delayes as much as they abominate debility What wouldst thou have me to do quoth the Don shal we presently visit her not so soon Sir quoth Soto you know that providence has provided us a place of rest you may well waste this night in contemplation of her Excellencies and to morrow ere the fleet hours shall have harnessed Phoebus fiery Horses we will bid her Bonjour at her Balconey by which time if the Muses favour me we will be provided with an amorous Canticle Rivall to best of * * A most excellent Italian Ballad-maker Petrarchs Sidney or Ronfard onely the Alcean Lyre will be wanting but that our Voyces shall supply * * See Tom Dales Aphorisme Tome 9 sect 12. Apho. 19. for the silent note which Cupid strikes is far sweeter then the sound of any Instrument celebrating her beauty and inciting to the Paphian pleasure Thou art my better Genius quoth Zara and shalt share my Fortunes this was excellently well thought on and cannot but exceedingly take Approach thou silent Night mother of Rapes And dreary ruine friend to Owles and Apes Fly fly ye winged hours with eager motion And bring the chearfull day from forth the Ocean Father of life and light when thou appearest I'le take my rise resorting to my dearest I have often heard quoth Soto that Love can inspire the most insipid now I have proofe my Lord that you are a very Lover witness this polite Poeticall passion but the Night-Ra•en Sir has chanted her Vespers and Madam Nox has already hung her curtain over the Hemisphere let us convey our selvs to our Concave quoth Zara and summon Somnus to a peacefull parley I have said Soto furnished our Pavillion with a bed of the best Moss and the trunk of an Alder tree for a pillow Thou art in all things excellent quoth Zara but now for the contrivance of our Ode Let me alone for that quoth Soto Ile kick the Mount to Attoms swill up * * 〈◊〉 John 〈…〉 lands ••solvs 〈…〉 m 2• Hellicon ravish the Nine and break Apollo's Fiddle about his pate but Ile Rant in most magnificent Miter Ile warrant the Lady is your own if which we have cause to guess she be one of Minerva's Maids of Honour This said they departed to their hollowed Mansion and taking their Cowch on a sudden became speechless when Fortune the professed enemy to worth appointed them a very dangerous Adventure for the flye Sergeant Morpheus had no sooner arrested their sences but the proper owner of the place a Bear as black as blackness it self as fell as an Hyrcanian Tyger entered the Cave as was her wonted guize with a resolve to rest her self there that night but finding uncouth Inmates she gave so Ioud a roar that the Grove ecchoed the Thunder of her throat This yelling Allarum soon beat up the Champions Quarters and he awaked in much distraction giving Soto though accidentally so sound 〈…〉 on the brest with his * * Whether his left or right is not certainly known foot that he cryed out as he had bin broke on the wheel by this time the Bear had bitten our Champion quite thorow the calfe of his left leg which made him roar more audibly then this beast of prey entering the Cave Soto mean time like a hardy Squire strenuously assaulted this wild creature with his Javelin but found his hide too tough for penetration and such was the mockery of Fate that the Champion had not opportunity to unsheath his Sword so that his face was scratched and scari•i'd as his leg was bruiz'd and wounded no quarter from head to foot was free was it not time then for the Champion and Soto to lay about them for this hairy Monster fought not to gain honour but to allay hunger Ah Zara Zara had I my wish some * * The pious Author petifully bemoans the bad condition of Zara God should turn thee into a Sheep or Goat nay rather then sail into an Ass to escape this vile visitation then thus be taken like a tame Beast in thy own Den Yet at last despight of Destiny he forced out Kit-za-Cow and with one single thrust pierc't through the skin ribs and riff of this sawcie Savage cleaving her heart who giving a deep groan becam exanimate This Conquest being so happily atchieved the Champion with Soto's aide disburthened the Cave of this rough creature whose length by London measure was no less then six yards and whose head the Cpampion immediatly severed from the unwieldy Trunk
