Errour on the left hand, through a frozen securitie Howsoeuer hot in opposition, when Satan so hears them. Acted by way of dialogue. Betw. 1 Malcontent and Romanista. 2 Mal-content Romanista & Libertinus. 3 Malcontent and Libertinus. 4 Malcontent and Atheos. 5 Malcontent and Atheoi. 6 Malcontent & the good & bad spirit. 7 Malcontent and Mediocrity. By Henoch Clapham.

A Pastorall Epilogue, betweene Hobbinoll, and Collin Clout.

Collin

GOod Hobbinoll, why hangs thou so thy head; hast lost some sheep, or be some lābkins dead? Thou Whilome sung vnto thy oten pipe, as Fary▪ queen could not but loue and like. What meane these dumps?

Hobb.

Oh, Collin-clout, ays me, Some of my Lambs, that erst were full of glee, Now droope amaine and squat aside the hill, As hauing suckt from Dams, some fatall ill: Or frō the grasse, haue lickt the venomd web, Which hath them brought vnto so low an ebbe. Black Will (that vsde to lead them with his Bell) His heart is broke, to see they be not well. And, that is worse, the cause is yet vnknowne, Frō whēce these euils, vntimely euils be growne.

Collin.

And what shall Collin haue, if he can tell From whence it comes, and how it shalbe well?

Hobb.

O Collin, theres a kisse, and it shall binde Me to performe the promise is behinde; Speak louing Boy, I long to heare thee speake.

Collin.

Ey, ey, but you your promise once did breake, Giue me your hand, that you will pitch and pay: Now, whats your promise?

Hobb.

Hearken what I say. I haue a nest of Turtles, flidgd well ny; Hearke, hearken Clout, one of them now did cry: Tell me good newes, & thou shall haue thē both.

Collin.

But fetch them first.

Hobb.

Clout, Clout, thou'rt very loth To giue me credence 'fore thou haue thy pay:

Well, well Ile fet them.

Collin.

See you doe not stay. I trust him? no: gainst Christmas he did say, He would me giue a dozen points to play, But whē yoole came, he dodgd me off with twaine▪ And said he should but sin, play to maintaine, Come, set them downe. Now hearken forth: Seest Hobbinoll, on th'outside of that dale (my tale In shadowie plots, the Vipers, Monks-cowle groes; Which with his yellowe flower full trickly shoes, His leaues (but darker) snipt like to the vine, But trust me Hobbinoll, too bad for swine. Some of thy flock, too greedy of that shade, There lickt and cropt, till they were sickly made. And to say sooth, with such a trick as that, Pers lost ten Ewes and Lambkins, that is flat.

Hobb.

Aes me; but what will help them to recouer?

Collin.

Giue me my doues. This vale now walke we ouer, Seest thou that Hill? seest thou that helmet flower, Whose stalke is hollow as a kex? In it is power, T'expell the venom of the others bane, If now in time, it off the sheepe be tane.

Hobb.

How, how good Clout?

Collin.

Dig it vp Hobbinole. That double-root, now stamp thou in a bole, And put the iuyce to milk made somwhat warme, Then geet them with an horne; & feare no harme.

Hobb.

For euerie sore, no doubt, a salue there is, But sin blindes sheepherds, that they doe amisse. But well I wot, hereafter I shall watch, If in such shades my sheep doe poison catch. Collin farewell, I must about this geare, Till they haue drunk this draught, I liue in feare: But proue all well, that sheepe and I may ioy, I (better while I liue) will loue my Boy.

Notes

• Deadly vvolfes∣bane, or, Aconite.
• Anthora, the anti∣dote.