The sprucer to accost and board her: And now began t' approach the door, When she, wh' had spy'd him out before, Convey'd th' informer out of sight, And went to entertain the Knight; With whom encount'ring, after longees Of humble and submissive congees, And all due ceremonies paid,
He strok'd his beard, and thus he said: Madam, I do, as is my duty, Honour the shadow of your shoe-tye ; And now am come to bring your ear A present you'll be glad to hear; At least I hope so: the thing 's done, Or may I never see the sun; For which I humbly now demand Performance at your gentle hand; And that you'd please to do your part As I have done mine, to my smart.
With that he shrugg'd his sturdy back,
As if he felt his shoulders ake:
But she, who well enough knew what (Before he spoke) he would be at, Pretended not to apprehend The mystery of what he mean'd. And therefore wish'd him to expound His dark expressions less profound.
Madam, quoth he, I come to prove How much I've suffer'd for your love, Which (like your votary) to win, I have not spar'd my tatter'd skin: And, for those meritorious lashes, To claim your favour and good graces. Quoth she, I do remember once
I freed from th' inchanted sconce, And that you promis'd for that favour
To bind your back to th' good behaviour; And, for my sake and service, vow'd To lay upon 't a heavy load,
And what 't would bear t' a scruple prove, As other knights do oft make love; Which, whether you have done or no, Concerns yourself, not me, to know; But if you have, I shall confess Y' are honester than I could guess. Quoth he, If you suspect my troth, I cannot prove it but by oath; And if you make a question on 't, I'll pawn my soul that I have done 't: And he that makes his soul his surety, I think, does give the best security.
Quoth she, Some say the soul's secure Against distress and forfeiture;
Is free from action, and exempt From execution and contempt; And to be summon'd to appear In th' other world 's illegal here, And therefore few make any account Int' what incumbrances they run 't; For most men carry things so even
Between this world, and hell, and heaven, Without the least offence to either,
They freely deal in all together,
And equally abhor to quit
This world for both, or both for it;
And when they pawn and damn their souls, They are but pris'ners on paroles.
For that, quoth he, 'tis rational,
They may b' accomptable in all: For when there is that intercourse Between divine and human pow'rs, That all that we determine here Commands obedience every-where; When penalties may be commuted For fines, or ears, and executed, It follows nothing binds so fast As souls in pawn and mortgage past; For oaths are th' only tests and seals
Of right and wrong, and true and false; And there's no other way to try
The doubts of law and justice by.
Quoth she, What is it would swear? There's no believing till I hear: For till they're understood, all tales (Like nonsense) are not true nor false. Quoth he, When I resolv'd t' obey What
commanded th' other day,
And to perform my exercise
(As schools are wont) for your fair eyes, T'avoid all scruples in the case,
I went to do 't upon the place; But as the castle is inchanted
By Sidrophel the witch, and haunted With evil spirits, as you know,
Who took my Squire and me for two, Before I 'ad hardly time to lay
My weapons by, and disarray,
I heard a formidable noise,
Loud as the Stentrophonic voice, That roar'd far off, Dispatch, and strip, I'm ready with th' infernal whip,
That shall divest thy ribs of skin,
To expiate thy ling'ring sin;
Th' hast broke perfidiously thy oath, And not perform'd thy plighted troth, But spar'd thy renegado back,
Where th' hadst so great a prize at stake, Which now the Fates have order'd me, For penance and revenge to flee, Unless thou presently make haste; Time is, time was: and there it ceast. With which, though startled, I confess, Yet th' horror of the thing was less Than th' other dismal apprehension Of interruption or prevention; And therefore snatching up the rod, I laid upon my back a load,
Resolv'd to spare no flesh and blood, To make my word and honour good: Till tir'd, and taking truce at length, For new recruits of breath and strength, I felt the blows still ply'd as fast As if th' had been by lovers plac'd In raptures of Platonic lashing, And chaste contemplative bardashing; When facing hastily about,
To stand upon my guard and scout, I found th' infernal cunning-man, And th' under-witch, his Caliban, With scourges (like the Furies) arm'd, That on my outward quarters storm'd. In haste I snatch'd my weapon up, rage a stop;
And gave their hellish Call'd thrice upon your name, and fell Courageously on Sidrophel;
Who now transform'd himself t' a bear,
Began to roar aloud and tear; When I as furiously press'd on,
My weapon down his throat to run,
Laid hold on him, but he broke loose, And turn'd himself into a goose, Div'd under water in a pond, To hide himself from being found. In vain I sought him; but as soon As I perceiv'd him fled and gone, Prepar'd, with equal haste and rage, His under-sorcerer t' engage; But bravely scorning to defile My sword with feeble blood, and vile, I judg'd it better from a quick- Set hedge to cut a knotted stick ; With which I furiously laid on, Till in a harsh and doleful tone It roar'd, O hold, for pity, Sir! I am too great a sufferer, Abus'd, as you have been, b' a witch, But conjur'd into a worse caprich: Who sends me out on many a jaunt, Old houses in the night to haunt, For opportunities t' improve Designs of thievery or love;
With drugs convey'd in drink or meat, All feats of witches counterfeit,
Kill pigs and geese with powder'd glass, And make it for inchantment pass; With cow-itch measle like a leper, And choke with fumes of Guiney-pepper;
Make lechers, and their punks, with dewtry, Commit phantastical advowtry;
Bewitch Hermetic-men to run
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