hanging it on the top branch of a Beech Tree as a Trophey consecrate to Nemesis and Astrea ingraving this Distich about the Bole. Apollo Python sl•w which was no Bear-a The Monster own'd this head was slain by Zara. But the wounds and scratches lately received were not so irksome to our Champion as the sorrow he underwent to be maimed at such a time by this beast of Mars when he had wholly devoted himself to Venus yet such was the ardency of his affection that * * Though one of his supporters had been 〈◊〉 o••well sayes the 〈◊〉 Love will 〈◊〉 where it cannot go he resolv'd to visit his Mistris with the morning O true and unparalell'd Amorist worthy the Pen of another Parker Others if but prickt with Eglantine or Phlebotomiz'd with the Guardians of Roses think themselvs sufficiently excused for not doing that Devoyre to their Mistresses which Cupid commands but he though creeping on hand and crupper will not faile to complement his fair one and who knows but the compassionate Gods may reward this admirable Ardour with the miraculous cure of his wounds without the aide of Machaon or Podalyrius The Olympick powers said Soto have manifested their care of your couragious carkass thrice Noble and redoubted Heroe in that they guided your good Sword to so home a thrust when in all probability you had been manducated by that Monster who now remains headless the fightless Deity does alwayes file their names whom he thinks worthy to wage war under his Banner with blood But I too long neglect to apply some healing herb to your yawning wound Having said this Soto arose and searching about the Grove for some * * For a better understanding of this 〈◊〉 Dr. Trigs Pr 〈…〉 Pu•ril• p •0000 sanitating Simple he at last lighted upon that Hell-envied Heaven-guarded weed called * * See Clavels Recantation pag. 121. Morsus Diaboli which he gently cropped chaunting a Canticle to Tellus and resorting to his maimed Master squeezed the juice thereof into his wound and then applying the leaf it self bound it about with the rind of a Mulberry Plant which gave him present ease and occasioned his Benizon on solicitous Soto By this time Aurora was visible in the East clad in her purple Robe Aeous began to shake his fiery Main neighing so loud that Sol * * By this 〈◊〉 appears that the Sun himself is an •dulterer See the Act against Fornication c. who had slept with Thetis all that night sate upright in his watry bed and after a yawn or two took his scourge in his hand the Champion and Soto therefor immediately set forward on their amorous enterprize and were under the Balconey where our war-like Leander expected his Lilly-handed Hero ere the Sun was warm in his Throne for some minutes they diligently listned if they might hear any body sti• but neither jarre of Clock nor the hoarce hum of any drowzie Groom to be heard all things buried in so profound a silence as if the God of dreams had here pit 〈…〉 his Pavillion Begin the Hymn quoth Zara the Canzonet that must give my Goddess the Alar 〈…〉 of love my self will help to bear the burthen then Soto having opened his Organ pipes with a Pegasian hem began to warble the following Song SONG 1. ARise thou true Aurora from thy East too long good faith thou keepst thy nest Zara's no Incubus Nor thou a lazy Sus That thou art tardy thus thy Champions reddy with his spear in rest Ambo Then let the turn-pikes on my chin Take thy half-Moon Fortress in 2. Cupid alas does suck my best blood out I drop at heart as old wives drop at snout No Brescian Bear loves honey Or down-chin'd Miser money Better then I thy Con appear bright saint and cure my amorous Gowt And let the turn-pikes c. 3. Love has not onely drove his Peg Through my heart but through my leg After such dire assault Here do I make a halt for I was n're yet shun'd by Doll or Meg. Let then the Turn-pikes c. 4. Though Mars appointing so I'm fram'd of Iron And that strong barrs of steel my flesh inviron Though strung with stubborn wire I melt in thy Coal-fire Cupids strong Cu•rasiere I am then glorious Girl put thy Attire on Then let the Turn-pikes c. 5. Be thou my Sea-born Venus I will be Thy Mars thy Vulcan I go limpingly Let me view thy silken Dog Able to vanquish Gogmagog I'le be thy Ape be thou my clog to love and not be lov'd is misery Then let the Turn-pikes c. 6. Let's laugh and leave this world behind And procreate till we are blind That Gods may view With a Dildo-doe What we bake and what we brew yet our intrinsick fervour never find Then let the turn-pikes on my chin Take thy