R. Carpenterus Sac. Porcello cuidam Gerasonorum,  
Scilicet in omnia praecipiti, fluctibusque datoto,  
Eidem porrò loquaii pariter et minaci mondacique,  
Silentium indicit atque obmutesce.     

A NEW PLAY Called The Pragmatical Jesuit New-levened.  
A Comedy.  
By Richard Carpenter.  
LONDON, Printed for N. R. and are to be sold at Westminster-Hall and the New-Exchange, etc.   

The Prologue.  Enter Galen Junior, a Physician. He holds up a Urinal with water in it, and looks on the water. Gal. 
IT is high-coloured, shows the blood's inflamed,  
Yet pretty clear. Th' Evil may well be named  
Without offence. Something I find of weight  
Sink to the Deep; which Mist-like, rises straight,  
And clears again. I cannot rightly call  
This a Distemper, when I judge of all.  
Gentlemen, help a little, look with me,  
Whose Water judge you this I cast to be?  
You know not. No? Nor shall I tell in haste,  
Lest then perhaps the man himself be cast,  
More than his Water. This I freely say,  
The Poet's Water 'tis that made the Play.  
And yet no Water-Poets. The Play then,  
Is high, and clear, and deep, and clear again,  
Just as the Poet's Water. Who indeed.  
Had he not been a Patient forced to bleed,  
Had never Poetized. By this I know He looks on the Water▪  
He's rendered Poet from this Comic Show.  
He courts you all by me, and recommends  
His Jesuit in the Play, to you as Friends.  
For him abroad: He gives you notice how  
The devil himself is turned Jesuit now.  
Yet thus declares; He quarrels not with all,  
Only with Devilish and Pragmatical  
Church-Empericks. As he is, be you mild:  
He kills the Dragon, but he spares the Child. Exit.   

The Actors.  

GAlen Junior, a Physician.  
Agrippa, a Conjurer.  
Lucifer, the Prince of Devils.  
Lucisuga, Page to Lucifer.  
Aristotle Junior, a Scholar.  
Fear, Servant to Devotion.  
Ignoro, a Lawyer.  
Magnifico, a Soldier.  
Madam Hypocrisy.  
Pretty, her Maid.  
Mr. Compliment, a Courtier.  
Mr. Demure, a Citizen.  
Gaffer Highshooe, a Countryman.  
Mr. See Senior, a Spaniard.  
Mr. Signior See, an Italian.  
Monsieur Kick-shaw, a Frenchman.  
A Beggar,  
A Bagpiper.  
An Orange-maid.  
My Lord Liberal.  
Mrs. Dorothy, his Nice.  
An Angel.  
F. Wallies, a Jesuit.  
Sr. John Wit-little.  
The singing Cobbler.  
Pursuivant.  
Constable.  
F. Tompson, a Jesuit.  
A poor man, as possessed.  
Father John Barnes, a Benedictine.  
One counterfeiting a damned Spirit.  
Mr. Ninnie, an Anabaptist.  
Monks. 

Father Prior,  
Father Nelson,  
Father Robert,    
Key Keeper.  
Don Lewis, a Prisoner.  
A Page.  
A little Girl that sings.  
Spanish Dancers.  
A Woman in a mean Habit.  
A Boy.  
Dancers 

Two Monks,  
Clement, a Jacobin Friar,  
Barrier,  
Raviliack,  
Guido Vaux,  
Tony,  
A little Jesuit,    
A little Monk.  
Drawer.   
The Scene, London.   

THE Pragmatical Jesuit new-levened.  

Act 1.  

Scene 1.  Enter Agrippa a Conjurer, and Lucifer the Prince of Devils. Agripp. 
LUcifer, Be not retrograde to my Commands.  Lucifer. 
Agrippa, I must be true and constant to myself. Your Commands are destructive of Arcana Imperii, the fundamental Secrets of our Kingdom.  Agripp. 
Lucifer, I presume not to refine or advance thy Knowledge; I acknowledge the old Angel in thee. But if thou dost not answer with obsequious and rigorous obedience to these my Sacred Charms, acted on the Spire and Pinnacle of Magic, thou wilt unhinge the Masterpiece of Combination betwixt thee and the learned and high-flown part of the world, besides other evils that are ancillary and dependent.  Lucifer. 
Great Sir, Speak your Commands more at large, more circumstantially.  Agripp. 
Give attendance. Look about thee. These are persons whom I devoutly reverence, who sit high and enthroned in my thoughts and estimation. They hear every day from all parts much of thee in the world, and of thy Serpentine and Dragonish Cunning; and the reports of thy deceit, lubricity, policies, continually crowd in their ears for entrance. Hither they have retired to receive right, downright, and candid Information. Here stands my charge. Discover here theatrically, the most deepbottomed and profound contrivances, by which thou dost amuse, imperil, ensnare the world, and involve it in thy dragonish tail. My Charge does not out-walk it to thy quotidian windings; and petty tumbling-tricks. These Heroic Spirits are circled here, to take near view of the great Wheel in its motion, upon which the lesser wheels and weights wait and attend.  Lucifer. 
This would untwist my great work, unwind and unravel all.  Agripp. 
Thou speak'st under thyself. Thy Policies have been abundantly dismantled amongst men, and yet thy Kingdom is not unbottomed, shakes not yet; yea, stands upon a firmer Basis and Pedestal than formerly. Howsoever most men's understandings are illustrated, their blind Wills will always be prepossessed, obstinate and deaf to goodness. We bandy words. Thou, though the grand Emperor of infernal Spirits, art not exotic and eccentrical from my Commands. Be pliable, be conformable, or praestat componere fluctus.  Lucifer. 
Mighty Sir, I compose my troubled and tempestuous thoughts: I strike sail, and submit.  Agripp. 
Enough. I go. I have omitted no tittle of observance in the steerige of my Charge, no sacred Character, Word, Ceremony. Slignot thou in the least Atom or Punctisio of performance. Exit Agrippa.  Lucifer. 
This proud Agrippa fancies he wields and commands me by a Magical power merely natural, as a Prince his Slave by a Despotical Dominion. There is no such power in Rerum Naturâ. I hold him by the secret Nerves & Ligaments of a traditional and implicit Compact: and therefore must obey, or discharge my Hold, damp and dead my Title. Lucifuga.  Enter Lucifuge, a little Devil, like a Blackamoor Boy. Lucifug. 
Your Pleasure, great Prince of Night.  Lucifer. 
I am engaged by some Reasons of State, for a time here at London. Follow me in the dress of a Page, and be ready to be visible or invisible as I shall design.  Lucifug. 
I am, high Sir, your both visible and invisible Servant, to be seen and not heard, heard and not seen, neither heard nor seen, both seen and heard; to be felt and not smelled, smelled and not felt, both felt and smelled, neither smelled nor felt; when, where, how, or in what shape you shall direct. Exeunt.   

Act 1. Scen. 2.  Enter Aristotle junior, a young Scholar. Arist. 
This is the Sacred Grove, this the newest Spring-Garden: Here she dwells. A solitary place, shaped and carved by Nature into a fit Receptade for such and so sublime a person. Surely, she understands the language of Birds, the Songs of the Wood-Quiristers, and is promoted in her Knowledge by them. And here the free and open Air allows her a more liberal Prospect towards Heaven, when she looks beyond the Birds, and the Sea-Stargazer the Vranoscopus. Who gives Answer here?  Enter Fear, a Manservant. 
I most humbly desire access to the Lady of this Place.  Fear. 
How do you call her?  Arist. 
She is universally known by the name of Lady Devotion.  Fear. 
Here she resides indeed. But access to her is not rashly & suddenly granted. You must begin at me: my name is Fear. When you are initiated by sufficient and inward acquaintance with me, I shall with due Fear give you up into the chaste hands of Innocency; Innocency will innocently endear you to Simplicity; Simplicity with an unlevened Simplicity will resign you to Knowledge; Knowledge will knowingly prefer you to Prudence; and Prudence will prudently conduct you to the Lady Devotion, who will devoutly receive you.  Arist. 
I most humbly desire admittance.  Fear. 
What is your Name?  Arist. 
Aristotle Junior. I am a Graduate in the University, intending by a right Line forward.  Fear. 
You may enter: But first, with a reverend Fear hear your Welcome.  

A Song.  

Welcome, Scholar, whose Desire, One sings in the music room.  
Kindled with Celestial Fire,  
Prompts thee to a Pious Motion  
In quest of sublime Devotion.  
And points with Pyramidal Love  
(Flame-like) to the things above.  
Leave thy Body where thou art:  
Enter thy Spiritual Part.  
Then shalt then be installed Angelical, These 4 Verses are the Burden, and sung by many together.  
Above thy mortal self, Seraphical.  
After, the Virtues here, composed into a Ring,  
Shall all encircle thee, and to thy Laurels sing.   

First, Fear lays thee in the dust,  
And presents a Power just:  
Which awes, and commands thy Soul  
Not to act without control:  
Bends thee to a Law that binds,  
And a chiding Conscience finds,  
If ought b' indirect: and so  
Humbles thee thy self to know.  
Then shalt thou be—  
After, the Virtues—   

Innocency stamps thee good,  
Checks the Sallies of thy Blood:  
Signs thee moral; and refers  
Thee to him that never errs,  
Moving him to recommend  
Thee to the sublimest End.  
And the Means in their Degrees,  
As he most expedient sees.  
Then shalt thou be—  
After, the Virtues—   

Simplicity states thee pure  
From false-dealing, and the lure  
Of base Lucre, singles Tongue,  
Gesture, Forehead, Hands from wrong.  
Tutors thy Life; guards all free  
From taint of Hypocrisy:  
Renders all thy doings even,  
Clean as Flower untouched of Leven.  
Then shalt then be—  
After, the Virtues—   

Knowledge doth adorn and clear  
The Soul in her highest Sphere:  
Brings high things near to our sight,  
Sees the darkest things in light;  
Solves doubts, and removes offences,  
Our greatest of Goods commences:  
Teaches us what should be done  
To end where we first begun.  
Then shalt thou be—  
After, the Virtues—   

Prudence, salt-like, seasons Life,  
Parting, as the Surgeon's Knife,  
Sound and unsound: holds the Reins  
Of Virtues: holds Vice in chains.  
To Practics allowance brings,  
Prescribes manner, measure, things.  
Enter then, as you desire, Exeunt.  
Towards the Queen your Thoughts admire.  
Then shalt thou be—  
After, the Virtues—     

Act 1. Scen. 3.  Enter Galen Junior, Ignoro a Lawyer, Magnifico a Soldier. Gal. 
Ignoro, Our very knowing (if I may so speak without prejudice to your Name) and long-sleeved Lawyer by Statute; and Magnifico, our magnifying and multiplying Soldier, be not so readyfooted. By Justice, which you ought to maintain with your Tongue, & you defend with your Sword, the Precedency belongs to me. It is my part; first to salute the Lady.  Ign. Gal. jun. 
I am the right owner though not in possession. My very Vocation gives it me to have and to hold by firm Tenure. I defend man, and his Heir, and his heirs heirs to the world's end in their just and lawful Rights, secundum aquum & bonum, with respect to all their outward Goods.  Gal. 
You deal abroad. I come near to him: I maintain him in his inward health, and soldier up his Body in case of sickness.  Magn. 
And I defend and maintain the Commonwealth, and general Good. By how much therefore the General Good is more divine than a Good which is particular and private, by so much is my Work and Employment more worthy, more noble, and more exceilent than yours or yours. Upon this your Ground I challenge both the Place, and him that claims it before me. And my Sword shall uphold my Right founded upon the public Good. Stand off.  Gal. 
The second Place is due to me. I am sure I am the better man of the two. Ignoro, stand thou off. Lawyers of all others are farthest from Devotion.  Ign. Gal. Jun. 
Unhand me. Gentlemen, bear witness: A mere Action of Battery secundum statuta. The next Water is brought to thee to be cast, in my own defence I will break the Urinal about thy head, yea though it contain the Poet's Water. For the present, I am a Sufferer.  Magn. 
Within there.  Enter Fear. Fear. 
What demand you, Gentlemen?  Magn. 
Hither we have marched to visit the Lady Devotion. My name is Magnifico. I am a Soldier. Little Devotion will serve my turn.  Gal. 
My name is Galen junior, I am a Physician; and though most of us be Atheists, a little Devotion is a healthsom Ingredient in some kind of Medicine.  Ign. 
My name is Ignoro, I am a Lawyer, I desire to take all my Fees, lawful, or unlawful, a little devoutly.  Fear. 
Gentlemen, True Devotion is not little. But as Wheat passes through many hands and offices before it comes to the Table in pure Manchet: So before ye can be admitted into the Royal presence of Lady Devotion, ye must here employ some time in learning and imbibing the directions and documents, first, of Fear, afterwards of Innocency, then of Simplicity, than again of Knowledge, and lastly, of Prudence.  Magn. 
How? Gentlemen, Heard ye this Lecture? Have we Novitiats and Pupillages to undergo? We must be set back to School again. A Soldier should not fear, neither be innocent, much less simple.  Ign. 
Sir, Once more, My name is Ignoro. A Lawyer is the Phoenix of his age, if he be knowing above the common level of Noverint Vniversi and false Latin.  Gal. 
Nor should a Physician be prudent. I must kill unadvisedly, and without justifying what I do with a Probatum est.  Magn. 
Adieu Friend; Tell your Lady we return, and go in search of another Mistress. Exit Fear.  
Gentlemen, Let's be Friends, and hew out our way to better Fortunes. Devotion. does not become us: It is not in fashion within our Territories.  Gal. 
The first thing I do, shall be this: I'll take a Vomit, and fetch her out of my Stomach, that I may have no more appetite to her.  Ign. 
And thou shalt give me a scouring Purge, and I'll send her nimbly going 〈…〉 ther way, that I may take Bribes cleanly, nimbly, and with activity. Exeunt.   

