A Mock Charon.

CHaron! Thou Slave! Thou Fool! Thou Cavaleer
A Slave, a Fool, What Traitors voice I Hear?
Come bring thy Boat.
No Sir.
No sirrah why?
The Blest will disagree, and Fiends will mutiny
At thy, at thy, numbred Treachery.
Villain, I have a Pass, which who disdains,
I will sequester the Elizian plains.
Woes me! Ye gentle shades! where shall I dwell?
He's come! It is not safe to be in Hell.
Thus man, his Honor lost, falls on these Shelves;
Furies and Fiends are still true to themselves.
You must lost Fool come in.
Oh let me in!
But now I fear thy Boat will sink with my oreweighty sin.
Where courteous Charon am I now?
Vile Rant!
At th' Gates of thy supreme Judge Rhadamant.
Welcome to Rape, to Theft, to Perju…ie,
To all the ills thou wer…, we canot hope to be;
Oh pitty us condemn'd! Oh cease to wooe,
And softly, softly breath, least you infect us too.