THE Return of the renowned Cavaliero Pasquil of England, from the other side the Seas, and his meeting with Marforius at London upon the Royal Exchange. Where they encounter with a little household talk of Martin and Martinisme, discovering the scab that is bred in England: and conferring together about the speedy dispersing of the golden legend of the lives of the Saints.  
❧ If my breath be so hot that I burn my mouth, suppose I was Printed by Pepper Ally. Anno. Dom. 1589.   

PAQUILS return TO ENGLAND. Pasquil and Marforius.  PAS QVILL. 
Thou art the man MARFORIUS, I looked for, though I little thought to meet thee so suddenly upon the Exchange.  MARFORIUS. 
Ever since you took shipping at Grauesende, I have had the disease of a merchants wife, so love sick in your absence, that mine eye was never pulled from the Weathercock, and longing like a Woman for your return, I never saw gale of wind blow merrily out of the East, nor heard any Ship shoot off her ordnance in the Thames', but I ran presently to the water side to discover your coming in; I wonder how I miss you?  PASQVILL. 
Never marvel at that, I have learned to mask it; while some of Martin's good friends stood watching for me at Lambeth bridge, I came to an Anchor in Sandwich Haven. But of fellowship tell me, how hath my Countercuffe been entreated?  MARFO. 
It requireth a Summer's day and a Winter's night to tell you all. It was very welcome to the Court, thankfully received in both Universities, the Cities of the Land do give you good speeches, as for the Country, after the plainest manner, with heart and good will they are ready to greet you with a Cake and a cup of Ale in every Parish. This only is the thing that grieveth them, they know not what Pasquil is. They desire in all places of the Realm to be acquainted with you, because they would bring you intelligence thick and threefold, to further your volume of the lives of the Saints.  PASQ. 
I think I shall prove a state man, my packets come in so fast already, that I begin to swell in Books as big as Surius. If any desire to know what I am, tell them that I was once a Barbour in Rome (as some report) and every chair in my shop, was a tongue full of news. Whatsoever was done in England, France, Germany, Spain, Italy, and other Countries, was brought to me. The high and secret matters of Lords, Ladies, Kings, Emperors, Princes, Popes, & Monarches of the world, did ring every day as shrill as a Basin about my doors. In memory whereof, as Mercury turned Battus to a stone for bewraying his theft, it is thought that one Pope or other, mistrusting the slipprines of my tongue, blest me into a stone to stop my mouth. Others affirm, that the City of Rome, to requite me with honour when I died, erected me a little monument of stone, with a body, head, and hands thick and short, answerable to my stature, and set it up in the open street, where I assure you I have stood many years in the rain, my face is so tanned with the Sun, and my hide so hardened with the wether, that I neither blush when I bite any man, nor feel it when any man biteth me.  MARFO. 
I wonder how you were able to continue there?  PASQ. 
To hear every man's talk that passed by, was better than meat and drink to me. In steed of apparel, in Summer I wore nothing but paper liveries, which many great men bestowed upon me to their great cost, in Winter, I care for no cold, because I am a stone.  MAR. 
I beseech you Sir tell me, how came you into England?  PAS. 
Being once somewhat busy with Signior jacomo, about a pretty wench kept at Frescata for the Pope his Father's tooth. Gregory the thirteenth, terque quaterque, shook his white head at me with such a terrible look, that I was a feared he would have smytte my head into Tiber with a Thunderbolt. Nevertheless, the old man being of a mild disposition, and very merciful, I received a pardon for that fault. At the last, hearing the Scholars of the English Seminary merry, as they returned from their vinyeard, and full of fine tauntings when they talked of the Sects and opinions sprung up in England, I stole out of Rome by night, to make trial myself of the truth of their reports. When I came to England, for the good will I carried to my old occupation, I entered at London into Sprignols' shop, where the first news I heard among two or three Gentlemen, as they were a trimming, was, of a Martinist a Broker, the next door by, which with a face of Religion, having gotten other men's goods into his hands, was but new run away, and left his wife to the charity of the Parish. With this ridings, I grew very inquisitive to know what Martin was? A knave quoth one; a thief quoth another; he teacheth the Court a Religion to rob the Church. And some of the City that favour him, apt Scholars to take such an easy lesson, begin to practise their cunning upon their neighbours. Having gotten this thread by the end, I never left winding till I came to the paper that made the bottom. I frequented the Churches of the Pruritane Preachers, that leap into the Pulpit with a Pitchfork, to teach men, before they have either learning, judgement, or wit enough to teach boys.  MAR. 
I pray you Sir, why do you call them Pruritanes?  PAS. 
A pruritu. They have an itch in their ears▪ that would be clawed with new points of doctrine never dreamt of and an itch in their fingers, that would be nointed with the golden Aenulatum of the Church. I know they are commonly called Puritans, 
Three marks of a Puritan. 1.  and not amiss, that title is one of the marks they bear about them. They have a mark in the head, 
PRO. 30. 12. 2. 3.  they are self conceited, They take themselves to be pure, when they are filthy in God's sight; They have a mark in the eye, their looks are haughty; They have a mark in the mouth, a yerie black tooth, they are A generation that curse their father.  MAR. 
How now Cavaliero▪ are you come to Scripture?  PAS. 
Dost thou think, Marforius, that Pasquil having stood so many years in the streets of Rome, heard so many famous Clarks; especially father Swore the spaniard, and the sifted Greek wit of Father Augustine, and having spent so much time in private reading the best Books that night stir up my devotion, I would skip over the Book of all Books, the holy Bible? No, no, I have that volume in my hands, when many a Martinist hugs a drab in his arms, as you shall perceive by the lives of the Saints. I tarry but for one packet of information from Essex side, and that work shall come out of the Press like a bride from her chamber, spangled & trapped, with a full caparizon of the ornaments of this present age.  MAR. 
The Owls Almanac is expected at your hands as well as that.  PAS. 
That is a piece of service not to be neglected in his time. I have there set down all the upstart Religions in this Land. The Anabaptists, the Family of Love; the seven capital heresies for which some have been executed of late years in Suffolk; the diversities of Puritans and Martinists, with a number more which you shall hear of when that Book is Printed. A lamentable spectacle it will be, to see so many faces in one hood. But GOD knoweth, (before whom I stand) I desire not to cast it out as a block in the ways of men, for any to stumble at, or to stand at defiance with all Religion; but as a Sea-mark to discover the quicksands of new Religions.  