Act 1. Scene 4.  Enter Madam Hypocrisy, and Pretty her Maid. Hyp. 
Pretty.  Prett. 
Madam.  Hyp. 
Well and wittily answered: That put together, is Pretty Madam. Thou art Pretty and witty too. I know that I am beautiful, and I know thee to be Pretty.  Prett. 
I am your Servant Pretty, Madam.  Hyp. 
Good again. I am pretty outwardly, and inwardly pretty. I am pretty and holy too.  Prett. 
Madam, you are more than pretty and holy, you are exceedingly holy.  Hyp. 
Girl, thou sayest truth: I exceed in my kind of Holiness, or I should not be the Lady I am, Madam Hypocrisy. Well: Call my three English Scholars forth, that I may see what Progress they have made in my kind of Holiness. Exit Pretty.  
Yonder peevish Lady Devotion lives retired, as if she feared Mankind, or that a Kiss would blast her. I am hospitable: I reject no man. She prepares all persons by Influence from her inferior Servants: for her presence; as men are prepared in Turkey for the Baths: I receive all at their first entrance, into my near Embraces.  Enter Mr. Compliment, a Courtier, Mr. Demure, a Citizen, Gaffer Highshooe. Prett. 
Here they are, Madam.  Hyp. 
'Tis well. Mr. Compliment my both stately and Coutreous Courtier, Mr. Demure my moralised and civil Citizen, and Gaffer Highshooe my bondst Countryman, or Countryman of the honest party: I am desirous to behold some fait fruits of your Proficiency in my School. First, Should your Affairs urge you to profess love where ye do not, or cannot love, to countenance your profession, how would ye look in such a case, how behave yourselves, with what sweet words would ye accost the person, what would ye say?  Comp. 
Our honourable Mistress, I would look thus.  Dem. 
And I thus, or thus.  High. 
And I thus, and thus, and thus again.  Comp. 
My behaviour should be this.  Dem. 
And this mine.  High. 
And mine as you zee.  Comp. 
And I would say, Noble Sir, I do love you beyond the faint apprehension of humane capacity, beyond what all Orators can speak, and beyond what any man can do but myself; and then in an holy manner, I would swear too't, and second my Oath with are eye towards Heaven.  Dem. 
I would say, Dear Brother, I do love you with as much zeal as my poor heart is able to hold without breaking: my love to you, is just weight according to the balance of sincerity: yea, I profess, and again profess, and profess again, that I love you without the Leven or taint of any kind of Impurity.  High. 
And I would zay, Master, indeed and in truth now I do love your Worship: In good sooth I do. I have loved you, I do love you, and I will love you now and anon too.  Hyp. 
This is Scholarlike. If your necessities should require that ye cheat a man, how then?  Comp. 
Then would I look him in the face with a smiling and amiable countenance, with all the Graces dancing on my Forehead and Cheeks: I would join eye to eye; I would open my cherry lips, and show him my white and ivory teeth in token of my innocency: I would salute him with an earthquake of my head: and afterwards, bow my body to him thus low, and speak all the fairest words that Cicero could have uttered when his wits were most fresh in a Sun-shiny morning.  Dem. 
I would embrace him, and gently pull his body close to my heart-side; I will music this action with a groan, after the accent of He groans. the Dove when he courts his Mistress: I would stoop, and hold my ear upwards toward his mouth, as if I did expect Mahomet's Pigeon: I would speak whiningly, and be ready to weep, and then wipe-mine eyes very painfully and industriously from the tears which were not. Afterwards, I would conscientiously do my best endeavour, as your Ladyship fables it, to cheat him.  High. 
And I would first stand aloof off, and strive to look paleas if I feared him, and send half a score of long-Legs before me: then would I move devoutly by little and little, every step should zignifie a man of Worship, towards him: I would no go close, but hold off, as if he were zome fine thing that had wrought false Miracles: I would look very simply and innocently, after the manner of us honest Countrymen, or like our country Lombs: I would scratch my head on this side and on the tother; as if I had a mind to dig up a nest of good words with my nails: And then, acting prettily with my right hand betwixt my mouth and my heart, I would say something which I neither meant nor understood; and cheat him purely.  Hyp. 
Your Judgement of this, Pretty.  Pret. 
'Tis pretty well, Madam.  Hyp. 
Superlatively well: I myself could not soar higher. How would ye walk the streets in a City as this is? Have ye learned all your postures of Godliness, all your traverses of Salutation, your pious Gestures of Reprehension, that ye may be thought irreproveably holy, to be performed, as ye go, on every side?  Comp. 
I would walk, salute, and reprehend thus.  Dem. 
I after this manner.  High. 
And I so, in City and Country.  Hyp. 
Excellently! Ye all in your kinds, merit a Garland of Preferment. Pretty; Introduce my three Out-landers: If they have thrived as throughly, I am rich in Agents and Exit Pretty. Emissaries: I shall be able to delude the whole world: The Devil will hardly keep himself out of the Snare.  Enter Pretty, Mr. See Senior, a Spaniard, Mr. Signior See, an Italian; Monsieur Kick-shaw, a Erenchman. 
Mr. See Senior, my Spanish Scholar; Mr. Signior See, my pure Italy; and Monsieur Kick-shaw, my Scholar from France; My thoughts triumph in the Climax, to the top of which my English Scholars have risen: there wants but the other Wing on your side, and I fly.  See Sen. 
Madam, See Senior will not be dropping or dropping on his part. I have learned exactly to kneel upon one Knee, and to draw part of my long Rapier in my public Devotions, to signify my readiness to defend the truth: to praise the mildness and modesty of the Inquisition, though it be cruel above the Galleys: to pretend fullness from a Bunch of Grapes, and a Clove of Garlic, beyond what all the varieties of England afford. I often pray to the powers in Heaven, but I swear by them oftener. My heart is most zealous towards the She-Saints above; but I am yet more servant towards the pretty hearts beneath, and if they fail, the Beast falls even to my desires. I more love the Image in holy things, than the Substance: I can be cruel to the raising of horror and trembling in the hearers, as I have been in the Indies: and leave the Jesuits to colour and cover it with a godly reason; as something may be studied in the favour of all things, though never so barbarous and horrid: I can bring torturing whips for England in a Navy, and delegate the Jesuits to forge that I brought them to whip and discipline myself in the Raptures and Ecstasies of my Devotion: I am a true servant to the Jesuits in the promotnig of their ends; but I falsely forget that the end should be good, and the action agreeable: I work mischief slowly, but surely: I shall perform incomparably more: Let this suffice to be spoken.  Sign. See. 
Madam, you will not find me empty; a man so near the Fountainhead and so wax-like to the Impression of high things: I abound with all the possible garbs of Devotion, and with Bell-conceptos to garnish them: My Soul is enticed forth every day at my ears, and I am carried wholly out of myself, with the Music of the Churches; but I direct little attention to the thing signified: I have a Seraglio of women in my thoughts: but the for Boy waits there as most delicious: May it please your Madam-ship; the Turk himself is not so frolic in this kind of Devotion as I am. I style myself much an admirer and honourer of the Jesuits: but for the ancient Father of the Society in the casa professa; he is the man in my breast: I dure let him lose to combat with the old Devil himself in Matchevelism: I own the holy Monuments of the good men in old time; and those are abundantly sufficient to save me: to the which I add a few dull and scanty Devotions; As, once in a hundred years I convert a Jew, and perhaps a whore when she is rotten, old, and past pleasure: I pass and repass many godly Legerdemains in the Inquisition; but I seldom convert any there, except it be into ashes by fire: and if any man prevent me by death, I make a flame-offering of his car case, as I did of Spalato's in Campo di fiori; and that believe me, Madam, was a fat one, I had a godly English Friend, who came from England to Rome, the other day, and there mournfully complained with much of your spirit, that he had been horribly persecuted by the wild and savage English: and in the Rant of his Tavern-devotion, came headlong down the Tavern Stairs, and broke his neck, beyond the skill of the Bonesetter, & so his hypocritical mouth was stopped. It belongs to this Story, Madam, that a devout Spaniard came a while ago into England with intention to convert it, as having heard that the people were wild, and lived in Woods, and Caves of the earth: but arriving at Canterbury, and by most plain and manifold experience finding it otherwise, he fairly, but not softly, returned from thence wiser than he came. Truly, Madam; we do hatch & patch together many precious & godly Stories in Italy, which though they be somewhat near to good ends, are very wide of truth; and yet good Ends must be fought by proportionable means, and Truth wants not the helping hand of Falsehood to support it: I am your Vassal at hand to act the rest.  Mr. Kick. 
Madam, I do not implunge myself over head and ears into Devotion; because as the Veretians and other high-moving and Eagle-winged Italians, I have a noble part of the Atheist within me: but I can play the devout fool prettily and modishly at set times: And of all Nations, I do you most humble service, Madam. For, such a monstrous and long-sided: P 〈…〉, such a changeling and fantastical dress, such a Pedlars-pack of Ribbons, concurring with an outward form of Devotion, is the top and top-gallant of Hypocrisy. Besides, the modes and numberless number of Fashions, that never Flanders-Horse was sick of so many, in benevolous Conjunction with Godliness, pencil forth and give Hypocrisy in her full splendour. Afterwards, the Compliments a la mode de France, which multiply words beyond limit, and above Arithmetic, and recount to a Lady her both invisible and impossible Perfections, when they meet in the same point with a scarlet Tincture of Piety, degenerate into perfect Hypocrisy. Madam, I pretend to Valour and a generous heart: and indeed, when I was a Boy in long coats, I rode upon a Bear, as our honourable custom is in Paris, led by the Bear-hood to my Father's Door; and thence it came, as the speech of the Vulgar goes, that I could never be afraid afterwards of man or beast. And in Paris, the Captains of our Trained Bands are for the greatest part Tailors, Madam, as I am, not only because they rode upon Bears when they were in Coats and bare behind, but also because they are nimble at their weapon, and to put them in mind of going throughstitch with their work when they fight: And yet, I confess to you, Madam, that when I am well beaten by a Spaniard or an Englishman, I cry Mon dieu, Mon dieu: and this is Hypocrisy too, though of a lower Orb. We plead all with one mouth against the Inquisition; but par ma Foy, we have a French Inquisition in Paris, otherwise called the Bastille, which is not paralleled by either Italian or Spanish Inquisition: And is it not exalted and sublimated Hypocrisy, when we bear a superlative name near to him above the world, as if we were most abstracted from the world; and yet we teach the world, and all the Phantasms and lying Legends of the world to all the world. Madam, I am old excellent in the practice of a singular virtue which the precise part of people call Lying: Indeed I can scarce tune my mouth to speak Truth: And I can swear such Oaths, as would blister an ordinary man's ears: I am very quick and pliable at stealing: and then I can salve it, daub it, and guild it over with a Lie: To tell all, is beyond all my power: For the rest, I rest your Tres-humble and restless Serviteur, Monsieur Kick-shaw, of Paris, Taylor.  Hyp. 
Europe is mine; the other three Parts are within my Verge: My hopes are high as the Firmament. My Servants, hom-bred and foreign, are men of all hours, weigh all the moments and niceties of Policy, know all the private Overtures and Inclinations of Opportunity, all the knacks of Hypocrisy; and are able to vie cunning with all the simple, lean, and fag end of the world. Scholars and Friends; howsoever we must bear before us a plausible outside, a fair Forehead of Carriage, a Gloss of Demeanour; yet inwardly, amongst ourselves, we may be free and jolly; and as the Brethren in private, turn Wine down by the Tail into the belly of a fat Capon, at a Merchant's Table, to compose good Sauce; in like manner, we may rejoice at due times, with, in, and over the Creature. Let's have a Dance in the venturous aspire of our Hopes, and the soarings of our present Joys.  They Dance. After the Dance. Prett. 
Madam, I hear the motion of some approaching persons.  Hyp. 
Let's withdraw. Exeunt Omnes.   

