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Digital Image File Name: 
142168
Source Call Number: 
V.a.125
Source Title: 
A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
Image Details: 
Part I. When reading Part I, Part II is inverted and reversed.
Source Creator: 
Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
Source Created or Published: 
ca. 1630
Physical Description: 
folio 15 verso || folio 16 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
Some halfe houre after enters the hole taile As if they were committed to the iaile The constable that tooke them thus deuided Made them seem apprehended & not guided When when wee had our fortunes both detested Compassion made vs freinds & soe wee rested. T'was quiclie morning though by our short stay Wee could not feele that wee had lesse to pay All trauelers th [e] is heauie iudgement heare A handsome hostesse mak's the reconing deare. Her smiles her words your purses must requite them And euerie welcome from her ads an Item Glad to bee gone from thence at anie rate For Bosworth wee are horst, behold that fate Of mortall men, foule error is a mother And pregnant once, doth soone bring forth an other. Wee who last night did learne to know our way Are perfect since, & further out next day. And in a forrest hauing traueld sore, Like wandring Beuis ere hee found the boare Or as soome louesick ladie oft hath done, Ere she was rescu'd by the knight o'th Sonne. Soe are wee lost & meete noe comforte then but carts & horses wiser then the men. Which page break 16. Which is the way, they neither speake nor point There tongues & fingers both are out of ioint Such Monsters by Colcherton banckes there Sit. After the resurrection from the pit. Whilst in this mile wee labour & turne round As in a coniurers circkle, William found A means for our deliuerance, turne your cloake Quoth hee, for Puck is busie in these Oaks. If euer wee at Bosworth will bee found Then turne your cloaks, for this is fairie ground. But e're this witchcraft was perform'de, wee met A verie man who had noe clouen feet. Though William still of little faith doth doubte Tis Robin or some Spirit doth walke aboute. Stricke him quoth hee & hee will turne to aire, Cross your Selues & then Strike, strike that dares. Thought it's for Sure this massie forrester In stroks will proue a better coniurer. But t'was a gentle keeper one that knew Humanitie & manners where they grew. And rod alonge soe far til he could Say Loe younder's Bosworth Stands & this your way And now when wee had Swet twixt Sun & Sun An 8 miles longe to 3. tie broade had Spun Wee learne the iust proportion from hence Of the Diameter & circumference. That night yet made amends, our meat our sheets Were far aboue the promise of those [sheets] streetes . Those
Credit: 
Transcriptions made by Shakespeare's World volunteers (shakespearesworld.org), participants in EMROC classes and transcribathons (emroc.hypotheses.org), participants in Folger paleography classes and transcribathons, and Folger docents.