I have heard that Bernardin Ochin, a man of great learning, whom I knew in Rome to be the first founder of the order of the Capuchins, being once touched with the finger of God's spirit, began to detest the superstitions of the Church of Rome, and fled to Geneva. The same man had a desire also to visit England, and during the time of his remaining here, he found so many blind Sects and Religions within the land, that he turned back like a dog to his own vomit, and in some sort he fell into the biace of the Church of Rome again. Unhappy man, that being once lightened, looked back to that Sicilian Aetna, that spews up sinoake and sulphur into the world, to put out the eyes of men; Unhappy England, that by the diversities of opinions in Religion, set so many hands to his shoulders to thrust him down, that was so ready with a turn, to overturn. How these new pampered factions at this day, have shaken the hearts of many of her majesties loving people, and made them Chameleon like, capable of any faith save the right, I leave it to them that look into it.  MAR. 
Take heed what you say, it is a common report that the faction of Martinisme hath mighty friends.  PAS. 
That's a brag Marforius, yet if there be any such, I shall find them in the end, and against the next Parliament, I will pick out a time to pepper them. Though they were as high as the mast, as sure as the tackling, as profitable as the fraught, and as necessary as the sails, when the ship is in danger, overboard withal. What meaning soever some men have in it, I am assured, that it can neither stand with policy nor with Religion, to nourish any faction in civil matters, much less in matters belonging to the Church. Quid prodest si vos contineat una domus, 
DIVISION.  et separet diversa voluntas? What availeth it, (saith one) for men to be shrouded under one roof, if they be not of one heart? One secret faction in a Realm doth more hurt, than any general plague or open war. The pestilence and the sword are two heavy scourges in God's hand, that devour many thousands of men in a little time, yet they reach no further than the body, but a faction devours more, and sweeps away both body and soul together. Though the jews at the siege of jerusalem, were pressed by their enemies without the walls, 
One of these factions was the faction of the zealous reformers.  and punished with such a mortality within, that the carcases of the dead did dung the ground, yet they never went to the wall, till they grew to be factious, & fell to taking one another by the throat. Give me leave a little Marforius, to shift my sails, and come towards Italy. They that were wise prophesied long before of the state of Rome, that it should never decay but by division Which came to pass. For when the factions of Sylla and Marius, Caefar and Pompey, Anthony and Lepidus broke forth, the flourishing City began to cast her lease. The great Empire of great Alexander, like a flame of fire in a heap of flax, when it was at the highest, did shed itself suddenly in the air, and came to nothing by the dissensions of those that succeeded him. The proud neck of the Grecians, for all their wisdom, was after the like manner brought under the Persians and Macedonians. If we roll our eyes at one side into the bosom of our neighbour France, we shall perceive, that although it were many times invaded in the skyrts of the Country, by the Romans, yet it remained invincible, till Caesar took hold of the discords within the Realm. My head is full of water, and my cheeks be wet, when I think upon Constantinople, whose particular jars, laid her gates open to the Turk, under whose captivity she groaneth to this day.  
A faction in a Kingdom may well be compared to a spark of fire, 
Note  it catcheth hold at the first in some obscure corner, in a Shop, in a Stable, or in a rick of Straw, where it lieth covert a little time, but by little and little it gathers strength, till it rear itself up to great houses, Palaces, & Prince's Courts, and at last it rageth and overruns whole Cities & Countries, without quenching, before they be utterly overthrown. In the time of justinian the Emperor, about the credit and advancement of two colours, Blue and Green, there grew in Constantinople two mighty factions, which made such a head the one against the other, that in one day it cost many thousands of men their lives, and the Emperor himself was brought in great hazard, both of his Empire and his own person. Upon as light an occasion in the Dukedom of Florence, for the two colours of Black and White, very pestilent quarrels began there, and the factions of the Bianchi and the Neri, breaking forth like a lightning out of the Clouds, scourde & wasted the Country where they went. These were but little sparks in the rushes, 
Note gentle Martin.  that every man treadeth on, and very trifles at the first, yet you see how foul a Cockatrice may be hatched of so small an egg. If I should rip up the stomachs of some in England, when we consider the brawls, the Garboils, the tragical exclamations for Church apparel, may we not say that England is fallen into that fantastical faction of Florence for Black & White? Where had this brabble his first beginning, but in some obscure corner, in the tip of the tongue of some blind Parlor-preacher in the land, in shops, in stalls, in the Tinkers budget, the tailors shears, and the Shepherds' Tarboxe? I doubt not Marforius, but it will whither where it sprang, and end at where it began, in shame, and ignorance. Thou knowest that the surest prop of all Princes, is to promote true Religion, and to keep it inviolable when it is established, for this is the well tempered Mortar that buildeth up all estates. He that honours me, (saith God) I will honour him. But this chopping & changing of the Religion of the land (which was acquitted of accusations in the time of the famous K. Edward the fixed, and now advanced by the happy reign of the Queen's most excellent Majesty, & approved by the wisdom both spiritual & temporal, of the whole Realm, & confirmed by a general consent in the high Court of Parliament) is nothing else, but to pick out the Mortar by little and little, that at the next push, Martin and his companions, might overthrow the state, and make the Imperial crown of her Majesty kiss the ground.  
Where there is a division fostered, there can be no continuance of the present state, 
MATH. 12.  GOD himself hath taught it us. Martin's chief practice, in the Provinces of England where I have wandered, is, to persuade the simple, that her Majesty layeth such a log upon their consciences, as they ought not bear, whereupon they presume to make a shrewd scruple of their obedience, and begin to bound like a Colt that would cast his rider. Hath God powered so many blessings, upon the Church of England, by the very often, and very miraculous preservations of her sacred majesties royal person, and thereby given testimonies out of Heaven to the Religion of the Land, and dares Martin attempt to make a doubt both of it, and her? Credit me Marforius, this bursting the sinew of people's obedience to their natural Prince, cannot be done, but for a mischievous intent, what visor soever they set upon it. I would feign know what should be the reason, that so many hundreds of thousands in this Realm, have hitherto humbled themselves at the feet of one person? can it be because she is mightier than all they, she being but one, & they many millions; she a woman and they men? Is it any terror, think you, of the big bodied Holberders that guard her Majesty? No Marforius, if there were not some wonderful matter that withheld them also, even they might be given over to a reprobate sense, to bend every man the point of his Holberd at her. If we search it till the world's end, we shall find no other cause of this sweet harmony of people's hearts, that remain faithful and flexible to the shaking of her princely finger, but only this, the Religion of the Land. When Martin shall be suffered to displace GOD, that now dwells in the bosom of her majesties loving people, and buzz slanders of Religion into their ears, whereby they may conceive, that her highness by the maintenance of the Gospel, hath shut up their salvation in close prison, and that it moves God in his wrath to draw the Sword against her and the Realm, (as Martin himself avoucheth) what other consequent may we look for, but that every Pruritane transported with the heat and the ignorance of his zeal, will be as ready as a Papist, to lift up his hand against her, which mischief I beseech God to return into their bowels. How odious and how dangerous innovations of Religion are, Secretary Machiavelli, a politic not much affected to any Religion, discloseth by the example of Friar Savanaroll. He was a man like Martin, sprung up in such a time as Martin, when Spain, France, Rome, Arragon, and the Emperor, entered a league to make war altogether upon the Venetians. Savanarola boasted of Revelations, and secret conferences, held between the holy Ghost and him; Martin brags he is a special man, raised up on a sudden by the spirit of God for the good of England, as if GOD had been a stranger to us all this while. Savanarola made a bragging proffer, which he never performed, that he would pass through the fire, for the confirmation of his doctrine; Martin hath vaunted he will seal his opinions with his heart blood, but you may see by the starting holes he seeketh, that he never meant to keep his promise. Savanarola brought himself & his followers to confusion at last; and so will Martin. I muse how any state man can abide to hear of innovasions in Religion where the truth is preached? There is but one God, which cannot be divided, if he could, he were not God. All his graces tend to a gathering together of God's people in a unity of Faith, 
1. COR. 2. 12.  not to a scattering into divers Faiths, wherein the principal grace of a Martinist consisteth. Look unto the Heathen, the accusers of Socrates, made choice of this accusation above all others, as a matter very worthy of death in him: that he was a fellow that sought to set a new stamp of his own upon their Religion. One of the first Laws that Romulus laid, as a rib of iron into his government, was, Deos peregrinos ne colunfo.  