half-Moon Fortress in They had no sooner finished their Ditty but behold Madam Gylo apparelled in a loose vestment her haire bound up in a carnation Cawl which excellently became her appeared like another Juliet ready to receive her beloved Romeo on the Battlements bearing in her hand a Pewter Vessel containing the quantity of about three quarts of that which like the Spider she had extracted from her own bowels she had on purpose procured for our Champions reception and it appears * * See Albertus Aja• de Modo Cacan di Tome 〈◊〉 if there be any truth in Tradition it was the Ladies Ordure to precipitate any excrementious substance from that very window The Champion and Soto greatly rejoyced to see this morning Star irradiate that Horizon but were soon returned to their quondam dejection when they found their eares unguented with warm water well lanted with a viscuous •ngredient the Lady having accomplished her Atchievmen returned to her place of rest leaving Zara and Soto in the wildest wonder nor let any seeming Solon tax their extasie for even Alcides or Achilles had been the same sad ones had Briseis or Omphale practised the like Complement but after they had a long time busied their new wrunced eyes with gazing one upon another like men dropt from the Clouds and perceiving the Lady had left them without probability of return they without speaking one to another so vast was their amazement retired to their Grove their faces full of the ostents of shame and dolour End of the First Book Don Zara del Fogo The second Book CHAP. I. Zara's passionate Complaint against the Lady Gylo and all her Sex in geneall Soto mittigates his ire they travell to Mount Mongibell where he is munificently treated by Lamia the Witch REturned to their earth-wal'd Cittadell the Champion and Soto like penitent Pilgrims entered their Cave hardly refraining to bedew each others Aspects with briny drops Soto was the first that broke silence who taking his Master by that hand made to pull up mighty Oaks and pound prodigious Monsters and tyrannous Tytans to attoms * * Soto hi• Oration Let not my
Theater A splended pompeous delightful Show Some say by Johnson Jones or Inigo CHAP. III. The presentation of a never-equall'd Masque Don Pantalone resolving to Quarrell Zara imployes Don La-Fisk to bear his Challenge c. PRince Paraclet and Emansor the Heaven-born Maulkina and divine Dowcabell with all the Nobles and Madams of the Court being seated each according to their degree the Knights Errant were also placed according to their severall Gradations and the Musick having charmed their sences with a Celestiall Dyrathamb they were presented with a curious Contrivance called Venus and Adonis A Masque The Frontispiece was a thick-grown Wood repleat with Lions Tygers Bears Antilopes Panthers and other Beasts of prey Sylvanus Priapus Pan and other Wood-Gods cracking of Nuts and eating of Apples while the following Song was sung to the Tabor SONG HAil happy Powers whose harmlesse sway All the Sylvans do obey Had those above fed like to you On Acorns and on Rain-bow Dew When the World lay in its Cradle And there was no fiddle faddle Saturn had still kept his Throne And not been outed by his Son 'Tis head-strong Wine And Manchet fine That irritates Ambitious pates Pan never quarrels with Sylvanus For every Wood-god worships Janus The beauteous Nymphs are all in common None's the better Gentlewoman With a baneless love they greet Horns and nayls and cloven-feet CHORUS Then unto the Woods let's wander To find out Hero and Leander This Song ended twelve Nymphs and as many Satyrs cast themselvs into a figure for the Dance which done the Wood-gods with the Nymphs and Satyrs withdraw and the Goddess Venus with her Son Cupid and her Hand-Maids the Graces are discovered VENUS Nay by my Altars that are reaking And those Lovers that are sneaking Homeward after full enjoyment 〈◊〉 Either accept of this imployment Froward Boy or else Ile strip the• And with Rods of Roses whip the• I have often to my sorrow Felt the Launcing• of thy Arrow Jove and Juno Hermes Hebe Mavors Bacchus yea and Phebe With the God that guides the Surges Riding like a Belgick Burgess Will rejoyce like to inferiors While I plow up thy Posteriors Take away his Bow and Darts While I scourge him till a' smarts Bare his breech Thalia CUPID had I Tane the counsell of my Daddy Whom you cuckold every hour