Ulysses
the reason was that in the way he fell in with a certain whore
of an eyepleasing exterior whose name, she said, is Bird-in-
the-Hand and she beguiled him wrongways from the true
path by her flatteries that she said to him as, Ho, you pretty
man, turn aside hither and I will show you a brave place,
and she lay at him so flatteringly that she had him in her
grot which is named Two-in-the-Bush or, by some learned,
Carnal Concupiscence.
This was it what all that company that sat there at com-
mons in Manse of Mothers the most lusted after and if they
met with this whore Bird-in-the-Hand (which was within
all foul plagues, monsters and a wicked devil) they would
strain the last but they would make at her and know her.
For regarding Believe-on-Me they said it was nought else
but notion and they could conceive no thought of it for,
first, Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was the very
goodliest grot and in it were four pillows on which were four
tickets with these words printed on them, Pickaback and
Topsyturvy and Shameface and Cheek by Jowl and, second,
for that foul plague Allpox and the monsters they cared not
for them for Preservative had given them a stout shield of
oxengut and, third, that they might take no hurt neither
from Offspring that was that wicked devil by virtue of this
same shield which was named Killchild. So were they all in
their blind fancy, Mr Cavil and Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr
Ape Swillale, Mr False Franklin, Mr Dainty Dixon, Young
Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. Wherein, O wretched
company, were ye all deceived for that was the voice of the
god that was in a very grievous rage that he would presently