In villadge, borrough, towne or citty
Remaines there yet no grace, no pitty?
Answ. Not in sighes, not in want, not in teares.
Pal. Cold comfort in this answer; but proceede.
Above. we see a threatninge skye.
Answ. Beelowe the winds and gusts blowe hye,
And all all to fright hence this same juell.
Scrib. The lightninges blast, the thunders cracke,
The billows menace nought save wracke.
Answ. And yet man is then these much more crewell.
Pal. Unless my judgment quite miscarry,
Shee may lyve in som monastery.
Answ. Tis a place too that was fyrst assigned her.
Scrib. If not amongst religious men,
Yett where, where shall wee seeks her then?
Answ. Yet even there, there, you scarce scarce can find her.
Pal. If chastity and Innocens tryde
Have boathe escaped wind and tyde--
Answ. Yet oh why should the land, land these cherish?
Scrib. Of whome even billowes have a care,
Whom seas preserve, whom tempests spare--
Answ. Yet these these amongst men may perishe._
_Pal_. Uncharitable echo! from a place
Of pure devotion canst thou answer that?
If not in these religious monasteries,
In what place can we find could charity?
_Scrib_.
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