By this I might have scornd your power Cannot Mars his steely chine Who has almost lost his eyne With over-doing nor Anchyses With his Piltrums and his Spices To heighten Appetite nor Pe••us Sate your conduct to Cornelius But Adonis must be brought on To a thing he never thought on VENUS Impious Elf Aeneas broher What's that to thee who rides thy Mother Horse him Thalia THALIA Spare O spare Great Goddess this thy son Heyr Lest on a Clown he make me doat-a I dare not touch his silken Coat-a VENUS Do't if thou despise thy duty I'le make thee fetch a Box of Beauty From the bottom of black Hell As Pshyche did as stories tell Here the Graces ceaze upon Cupid and prepare him for the lash CUPID Hold sweet Honey-Mother hold I confess I've been too bold If I live but till to morrow As Gods can't die I'l send an Arrow Into Adonis Marble brest Headed with a Hornets nest VENUS On this condition take thy ramble To make the wombs of ladies wamble But fail not as thou lov'st my smile Now I'le take Coach for Cyprus Ile Venus Cupid and the Graces being gone Adonis like a Huntsman is seen with his setting Dog ADONIS Come my Caniculo sweet Cur In thy throat thou hast a bur I fear thy voyce was wont to ring With redoubled ecchoing Strange thing when Dogs forget their tones And Letchers leave their Marrow-bones Unbroken in this shady Wood Where shaggy Satyrs use to scud I reign sole Monarch of content And ne'r think what my father spent To get and breed me Pox a'wooing 'Tis fulsom to be alwayes doing My life is strict and right Laconick That love is best that is Platonick To hunt the swift-foot Stag follow The furius Bear 〈◊〉 whoop hollow Is my best delight So ho Follow me Caniculo CUPID Thanks Jove see where all alone is My Mothers misery Adonis But I'le mollifie his mind They are fools that think me blind Have at thee Adon * * Here the Bow-string cry'd twang so 'tis done Breech thy preservation Is sign'd and seal'd now must I go To wound a wanton I adies toc Adon is being wounded Cupid goes off leaving him to his Love passion ADONIS Ye Gods that govern Man and Mouse The King the Duke the Lord the lous What an uncouth change is here I am in love up to the ear * * The deadly rage of love So that I could court me-thinks A wench that wants a nose blinks Were she splay-footed gummy-ey'd With all deformities beside That can be mention'd all too long I have done beauteous Venus wrong Great God of Love to thee I bow Thou art a devillish Rogue I vow Fire fire I burn I burn And shortly shall to cinders turn Unless some courteous femall fall Beneath the Parent of all VENUS How now my dear Adonis what With thy self in busie chat When when O when shall Venus find The flinty-soul'd Adonis kind ADONIS Squeeze me like to Milky Curds Drain all my sappy bulk affords Let me dwell upon your * * Venus is much praised by Ancient Poets for her Mole c. Spor You shall find me cold and hot But must not fail in Retribution When you find my constitution VENUS Come then my Paramour let's sally To my Rosie Bower and dally Till our kexey joynts complain Then we will take breath again Venus and Adonis being gone the wild Boar who according to Theocritus was deeply in love with Adonis is seen BOAR. I must enjoy thee upon any score Adonis or else cease to be a Boar I that despise the Javelin the Spear Whose murthering Tusks the sternest Mortalls fear Do stoop unto a stripling had I thee Within my power thou sightles Deity I'd crumble thee to attoms devour Thy laughing Mother in her flowery Bower Mast will not down I loath my wonted Food The unseen flame does set on fire my blood Licks up my moysture and so loud I 〈…〉 runt My voice is heard hence to the Helespont ADONIS Twas long Alcides e'r thy back was right Having mounted fifty Virgins in one night Voracious Venus void of ruth Has had no mercy on my youth BOAR. Beauteous Adonis hark how long in vain Unto thy seal'd up ear shall I complain Thy scorn will kill me Nature cannot save His life whom Love shall lead unto the Grave O pitty my perplexity though rude In form my heart is full of gratitude My mind's as smooth as pibble though my hide Be rough I have other gifts beside May sign my Patent for a Ladies clip Though I confess my hair will hurt her lip What ere this Wood
