%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / RECANTATION / Of a PENITENT / PROTEUS; / Or, The / CHANGLING: / AS / It was Acted with good Applause in St. Maries in Cambridge, and St. Pauls in London, 1663. Wild, Robert University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1663-1663 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/26/2018 36348

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1 D[o]ctor Faustus Fortune my Foe Doctor Faustus ATend good People, lay by scoffs and scorns, / Let Roundheads all this day pull in their horns, Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 6: 556 THE / RECANTATION / Of a PENITENT / PROTEUS; / Or, The / CHANGLING: / AS / It was Acted with good Applause in St. Maries in Cambridge, and St. Pauls in London, 1663. THE RECANTATION Of a PENITENT PROTEUS; Or, The CHANGELING: AS It was Acted with good Applause in St. Mary's in Cambridge, and St. Paul's in London, 1663. Wild, Robert 1663-1663

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ATend good People, lay by scoffs and scorns, Let Roundheads all this day pull in their horns, But let Conformists and brave Caviliers Unto my doleful Tone prick up their Ears. Take from my neck this Robe, a Rope's more fit, And turn this Surplice to a Penance-sheet, This Pulpit is too good to act my part, More fit to preach at Tyburn in a Cart: There I deserv'd t'have taken my degree, And Doctor Dun should have presented me; There with an hempen Hood I should be sped, And his three-corner'd Cap should crown my head. Here I am come to hold up guilty hand, And of the Beast to give myself the Brand, Hereby confessing I have been i'th wrong, I come to bore myself t[h]rough my own Tongue. In learning my poor Parents brought up me, And sent me to the Universitie, There I soon found bowing the way to rise: And th' only Logick was the Falacies. Instead of Aristotles Organon, Anthems and Organs I did study on; If I could play on them, I soon did find, I rightly had Preferment in the Wind. I follow'd that hot scent without controul, I bow'd my body, and I sung Fa Sol; I cozen'd Doctor Couzens, and e're long A Fellowship obtained for a Song. Then by degrees I clim'd until I got, Good Friends, good Cloaths, good Commons, and what not? I got so long, until at length I got A Wench with Child, and then I got a Blot. Before the Consistorie I was try'd, Where like a Villain I both swore and ly'd, And from the Whore I made, I was made free, By purging of myself Incont'nentLEE. But as I scorn'd to Father mine own Brat, 'Twas done to me as I had done with That. The Doctors all, when Doctor I would be, As a base Son, refus'd to Father me; With much adoe, at length by art and cunning, My Tears and Vows prevail'd with Peter Gunning, Me to adopt; and for his love and care, I will devote myself to Peter's Chair. Cambridge I left with grief and great disgrace, To seek my fortune in some other place; And that I might the better save my stake, I took an Order, and did Orders take. Amongst Conformists I myself did list A Son o'th Church as good as ever pist. But though I bow'd and cring'd, and crost and all, I only got a Vicaridge very small. E're I was warm (and warm I ne're had been In such a starved hole as I was in) A fire upon the Church and Kingdome came; Which I strait help't to blow into a flame. The Second Part. MY Conscience first, like Balaams Ass, was shy, Bogled, and winc't; which when I did espy, I cudgel'd her, and spurr'd her on each side, Until the Jade her paces all could ride. When first I mounted on her tender back, She would not leave the Protestant dull Rack, Till in her mouth the Cov'nant Bit I got, And made her learn the Presbyterian Trot; 'Twas an hard Trot, and fretted her (alas) The Independent Amble easier was, I taught her that, and out of that to fall To the Tantivy of Prelatical.
I rode her once to Rumford with a pack Of Arguments for th'Cov'nant on her back. That Journey she perform'd at such a rate, ThCommittee gave me a rich piece of Plate. From Hatfield to St. Albans I did ride, The Army call'd for me to be their Guide; There I so spur'd her, that I made her fling Not only dirt, but Blood upon my King. When Cromwel turn'd his Masters out by force, I made the Beast draw like a Brewers horse; Under the Rump I made her wear a Crooper, And under Lambert she became a Trooper. When Noble Monk the KING did home conveigh, She (like Darius Steed) began to neigh. I taught her since to Organ Pipes to prance, As Banks his Horse could to a Fiddle dance. Now with a Snaffle or a Twined-Thread To any Government shee'l turn her head. I have so broke her, she doth never start, And that's the meaning of my broken heart. I have found out a cunning way with ease To make her cast her Coat when ere I please; And if at Rack and Manger she may be, Her Colts tooth she will keep most Wanton-LEE. I'le change as often as the Man i'th Moon; [His frequent Changing makes him rise so soon] To eat Church Plumb-broth e're it all be gone, I'le have the Devils spoon but I'le have One. For many years my Tongue did lick the Rump; But when I saw a KING was turn'd up Trump, I did resolve still in my hand to have One winning Card, although 'twere but a Knave. If the Great Turk to England come, I can Make Gospel truckle to the Alchoran; And if their Turkish Sabbaths should take place, I have in readiness my Friday face. If lockt in Iron Chest (as we are told) A Loadstone their great Mahomet can hold: The Loadstone of Preferment (I presage) To Mahomet may draw this Iron Age. The Congregation way best pleas'd my mind; There were more Shees, and they most free and kind: By Chamber practice I did better thrive Than all my Livings, though I Skimmed five. Mine Eyes are open now my Sins to see, With Tears I cry, Good People pardon me; My Reverend Fathers Pardon I do crave, And hope my Mothers Blessing yet to have. My Cambridge sins, my Bugden sins are vile, My Essex sins, my sins in Ely-Isle, My Leicester sins, my Hatfield sins are many, But my St. Albans sins more red than any. To CHARLES the First I was a bloody Foe, I wish I do not serve the Second so: The only way to make me leave that trick, Is to bestow on me a Bishoprick. This is St. Andrews Eve, and for his sake A Bishoprick in Scotland I could take; And though a Metropolitan there be, I'de be as Sharp, and full as Arch as he. Now may this Sermon never be forgot, Let others call't a Sermon, I a Plot, A Plot that takes, if it believed be; If not, I shall repent Unfeigned-LEE. I must desire the Crack-fart of the Nation, With rev'rance to let fly this Recantation; Our Names ty'd tail to tail, make a sweet change, Mine only is Strange-Lee, and his Le-Strange.
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