Act 1. Scen. 5.  Enter Galen Junior, Ignoro and Magnifico. Gal. 
Still my Stomach is upon a blabbing account, it utters all: It disburses faster than it receives: I think my Vomit will never leave giving, till it gives up stomach and all. I mixed it very high, and it works accordingly.  He strains, seems ready to vomit, and goes forth. Ign. 
And my Belly tumbles and tumbles without end, after this puissant Chemical Purge: I fear, I shall purge my guts forth. Certainly, I was full of Devotion: I had more matter in me than I was aware of: O, I must go. Exit.  Magn. 
The Lawyer has a motion. This falls right: Now we cannot jar in contest for precedency: the place is peaceably delivered up to me: and I will not disband, or give a pass to the present opportunity. He knocks.  Enter Pretty, with a Book in her hand. Prett. 
Good Sir, speak not except your business be both weighty and godly; I am engaged in my Devotions.  Magn. 
A Maid as fair as may be, as fair as May is, as fair as a Morning in May: I am sorry she's bookish: yet our most free, blithe and buxom Girls here, expose commonly a godly Book on the Cupbards' head in their Chambers, where they continually sacrifice to Venus. Sweet Maid, are you the Lady of this fair Building? If it were assigned to the fairest of Maids, it would be yours.  Prett. 
Sir, I may not dispense with my mouth to answer your vain and impertinent discourse otherwise than thus: You style me Sweet; this Book is sweeter than all Nature's Wardrobe of sweet things; and for the fair building, this little Book builds fairer. The fairest of Maids is Virtue; here she dwells, and here. She points to her Book and her Heart.  Magn. 
This Maid transports me. Sweet and fair, beyond compare.  Prett. 
I beseech you, Sir, be not grievous to me. Music.  Hark: 
The Music invites me: I must sit down, hood mine eyes, and set my thoughts flying upon high things, with my Arms pleated in this devout Knot.  After a while. Magn. 
Having transported me, herself is now transported.  Some while after. 
Sans doubt, this holy Creature lives many degrees above mortality.  Yet a while after. 
I have met with one in History, that desired, and very much endeavoured to see himself sleep; but could never bring both ends of his desire together. Such a sleep as this in such a Creature, would keep me awake without sleeping. The Music ceases.  Enter Galen Junior. Gal. 
O, I am heartsick still. And no marvel: For the Intention of the Vomit was, to fetch all Devotion out of my heart. But the sight of this pretty Heart somewhat eases my dull heart, and relieves me. Sleeps she?  Magn. 
No. She meditates.  Enter Ignoro. Ign. 
I have been so liberal in purging, that I am persuaded I have left my Soul behind me: O my sweet Soul, Have I then lost thee?  Magn. 
Your Soul is not so sweet, if you have left it behind you. Look hither, Lawyer, the sweet Soul's before you.  Ign. 
She is an Angel.  Magn. 
Lawyer, You are without circumlocutions, a Dunce. Who ever read of a She-Angel? or, of an Angel that put on the shape of a woman? I is enough, that an Angel and a woman concur in some point of similitude.  Ign. 
She is such an Angel that I should not refuse for a Fee.  Gal. 
She is warm, as we are: and soft as the finest Persian Silk. She starts up.  Prett. 
Be not rude, Gentlemen: Ye have chased away my purest and divinest thoughts. Now I am bold, with direct language to demand your business.  Magn. 
Our business, Fair-one, is; we are ambitious to submit ourselves to your Tuition, and enter here as Scholars.  Pret. 
Say ye so? Then I in the Madam's name, pronounce your Welcome: Pray, enter. Exeunt.   

Act 1. Scen. 6.  Enter Lucifer in the dress of the Jesuits here, and Lucifuga as his Page. Lucifer. 
My Charge sits heavy on my heart; but I must amand it to execution: The grand Machine by which the world wheels towards me, is; when the leading Clerks abandon candour, plain-dealing, and simplicity, and evade profoundly hypocritical. For they governing others as the Shrubs of people, by virtue of the reverend opinion which men have traditionally received, concerning their Power, Holiness, Abilities, draw them like inferior wheels into a combination and subordinate motion, conformably to their Ends. The Habit I wear, is the Dress of an English Jesuit, as he commonly appears in his Country. I will not delegate the acting of the Part, to any: I scarce presume upon my own sufficiency, as equal to the Magisterial height of their Performance: Page, Give notice to Madam Hypocrisy, that I come to take a sensible view of her Scholars, and adopt the ripest of them into my Service. If all things fall pliable, because I greatly cover Honour and Adoration, let me be honoured before these people with her loudest Music in my entrance: I follow immediately. Exit Lucifuga.  

No Power so mighty, where their Lore is Law,  
As this of Jesuits. They hold men in awe,  
As thought, thoughfalsly, wiser than the rest,  
More learned, more Scholastic, and the best  
Of mortal men. It follows what what they do  
Must have the Plaudit of all others too. Loud Music.   Exit 
Finis Actus primi.    

Act. 2.  

Scen. 1.  Enter Fear, and Aristotle Junior. Fear. 
HAving orderly performed the Injunctions prescribed to you according to the Method and Oeconomy of this House, I am ordered, as you have heard, by Lady Devotion, to render you to the place where I first received you. We all hope, that you will retain the scarlet die wherewith you are imbued: Besides, It is our order, that as we sing the Introit of him that enters, so we give a Musical Farewell to him agreeably in his dismission. I take my leave, and leave you to your attention.  Exit Fear. Arist. 
I am humbly thankful.  

A Song.  

Scholar: although you do depart, One sings.  
Carry us with you in your heart  
For after practise: Have a care  
That you remember who you are,  
What you have learned, and how you may  
Stand ever steadfast in the way,  
Which we have taught: Those gradual stairs  
Well practised, will adorn your hairs  
When white with Age, and bring your head  
With solace to your earthy Bed.  
Then will the joyful Angels Three sing, one after another  
Then will the joyful Angels  
Then will the joyful Angels meet you They join voices  
And with their Songs of triumph greet you.  
Then will the joyful Angels  
Then will the joyful Angels  
Then will the joyful Angels say  
Welcome t'our endless Holiday.   

Snares will be laid on every side:  
Be sure that Prudence be your guide  
In all your motions. Look before  
You place your foot on any shore.  
In every place the Net is near:  
It will be needful that you fear.  
In every place Hypocrisy  
Seeming far off, is then most nigh  
In real Truth. By a right line  
You shall attain to things Divine.  
Then will the joyful Angels—   

The real Good must first be known,  
Then the apparent to disown  
Evil completely, and assent  
To Virtues crown us innocent  
In perfect Morals. When you spy  
The first approaches of a Lie,  
Step back, then fly for Virtue's sake,  
As if y' had trod upon a Snake.  
Go on with Courage: and your youth,  
As with a Gem, every with Truth.  
Then will the joyful Angels—    Arist. 
The blessed Angels constellate here: Yea Heaven itself is translated hither: Nothing sublunary is more divine: I owe my true life, and all that is consequent to it, to this place: I must now think myself the last, and least, and lowest of all men: Speak in the abstract from the Lists, Lines, and Limits of all Hypocrisy; and act agreeably to the Commutations and Distributions of Aristotelical Justice: It remains, that I wait continually the falling of the Dew: The Shell wherein the Orient Pearl is born, opens itself towards Heaven, begging as it were, one clean drop of prolisical and procreating Dew: which having obtained, it presently shuts, keeps the door against all outward things, and secretly transforms and ripens that heavenly drop into a precious Margarite.  

May all my Reason owns, hereafter show  
The Orient Pearl born of Celestial Dew.   Exit.  