others headless here one without armes there another without legs invironed with a Lake of blood nor did the fury of the Fight take any to mercy save Duke-la-Fool himself and 6 more who being made captive were carried to Prince Paraclet and Emansor who immediatly rewarded their treachery Duke La-Fool be•••ded with the loss of their heads Twelve of Paraclets Knights were slain in this bloody encounter but Zara covered over with blood and sweat by a Messenger from the Princes was singled out from the rest and brought before Prince Paraclet Emansor Malkina and Dowcabell who affording him the respects due to a Deity attributed the Victory together with their preservations in so eminent hazard meerly to his Valour enquiring his name and Countrey to the first he yielded a ready responsion but to the other he answered in very obscure terms the Princes and all there admire the mans valour but more his modesty imagining him a Saint as well as a Souldier for what Syntax is there betwixt a Helmet and a Cap of Maintenance the Princess Maulkina gave him many amorous glances and no doubt had fixed her affection on him had she not doubted his acceptation being deceived with the colour of his countenance indeed a warlike Ammunition face yea so preter naturall that it seemed rather a Vizzard then a face but his mind more smooth then pollished Pewter and foster then the Ravens feather as may appear by his being surprized even now in the height of his anger when his illustrious soul moved in the very Apogaeum of death and vengeance so much was he incensed against the Knight of the Pudding• with one of the Princess Waiters named Madona-del-Simplicia a creature of a most excellent form Her gallant grey eyes Like Stars in the skies Denoted the whiteness of her two thighes Her face Rivalling the fairest of the Fatall Sisters this is the Goddess to whom our Champion offers his vows to this fair Idea he paid his zealous Orisons calling her the Throne of Pleasure and the very Promontory of perfection yet such a bashfulnes was he born withal could not our Champion though he earnestly endeavoured it compell his tardy tongue to deliver of what his heart dictated though his soul which brought its own sacred fire with it did mentally present her with a wounded Oblation burning on her brick Altar offered up with as reall a devotion as ever Cupid elevated any but his love was very ill placed for Simplicia though fair of face had a heart more rough then the Posteriors of a Bear nor did she so much as return one smile to the Champion who for a long time had earnestly gazed upon her a thing that Prince Paraclet and all there took speciall notice of but were more stricken with wonder when they beheld the Champion withoutso much as taking his leave fling away and mount himself with as much haste as he had even then bin Petitioned by some pensive Lady for the infranchisement of her captivated Lord held in durance by some horrible Gyant * * The Author is in a pittifull plight for his good Champion O Zara Zara these memorable Loves mentioned in those Authentick Histories of Parismus The Knight of the Sun or the Ingenuous Don Qnixot-dela-Mancha upon the barren Mountains of Morenna bewailing the disdain of the Lady Dulcina-del-Toboso are but Leaden Legends compared with thy more solid sufferance in whose brest the little God seems solely to have seated himself as in some Magnificent Metropolis where he keeps his Court and gives Laws to the Nations of the earth But while the Princes and the rest were diversly censuring this Act of Zara's he with an Arrow in his bosome had gained his lodgings Love that in others causes affability has in him a clean contrary operation * * See Dr. Bulwers language of the feet Tome 9. as the language of his face sufficiently demonstrated looking so furiously that none durst speak to him his Secretary Soto excepted who took the priviledge to talk to him and demand the cause of this so sudden change Ah Soto Soto said the Champion he whom neither Duke La-Fool nor his thousand Knights whom the Knight of the Pudding Don Pantalone nor all the Champions Gyants Monsters Satyrs Devils and Dragons can vanquish is now overcome with the looks of a weak and for ought I know wanton woman her face is continually in my fancy and I must enjoy her or cease to be mortall Sir said Soto this is no such prodigie as you would insinuate your Predecessour the great Hercules after all his Victories and Conquests became a slave to his own Codpiece and by Omphales appointment spun Shooe-makers