Take a pattern if you will, from private Families. What a pitiful thing is it to see, two Religions in one house? where the Father and the Son, the Husband & the Wife, the Master and Servant, are of divers faiths, the joints of that house begin to gape, and the fall of that house is to be feared. The diversity of opinions in so high a degree as is Religion, cannot choose but diminish the love and respect, that the one of them should carry unto the other. The Son will be careless of his duty to his Father, whom he takes to be a reprobate; the Father will make but slender reckoning of the Son, that believes not as he believes. The Wife will give little reverence to that Husband, whom she imagineth to be damned; The Husband will be rough and rigorous to such a Wife as obeys not him; The Servant will never give due honour to his Master, when he judgeth him to be the bondslave of the devil; The Master will as hardly protect that Servant, whose heart he perceives not to be with him.  
As then the government of Commonweals, was first drawn from the government of private houses, so that which is the ruin of private houses, grows in time to be the ruin of Commonweals. I have taken a little pain to visit divers of the Courts, Benches, Sessions, that are held in this Land in her majesties name, by virtue of her authority, but I never saw so bold, so-open, so-barbarous contempt of magistracy, in any other part of the whole world, as I have seen here. Such canuaces made, such stales set, such trains laid, such platforms drawn by the factious, to bring their Superiors into contempt, and yet they prove so ridiculous in every step they tread, that I am ready to stand on my nose when I trace them out.  
I was once in Antwerp, when great suit was made to the Masters of the English house, (by a Gentleman then employed in the Queen's affairs) for the entertaining a Preacher among them, both to teach & to minister the Sacraments there unto them. The request was soon granted, & Travars', a fellow that delighteth in obliquity, was the man that was brought thither, when he came, he had neither taken the Orders of the ministery, nor any licence to preach, according to the government of the Church of England, but ran into a corner among the French to receive it there. At last, one of the Ministers of those Churches, came with him to the company, and made a solemn protestation before them all, that he found Mast Travars' a fit man for the dividing of the word, and delivery of the Sacraments. Hac oratione finita. Sweet Master Travars', quem oneris causa nomino, for I bear him on my back till my tale be ended, at the first jump read a Statute made in Scotland (for Church government) to the natural Subjects of the Queen of England, and told them he would follow that. I would gladly be resolved in this place, whether Travars' did not begin very prettily to play the Pope, in taking upon him to discharge her majesties Subjects of the allegiance they own to their natural Prince, and in stealing away from the crown of England, as many english hearts as would hearken to him, to translate them at his pleasure to a foreign power? As he laid his foundation in dissension when he began to be a builder in God's house, so hath his work unto this day prospered, the whole frame I perceive is fallen upon him. They that were discreet, ventured courageously to set a leaver at him, & never gave over till he was removed.  
The Chronicles of England, and the daily enclosures of Commons in the Land, teach us sufficiently, how inclinable the simpler sort of the people are to routs, riots, commotions, insurrections, and plain rebellions when they grow brainsick, or any new toy taketh them in the head: they need no Travars' nor Martin to increase their giddiness. It should seem that the grand Prior of France, (a man now dead) had gotten some taste of their disposition, when in a Sonnet that he made for his own pleasure, to paint out the natures of all Nations, he touched the pride, the wantonness, the mutability, and the mutinies of the Spaniard, the Italian, the French, and the Scotchman, and to the shame of this Nation, he gives the English a dash over the face with a black coal, and saith: Traistre Angloi the English man is a Traitor. This is the ground, the Popes and the King of Spain, these many years have chosen to themselves to work upon, and used the English in nothing more, then in matters of high treason. Therefore I would wish the whole Realm to judge uprightly, who deserves best to be bolstered and upheld in these dangerous times, either they that have religiously & constantly preached obedience to her majesties loving people, or they that with a mask of Religion discharge them of their obedience?  MAR. 
Speak softly Cavaliero, I perceive two or three lay their heads at one side, like a ship under sail, and begin to cast about you, I doubt they have overheard you. This Exchange is vauted and hollow, and hath such an Echo, as multiplies every word that is spoken by Arithmetic, it makes a thousand of one, & imps so many feathers into every tale, that it flies with all speed into every corner of the Realm.  PAS. 
All the better for me, when I lack matter to talk of, I may resort hither to take up a little news at interest.  MAR. 
I marvel Cavaliero, that you press not the Martinists with much Scripture, they are great quoters of common places if you mark them.  PAS. 