Act 2. Scen. 2.  Enter Lucifer as a Jesuit, Madam Hypocrisy, Pretty, Lucifuga. Lucifer. 
Devotion has been long filing and polishing him: Madam, you must needs intend and bend your utmost skill to reduce him.  Hyp. 
Sir, I shall walk up close to what your Commands impose upon me: I will not lag behind them, if my power faints not, and except I be arrested by necessity.  Lucifer. 
Devotion in all her aims drives at this, to bring you and your Art and Power to nothing. A thing will run away through many changes, and put on many strange shapes if the Chemist or Alchemist pursues it, and endeavours the reduction of it to nothing: This way he comes: I will be near in ambush, that if your Plot flag and hang down the head, I may discharge my strongest Machine upon him. Lucifuga, Wait you invisibly at his Elbow, on his heart-side.  Lucifug. 
Sir, I will have him on the left side, the right side, the wrong-side, the inside, the outside, the fore-side, the backside, every side. Exit Lucifer.  Hyp. 
Pretty, Let us now sweetly touch all the most Musical strings of Hypocrisy.  Prett. 
Madam, Pretty will do all things handsomely.  Enter Aristotle Junior. Hyp. 
Maid, durst I be angry, I would chide you.  Prett. 
Madam, durst I be stubborn or proud, I would excuse my fault: yet, prompted from within, I humbly say, that when I omitted my duty towards you, I was otherwise busied.  Hyp. 
How mean you busied?  Prett. 
I am very loath to answer, lest I should seem vain.  Hyp. 
I charge you, answer me.  Prett. 
It comes with leaden heels from my own mouth. In the contemplation of heavenly things.  Hyp. 
I forgive you. Thou art as virtuous as fair.  Prett. 
Now Madam, durst I be angry, I would chide you.  Hyp. 
Why, prithee?  Prett. 
You call me virtuous: a name which unbecomes you to badge me with, or me to hear assigned to myself without a deluge of tears. O Madam, what have you done?  Hyp. 
Amiss, dear Maid: I can mingle an Ocean of Tears with your Deluge, in expiation of my Crime: Forgive me Maid.  Pret. 
Forgive me, Madam.  Hyp. 
Your ear: Pretty, Dost thou act the Crocodile best now, or I?  Prett. 
Both are as like to the Crocodile as the Crocodile is like to himself: All Preambles to the devouring of this Scholar.  Hyp. 
Let's change the Humour: Maid, where shall we select and pick forth a Meditation for the present?  Prett. 
We have Matter enough every where, Madam. Those two Turtles that stand billing yonder, are an Emblem of chaste Love.  Hyp. 
A most happy Subject: Let's part a little, and retreat inwardly. They walk apart.  Arist. 
I have discovered their several glances towards me: Prudence, assist me farther. Yonder pretty particoloured Adder, watching in the greenest grass, is truly emblematical to me: I like not these affected Pageants of Devotion, these painted Sepulchers, these Dunghills covered with Snow as with a fair sheet. Devotion in the Majesty and Royalty of it, is inward: In the outside, 'tis like a modest face, abused if painted: The more sublime the Star is, it appears the lesser: Deep waters are silent: The rich Ears of Corn, and the Boughs heavyladen with fruit, bow and humble their heads towards the earth that bears them. Chaff and Straw ride upon the Superfice of the waters to be seen, when heavy things sink, hide, and conceal themselves: The Silkworm folds up and houses itself in the little Ball of Silk which it makes, and that from its inwards: Gold is modest in its shining: Jewels, though shining, are small: The Air is that by which ut medium diaphanum, all things here are seen, but the Air itself is not seen. The Empyreal Heaven, though so shining, that it is able to make a continual day amongst us, is hidden: Nihil in mari eminet praeter saxa: Nothing holds up the head at Sea, but Rocks. The Sun declining, the shadows increase: Cernendi vis in albugine sita non est: the white of the Eye sees not. The Seminal and Medicinal Virtues are inward: The Soul is invisible.  Enter a Beggar, leaning upon his Crutches. Beg. 
Good Mistress, assist with your Charity a poor, old, lame man.  Hyp. 
A poor man. A meditation of chaste Love, is agreeably perfected by the practice of Charity: Old man, I am tender-eared: You must not beg of me twice at the same time. Because you are poor, I give you this; because you are old, this; and this, because you are lame.  Prett. 
Alas poor man! I have no worldly goods to give you: I am a Servant. Yet, because you are poor, I give you readiness of goodwill, and compassion; because you are old, and suburbed near your grave, you shall partake of my best Devotions: and because you are lame, I give you tears, weep over you, cry with you.  Beg. 
God bless you both, good Mistresses I thank you. Exit Beggar.  Arist. 
Methinks, this Charity is too full of words, too circumstantial.  Enter a Bagpiper. He plays. Hyp. 
O profane! This is the Music of the Bear-Garden, and of the Counttey-Alehouse: not heavenly Music: Maid, chide him hence.  Prett. 
Depart, O thou profane Person.  Hyp. 
Desist: It may be this is his way of begging. Sometimes the poor call at the doors of rich men after this Piping manner: Give him this Alms.  Prett. 
Friend: Madam gives you a liberal Alms. He both plays and dances now. He doubles his Profaneness.  Hyp. 
Let him alone. Having received a large Alms, the poor man is overjoyed. We may stop our ears, and look another way. After a little while exit.  Arist. 
In rich-furred beasts their Cases are far better than their Bodies: and in the Cinnamon-Tree the Bark is much dearer than the Bulk: Suavius olet flos, cum folia nihil oleant: The Flower is more sweet-sented, where the Leaves cannot be scented, as in the Violet, the Rose; scarlet, purple, or the fine crimson-Violet, is a royal Cloth, not by reason of the Wool but the die: In our actions the Bias wheels the other way. These hypocritical Juggles are execrable in themselves, and adverse to me: I cannot endure the presentation of them longer.  Enter Lucifer. Lucifer. 
Now the grand Genius of our Society be propitious, or I forfeit my much desired Prey. Honoured Sir, what do you here? This Woman is no suitable Consort for you. Madam, I know you, and your fair Fairy Waiting-maid. Quit the Place. Exeunt Hypocrisy and Pretty.  
Sir, This was Madam Hypocrisy, her own and very self; and the other was her acting Girl, her play-maid.  Arist. 
I divined some such thing: Truly Sir, whosoever you are, I have a reserve of Honour for you as you profess against Hypocrisy. But pray Sir, let not my question be unpardonable: who are you?  Lu. 
I am forsooth, a Father of the Society. You see forsooth, what Swarms of Schismatics we have in these parts; and how forsooth, that in all Meetings scarce two men appear, as the Schools speak, of the same numerical Judgement. Forsooth, the Truth is, the Nation is like a Forest on the Coasts of Barbary; where every Beast proudly forageth for himself according to the latitude of his strength, and combats with every living thing he comes near, either upon the account of Offence or Defence: So that forsooth, this may truly be called, and in civil terms, as the Civilians speak, Religio Deserti, the Religion of the Forest or Wilderness, or the wild Boar's and Bear's Religion.  Arist. 
Sir, I find you are knowing: Hither I subscribe to your Discourse: And indeed I would steer any Discourse, that I might be set in as much distance from Hypocrisy as the Globe of the earth would permit. But you know how harshly and untuneably change sounds in the ears of all men.  Lu. 
Pray forsooth, courteously lend an ear: Then only Change is a Defect, when it is opposite or falls cross to the well-being or perfection of the thing changed, and is in some kind a degradation of it: This is forsooth, as the Rhetoritians speak, ipsa luce lucidius, clearer than the light or Sun: because the Heavens and heavenly Bodies are incessantly changed in their motions: We are changed for the better in our growings outward and inward: Every season of the year revels, and causes many changes in the world: which forsooth, cannot be imputed to the things changed as defects, but adhere to them as legitimate perfections of their Natures and Being's.  Arist. 
Holy Sir, I do most highly value your Holiness, and your Learning: and humbly require of you more particular Information.  Lucifer. 
Child, give me leave, forsooth, to call you so: For now forsooth, you are, and shall be my Ghostly Child: I see forsooth, you are ingenious. I will send you first to Flanders; afterwards to Spain; then to Italy; to sublimate and heighten your Learning and Experience; and that you may learn the Arts and Sciences where they are best taught. More of this betwixt us in private. Exeunt.  Lucifug. 
The Field is ours: We have at last wrought him to us: Open Hypocrisy, Strumpet-like, is too palpable. I am now visible to you.  

The Stratagem is then exalted high,  
When th' Hypocrite reviles Hypocrisy.   Exit.  

Act 2. Scene 3.  Enter Agrippa. Agrip. 
I have bound him by Command, and by Promise I myself am bound to secure with my presence the execution. Anguilla est, elabitur: If we give him his head, he slips. My Presence will keep him fixed.  Enter an Orange-Maid, like those in the Pit. 
What seeks this Maid here? Fie on you; so bold? 'Tis a Spirit: and I must lay it.  Maid. 
The Affair refers me to you: and you are here.  Agrip. 
Be thou Spirit, or Flesh, thou hast no part in the Comedy.  Maid. 
But I have Sir. No long part you would say; but a necessary part I have.  Agrip. 
Your place is the Pit: and your Business is to wait there.  Maid. 
And from thence I came.  
The Gentlemen there are perplexed and troubled: They complain, that your Jesuit sends a chief Actor beyond the Seas; and that either your Scene must be preposterously changed, or they shall be deprived of the principal Occurrences which happen to him.  Agrip. 
Neither: by virtue of my first and fundamentel Promise, my power shall bring him hither at due times, to act over again the most remarkable Occurrences: and he shall neither know where he is, nor what befalls him. Return this Answer, with my devoutest Respects. She was going forth, and returns.  Maid. 
I shall. If you will civilly take your leave of me, I shall present you with a Sevil-Orange.  Agrip. 
Is this your custom? He salutes her.  Exit Maid. Maid. 
No, Sir: but it was in my desires to teach you manners.  Agrip. 
The Matter partly travels: you shall find,  
As Friends, all brought before you to your mind. Exit.   

Act 2. Scen. 4.  Enter Lucifer, Lucifuga, Madam Hypocrisy, Pretty, Mr. Compliment, Mr. Demure, Gaffer Highshooe, Galen Junior, Ignore, Magnifico, See Senior, Signior See, Mr. Kick-shaw. Lucifer. 
Well, Madam; I have dispatched my Scholar to St. Omers, you may now enter your whole Tribe. Every one shall receive his Charge, and I will discharge you of their persons. Mr. Compliment, your charge is, that you stow fire in the Court: Speak every where of Abuses; and of a singular discerning Spirit, and a Holiness which you have, but others are naked of, as profane: Turn up the white of your eye, and show it, as if that were the outside of your Soul, according to the Naturalist, Profectò in oculis animus inhabitat; truly the Soul dwells in the eyes: Draw every word through your Nose, as if it past through a middle sort of cracked Organ-Pipe: and lift up your hands towards that which scrupulous men call Heaven, and close them when they are extended, as if you had fast hold of Heaven. Pretend always like an Apton in the first onset, true things, and such as are in use with holy men: those delude irrefragably: The people regard not the tail of the Business: The Snake having past his head, draws his body after him into the Faction. Tell the people, that by how much an Element is more near to Heaven, it is by so much the more pure, active, noble: that the Water is more pure than the Earth, the Air than the Water; and Elementary Fire than the Air: That the higher the Air is, it is the purer still, and more subtle: That in a Limbeck the things of greatest purity and virtue, are sublimated, that is, hast to the top of the Limbeck; the drossy matter falls. Let there be a new shaped Achates in every period. It is not necessary, that one experiencing if Sea-water be salt, should drink up: the whole Sea: nor that I should foot it over every particular: your own Genius will direct you forward. There is no more excellent manner of cozening and gulling the simple Herd of people, than with the specious Mantle of Religion, because Religion out-powers, and, overswaies all in mankind. Mr. Demure, and Gaffer Highshooe; you for the City, and you for the Country, are charged accordingly. Galen junior, when you are called to sick persons, and find that their sicknesses lay close siege to their bodies, first prepare them by some eloquent Preamble. Say, if you see the water in a calm Ser troubled, and rise high into the Air, take heed, there's a Whale near. Turn it homewards thus; Sickness disturbing so highly the peace and tranquillity of the Body, Death is imminent. Then make reverend mention of the Society, and recount the numerous Conversions that we have wrought in the world, and press it home to their Consciences, that they leave us honourable Legacies according to their Conditions, yea though they beggar and leave succourless their own dear children: We are not their Heirs at Common Law, but upon a higher account: Tell them, otherwise they are near to a Gulf, a Precipice: Then while the Iron is hot, and upon the Anvil, send for us. If need urge, we shall use you in Deletories, vulgarly called poisons, when we prosecute a pious End. But if any of our holy Society be sick, they pay you not, because they pray for you: The Prayers of the Society are above price, and cannot be valued. Ignora, you must wirebind and enchain yourself to the common Rabble in the Decisions of Lawcases: affect the names of popular and Patriot: desert noble Interests, though never so just: and though you take Fees on both sides, be sure you herd it with the Rascal Deer; they couch the safest; they are the more numerous, and clamorous. If any case offer itself, wherein the religious profit and emolument of the Society is involved, take all shapes, as the Chameleon at Land, the Polypus in the sea; all colours, as the Tarrand in the Garden; before you let your Cause fall: Regard not the poor standing in competition with us; in balance with us, they are the German Bishop's Rats: We are poor, and entangled in debt; though in truth we were never yet acquainted with debt; that's our Pretence, enfranchised, guided and guarded with a religious Equivocation; as far as you know to the contrary, we are in debt. Magnifico, Your charge is clear: you know your match: The Word is enough to a Soldier. My three outlandish Imps, ye must away, each with all expedition to his Country. Your Business wherein ye concentre, is, to debase and vilify the English Nation in all your Discourses, all places: Tell your Countries, that they are a people of degenerous and ungarrisoned Souls, Adamites in understanding; and if they have any, have but a surface-knowledge, and that most paradox to Truth: That they live altogether in Forests and Caves, and in the white Rocks from which England was named Albion; and eat raw flesh, and oftentimes the flesh of Children: That they are a timorous and soft-faced people, unapt for wars; yea ready to entertain a conquest with most humble submission. Mr. See Senior, Give your people to understand, that they are the most credulous, and the most noble-souled Nation of all others: That if at any time they design another Armado for England, they take a special care they do not provide such an other holy Nun to give a solemn blessing to it; she was afterwards solemnly proved to be a Witch. Pray them, that when they work their false Miracles, they will carry their hands, and their invisible juggling-Hair more covertly and cleverly: The falsehood of some these times, hath been Chrystal-clear in the view of Reason: the most learned laureate's of Spain itself, were confounded in the sight of them; and the Inquisition itself was angry, because they were not acted with more nimbleness. Tell them, their most profane and bawdy Comedies in their Processions on their greatest days, are not convenient. I cannot be infinite. Commend my brotherly Respects to Father Escobar at Valladolid: Tell him, his Morals thrive wonderfully: The Mystery of Jesuitism is little available against them: they have overturned all Law, Right, Honesty, and deified the Jesuit, made him the great God of Nature, all cases of Conscience answering, turning, and returning to him, whenas they should return, turn, and answer to him above. Mr. Signior See, Recommend my most humble Vassalage to the grand Signior at Rome: Pray his Holiness, that there be sudden provision by pension made here, for the poorer and scabbed sort of Priests; they are in the Antecamera to a falling condition: Ascertain to him, that some of the most active and unquiet Spirits amongst them, have taken Pensions here, to discover the Mysterious Intentions and Actions of Rome and Spain, and at the same time, the very very same, have remained pensioned by his Holiness to betray the Affairs of their own Country to him: Insomuch that of late, one of them heated and heightened in his Cups at a Tavern, and his Friend desiring to depart, said with Cynic Modesty, Stay, Friend, the Pope and the Rebel in England (he named him) shall pay for all: Fail not to lay this at his Holiness his Feet when you kiss them. We of the Society are glued by a particular vow of Obedience to his Holiness: It was the Wisdom of our Patron did it, that our advancements might be jointly conserved: our Interest is closely twisted and pleaced with his. Signify to his Holiness, that his wicked Priests get Bastards a pace here; and then, having been overdoers, and overdone themselves, pretend to be only Overseems to the Children: So far forth, that one being demanded why he knaved it for a Bastard, defended his Act and Monument scholastically with Aristotle's Ipse dixit; who says, that then a living thing is perfect, quandò general sibi simile in Naturâ, when it begets a like to itself in Nature. Pray him to keep the Rithm if not the reason, and uphold constantly the Jews and the Stews; that we may have more honourable Examples of Jewish women turned Christians, to the end they may turn whores; which amongst the Jews is highly punishable. Tell him likewise that false Miracles are greatly advantageous to the Cause, if they be done as the Roman Schoolmen speak, et si non castè, tamen cautè; although not chastely and truly, yet warily to prevent scandal; wherein our own Honour is more considered, than the Honour of him who is most honourable. Monsieur Kick-shaw; Load and physic this Nation as far as possibly you can, with the pretty Muld-sack or Don Quickshot, of your new Fashions: And as old Rome did abound with the gods of all the Countries they conquered, introduce the Folsies' and Drolleries of all the world hither: That best suits with you, that have the best name in the superlative degree: And still wiredraw the people here, with forestall and diverting their Trade. Forgive my length: My Matter, like an Ocean, had I given way, had over-towred me. Let's privately rejoice a while, as Witch's have their private Revellings, and then we'll take our Leaves.  Hyp. 
Most gladly, Reverend Father.  They Dance. 
Reverend Father, they all crave your holy Benediction, in lieu of a choice Viaricum before they depart.  Lucifer. 
O, I give it most willingly. Go, my Children, and may your Foreheads be as walls of Corinthian Brass, and may your tuus lead all Europe. Exeunt all the Scholars.  
Madam, In certain concurrences of particulars, to prevent suspicion, I shall need a Lady to sustain the person of my Wife: Therefore to palliate my own Person, I retain you and your Maid.  Hyp. 
You honour us, Reverend Father.  He whispers to his Page. Exeunt.  