thread which imployment he plyed to purpose all the day not wishing any Sallary but to unravell at night Was not the good Sir Guy flouted by Philida into a bondage cost him much blood and sweat ere he could wriggle himself into her imbraces Jove himself has been a Bull ere now meerly to back Io the white-faced Cow If then the greatest of Gods and the most eminent among men have been Vassals to Venus and captives to Cupid it had been strange if you my Lord who are a God a Heroe and what not should not at least taste what they fed on almost to a surfeit nor need you dispair of a prosperous success for what woman though Mistress of more beauty then Loves Queen or dignifi'd with more soveraign command then Semiramis would not meet your motion halfway and bless that Fate that furnished her with such Magnetick perfections to attenuate the love of so brave a man Thou art excellent quoth Zara at versification pen me presently a Copy of Verses such as may gain thy self a never-fading Fame and me the fruition of her who is my Fate upon whose smiles or frowns my Destiny depends * * Soto's extream modesty who though a most excellent Poet will not vaunt himself of his own abilities My Lord quoth Soto I have onely •ipt of Helicon and taken a nap or two upon Pernassus but as I can I will so having taken off a bowl of Mereotick Wine he took Pen in hand and wrote these numbers FAir Nymph whose beauties all admire Whose face does set the World on fire Within whose brow above the beak The Graces play at Barly-break Whose every curle a Cupid hides And many a sightlesse God besides Let not O let not thy dire scorn Make me wish th'hadst nere been born Or boing born since I am shotten Ere this thou hadst been dead and rotten I am no •ulgar Suppliant Sweet No Parish-child found in the street My name is Zara who of late Encountering La-Fool broke his p•te And sent his Errant Knights poor men-a Unto the bottom of Gehenna Thou mayst he proud of this my proffer For'tis my first and onely offer The Love I prostrate unto thee The mightiest Queens have b•g'd of me Marthesia was once my Mistris With Antiopa and Thalestris Women that did
out of all doubt that he was now as other Mortalls save for some maymes which he was resolved to keep from being seen by the help of his hair he began to be somewhat comforted but that very sort of sorrow which in others occasion drought causes in him hunger a sharp appetite to meat he therefore began to consider what was become of his Master Don Zara Del Fogo and to curse himself for opposing him as an equall whom he ought to have adored as a Soveraign having therefore resolved to finde him out and if it were possible to reconcile himself he resorted to the Host of the house where his Master resided and very demurely demanded whether Don Zara del Fogo his Lord and Master were at home or abroad in the Camp or the Court answer was made that he was just now conveyed to his bed being much wounded by a strange Knight who seemed no other then he that had fought with him Soto therefore enquiring what manner of man he was and what Arms he wore knew assuredly that it was the Knight of the Pudding Don Pantalone he therefore resolutely went up to his Masters Chamber but found the door fast locked for the Champion having had his wounds bound up and being laid in a soft bed had betaken himself to rest Soto knocked twice or thrice very soberly but receiving no answer he multiplied his stroaks so long till Zara being awakened demanded who was there Soto retorted Your Servant and Secretary SOTO at which the * * Zara takes Soto for a Ghost Sea •elthams Resolvs the third Century pag. 100000. CHAMPION imagining by this time he had been laid in Earth became much amazed and in a distracted tone cryed out I beseech thee thou Spirit of wronged Soto return to thy rest and vex not him with thy clamours who shall shortly visit thee in the other World Soto replyed My Lord we are both more happy then you conceit I am alive and Master of the same faculties of flesh that you are At this the Champion scrambled out of his bed and opening the door Soto supported him to his former station where being laid he enquired of Soto how and by what meanes he escaped who related to him every particular both of his death and Revivall I shall the more cheerefully welcome Death said the Champion that thou art alive he then began to discourse what had hapned