CHA. W. <br /> <br />W. Charon! thou slave! thou fooll! thou cavaleer! <br />CHA. A slave! a fool! what traitor's voice I hear? <br />W. Come bring thy boat. CH. No, sir. W. No! sirrah, why? <br />CHA. The blest will disagree, and fiends will mutiny <br /> At thy, at thy [un]numbred treachery. <br />W. Villain, I have a pass which who disdains, <br /> I will sequester the Elizian plains. <br />CHA. Woes me, ye gentle shades! where shall I dwell? <br /> He's come! It is not safe to be in hell. <br /> <br /> CHORUS. <br /> Thus man, his honor lost, falls on these shelves; <br /> Furies and fiends are still true to themselves. <br /> <br />CHA. You must, lost fool, come in. W. Oh, let me in! <br /> But now I fear thy boat will sink with my ore-weighty sin. <br /> Where, courteous Charon, am I now? CHA. Vile rant! <br /> At the gates of thy supreme Judge Rhadamant. <br /> <br /> DOUBLE CHORUS OF DIVELS. <br /> Welcome to rape, to theft, to perjurie, <br /> To all the ills thou wert, we canot hope to be; <br /> Oh, pitty us condemned! Oh, cease to wooe, <br /> And softly, softly breath, least you infect us too.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mock-charon-dialogue/