Act 2. Scen. 5.  Enter my Lord Liberal, and Mrs. Dorothy his Nice. L. Lib. 
Sweet Nice, unhinge your heart from that low-orbed Religion of Popery, which thus imperils both your Soul and Body.  Dor. 
My Lord, I cannot. All which that Religion proposes, goes parallel with the most pure, chaste, and refined Truths. If you do not relinquish me to my own liberty, I shall weep, until I have not another little drop to stagnate in my eyes as wanting strength to follow the rest.  L. Lib. 
What a deep-wrought and rooted Delusion is this? If Ignorance hath not uncoyned your Soul, and rendered you unreasonably renacious of your own Judgement; If your heart be not in a total Eclipse and Epilepse by the vigorous reverberations of self-Opinion, you will book it there, that all your noble friends are otherwise devoted.  Dor. 
My Friends are not competent Precedents to me for the carriage of my own heart. Noble Uncle, If you take me off from this divine foundation, I shall ever be in a rolling condition, ever like a floating Island, or the Seaweed, and never securely know where to take or keep root.  L. Lib. 
They are the Jesuits that have done this: they have out-channeled their Talents; led them through all the Meanders and Labyrinths of Error, and stated them incompatible and inconsistent with Truth. Dear Cousin, I pity you; you have taken a wandering Star for the Pole.  Dor. 
Noble Sir, you borrow your name from the Nobleness of our Family: I conjure you by all the lineal and collateral descents of it, to allow me liberty of Conscience.  L. Lib. 
I may not: My Conscience sways me the other way. You want nothing: No Pleasures are denied to you; of which my House flows with Variety. you are in the Milky way to peace of mind, if you can bend your heart to walk in it.  Dor. 
There is no peace without the quiet enjoyment and exercise of Religion.  Enter Lucifuga. Lucif. 
Madam, I belong to a most Reverend Father of the Society, to whom your most distressed condition is made known. He will be here quickly, and you may have the benefit of Confession.  Dor. 
Dear Boy, that cannot be; I am not permitted to speak with any person in private.  Lucif. 
Madam, the Father is wise: he'll find a way.  L. Lib. 
Poor Girl! I bleed inwardly for her: Before she fell into this Trance, her Soul was encaged and engaged like a Bird of Paradise in a pure Body; like the Bird which the Indians call in their Language Manuco Diata, Aviculam Dei, the little Bird of God, because it is never seen on the ground, but dead: She was dressed modestly, and like one of the Sisterhood: Now her hair is mathematically trimmed, curled figure-fashion, and with exquisite Artifice woven into Nets and Snares. Howsoever her heart is qualified, she hath more of the world upon her back, than formerly. It is a notorious folly, to be proud of a rich Scarf holding up a lame Arm, or of a gay Garment covering our Nakedness. Escobar the Spanish Jesuit hath opened a broad way to these loose and heathenish Dresses. O the Jesuits! Surgeons are modest-handed, wary, and soft in their touches, but Murderers care not where they strike, cut, wound. What's he? A little Devil. Cousin, are you a Witch too, Do you deal with the Devil and all? What are you, Sirrah? Whence came you? and to whom do you pertain?  Dor. 
Good my Lord, Speak not so much beneath your Blood and Education. It is a Blackamoor Boy: Do not such obtrude themselves to us every day in the Streets?  L. Lib. 
O Cousin: the Jesuits have bemired your Affections: and the Will being surprised with a Passion (be it Love, Anger, or any other) the Understanding in a Soul divested of Prudence, easily condescends, and represents all things of the same colour, the same dimensions with the passion. Troubled water renders not the Sunbeams, though most right and pure in themselves, but distorted. The Crystalline humour wherein the visive power is Queen Regent, is not coloured. Winnow and sift your heart, to find and single out that which threw you into this Abyss. He that falls into the water by the breaking of the Ice, must rise where he fell, or he is lost beyond recovery.  Dor. 
My Lord, I am your Votary, but I am grounded; I stick close to my Root.  L. Lib. 
Pray come up to my Proposals: I will send for one who shall free the Honour of all our Doctrines, which your fancy either from the multiplying or extenuating Glass, mishapes to you.  Dor. 
Your Lordship may send for him, but I shall not entertain him: He will be as unwelcome unto me as a Spectre.  L. Lib. 
Then let some of your own Learned Acquaintance be called, to plain as with a Roller, a Cylinder, the way before you: or, be your own Physician: Cousin, clean the Gold and keep it: Select the Gold, and throw aside the drossy part: and amongst other things you find, find your Error: You see, sweet Cousin, that I desire to descend into your heart gently, as the Sunbeams into a Chamber through the window, without opening the Casement, or breaking the Glass.  Dor. 
My Lord, you miscenter your hopes. Your Lordship will never be able to pull the Thorn of scruple out of my Conscience. Good my Lord, surrender me to my Meditations. Solitariness is my best Companion.  L. Lib. 
I do, but with some kind of Regret. Exit L. Liberal.  Dor. 
We who are upon the earth, determining and sentencing from the verdict of Sense, fancy, at the least in our first Apprehensions, these things below to be great, and the glorious and shining Bodies above, to be small: If we were advanced to the place where the Stars are, these things would appear to us very small, if seen at all, and those would show themselves: It sticks in the narrowness of my mouth; I put it over to my thoughts. O the littleness and vileness of these inferior things! In natural things, the higher the Sun mounts, the less shadows it casts: and in artificial things, the Pyramid ascending higher and higher, is lesser still and lesser: So mannered ought we to be in our outward deportment.  Enter Lucifuga, and one like an Angel. Music. Lucif. 
Act it to the life now, and you fasten her. A young Maid believes and loves with equal readiness. Exit Lucif.  Aug. 
Maid: Heaven greets you: I come not to waylay your Devotions, but so raise and perpetuate them. Let not your Uncle with his outstretched persuasions lay or alhy your Zeal. Heretics are merciless, Iron-breasted, Rock-hearted, and people of hardened and petrified Bowels: There is no seed, no footstep of Mercy in then; only perhaps now and then certain arreptitious emications and Star-twincklings of natural, moral, and old- Roman tenderness. If any of these, walking in the painted Galleries of their Imagination, fancy they do works of mercy, when they do thus and thus because others have done so and so before them, they miscarry; For their Mercy is as their Belief, is belepered by it; and the stream cannot be cleaner, clearer, higher than the Fountain, or the Branch purer and more generous than the Root. The Magnetisme of Piery hath wrought upon you; and the Torpedo and Remora, the World and Heresy, the Devils Factors, should act no farther by their secret Influx upon your Breast: You have given your Faith to the Firmament, and you must not follow in the train of the Planets; that is, move on, and retreat in the same Line, and in going forward be sometimes periodical and stationary. You are Heaven-sixt: beware of sublunary Divinity. Relapses are dangerous: because Nature after a sickness is unarmed, and left unable to resist their Assaults. You must pass as a beloved Mirror of Patience, through all the Topics and Tactics of Affliction: which like Galilaeus his Glass, brings most remote things near to you.  

Fear not: He that exhorts to what you do,  
Joyns two in one, exhorts and praises too. Exit.   Dor. 
I am scarce yet recollected. O now for an eye-cataclysme, till I go to the place where this Angel dwells, by water in mine own Tears.  

Religion that calls Angels from above,  
Shows the divinest Intercourse of Love. Exit Dorothy.    