lately betwixt him and the Knight of the Pudding and in the close of all commanded meat to be brought and was confirmed that Soto was no Ghost by his eating By this time it grew late Cynthia being mounted in the highest of her five and twenty Mansions the Champion therefore having imbraced Soto permitted him to depart and slank down into his bed the second time CHAP. VI The Champion recovered of his wounds but inwardly vexed at Simplicia's scorn is comforted and restored by Soto's excellent Oratory He and Soto forsake their Lodging to avoid an after reckoning Having left No-land they arrive in a continent where the Champion finds the winged Hog promised him by Lamia He and Soto mounting their bristled Beast are carryed through the Ayre meeting with many strange Adventures OUr Champions exterior wounds are not so wide but they may easily admit of cure were not his interiours mortally vexed with the vigorous pangs of Love the scorn of his Mistris Simplicia stuck Needles at his heart his sick soule is surrounded with dolour each thought is a thrust and every cogitation a Carbonado * * Zara's dolefull Complaint O Love Love said he thou least of bulk but greatest in strength of all the Powers immortall what has Don Zara done unto thy Deity that thou art so partiall in thy dispensations emptying thy Quiver at his brest and not ayming so much as one Arrow at her whose heart is more hard then Scythian Ice or the scales of Dragons Did not Gylo wash my head with warm Urine and Simplicia slight my Addresses as I had rather been a Lowt then a Lord a Coxcomb then a Champion and a Knave Rampant then a Knight Errant were my strength equall to my will I would break thy Bow and Bolts about thy eares and write thy Elegie with a Quill pluckt from thy own wing With these and the like fascinorous fancies he wearied himself almost all that night but Phoebus flinging about his Rayes to illuminate the world Soto resorted unto him using all possible perswasion to asswage his grief but alas to no purpose for the Fistula of Love had seized upon his very fundamentals so that though he grew every day more and more healthy being now able to eat and drink devoutly and traverse his Chamber as nimbly as a Berkshire Squirrell yet within he was more sickly then a Subburb Letcher or a drawl'd Prostitute fitting her self for Fluxation which Soto perceiving thought it his duty to take him to task and to endeavour to drive this Devill of Paphos out of him How now my Lord said he will you cast away that life which was given you to redeem others from death and destruction * * The Author disclaims this Invective as none of his but Soto's for a Fis-gig a flurt a sickle fantastick fallacious foolish Female What do we get by these Gim-cracks Satiation of our Iusts What is this fruition we so much covet but a kind of fulsome Recreation that flags our Crests and makes us look worse then stale Drunkards or losing Gamesters that have sat up all night to undo themselvs Be your self my Lord the Son of Mars and not the slave of Venus these whim-crown'd tumors un-man us all and are at best but coveted calamities This Satyricall Oration so much prevailed with the Champion that he was now quite changed into another man his heart which before was as soft as Curds is now totally petrifide and more obdurate then steel or Hangmen so that he who some minutes since was Loves creature is now more then his Conquerour tis true he shed abundance of tears sighing and sobbing as was pittifull to see but these showers were but the preludiums to Thunder-cracks My Arms quoth he O my Arms my Sword Shield and Mace but above all my Belt the sad vicissitudes of two dayes have laid a foundation of misery for many Ages bitten by a Bear baffled by Gylo reproached by Simplicia and denuded by Don Pantalone what horrour has Fortune yet to inflict My Lord said Soto Fortune was ever a foe to noble minds letting others pass as not worthy her notice the tallest Trees and highest Towers are sometimes levell'd when sheds and shrubs remain untoucht Engineers are sometimes blown up with their own Mines when Mouf-trap-Makers dye meerly with sickness or age Dukes and Marquesses fall by the Bullet or the Ax when Dunghill-Rakers and Maulsters out-live themselves Did you ever know a Gnat perish of the Pox Goats and Monkeys destroy themselves with Doing that then which you look upon as the Indignation of