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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dialogue">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<HEAD>An EMBLEM of MORTALITY. Containing a DIALOGUE between a PRINCE and pale-fac'd DEATH.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">WHEREIN IT APPEARS, That no Per&s;on, from the Highe&s;t to the Lowe&s;t, can be free from his &s;evere Stroke, though never &s;o loath to leave the Glory of the Tempting World; yet it is evident that we mu&s;t whenever Death &s;hall call.</HEAD>
<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><ADD>8. Oct. 1687</ADD></DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>depiction of a skeleton holding an hourglass in one hand and an arrow in the other</FIGDESC>
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<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>depiction of a king (or other royal personage?)</FIGDESC>
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<FIGDESC>depiction of a man (the king?) on his deathbed</FIGDESC>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prince.</SPEAKER>
<L>BEhold, I am a Prince of High Renown;</L>
<L>My Head's adorned with a Royal Crown;</L>
<L>My Noble Lords they all bare headed &s;tand</L>
<L>Yielding <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">bedience to my Ju&s;t Command.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Death.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis true, great Prince, you can command; but I</L>
<L>Am come to tell <HI>you,</HI> that <HI>you</HI> now mu&s;t die:</L>
<L>Therefore, <HI>great Sir,</HI> your power will decay;</L>
<L>Another in <HI>your</HI> Kingdom mu&s;t bear &s;way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prince.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mu&s;t I be &s;tript of all my Worldly bli&s;s?</L>
<L>Who dare pre&s;ume to bring &s;uch News as this</L>
<L>Into <HI>my Court,</HI> and fill <HI>my</HI> Royal Ears,</L>
<L>My Head, my Heart, my Soul with &s;lavi&s;h fears?</L>
<L>E're <HI>you</HI> depart, I &s;olemnly declare,</L>
<L>I'll know from whence <HI>you</HI> come, and who <HI>you</HI> are.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Death.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, that <HI>you</HI> &s;hall, for here I'le make it known,</L>
<L>'Twas I that did the Kings of old unthrone;</L>
<L>Not only &s;o, I conquer <HI>great</HI> and <HI>&s;mall;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The King of Terror</HI> &s;ome my Title call:</L>
<L>I am <HI>Impartial,</HI> when I &s;trike my blow;</L>
<L>To rich and poor I equal favour &s;how:</L>
<L>Sure you mu&s;t needs have heard of me before,</L>
<L>Who when I &s;trike, no mortal can re&s;tore.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prince.</SPEAKER>
<L>And is thy Dart &s;o <HI>fatal?</HI> then forbear</L>
<L>To &s;trike, becau&s;e I much <HI>unwilling</HI> are</L>
<L>To leave this World, while in my youthful prime;</L>
<L>My blooming years <HI>call</HI> for a longer time</L>
<L>To Reign, and reap the plea&s;ures of <HI>Delight;</HI></L>
<L>Behold, I am in <HI>all my Glory</HI> bright:</L>
<L>Therefore I cannot reli&s;h this your News;</L>
<L>Methinks a potent Prince you might excu&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Death.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, no, I can't excu&s;e, though ne'r &s;o great,</L>
<L>And therefore now in brief I do relate,</L>
<L>That I mu&s;t conquer you before I go;</L>
<L>Therefore it is in vain to an&s;wer, <HI>No.</HI></L>
<L>This World, and <HI>all its Glory</HI> you mu&s;t leave,</L>
<L>But yet I would not have you &s;eem to grieve;</L>
<L>For though this pre&s;ent Life you do lay down,</L>
<L>You may enjoy a never-fading Crown.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prince.</SPEAKER>
<L>Though this is true, yet loath I am to dye;</L>
<L>Ob&s;erve, and I will tell the rea&s;on why:</L>
<L>Some of my Subjects <HI>worthy</HI> things have done,</L>
<L>By which <HI>my Princely Favour</HI> they have won,</L>