Act 2. Scen. 6.  Enter Agrippa. Agr. 
I present myself now, that I may begin to fall quadrate or into a punctual Cone with my promise. I have brought St. Omers hither; Here you shall see deciphered and shadowed what was there actually and substantially done: We will not miss in an Hebrew Point or Tittle of Truth. I should afterwards translate our Scholar hither from Spain, but I cannot: Time outruns us. Where our Matter is infinite, we must circumscribe ourselves. Howsoever, as in the turning of an Artificial Globe, new shapes and Figures continually appear, so Changes and Varieties encounter you continually. The Poet hath encharged upon us to make haste, or you would see nothing answerable to such a vast Orb of Matter. Exit.  Aristotle Junior, in a Chair. Arist. 
The Jesuits here have set me under Lock and Key, and curtained all the Windows. I have no benefit of Light, but in one corner, where a little Ray peeps in upon a Picture. And the Picture represents the Hollanders as having taken a Ship, wherein were many Jesuits, and thrown them overboard into the Sea: but in vain, for the Jesuits lie all upon the Surface of the water, with their faces looking comfortably towards Heaven, and cannot sink, but are all sustained by Miracle: It is strange that the Jesuits being men so weighty in worth, should now be so light, and not worth their weight either in Gold or aught else. I hear likewise, that they use dark Chambers, and Pictures presenting Homicides, to sad and tragical ends: It is whispered by their own Pupils here. This my present Employment they call their exercise: And it was imposed upon me in my entrance, to search my Inwards whether I have a Call to be a Jesuit or no. I do not like these quotidian and ubiquetary Miracles; nor this warping of divine things to self-ends. Hypocrisy haunts me still: The Picture, Image, or the Representation in a Looking-glass, that shows a Face less than it is, may happily be like the Face it shows, and symmetrical with it; but the Representation, Image, or Picture that swells up the Face, and allows it greater, except it be wrough so for the suppliance of what is lost by distance, attempts above itself, is monstr ous, and cannot be like its Archetype; because Proportion is retained in Representations which are lesser than the life, but in such as are greater, the Composition is discomposed, and the Proportion seattered. He opens the Lock.  Enter Father Wallis, a Jesuit, in his Habit. F. Wallis. 
I wish forsooth all happiness to you: Child, how fare you forsooth in your heavenly Meditations? I have brought you a Relic here of most high consideration; a, Feather forsooth of the wing of an Archangel. Look not upon it but with due reverence.  Arist. 
Father forsooth, my Meditations gain and win much upon me: But when I was a Cantabrigian, as having been matriculated in that University, my Master taught me that Angels were immaterial and incorporeal; and that they appear in the shapes of young men, to signify their strength, virtue, and power, and that they are winged in the Picture, to set in view their readiness and quickness in their moving from one place to another.  F. Wallis. 
Your Cantabrigians forsooth, are fallen as from Religion, so from Learning. We of the Society are Antistites, Atlantes, & Heroes Literarum, the most learned of all the world.  Arist. 
This is a Feather from a West-Indian Bird, which the good Father would entitle to Heaven.  F. Wallis. 
And Child forsooth, how stand you affected to our Vocation?  Arist. 
Father, I have a special observance for your Order (I must speak here after this Dialect) but I desire to be more experience-proof, before I determine upon a settlement.  F. Wallis, 
Child forsooth, you fear want perhaps, because we are vowed away to poverty. We have always a secular Priest attending upon us, that purchases Lands for us in his own namés.  Arist. 
And is not this Hypocrisy, which put me upon the wing, and engaged me to fly our of England?  F. Wallis. 
Besides, we of the English Society, have a Ship that trades betwixt London and Flanders; in the which we continually receive and return the best Goods at the best advantage: and we in these parts, receive ten thousand Pounds in ready coin every year out of England. You stand upon a broad bottom, if you join with us: We are above him that wrote, Ego & Rex meus; I and my King: Emperors, Kings, Princes, Cardinal's, Dukes, Generals of Armies by Land and Sea, fear us, and therefore court us: We are furnished with secret Engines, able with ease to subdue them and their Families: The Pope himself in the traverse of the Business, is our Vassal: he loves us outwardly above all others, because he inwardly fears us more than he fears all others. If any Cardinal or other person grow into a Favourite, we send from some part of the world, one of our Order that is allied to him, to reside near him in his Orb, and maintain him ours. No Prince in the world feeds fuller and higher than we, if you consider Nature in her ordinary Demands: Be ours Child, and we will hug thee thus, and thus.  Arist. 
Father, I am yours; though not declaratively, yet affectionately: I humbly desire to remain free a while.  F. Wallis. 
Be it so. You are ours then, in Affection, not in present manifestation, implicitly, not explicitly, as the Schoolmen speak. Forsooth, I set you free. I forsooth, will call a Council of our Fathers, who shall dispose of you ad melius esse, that you may return to us in the Rebound. Exeunt.  
Finis Actûs Secundi.    

Act. 3.  

Scen. 1.  Enter Lucifer, and Lucifuga. Lucifer. 
NOw the many-wired Plot works. My Engineers from the School of Vainglory, have wild-fired all Places. The Soldier shines gloriously in the Field under my Standard: The Lawyer tongue; it nimbly at the Bar in my Cause: The Physician gains upon dying people, and extorts Moneys and Gifts to foment the Combustion: The Preacher is altogether declamatory and fulminating against mine and his Enemies. The Courtier, Citizen, Countryman nobly maintain their Triangle. My Out-landers have spurred up the Spirits of neighbouring Nations, from the earth into theayr, where they sly (like the Vulture hovering over the Lion and the wild-Boar in their combatings, as hoping to devour the Carcases of both.) In this Tropic of things, I have seated the Provincial of our Society here with his Council, in a Noble House near to London-Wall; whence they dispatch every day the most nimble-witted Members of our Society, into the Conventicles, and Army. When the people are pulled up by the root from Religion, they must needs fall back upon ours.  Enter Madam Vainglory, and Pretty. 
Come, come: Are ye fitted in all Points?  Vaing. 
We are, Most Reverend Father.  Lucifer. 
Thou and thy Maid look as innocently as a placid and fair Child pressing the Teat. Let's away. Exeunt.   

Act 3. Scen. 2.  Enter Lord Liberal, Sr. John Wit-little, Mrs. Dorothy. L. Lib. 
Come, Sr. John Wit-little; This is always the merriest day of the week with us; though indeed mirth cannot well attemper itself to these newborn Troubles: but we hope the storm will not long rage, it is so violent. The Transision in Music from a Discord to a Concord, is very sweet: from a Concord to a Discord, harsh and unpleasant.  S. John. 
My Lord: I could wish you would conclude a final and happy Concord betwixt me and Mrs. Dorothy.  Dor. 
That will never be concluded, Sir John Wit-little.  Sr. John. 
And pray, why, fair Mrs. Dorothy?  Dor. 
Because you are Sir John Wit-little.  Sr. John. 
I am sure, there is not only Wit-little, but also little Wit in that Answer.  L. Lib. 
Let her be as free as Air in her Speeches: you shall have her in the Exit of the Business.  Dor. 
But he shall never hold her.  S. John. 
Mrs. Dorothy, it will be your securest way to take me. I'll be a Papist or Atheist or any thing to please you.  Dor. 
You have not understanding enough to be a Papist, nor sufficient Wit to be an Atheist.  S. John. 
I have understanding enough, to adore you as my Saint, wit enough to worship you as my Image.  Dor. 
Fie, fie, Sr. John; You are profane.  S. John. 
I will not be profane to please you: and to please you, I will be profane again; if you please, that I will.  L. Lib. 
Sr. John, Let her abound in her own sense.  S. John. 
Sense! I am almost in a mind, she's deprived of all her Senses, that cannot see, nor hear, nor smell, nor taste nor touch enough in me to make her love me: Madam, Speak punctually, and to the Needle's point, Will you have me?  Dor. 
I shall then speak sharply: No.  S. John. 
Why then, I'll marry thy Wir.  Dor. 
Sr. John, you must first find another Wit to match it.  Sr. John. 
Must I, whether I can or no?  Enter Lucifer, Madam Hypocrisy, Pretty, Lucifuga. Lucifer. 
where's this Noble Lord, whose nature so perfectly consorts with his name? and who is so large-handed and boundless in his Entertainments, the Lord Liberal?  L. Lib. 
Sir, I am the Master of this Place.  Lucifer. 
In a good and auspicious hour you speak it: My Lord, we understood, that this was your weekly day of Jollity, and I was bold to bring my wife in my hand with me; that we might give up the rich experience of your Noble Entertainment.  L. Lib. 
Ye are welcome. This can be no Priest or Jesuit, he has a Wife. We stand out of the Gun-shot of danger. Sir, our Manner and Oeconomy is, first to dance, and then to banquet. We excuse no Gentile Person that enters.  Lucifer. 
My Lord, I run all honourable hazards among Friends.  Vaing. 
Madam, This is a good man, as they are called, a Priest, and Father of the Society: now time, and opportunity invite you to Confession.  Dor. 
But I want the coveniency of privacy.  Vaing. 
Madam, you may do it in the Dance: It hath been practised by the Learned Society, in case of Necessity.  Dor. 
I thank you: I shall not fail to embrace the present occasion.  L. Lib. 
Come, Gentlemen, and Ladies, sort yourselves.  In the Dance she meets him often, often turns with him, and lays, her mouth to his ear. In the end of the dance she gives him Gold. Lucifer. 
This is a Child worth Gold: Her hand was double-paved with twenty Shilling Pieces: This Golden Girl must not be neglected: Give her notice, that I will visit her often: the manner thus.  L. Lib. 
Friends, and Strangers, the Banquet attends you within. Exeunt.   

Act 3. Scen. 3.  The Singing Cobbler in his Shop at work. He Sings. Cobls. 

In eighty eight (mark well my Song,)  
The Spaniards were so bold a,  
They came with an Armado strong,  
To kill both young and old a,  
They brought their Swords, Guns, Pikes, and whips,  
To make us all confess a,  
Our hidden Gold, to load their Ships,  
Then kill us nevertheless a:  
Take heed, poor Spaniards, stay and muse,  
The water's not your Friend a,  
Ye will be used as ye use,  
If you with us contend a:   

This failing, Jesuits laid a Plot,  
To blow up Parliament a,  
A thing can never be forgot,  
That was so bloodily meant a,  
They thought to roast us all alive,  
And send us t' Heaven flying a:  
But we it seems do them survive  
Here miserably dying a:  
Take heed; poor Jesuits, stay and muse,  
The Fire is not your Friend a,  
Ye will be used as ye use,  
If you with us contend a:   

At length all Priests become so rude,  
So fraught with Spirit and life a,  
That they mix with the multitude,  
And blow the Coals of strife a:  
They babble in the Conventicle,  
And Quake it in the Field a,  
To make the minds of men so fickle,  
Resign to them and yield a:  
Take heyd, poor Priestling, stay and muse,  
The Field is not your Friend a,  
Ye will be used as ye use,  
If you with us contend a.   Enter Lucifer and Lucifuga. Lucifug. 
Sir, a Pursuivant having received Information that you are a Jesuit, pursues you neat at hand: You are visible, though I am not.  Lucifer. 
Inspire me, thou quodlibetical Spirit of our Society:  Lucifug. 
Sir: You must be as quick as Lightning: he is very near: I almost see his shadow.  Lucifer. 
What shop is that?  Lucifug. 
A Cobblers: they call him the singing Cobbler: and most commonly his Songs inveigh against the Papists.  Lucifer. 
Friend, there's an Angel for thee, lend me thy Apron, Cap, and Tools; and stand thou aside a little: I am in danger to be arrested.  
Alas poor Gentleman!  He sings. Lucifer. 

The English Monks are merry men,  
They drink till they are dry a,  
They laugh at the poor women then.  
that gave them Charity a:   

The Pursuivant passes with a Constable:  

They are so drunk they cannot say,  
Their Vespers in the Choir a;  
So drunk they cannot find the way,  
From Dinner to the Fire a:  
Ye Monks for sooth, reform your lives,  
And now more sober grow a;  
Leave Cups of crimson, and men's wives.  
And let the Maidens go a:   

Good Father Elpheg was so drunk,  
He could not find his Bed a,  
Beneath his Bedstead there he sunk,  
There lay all night and bled a,  
Peer Boniface strong water sups,  
Three or four times a day a,  
Until h'as often in his Cups  
Be carried drunk away a:  
Ye Monks for sooth—   

These Monks ambitious to be rich,  
Do silver falsify a,  
How ill becomes this covetous Itch  
Those that vow Poverty a?  
In public they look like their Sables  
They meditate all kneeling a:  
In private, play at Cards and Tables,  
Fight, curse, swear, and go reeling a:  
Ye Monks for forth——  
Are they passed beyond ken?    Lucifug. 
They are.  Lucifer. 
Friend, Happiness attend you.  Cobls. 
Many Thanks to your Worship: What pity 'tis, so proper a Gentleman should be arrested? Exeunt.   

