Scape

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace / As I have seen in one autumnal face. / Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape, / This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape.

He (to beguile the ſimple) makes no bone / To ſvvear by God (for he beleeues ther's none); / His Svvord's his Title; and vvho ſcapes the ſame, / Shall haue a Piſtol, or a Poyſonie dram: […]

Hee will provide you keyes, and locks, to spie, / And scape spies, to good ends

I spake of most disastrous chances, […] Of hairbreadth scapes in the imminent, deadly breach.

Not pardoning so much as the scapes of error and ignorance.

though I am not bookish, yyet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in the 'scape