Therein they are like to a stolen Courtesan, that finding herself to be worn out of credit, borroweth the gesture of a sober Matron, which makes her to every one that knows her, the more abominable; for the common sort whistle at her for her pride, and the graver sort spit at her for her impudency. How whorishlie Scriptures are alleged by them, I will discover (by God's help) in another new work which I have in hand, and entitled it, The May-game of Martinisme. Very defflie set out, with pomps, Pageants, Motions, Masks, Scutcheons, Emblems, Impreases, strange tricks, and devices, between the Ape and the Owl, the like was never yet seen in Paris-garden. Penry the welshman is the foregallant of the Morris, with the triple bells, shot through the wit with a Woodcock's bill, I would not for the fairest horne-beast in all his Country, that the Church of England were a cup of Metheglin, and came in his way when he is ovenr-heated, every Bishopric would prove but a draft, when the Mazer is at his nose. Martin himself is the Mayd-marian, trimly dressed up in a cast Gown, and a Kercher of Dame Lawsons', his face handsomely muffled with a Diaper-napkin to cover his beard, and a great Nosegay in his hand, of the principalest flowers I could gather out of all his works. Wiggenton dances round about him in a Cotten-coate, to court him with a Leathern pudding, and a wooden Ladle. Paget marshalleth the way, with a couple of great clubs, one in his foot, another in his head, & he cries to the people with a loud voice, Beware of the Man whom God hath marked. I can not yet find any so fit to come lagging behind, with a budget on his neck to gather the devotion of the lookers on, as the stocke-keeper of the Bridewel-house of Canterbury; he must carry the purse, to defray their charges, and then he may be sure to serve himself.  MAR. 
Peace, Cavaliero, your tongue will be slit if you take not heed, I have heard some say, you should wring for this gear if the Queen were dead.  PAS. 
Tush, thou art but a craven Marforius, if thou-feare that; hadst thou but one drop of that water in thine eye, which the Servant of Elisha the Prophet had, when he discovered so many Chariors of fire about his Master, thou shouldest see the Prayers of the Church of England, fly up into heaven for her Majesty, and return again with Olive-branches in their mouths (like the dove that was sent out of the Ark) to bring tidings of peace and long life unto her highness. These wonderful preservations of her royal person, which the eyes of this Land every day behold, are evident tokens, that GOD hath a work for her to do; there is a nail to be knocked into Siseraes' head, before she be called from the earth. But when extremity of age shall end her dales, I am of the mind of many thousands in this Land.  MAR. 
What is that?  PAS. 
He shall do me a pleasure that cuts my throat.  MAR. 
I perceive your abode in England, hath made you participate with the nature of an Englishman, where you set down your rest, you are very resolute, and it appeareth by your conceit, you were able to range a fair battle of Scriptures to charge your enemies, if you were driven to lead your forces out.  PAS. 
It grieves me Marforius, to behold, that by reason of this new faction, crept into the hearts of the most unlearned of all the ministery, the Preachers of England begin to strike and agree like the Clocks of England, that never meet jump on a point together. Whereby either the hearers of these contentions, should say, as the Auditors of the Philosophers did in times past, that the truth is buried in a pit where it cannot be found; or else be persuaded at the last, that GOD hath mocked them, and left the way of salvation unto men, as uncertain, as the way of Hannibal in the Alps. It is very strange, that the Gospel having been planted in this Land by those reverend By shops that are gone to GOD, men that watered their labours with their own blood, Christ seeing this pernicious impugning of all that, which by his Saints and holy Martyrs he hath left unto us, he should be now compelled to come over our shins with the same rebuke that he gave to Philip and the rest of his Disciples, 
JOHN. 14. 9  Have I been so long with you, and have you not known me? Hath Christ been so long so freely, so learnedly, so zealously preached in this Land; and must we now on a sudden, (as if God had showed us a juggling cast) grope for him again in a Puritans budget, stuffed full of railing & reviling Pamphlets? I am sure the Apostle teacheth me, 
JAMES. ●. 17.  that the wisdom which is of God, is Pure and Peaceable: if it be pure, it cannot communicate with that taste of the devils tongue, which is a slanderer by his occupation. If it be peaceable, it is without faction, & never runs into the dangerous gainsaying of Core, whose sin could not choose but be very great, because the punishment thereof was very great. But I feel by the pulse of a Puritan when I touch him, that his disease is the very Apoplexy of the Donatists, Quod volumus sanctum est. What soever they like, is Apostolical, be it never so bad: and and what they mislike is Diabolical, be it never so good.  
I shall never forget that man of God, Master john Fox, who though he neither sought Benefice nor Bishopric in the Land, yet when some of the faction came unto him with a Scottish Minister, and brought him certain Articles of Religion, (coined in a Mint among themselves) desiring him to set his hand unto them, the tears rolling down plentifully upon his face, he rejected them all with a sharp reproof. another time, when Paget fawned upon him, full of play, like a wanton whelp, whose worm was not taken out of his tongue, the good Father, enccuntered him in London in an open street with this geeting, God send thee a right mind to thy crooked gate. A good Prayer believe me for this dogged generation, that is ever barking against the Moon, and as men that are troubled with sore eyes, they think any light or Religion better & wholesomer then that they have, because they want learning to discern and judge of that they have. Yet they think I warrant you, to carry all away with censorical looks, with gogling the eye, with lifting up the hand, with vehement speeches, when the Wine which they broach unto the people, is the very poison of Dragons, and the gall of Asps, priest from a bitter Grape that never came out of God's Vintage.  
Aquitanicus Prosper found this to be the cause of all contention in the Schools of Philosophers and Rhethoritians Seipsis ducibus utebantur. Every one that had a whirligig in his brain, would have his own conceit to go currant for as good payment, as any infallible ground of Art; And I perceive the privy train that gives fire unto all this gun-shot, that hath been so lately discharged at God, and good men in the Church of England, is an overweening that Martin hath of himself, when he would have that to be the meaning of the holy Ghost, that his mastership imagines. It pleaseth his worship, in his Proem to his cokish conclusions, to make himself merry with the Bishop of Winchester for saying, I am not of opinion, that, una semper debet esse aconomia Ecclesiae, yet presently he fetcheth his seas himself, and leaps very boldly over head and ears, when he avoucheth, that Christ, his Apostles and holy Martyrs, are of opinion, that the government of the Church, should always and in all places be one etc. without setting down any one testimony of Christ, or Apostle, or holy Martyr in that behalf. Good Bishop, his opinion must be refused, and Martin's opinion must be received; every Goose of mast Martin must go for a Swan, and whatsoever he speaks, must be Canoniall.  MAR. 
But for all that, though Martin forgot himself suddenly in that strain, being somewhat eager of his Game, when he tossed the learned Father's opinion like a ball with the Racket, and made full account to bandy the whole Bishopric away, yet in other places he quoates Scripture.  PAS. 