Act 3. Scen. 4.  Enter Agrippa. Agrip. 
Gentlemen, I have now cited Rome hither, the seven Hills and all: when you have seen our Scholar there; my helm will be needless; he will presently do his own Arrint, and himself return to you. Observe him with a near eye; because the place is esteemed as Caput Orbis, the Head of the world. Exit.  Enter Fa. Tompson, a Jesuit, and Aristotle Junior. Tom. 
Child, forsooth, Approach not too near; that Image works Miracles: It hath cured the lame and the blind, indeed all kinds of Infirmities: and which is most miraculous, it hath spoken like one of us.  Arist. 
Father Tompson, This puts my Belief upon the Rack: And I will ingenuously give you my Reason; because the devil spoke first in the old heathenish Images, and this is faced like an apish Imitation of the Devil.  Tom. 
Pray forsooth, Child, doubt not: you must believe it.  Arist. 
It stands out of the Zodiac of Reason, out of the Horizon of Science.  Tom. 
Forsooth, so do all Miracles: If you were not Aristotle Junior, and a Philosophical pygmy, but the Aristotle and a Giant amongst Philosophers, you must immovably believe what we reach you. This Backwardness attests to a dyscrasy in your Soul, a Peacokness in your heart; we may not pride it, especially in matters concerning our adhesion to Religion. Aristotle's Image in the Vatican, is more obedient than you.  Arist. 
But less intelligent. Father Tompson, I put upon me the name of Aristotle Junior, only to plain it, that I was a young Aristotelian in the University of Cambridge, and opposite to the Ramists.  Tom. 
I see forsooth, that you have Paroxysmes still with reference to the old Heretic in you; We of the Society, in whom Learning and Industry, as necessary searchers into the Languages Oriental and Occidental, the Heptarchy of Liberal Sciences, Arts, and all the rich Armouries, Closets, and Cabinets of Knowledge, are met and married, believe it. And I desire, that your heart be fidus Achates, a faithful Achates to the Cause you have undertaken.  Arist. 
And I desire, that solid Truth remain implanted in me. Truly, Father, it was reported in England by our Miracle-mongers there, that all the Pictures in a Priest's Chamber, the night before he was taken, sweat; and it made me sweat ever after when I thought on't.  Tom. 
Child forsooth, I fear that you will miscarry hereafter: The Sieve put into the water, is full: Remove the Sieve out of the water, and the water is out of the Sieve. I know not, with what heart you have come amongst us. The Abyssin or Aethiopian goes into the Bath black, and black returns out of it.  Arist. 
Father, I did not take up this Religion, as those who were born of Parents steering this way; and agreeably educated; who therefore suck so strongly, that they draw blood in place of Milk, and promiscuously swallow all, because their Friends were all of the same Feather. I embraced it upon a pious and virtuous account. I may as well bring the Arctic and the Antarctic, the two Poles of the world together, as enforce my heart to close with impudent Falsehood, with fallacy that is pellucid and transparent. You may drop this, if you please, into your own heart like Arabian Gum, and let it congeal and stick there, that your Soul may be there entoomed, as the Fly or Spider in the Gum or Amber. My heart will not receive it: May that be always deep-inlaid and enamelled with known truth: I'll tell you, Father; I saw an Image the other day, that was removed with a Procession, to a better lodging, because it wrought infinite Miracles; and the Image was all over most miserably wormeaten. Me thinks the Power, if it be a good one, that works these wnoders with reflection upon the Image, should also preserve the miraculous Image from Rottenness, and from the Common people of Creepers the worms. I speak the Dictates of an unbiased heart; pray interpret all according to the Algebra of Candout.  Image. 
Chrissime fili mi, Crede.  Tom. 
It speaks: A Miracle, a Miracle, in a fit time, in its proper season.  Arist. 
Dear Father, what said it?  Tom. 
Chrissime fili mi, Crede: my most dear Child, believe: You believe now, I hope. O, I am rapt, I am in a Trance.  He sits down. Arist. 
The good old Father is transported in earnest, or he deeply dissembles. Whosoever thou art, if thou wilt gain me, speak my Language: He cannot. This Image is back-fastned to the Wall: I have read of private doors in the old Paganish Images. He knocks at it. It is hollow. Who's within there? The Tongue within, cannot speak English; and perhaps no more Latin. Still I am Pearl-and-Coral seeking in the bottom of the Servant  Tom. 
A Cunning Youth! What a precious Father of the Society would this man make? I will hereafter deal more candidly with him.  Arist. 
O Father, I am abundantly satisfied.  Tom. 
I am abundantly glad of it, my most dear Child; that's your Name now: We consume ourselves like Candles, in our giving light unto others.  Enter a poor man, as possessed. Arist. 
Father, what man is this that so strangely varies and multiplies his faces, and Postures?  Tom. 
It is, my most dear Child, a man possess't with a Devil: The virtue of the Image works this extravagant effect upon him. But I shall be plain with you: I have something within me; it burns and moves like Thunder in my Breast, and I cannot hold it from you, except I should cry fire. These dirty people that receive Alms under the name of people possessed with Devils, are most exact Counterfeits: if they were truly possess't, they would speak all Languages: The Devil is a prime Master of Languages: He is no Alien from any kind of natural Knowledge. The permission of these, and the like, are piae frauds, pious and holy Cousenages; Thus Images and Relics are worshipped with a more large measure both of inward and outward Worship. We have here in the Market, Relique-sellers; and they are continually in fee with such a man as this, who by his Mimical, Antic, and Tragical Gestures, reconciles those vendible Relics with the Belief of the People, before whom they are exposed to sale. A thing being set like a Pillar, supposed like a Mathematical Principle or Postulate, and granted as undeniably true, we may defend and uphold it by all kind of means.  Arist. 
But, Father, this is not ut Scholastici loquuntur, as the Schoolmen speak, who always prescribe, that we should proportion the Means to the End, and that Bonum ex integrâ causâ, Good is from an entire Cause, sejoyned from all admixtion of evil.  Tom. 
My most dear Child: The Books of the ancient Schoolmen are crowded with polygeneous, impertinent and impervious Doctrines of no worth or weight, not one Grain heavy, as being mere ebullitions of overwrought, and Feaver-tired Brains: from the which our modern Divinity is separated by an Ecliptic, as being transacted in Regulam Plumbeam or Lesbiam, a Leaden Rule; and bowed appliably to all our purposes: This Rule than obtains, when the Judge bends the Law to the Cause, and not the Cause to the Law: The things we believe and do, are infallibly true and good: and the Law must be bended to them by a pliable Interpretation.  Arist. 
This Divinity is not divine.  He roars. Tom. 
My most dear Child: The possess't man expects an Alms: Give him one.  Arist. 
Notwithstanding all his various and indefinite Motions, his right hand balanced with an Alms, finds the way readily to his Pocket. How comes it that he foams at the mouth so liberally?  Tom. 
That Legerdemain is advanced from the Apothecary's Shop: And use hath apted his Face, Eyes and Mouth to these horrid Representations. He roars only, when the holy thing is near, or set in view; and then he expects to be loaded with Alms. Exit.  
Having all he can expect, he is gone. My most dear Child: You have seen Mrs. Ward and her Jesuitrices, as tender-headed people call them.  Arist. 
I have Father. We were six Scholars of us; and they set us at a round Table, so placed, that we sat a Scholar and a Maid, a Scholar and a Maid: and which way soever we turned our faces, to the right, or to the left, we had a pretty Maid, a Quicksilver-tongued Girl to face us. They told: us in the Crowd of other things, that they wrought Miracles in Germany, a great way off.  Tom. 
Maids do you call them? They were English Chambermaids indeed. And the Miracles they wrought in Germany, were, Three or four of them were there got with child, and afterwards, they miraculously became Maids again. But there is a Bull in agitation, to come forth with a roaring and raging noise, in opposition to Mrs. Ward and her licentious Crew, against which there is no Ward nor Guard. My most dear Child, I am forsooth, very desirous, that because you are upon your Mission for England, you should see Father John Barnes, a Learned Englishman, and a Benedictine Monk, sent to Rome, and committed to the Inquisition here, by his own Order and Countrymen. This place belongs to the Inquisition: I will presently speak with the Fathers of the Inquisition, and give you a call from yonder Window. Exit.  Arist. 
The Sun in Egypt after the Inundation of Nile, heating the Mud, quartermakes, & half-makes, and when it perfectly makes, makes but imperfect Creatures, as Frogs, Serpents, and such like. I have read in my Namesake, every man by nature desires to know: This muddy forging of Miracles will never promote a desiring heart to perfect Knowledge. The Naturalists have found by curious Inquisition, that if a Pearl which is foul, be swallowed into the womb of a Dove, and remain there some while; the Dove will give it again most pure and orient: Every thing must be tried and examined, according to my Lesson treasured up from the School of Devotion, in the womb of devout Simplicity, which womb will free it from spots, clouds, deformity. Yet I find that in all these erroneous deviations, there is some colour or semblance of Truth, or something like an Asterisk, or finger pointing to past truths. Thus did the Devil's Oracles deliver many sound Truths, the better, under such palliations, to disseminate and publish their most unsound Errors: Thus doth a stink offend us more, when concomitant with some weak Perfume which it hath pro vehiculo, than if it singly sets upon us; the perfume procuring for the stink, easier admittance into our sense: Thus Poisons are most dangerous and irremediable, when joined in commission with a Cordial that is not able to resist them; it serving to conduct them to the heart, and being unable to vanquish their malignity: Thus the old Fowlers deceived Pigeons by showing an exoculated Pigeon leaping and dancing in a Net.  F. Tompson from above. Exit Arist, Tom. 
St. From the other He changes Windows. Window I called him: but this is the window from whence we must be Spectators. It is the Ring-dove that builds her Nest early, and unplumes her skin to soften it with her own Feathers, when oftentimes herself dies of cold. I would endanger my life to write this man ours. The turning Pictures show oftentimes a Lion on the one side, and a Lamb on the other: I have great hopes, that he carries a Lamb inwardly. Love and hatred are like the two ends of a Perspective-Glass, the one multiplies, the other makes less: I would gladly settle him in a Mean betwixt both.  Aristotle Junior, above. 
My most dear Child, I have procured a Convenience from the good Fathers here: and we shall see more than ordinary.  F. John Barnes, chained with a Collar of Iron about his Neck. Barnes. 
The better to discern the Arteries and the Vital Spirits in them, Vesalius the Anatomist was wont to cut up men alive: in these they observe the beating of the Pulse. My torturers are more cruel: they search me through and through every day, and yet, I live to see myself outlive myself.  Alex. 
Father, I hear him, but, I see him not: Darkness interposes itself; the place is as dark as Hell.  Tom. 
You shall see him presently.  Barnes. 
Some hold that the soul is extraduce; and that one man begets another, Body and Soul; and that the Soul is enlightened from the Father, as a Candle from a Candle; otherwise, say they, a man begets but half a man, and stands many stairs lower than a Beast, that begets the whole Beast; and that the three Faculties of the Soul should be infused in man, whereof the two inferior are begot in Beasts, seems not to be a well-cemented Truth.  Alex. 
He talks idly.  Tom. 
They have designed him for madness; because he was Master of a dangerous Head-piece.  Enter one with a Torch, like a Damned Spirit. Spirit. 
O Barnes, Barnes, The torments that I feel, are most unsufferable: and outstrip, outrun, outfly humane Apprehension. Thou wilt quickly be in the same Circle of Condition with me.  Barnes. 
Who art thou?  Spirit. 
A Damned Spirit; who when I was a Passenger in the world, was affected as thou art, and affianced to the Religion of wicked and abominable England. I was commanded to tell thee, that two deaths stand gaping for thee with open jaws in thy way; and it is recorded in the black and fatal Volume of Destiny, that both shall swallow thee: The Funeral fire shall resolve thy Body into ashes; and thy soul widowed of understanding, shall everlastingly be bedded with me in Hell. Hogs and Dogs, Cats and Rats are more happy than thou and I. I must not stay longer, for fear of discovery. I go: my Tormentor calls. Exit Spirit.  Barnes. 
All things fall out perpendicularly to my fears. I shall be burnt here at Rome: and I shall be damned hereafter in Hell: These two, like malevolous and malignant Planets, are in conjunction: I have oculos pumiceos, eyes of Pumice-stone: I cannot weep. These desperate Tormentors have sunk me into desperation: O!  Exit Barnes. Arist. 
The wise Alchemist, in the whole progress of his Art, extracts things purer and purer from grosser things. Exeunt.   

