The Second part of Barrow Faustus Dreame.
To a pleasant new tune.
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AS lately I lay in my bed,
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willing for to sleepe:
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A drowsie Dreame came in my head,
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which made me for to weep,
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If you are willing for to know,
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Th[?] much thereof I will plainely show:
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Wherefore marke well the same:
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A[?]ight there came immdiately,
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A man and sayd come goe with me,
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but told me not his name.
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And then he brought me to a place,
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and sayd, doe not feare:
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Whereas I saw before my face,
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one sitting in a chaire:
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Methought it was a dolefull sight,
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And sure it did amaze me quite,
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his person to behold.
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He [ha]d l[?]ne joynts and hollow eyes,
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His fl[e]sh was gon clean from his thighs
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his face did shine like gold.
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I saide to him that brought me there,
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deare friend, what is he
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That sits so sadly in his chaire?
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I pray you tell to me.
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Then told he me it was a Judge,
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And from that place I must not budge
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for feare of further strife:
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For sure, my loving friend (quoth he)
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Great store of company thou shalt see,
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in perill of their lives.
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With that I saw a King standing,
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before him at that time:
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And he was clothed all in white,
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most seemely to be seene:
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Then came his [? a]nd his wife,
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And of the Ju[?] life,
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[?]e,
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If thou wilt grant my life to me,
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the tear me of twenty yeares,
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Good my Lord hold me excuse.
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For I have money out at use,
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which makes me shead my teares.
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Then said the Judge, tis all in vaine,
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because thou hatest the poore.
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Thy suite thou shalt not here obtaine,
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for all thy gold and store.
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I scorne thy gold and usury,
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A cruell death thou needs must die,
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therefore stand backe awhile.
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Then came in a simple man,
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That was scarce able to goe or stand,
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and on the Judge did smile.
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And said my Lord breake off this strife
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if it may please thee:
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Ile die to save the rich mans life,
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for that will much ease me.
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With that the Judge tooke by a dart,
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And strooke the poore man to the heart,
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which was his onely choise.
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Then sixe young children came in then
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With instruments
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which made my heart rejoyce.
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With that methought a trumpet did sound,
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dolefully, dolefully:
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About the judge they stood up round,
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presently presently:
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This to the good the Judge did say,
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Goe forth along in that straight way
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that leads to everlasting joy.
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The broad way left for the evill,
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The which will bring them to the divell
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which will their soules destroy.
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And with these words I did awake,
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Out of my drowsie sleepe:
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And unto prayer myselfe betake,
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as was both right and meece.
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Thus of my dreame I make an end,
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Trusting that God will us defend:
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and guide us with his grace:
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That when our lives draw to an end,
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Unto heaven he will us send,
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to have a resting place.
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