He coateth Scriptures indeed, for he is light of foot, & overruns them Marforius in every place. Qui in evangelio quod vultis creditis, vobis potius quam evangelio creditis. They that believe what soever they lust in holy Scriptures, are a generation that give more credit to themselves than to the Scriptures; therefore it were good (saith a godly father) for such people, to tell the world plainly, that they make no reckoning at all of any Scriptures. And I assure thee, if that man may be taken for a fugitive and a Rebel, that runs to the enemy and forsakes his Prince, those simple creatures may worthily be denounced to be runagates from God, and from her Majesty, that forsake this sweet government, under which they have many years enjoyed the true preaching of the Gospel, to be speak them a new fashion of Religion at Martin's shop. Yet is there nothing so familiar in their mouths, as Templum Domini, and Verbum Domini, The Temple of the Lord, and the word of the Lord: they take the word by the nose with a pair of Pinchers, & lead it whether soever it pleaseth them. But there will be a day of account, when GOD, (by whose finger the word was written) shall revenge the forcible entries they have made into his possessions, & punish every sorrow they have ploughed upon his back. They are the very Spawns of the fish Saepia, where the stream is clear, and the Scriptures evidently discover them, they vomit up ink to trouble the waters, and labour to bring Religion to this pass, that as Appio the Grammarian reports of himself, he called forth Homer out of his grave, only to ask him what Countryman he was, and who was his Father? So now we must either burn all the Books and famous Libraries in the world, and take Martin's assertions for undoubted Maxims, or else fetch up the Apostles by conjuration, to demand of them whether we be right or no?  
As I came through France Marforius, I was desirous to ride from the one end to the other of Clara Vallis, where I found the last will and Testament of S. Bernard, standing in this form upon his Tomb. 
S. Bernard's will standing at this day upon his Tomb.  Tria vobis fratres, obseruanda relinquo, quae ut potui obseruavi. Primo. Nemini scandalum feci, si quando incidit sedavi ut potui. Secundo. Minus semper sensui meo quam alterius credidi. Tertio. Laesus de laedente nunquam vindictana petii. Ecce charitatem, humilitatem, patientiam, vobis relinquo. brethren (saith he) there be three things that I bequeath unto you to be observed, which as well as I could I have observed myself. First, I never gave scandal unto any person, if I did, I pacified the matter to my power. secondly, I stood upon mine own conceit less than I did upon other men's. Thirdly, when I was wronged, I never sought revenge. Behold, Charity, Humility, and Patience I bequeath unto you. This good Father shall rise up in judgement to condemn Martin. Had he been fearful of giving any Scandal unto the world, his uncharitable Pamphlets had never seen the Sun, Had he given less credit to his own censures and opinions, than to the censures and opinions of better men, so many good Scriptures had never been wrested, so many flowers in God's Garden had never been defaced. Had he been ready to suffer wrong without wring of revenge out of God's hand, he would never have thundered & lightened at so many rare men, whose learning and virtue is a prick in his eye, and a strong watch that intercepts every passage unto his Hierarchy. Let him swell while he burst, with the word in his mouth, so long as he breaketh the rule of Charity, and cares not whom he strike, so the edge of his tusk may have a lighting place, we may easily see what is within him. Infaelix lolium & steriles dominantae avenae. Scripture is often in the typ of his tongue, but Cockle is the grain we reap with him. It is the property of Martin & his followers, to measure God's mouth, by their own mouth, as you shall see in the May-game that I have promised you: for there you shall have a number of strange Notes upon the Text, some of them gathered from William Dike at S. Albans, in his clarklie Paraphrases upon S. Luke and S. john, some have been brought me from other places, & some I gathered myself, in an assembly of the brotherhood at Ashford in Kent. I went thither with a Student of Cambridge to a solemn exercise, and coming in the habit of Scholars, we pressed somewhat boldly into their company to dine with them, assuring ourselves to find some new service at their Table. When the Dinner was done, one of them read a Chapter, every man keeping his place still; The room was full of Artificers, men and women, that sat round about upon stools and benches to hearken to it. The Chapter was, the 1. Cor. 3. which being read. The reader began first to utter his conceit upon the Text, in short Notes, than it came to his next neighbour's course, and so in order Glosses went a begging, and Expositions ran a pace through the Table, till they came to me, whom they desired to open my mouth among the rest, I utterly refused to undertake the task, notwithstanding, I was so wonderfully urged, that I could not any way shift them off, and somewhat I spoke among them. When I came to the end of my career, my companion was requested to prick it for company with his friends. I needed no Minstrel to make me merry, my heart tickled of itself, when it came to his turn, because I knew him to be a Gentleman well studied in Philosophy, but he had not yet meddled with Divinity. He chose the thirteenth verse of the Chapter to discourse upon. Where the Apostle saith, Every man's work shall be tried by fire. But to see how bravely he trotted over all the Meterors bred in the highest Region of the air, to see how lovingly he made the sense of the Apostle, and Ovid's fiction of Phaeton's firing of the world to kiss before they parted, and then how soldier-like he made an end of his manage with a double rest, was sport enough for us to beguile the way, as we travailed back again from thence to Canterbury.  
I have brought many a proper note out of that meeting, for every man's spirit at the Table, had two bowts with the Apostle before he left him, and one whilst another spoke, had a breathing time given him to whisper with the holy Ghost, to know what should be put into his head to utter, against it came about to his course again.  MAR. 
Trust me Cavaliero, I take this to be the odd piece of work of all that hitherto you have spent your time in, I travail like a woman with child, till this be out. But have you not heard Cooper at Paul's chain, and the rest of the men that are commended to your ears by Martin Senior?  PAS. 
I have followed them also, and I find them fit to preach upon bellows, and Bagpipes, and blown Bladders, they are so full of ventosity, that I cannot come at their matter for wind and words.  MAR. 
What say you to Dike of S. Albans, how like you him?  PAS. 
He is an Ass, he is an Ass, quoth a learned Gentleman of Lyncolnes-Inne, that went thither to hear him at the last Assizes, and found him so bald, so bare, and yet so bold to fly into heaven with a few sick feathers, that Movit Cornicula risum. This generation hath a little smack of one of the plagues of Egypt, they skip very lustily into private houses, and fill our ears full of croaking like the Frogs of Egypt.  MAR. 
What should be the cause of these new Sect-maisters?  PAS. 
This mischief hath many fountains, which I will reduce for thy sake into a little compass. One cause I find to be mere ignorance. 