<L>And now they wait to be prefer'd by me;</L>
<L>Therefore pale Death, I'm loath to go with thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Death.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is a &s;lender &s;aying; now, <HI>great Sir,</HI></L>
<L>You mu&s;t with me no longer Time defer:</L>
<L>It is in vain to talk what mu&s;t be done</L>
<L>As a Reward; behold, <HI>your Gla&s;s</HI> is run:</L>
<L>And this, I do declare, mu&s;t be your doom,</L>
<L>To change your Palace for a &s;ilent Tomb.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prince.</SPEAKER>
<L>What Soul-amazing Me&s;&s;age do you bring!</L>
<L>How &s;hall I undergo &s;o &s;harp a thing?</L>
<L>Loath am I yet to <HI>yield</HI> to thee; for why?</L>
<L>No living man knows what it is to dye.</L>
<L>This tempting <HI>World,</HI> where <HI>peace</HI> &amp; <HI>plea&s;ures</HI> flow</L>
<L>Makes me (alas!) <HI>unwilling</HI> to forgo</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;weet <HI>Delights,</HI> and therefore would I give</L>
<L>Coffers of Gold that I might longer live.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Death.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is thy <HI>Wealth?</HI> what is thy <HI>Golden Ore?</HI></L>
<L>If thou could&s;t give ten thou&s;and <HI>worlds</HI> and more,</L>
<L><HI>All this</HI> is nothing, for it cannot &s;ave</L>
<L>The highe&s;t pitch of Honour from the Grave.</L>
<L>If mighty men for <HI>Gold</HI> long Lives could buy,</L>
<L>They would be <HI>full</HI> of years before they'd die:</L>
<L>But this was never yet, nor ne'r will be;</L>
<L>Therefore make ha&s;te, and come along with me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prince.</SPEAKER>
<L>Although you &s;ay my Life <HI>you will</HI> not &s;pare,</L>
<L>I am not free to go, therefore forbear</L>
<L>To &s;hew your &s;harp and &s;trict &s;everity;</L>
<L>Who knows but there may yet be <HI>Help</HI> for me?</L>
<L>Run, <HI>call</HI> my able Doctors now with &s;peed;</L>
<L>For why? I find there never was more need.</L>
<L>My <HI>cheerful</HI> Countenance is waxed <HI>pale;</HI></L>
<L>My Joints do <HI>tremble,</HI> and my Spirits <HI>fail.</HI></L>
<L>Come ye Phy&s;icians now and comfort me,</L>
<L>Then you <HI>&s;hall</HI> find my <HI>Genero&s;ity;</HI></L>
<L>Not only Gold, but <HI>Honour</HI> and <HI>Renown:</HI></L>
<L>Speak words of Comfort, do not ca&s;t me down.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Death.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is in vain on Doctors to rely;</L>
<L>They cannot &s;ave whom God hath &s;aid <HI>&s;hall dye:</HI></L>
<L>In vain Man &s;eeks to them for Life; 'tis known,</L>
<L>They cannot add one minute to their own.</L>
<L>Now you upon your dying Bed condole,</L>
<L>Send for the &s;weet Phy&s;icians of the Soul;</L>
<L>The Able Doctors of Divinity,</L>
<L>Who <HI>will</HI> admini&s;ter good things to Thee.</L>
<L>So <HI>will</HI> your Joys abundantly encrea&s;e,</L>
<L>In laying down this <HI>painful life</HI> in peace.</L>
<L>Fear not thy change, for he that hath done <HI>well,</HI></L>
<L>Shall Live &amp; Reign where Saints and Angels <HI>dwell.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>Prince.</SPEAKER>
<L>Farewel the <HI>World,</HI> and e'ery thing that's vain,</L>
<L>With my Redeemer now I hope to Reign.</L>
<L>Then with a &s;mile he &s;aid, Welcome &s;weet Death,</L>
<L>To thee I freely do re&s;ign my breath.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>BEhold this Emblem of Mortality,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which &s;hows there can no mortal man be free</HI></L>
<L><HI>From Death, who conquers all, both high and low,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There's none that can with&s;tand his fatal blow:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then let us learn to live &s;o righteous here,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That we the &s;troke of Death may never fear.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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