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MARRIAGE OF CHRISTIAN ROSENCREUTZ. 119
Yet men are grown so bold and rude,
Not weighing their ineptitude,
As still to thrust themselves in place
Whereto none of them called was.
No cock's-comb here himself may sell,
No rascal in with others steal,
For we resolve without all let
A Wedding pure to celebrate.
So, then, the artists for to weigh,
Scales shall be fixt th' ensuing day ;
Whereby each one may lightly find
What he hath left at home behind.
If here be any of that rout,
Who have good cause themselves to doubt,
Let him pack quickly hence aside,
Because in case he longer bide,
Of grace forelorn, and quite undone,
Betimes he must the gantlet run.
If any now his conscience gall,
He shall to-night be left in th' hall,
And be again releast by morn,
Yet so he hither ne'er return.
If any man have confidence,
He with his waiter may go hence,
Who shall him to his chamber light,
Where he may rest in peace to-night. "
As soon as she had done speaking, she again made
reverence, and sprung chearfully into her throne, after
which the trumpets began again to sound, and conducted
her invisibly away, but the most part of the small tapers
remained, and still one of them accompanied each of us.
In our perturbation, 'tis scarcely possible to express what
pensive thoughts and gestures were amongst us, yet most
part resolved to await the scale, and in case things sorted
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not well to depart (as they hoped) in peace. I had soon Autor
cast up my reckoning, and seeing my conscience convinced
me of all ignorance and unworthiness, I purposed to stay
with the rest in the hall, and chose rather to content myself