CANT. 6. 9  GOD'S Church is compared to an Army, well ordered and set in good array. In an Army you have many Commanders, Corporals, Sergeants, lieutenants, Captains, and Colonels, yet not all of equal authority, but all under the direction of one General, for the better leading in and out of the whole forces: and in God's Church, as it hath grown great, companies coming daily in unto it out of every tongue, and Tribe, and Country, and Nation, so all Ecclesiastical and Christian Histories, and Antiquities teach us, that there hath been a diversity of learned and skilful leaders, some higher, some lower than others in their places, and all under the controlment of one General, Christ himself, for the greater terror of Heretics & enemies of the Church, and for the grace, the beauty, and order of every Cornette and Ensign in the same, which is a thing glorious in God's eye, because he is the GOD of order. But the Martinists (silly wretches) ignorant and unlearned men, unfit for any eminent charge in the Church themselves, seek to draw every place in this Camp royal to an equality with themselves. A preposterous humour noted in the Ecclesiastical Histories, divers that were set beside the Cushion when bishoprics were a dealing, sought to make Bishops equal with every Minister. In this dangerous attempt, I find the three plagues that GOD threateneth for people's sins, to be powered out at this day upon the Church of England. First. The Sword is upon the right eye, and the right hand: what soever is right in the Church of England, is wounded by the Martinists, a crooked generation, that loves to swim sidelong with the Crab. Secondly. Like people, like Priest gins now to be verified: the Preachers of the faction, (like Puppets in a motion) begin to snap and to turn, and to speak, what, and when, and howsoever the people will, at whose tables they are fed like Geese in the Capitol, to gaggle at every man that is against them. Thirdly. Beauty and Bands: the two staves that God uses like a Shepherd to guide his people, are knapped in sunder. Beauty is burst; for our order is turned into confusion: Bands are burst also, for our unity is fallen into dissension. The main post whereupon the Bucklers, the Armour, the imaginary Trophies of the faction, is hanged up for the simple to gaze and wonder at, is only this, The Church of England hath committed fornication with the Church of Rome, and tripped out her foot like a strumpet, to ever devise of man's brain that hath passed by her.  
Herein I see the Church's case, is Susannaes' case, this accusation of incontinency is framed against her, by such as have sought to be incontinent with her themselves. Had Susanna prostituted her body to the Elders, her credit had never been called into Question by her accusers: had the Church of England, given up the keys of her Coffers, to bawds, boggers, and Bankrupts, the reverend Elders of Martinisme, had never put up any Bills of endightment against her the last Parliament. But as the story saith, that Daniel was raised by GOD to acquit her, and convince every scatterer of false reports, I think before I end, Signior Pasquil of England, will prove the man, that must set a gag in the mouth of Martin the great, and cut up an Anatomy of all his knavery. Me thought Vetus Comaedia began to prick him at London in the right vain, when she brought forth Divinity with a scratched face, holding of her heart as if she were sick, because Martin would have forced her, but myssing of his purpose, he left the print of his nails upon her cheeks, and poisoned her with a vomit which he ministered unto her, to make her cast up her dignities and promotions.  
This indeed is the mark that Martin shoots at, whereby you may see that one cause of Martinisme, is a collop that dropped out of Midas nose, a desire of Gold. This is the root of all the mischief, by this many men are fast locked in the devils snares, many souls are thrust through with many sorrows. This being the ground master Martin hath made his choice of, when he casts his accounts, and surueighes how little wit and how little might he hath to go through with his building, like a furious beast wrapped in the cords where he cannot stir, after many a vain plunge which he gives to break away, when he sees his labour lost, transported with a rage, he roars and he sums, and sets himself down in the Scorners Chair.  
Though Babies and fools stagger, and stand amazed to behold their new pranks, yet almost the meanest in God's School knows, it is no strange thing, that the Church should be vexed with such enemies. In the time of holy David the King, the Church was assaulted by a kind of people, whose mouths were as Quivors, and their tongues as Shafts, that did shoot very secretly at the best men. Unto this kind of people, holy men of God have given sundry titles, and thereby, as it were, clapped many Brandes upon their backs, to make them known to be rotten Sheep of the devils fold. They are termed to be Bulls of Bashan, Foxes, Serpents, Vipers, Wolves, Spiders, thieves, Firie-ovens, False-ioyes, & a great many names more of like honour, they have won in the field, and borne away the prize in every age.  
A year would scarce suffer me to discover them all at large. Yet that I may touch at every Coast which I have descried, they are called Bulls, because they doss out their horns against the truth; Foxes, because their conspiracies, and incontinencies, their unchaste and disordered life, shows them to be tied together by the tails like Sampsons' Foxes, but their heads be lose, they shake off their obedience to their natural Prince. Serpents, because they glide upon their bellies, No sin among some of them, from the navel downward. Vipers, to give light and estimation unto themselves, they tear open the bowels of their own Dam, and live by the death of her that bred them. Wolves, In outward appearance, they are like to the dog, and make a show to the world they would keep the Sheep, but all their desire is to kill the Sheep. Spiders, because they suck out their malice from very good herbs, and spin with great study an unprofitable web, good for nothing but to catch Flies. thieves, they break in by night into God's house, and would spoil though it were with the blood of the Saints. Firic-ovens, they have a scorching breath, and when they are drawn, they deliver a batch for the devils tooth. And to wind up their virtues in a word or two, they are False-ioyes, their substance is brittle, and their Books be Glass, give them but a filop, they run to a powder. What ground they have gotten by their practices among the witless, I need not tell you, seeing Martin Senior is so forward to tell you himself, that he hath a hundred thousand in the Land, ready to lift up a new Presbytery with private hands. Though I know that he lieth loudly, yet it were not amiss Magna componere parvis, and to look to his fingers, that he be not as ready when he spies his time, to lift up a new Prince.  
After GOD had once brought his Church out of Egypt, by the hand of Moses, there wanted neither jebusite, nor enemy a long time to fly in her face, and to hinder her passage to the Land of promise; And since God led his Church in this Land out of the bondage of Rome, by the conduct of her excellent Majesty, there never yet wanted Papist, Atheist, Brownist, Barowist, Martinist, Anabaptist, nor Family of Love to bid them battle, that their course to God's Kingdom might be stopped. But in all their attempts it fareth with them, as it doth with the Wrestler within the lists, he wins now and than, not because he is strong or impossible to be overcome, but because the match that he deals withal is weak; Martin hath made some head, in some parts of her majesties Dominions, not because his worship is invincible, but because he hath closed with the clouted shoe, and got a little credit by men's infirmities.  MAR. 
By your leave, Cavaliero, they say Martin hath great upholders.  PAS. 
It may be so to, some few that are as ready as himself, to rob the church: though he stand in they bosoms like the Grass upon the house to scape the Clergies Sickles, Pasquil will have a hook to pull him down. In the mean season, 
PSAL. 37.  his state is as the Grass upon the house, they that are wise and religious do pass by him, but they never bless him, as men do the crop upon the ground. Curses I have read and heard of many that have followed their humours, that have affected any pillage of the Church. When Simon the mutinous (upon a particular grudge he bore to Onias the high Priest) 
2. MAC. 3.  had informed Seleucus the King of Asia, of the Church's Treasure, the King sent Heliodorus his Treasurer, to seize it to the Crown: 
Martin's Visor.  Heliodorus came like a Fox, to visit and reform the disorders of C●elosyria and Phaenice. When the high Priest perceived, that reformation was his errand, but gold he sought, the grave countenance of Onias was stricken down, and the people beholding their Father heavy, ran some to the Temple, some to the Cittie-gates, some stood in their windows looking out, some gadded up and down the streets, like Bacchus' Froes, frantic for the time, and all jointly lifted up their hands, their eyes, and their voice to heaven, for the defence of the Church Treasure. Heliodorus was no sooner entered the Treasury to take the spoil, but there appeared to him a terrible man in Complete Armour of Gold, mounted on a barbed Horse, which ran fiercely at the King's Treasurer, and trampled him under foot. Therewithal appeared also, two men of excellent strength and beauty, whipping and beating him with so many stripes, that he was carried out of the place speechless, and without any hope of life at all.  
But because Martin will say the Books of the Maccabees are Apocrypha, and Sprignols' man told me (as he trimmed me the other day) that there is a new Barber in London, about to shave the Bible, wherein he finds somewhat that he would have clean discarded, I will deal with such Scriptures, as prevent them of all evasions. How dangerous it is to geld the Church goods, the end of Ananias and Saphira shall witness for me, 
ACTS. 5.  for though their death was the punishment of their sin in lying, yet I trust Martin will grant me, that they were drawn to that sin by the cord of Sacrilege. And if a greedy desire of withholding that from the Church which themselves had given, was of force to open such a window to the devil, that they were presently given over as a pray to the jaws of hell, to lie and dissemble with the holy Ghost, how many foul sins, and how many grievous plagues are to be feared in this Land, which already hang at the end of the line of Martinisme, and would speedily be pulled upon our heads, if we should but begin to take that from the Church, which we never gave? It may be, Mast Martin will flap me in the mouth with his politic reason, that it is good for the Realm, to maintain their wars by the Church revenues, because foreign invasions are daily looked for. But to meet with his wisdom at the half sword, I remember that Egypt in the time of joseph the patriarch, 
GENE. 47. 22. 26.  felt so extreme a famine, that the fift part of the Land was sold to relieve the Land, yet the patriarch in all this care he had, both of the Country and the King, to secure the one, & enrich the Coffers of the other, never attempted any sale of the land of the Priests, nor once diminished the same. If the holy patriarch in so great extremity, never ventured to alienate the possessions of Idolatrous Priests, though it were to the relief of a whole Kingdom, with what face dares any politic in the world, curtal the maintenance of the Church of God, and untile the houses that by religious Princes have been consecrated to God's service?  
Let us see the good that ensueth of their devices, & let England be warned by the precedents of other Nations. Celce the Constable of Gertrund King of Burgonie, having under the authority of the king his Master, enriched himself with the goods of the Church, was one day in the Church at his devotion, and as he heard the Prophet read, that proclaims a woe unto them that join house to house, and land to land, he gave a shriek suddenly in the congregation, and cried out, this is spoken to me, this curse is upon me, and upon my posterity and afterward died miserably. In France, jews the sixth, surnamed the great, was once a protector of the privileges of the Church, for perceiving that the Conte de Clerimont, the Lord de Roussi, the Lord de Meugn, the Lord de Bewieu, and others, had rifled the Bishoprics and Churches within the Realm, he carried Arms in the defence of the Church against them, and compelled them to restore their robberies to the Church again. The same King L●wes the great, urged with extreme necessity in his age, began at the last, to pull the Church himself. But S. Bernard, (one of the Lamps of the Church of GOD in those days) solicited the King with divers Letters, exhorting him fatherly to give over that course: at the last, perceiving that neither entreaty, nor reproof was able to withdraw him, he began to dart out the thunderbolts of the Church, and to threaten him, that he should shortly feel the judgement of God upon him, which suddailie came to pass, for by the sudden death of the young Prince his eldest Son, the staff of his age was broken.  MAR. 
You have made Signior Cavaliero, a sad discourse, yet I fear all this will not save the Bishopric of Elie, from shivering itself into many pieces.  PAS. 
What remedy Marforius? Though I be but a stone, I am not so senseless to presume like a Martinist, to teach her excellent Majesty how to wear a Crown. Her highness being so richly furnished, with so rare and high graces from above, and knowing which way to hold the Sceptre of the defenders of the faith, better by her own experience, than by the wisdom that is every day powered into her bosom by the counsels of others, for Pasquil to come in now with any advice for her, were to cast (God wots) one little drop of water into the Sea. Therefore whatsoever I have already spoken in this behalf, or shall utter hereafter, when Martin or his Master provokes me to single Combat, I couch it here with all duty and humility at her majesties sacred feet.  
I know the humour of a Martinist to be such, as David described long ago, 
PSAL. 12. 4.  Our tongues are our own, who is Lord over us? An ambitious desire to sit in the doors of every mouth to be seen and talked of, hath made them surfeit, and shaken them with many cold fits of the Fever of Eutydimus. He was a wrangling Logician, that had rather say any thing, then seem to be conquered in disputation, which made him as a man mad and impudent, to maintain by argument, that his dog was his father, and the father of all the world, he grew so perverse and so slippery in his conclusions, that he proved as quick as an Eel in every quirk, the harder he was gripped, the sooner he slipped out of every hand. But Pasquil is made of another temper, he acknowledgeth the least Magistrate in the Land to be Lord of his tongue, & the Laws of this Country, to be the curb that God & her Majesty have made for unruly mouths, lest her people should gore one another like brute beasts. Pasquil offereth his back to S. Bernard's discipline, far from the contentions of Martin and Eutydimus, he giveth less credit and authority to his own wit, than to the least of all those that he finds to be men of more learning and judgement than himself.  
Martin cries out (as if he had already poisoned the springs head, where the whole Realm should fetch water) Let the Court alone, he saith he knows what a wonderful working the hope of gain and of gold hath in that place, yet Pasquil is resolved, that her excellent Majesty, (as hitherto she hath done) will continue still her princely favour to the Privileges of the Church of England, and give the blessing to it that Moses gave to the Priesthood of the Tribe of Levi, and pray for them First, That the urim and Thummim may be among them, 
DEUT. 33. 8.  wisdom and knowledge for the people's good, and that when they offer unto the Lord, The work of their hands may be accepted. Next, that God in his mercy would Bless their substance, and smite their enemies quite through the loins, that they may never rise again.  MAR. 
Enough Cavaliero, the Clock strikes eleven, and the Merchants come in to the Exchange apace, I think it were best to talk no longer here. And seeing Martin's matters begin to be whust, it were good in my judgement to suppress your volume of The lives of the Saints.  PAS. 
Nay Morforius, I must have three courses of the Lance with Th. Cartwright, before I leave. Hath Martin made him his God, and thinketh he to escape my fingers? I will be with him to bring, from the very first rocking of his cradle, to the last penny that he paid for purchasing. What? shall I never take the faction without hypocrisy? would a man think this companion were persecuted by the Church of England, that in the heat of his persecution is so brave a purchaser? Go toe bother Thomas, tell your neighbours about you, Rogers of Bifielde, Fen of Coventry and the rest, that I keep a Register of all the Puritan purchasers in the Realm, & I mean to be Clerk of their Audit for these seven years, my Paten is already sealed.  MAR. 
Seeing you will forwards with the works you have taken in hand, give me some direction for the privy dispersing them when they come out.  PAS. 
I would have thee principally, to drop some of them down at Penrie the Welch-man's haunt.  MAR. 
Where is that?  PAS. 
Tut, I perceive you know nothing. At the sign of the silver fork and the toasted cheese, where the Painter to bewray both his abuse of the Scriptures, & his malice against the Church, hath drawn him his word with a Text-pen, Zelus domus tuae comedit me. A speech holy David did use, when the zeal of the Church did eat up the Court, and a speech now describing the spirit of Penrie, that would feign turn the Church of the Land to a toasted cheese, that the zeal of the Court might eat up her.  MAR. 
You said in the end of your Countercuffe, that you would send us a commentary upon Martin junior, I forgot till now to ask you what is become of that?  PAS. 
I fell that night into a trance, wherein me thought I saw a very golden wit perform that matter, with so keen a tooth, and such a pleasant grace, that I gave over to him, and farthered The lives of the Saints, as much as my leisure would give me leave. And credit me, when I came to the life of the myncing Dame of Rochester with the golden locks, whose conceit was so quick, that she caught a child whilst her husband was from her, as her clap was so sudden, that no body knows how it came, or how it went, for since she was delivered, (pass & repass) the child was never heard of: so my pen was as swift as the post-horse of the Town, I ran a great deal of ground in a little time about her causes. But who cometh yonder Marforius, can you tell me?  MAR. 
By her gate and her Garland I know her well, it is Vetus Comaedia. She hath been so long in the Country, that she is somewhat altered, this is she that called in a counsel of Physicians about Martin, and found by the sharpness of his humour, when they had opened the vain that feeds his head, that he would spit out his lungs within one year. And I promise you she prophesied very truly of him, you may see by the Books that he set foth last, that his strength is spent.  PAS. 
I have a tale to tell her in her ear, of the sly practice that was used in restraining of her. In the mean season Marforius, I take my leave of thee, charging thee upon all our old acquaintance, and upon my blessing, to set up this bill at London stone. Let it be done solemnly with Drum and Trumpet, and look you advance my colours on the top of the steeple right over against it, that every one of my Soldiers may keep his quarter.  
PASQVILS' PROTESTATION UPON LONDON STONE.  
I Cavaliero Pasquil, the writer of this simple hand, a young man, of the age of some few hundred years, lately knighted in England, with a beetle and a bucking tub, to beat a little reason about Martin's head, do make this my Protestation unto the world, that if any man, woman, or child, have any thing to say against Martin the great, or any of his abettors, of what state or calling soever they be, noble or ignoble, from the very Court-gates to the cobblers stall, if it please them these dark Winter-nights, to stick up their papers upon London-stone, I will there give my attendance to receive them, from the day of the date hereof, to the full term and revolution of seven years next ensuing.  
Dated 20. Octobris. Anno Millimo▪ Quillimo, Trillimo, Per me venturous Pasquil the Cavaliero.  MAR. 
Bravament Signior. This device (I persuade me) will have his working, assure yourself I will put it in execution. Is there any thing else you would have me do?  PAS. 
Yes, if I thought you were at leisure, you have been very busy I perceive about Martin's death, and though he live yet, it may be you prophecy of his end. Yesternight late, old Martin's Protestation in Octavo was brought unto me, I see by the volume, he languisheth every day more and more, the pride of his flesh is so much fallen, that you may tell every bone in his body now. I pray thee Marforius, after the Soldatescha bravura of displaying my Banners upon London-stone, send this Pistol to Martin by the next Post.  
Cavaliero Pasquil of England, to Martin the great, wisheth more wit and learning, and a better mind.  
MAy it please your Masterdom to understand, that by the last Butterfly you sent abroad, you tell me a tale of a dry Summer, and protest that you seek not to stannch the hot thirst of any covetous Courtier, with the bishoprics of the Land, but to share them amongst the ministery. Fie, fie, do not you know that a liar must have no shetle memory? If you look either to your former works, where you urge the spoil of the Church for the maintenance of wars, or to your son Martin Senior, a man that hath slept in his father's bosom and knows your mind, in exhorting his younger brother, to resign the care of Church revenues to the Court, you shall find yourself taken with an overture. Pasquil is not so blind, but he sees Martin to be a man, that goes two manner of ways: and peradventure he followed your last pack of Books to the very Gates where they were carried in. A chip of ill chance, you have lost your juggling stick, your conveyance is such, that you shatter, and carry not half so clean as your friends would have you. You say this quarrel will never be determined but by blood. All the better say I, Pasquil will be the first that will lay down his life upon the cause. God hath hardened my face against the faces of men. I have already made up my reckoning of every danger that may ensue. It is neither loss of living nor life, nor so blind a bob as BLIND ASS, that will scare a Cavaliero from this honourable fight he hath undertaken. The wise & learned (to whose judgements I appeal) shall censure us both. To meet with your affixes at every great post & place of concourse, by God's help, I will hang such a pair of pendents at both your ears, before it be long, that whosoever beholds you, shall say, Don Diego di Martin, hath an idle brain. You brag you have given M. D. Bancroft such a slive over the shoulders, as the credit of his Chaplenship shall not recover. though the learning and honesty of the man do very much credit him, with all that are either learned or honest of themselves, yet seeing you come to his Chaplinship, I cannot forbear you, but tell you plain, that half a look of his honourable Master, shall give hime more credit in England in one day, than Martin or all his crew shall be able to rob him of while the world stands, though they swell at him with envy like a nest of foul Toads, till their bodies splyt, and pour out their bowels upon the earth. I have many other things to lay to your charge, which I purpose to wink at, until your Dialogue be ended, but then Sir, because you tell me you are yet unmarried, I will take down your breeches for altogether.  
Cavaliero Pasquil.