Act 3. Scen. 5.  Enter Lord Liberal, and Sir John Wit-little. S. John. 
My Lord, the Gentleman's Wife that yesterday was your Guest, promised me the sight of a Quaker this day: I have a great mind to see a Quaker. Their outward appearance is highly commended.  L. Lib. 
Sr. John: Toads and Serpents have been found in the midst and heart of the fairest-coloured Stone or Marble being hollow. I love to be like the Pearl, which is united in itself, and called Vnio. If I should put my heart upon the Wheel, to run round, the sequel would be dangerous, and perhaps like the famous, or infamous rather, motion of the Wheel, which was first set on going, and then carried about and about, round and round, with Bags of Sand tied to the Wheel, and falling still as the wheel moved more and more forcibly, until the violent motion kindled fire in it, and burned it out of all Motion, but what the sporting wind bestowed upon the cold ashes.  Enter Vainglory, Pretty, Lucifer like a Quaker, Lucifuga. S. John. 
Madam: You are welcome to my Father-in-Law's house: by that name I commonly style him: I see you stand close to your word.  Mad. 
Else I were not enstated in that Honesty which I pretend to.  S. John. 
Is this your Quaker?  Mad. 
Yes, Sr. John: This is the Mufty and Head of the Sect.  S. John. 
My Lord, pray speak to him: I am not wife enough.  L. Lib. 
Friend: What is your Judgement concerning Religion!  Lucifer. 
Thou man, who gave thee Authority, thus to question me, thy Fellow-Creature? I am free, and unquestionable in the matter of Religion.  S. John. 
Quaker, You should uncover your head: This is a Lord.  Lucifer. 
Man, thou art deceived: I will not put off my Hat, though he be a Lord: He is but a man as I am, and my Fellow by Birth.  L. Lib. 
What is your Profession?  Lucifer. 
I am a poor ingerant Countryman, a Cobbler by Trade, that profess the knowledge of Truth in a larger size, than ordinary.  L. Lib. 
How attained you to this Knowledge of so large a Circumference, if you be ignorant of Learning?  Lucifer. 
By Inspiration.  Vaing. 
My Lord, he is inspirited of entimes, and speaks beyond a man.  L. Lib. 
The Comet is perfectly circular, except where it blazes: yet wants the Perfection and perfect Influence of a star: though because it is nearer, it seems fairer: Besides, it is an Upstare, and risen out of gross Matter. Our Quaker blazes only in the business of Religion.  Vaing. 
Now his Fit enters upon him. Maid, give him a Chair. He trembles.  S. John. 
This is fine sport.  L. Lib. 
The Ague shakes him.  Vaing. 
He returns to himself. Exit  Lucifuga. Lucifer. 
The Nightingale growing fat, cannot sing: I have long fasted. According to the multitude of Operations (be they of the same or a different nature) in which the Soul doth busy herself, she performeth each particular Operation with less obsequiousness and ability, and therefore less perfectly. Because the Soul being finite and limited, her active virtue is also limited and finite; and so fitting and applying her activity to divers operations, she gives the cause that each participateth a less portion thereof. It is not within the Sphere of humane power, that one should at the same very time, observingly contemplate the Feature of a man's face, beheld with his eyes, and judiciously bend his Thoughts to the curious and bewitching Strains of Music intruding upon his Ears; nor in the same instant attentively discern the Differences and several Garbs of Colour and Figure. Had I a hundred Understandings, and as many Tongues, I have Matter wherewith to lad and load them. Man, there is yet Terra Incognita, a Land unknown to thee, with respect unto knowledge and Religion. The truly knowing people, wheresoever they are, are infallible. He that thinks such a People can fall, fears the ruin of the Firmament, and is more than somewhat like him, who-being Galens Patient, and very sick, told him demanding in the morning how he did; that he had been restless and without sleep all the night; heaving himself from side to side, and heavily groaning; and had been grievously troubled in seriously thinking, what should become of him (sick man) if Atlas, weary now at last, should steal away his outworn shoulder, and Heaven, with all the Larks in the Air, fall upon him lying weak in his Bed. Without Infallibility, there is no certainty, no security. And what are all Professors, compared to us? They are decked like heathenish Indians, with fine Feathers; filched from Birds, that when they were alive, flew near Heaven; while these, because their feathers are ascititious, cannot fly, can scarcely creep. If they raise an old Truth, like the shape of a fair plant or flower in a Glass, they suddenly draw the flame or Candle away, and let it fall to dull Ashes again. Other men are petty Chapmen, and Pedlars of Divinity: Man, if thou wilt know, know that I am the knowing man: And man, thou mayest know it by this: of a simple and ignorant man, I am suddenly exalted above myself by Rapture. Persons ill-affected in their eyes, many times see two things, when but one presents itself: every man in their seeing, hath two heads, four eyes, two Mouths, two Bodies, four hands, as many feet; and is twice himself, and a double man. Man, thou mayest think me double and deceitful, but the fault is in thy Eyes, not in me. He trembles again.  Vaing. 
Now he goes back to the simple man he was.  L. Lib. 
This begets wonder. But he that is red through blushing, cannot be said to have a red face: He that is pale through fear, cannot be said to have a pale Countenance. As one good or evil Act renders not a man morally and throughly good or evil: we being truly named good or evil, just or unjust, from the Habits and the multiplication of Acts issuing from them: so a Fit of Knowledge, fits not a man for the Name of a knowing man.  Enter Mrs. Dorothy, and Lucifuga. S. John. 
O Sweetheart, Had you been here, you had seen a Quaker in his Fit: He quakes and shakes like the Leaves of a tree in a fresh wind.  Dor. 
Such sights are not pleasant to me, Sr. John Littlewit.  Sr. John. 
My Lord, she speaks with the Quaker.  L. Lib. 
It matters not: I had rather she were a Quaker than a Papist. Tender Infants are most subject to fascination; she has Age.  Lucifer. 
Madam, Your Portion being in your own hands; bag it; and I will find ways to fetch it: Afterwards, I shall convey you to a Nunnery.  Dor. 
You will make me happy.  L. Lib. 
Come, loving Guests, receive the Civility of the House.  Sr. John. 
Madam: You have signed us yours by this Favour: How does your husband?  Vaing. 
Well, I hope, Sr. John.  Sr. John. 
Come Quaker, go with us.  Lucifer. 
Man, I follow thee. Exeunt.   

Act 3. Scen. 6.  Enter Mr. Ninnie, an Anabaptist. Nin. 
I was directed hither by a Friend belonging to the House, to see a Jesuit in his Habit, who will presently pass this way. I am an Exerciser amongst the Brethren of the Separation: My Name is Abram Ninnie: and it would be a consolation to me, to know by sight of the eye, what manner of man a Jesuit is, and how he goes orderly dressed in private.  Enter Aristotle Junior. 
This is not he.  Arist. 
I am newly returned from Rome by Sea to London; and I would fain see the Father that sent me over, and debate the business with him, because it answered not in all Angles to my Expectation. This is the Jesuits House in the Savoy, that secretly beats the name of their Founder. One thing more, lies gnawing at my heart: I find a strange fall of the Leaf in my own Country: Every man has moulded a new Religion to himself. I have a Vision: I am haunted with Visions, being newly come from Rome: Me thinks, this House is like a Theatre, and thronged with people. Gentlemen: I'll open to you a Secret, locked up in the close Cabinet of my Thoughts. But, I pray, keep it as a Secret, and tell it not abroad: neither let it pass into the cold air: We experimentally find in the world, that Princes have their Jail; for Offenders, and their Bedlams for mad people: And I know, that— I dare better show towards him with my hand, than name him here, is the greatest of Princes; and that Hell is his Jail. And in good sooth I never heard or read of storied forth, never beheld a place, which can now more appliably be called his Bedlam than England. But ye will say, How so? England a Bedlam? the great Bedlam of the world? Are all the people of England mad? Soft and fair. I Answer: No. For in a Bedlam-house, the mad people have their sober Keepers, their wise Physicians, their civil Waiters and Servants; and also those, whose Office it is to whip them, and thereby to awake and recall their senses; and one of the last, I hope I shall be. Thet's the Secret.  Enter Lucifer, in the Habit of a Jesuit. Lucif. 
O I am robbed, I am robbed; I had a Purse of Gold given me this morning by a Noble woman-penitent, which she stole from her Husband; and another he-penitent coming afterwards, has picked my pocket and robbed me of it; O Villain, Miscreant, Caitiff! According to Learned Father Escobar, he is damned already. The Rogue came to Confession to me, kneeled humbly at my feet, confessed with a sad voice, an humble mouth, sighed, sobbed, groaned, shaked his head, looked like a Carcase, and with a face equally divided and shared betwixt sorrow and care: he cried too; the vile Knave wept, as I thought, heartily; the tears ran hastily down his Cheeks, as if there were a modest contention, or striving betwixt his Cheeks, which should▪ deliver his tears soonest to his bosom: he kept his Right and righteous hand acting & tabering at his heart, while with his other hand, his unrighteous hand, left-handed Rascal, he picked my Pocket, and got away my Purse, my Purse of Gold, containing as much pure Gold, as being well husbanded by our secular Procurator, would have given our Body here a full and copious Dinner every Thursday at our Garden-house of Recreation, I mean, every one six Dishes, whereof one should have been a fat plump Partridge, or something, as the Logicians speak, equipollent, to the world's end. The Curse of our General, and of all our Sociey be upon him: The Curse and the Firebrand thrown down from the top of the Great Church at Rome, follow him.  Arist. 
Father, Father, this Passion does not become you, sits not well upon your forehead.  Lucif. 
Are not you the Thief? you are like him.  Arist. 
Look upon me well, good Father, and with unpassioned eyes.  Lucif. 
O my good Child, are you come again? Forsooth, I am glad to see you. How relish you the good things in foreign Parts?  Arist, 
Father, tanquam in tabellâ, in brief. First, you sent your Letter of commendations by me, and it had certain private Marks in the bottom, according to your private Book of Rules, Politic rules, printed at Rome, and no where else, which I have now seen; and this was to signify to the Jesuits, that if I refused to be a member of your Society, they might use me ad libitum, at their pleasure. Secondly, You sent Letters every Month to the English Colleges at S. Omers, at Valladolid in Spain, and at Rome where I was, to be read in the hearing of all the Scholars; and these Letters recounted wondrous things as done in England, disgraceful to the English, though conducing to the confirmation of the Scholars in their Judgements, which things were neither done, nor feasible. The Business of Garnets' Straw was meet Forgery; the Painter afterwards discovered his own Folly, and yours; and your different Pictures of the Straw (I have seen them) gave evidence against you. Fox, the Author of the famous Martyrology, never believed his Head was an Urinal. The Learned Churchman of England, did not die a Papist. I could exasperate your ears with a thousand of these. Thirdly, I never yet saw a Jesuit or other Priest, of whom I could honestly say, this is a just man, his Heart and his Tongue concur, Truth and his Tongue are Unison: They are Mountebanks in Religion, and have Spawns of Deceit and Equivocation in their Mouths: they religiously keep Matchavels Rule; Bespatter thy Adversary with all sorts of Dirt and filth, aliquid for sit àn adhaerebit; it is likely that somewhat of it will stick close to him. Fourthly,—  Nin. 
This is the Jesuit, in the Habit of his Order: a very passionate man: And now I look better upon him, this man exercised in our Chair the other day, habited as I am. Jesuit, I defy thee.  Lucif. 
Who are you?  Nin. 
A Brother of the Separation. I defy thee, Jesuit.  Lucif. 
How came you hither?  Nin. 
Upon my Legs. Jesuit, I defy thee. Thou art an Impostor, a Deluder: thou hast polluted and contaminated our Chair, and I will burn it. I defy thee, Jesuit.  Lucif. 
Cnipperdoling, vanish. Thee I defy.  Nin. 
Rome's Janisary, I defy thee.  Arist. 
Gentlemen, I defy you both. But you two are not so tender-hoofed, but you may stable closer together, if you please. You both know, or have reason to know, that I know you both. Come, come, stand as far off as you can one from the other: I'll bring you together, I warrant you. Jesuit, and Brother of the Separation: First, Are ye not both wild-fire-heated, and contemners of Government, if heteroclite from your Designs? This cannot be denied: the meridian Sun is not more visible. Come both a little nearer, for this first reason. Again, you brother of the Separation, have not you kicked against lawful Government, instigated by the Grounds and Reasons of the Jesuits, their Schoolmen, Controvertists, Casuists; have you not copied your Motives and Arguments out of their Champions? do not I know you have? Nearer now on each side. Yet again. Do you not both in all Nations, where there is an overswaying and prevalent party, consociate, side, vote, and dance in the same Fairy Ring, against the party authorized by the swaying Power? Ye do, ye do: Nearer, nearer yet. I have brought you to halfway Tree on both sides. Still on. Vox populi, the voice of the people who best know you, as with an irresistible charm will bring you nearer on both quarters. Are not you named the Puritanical Jesuit, and you the Jesuitical Puritan? Nearer again. I follow the chase. Are ye not both so fevere and rigid in your Directions, Instructions, Counsils, as if ye were both Enthusiasmed with a singular spirit above all others? Now ye are within the stretch of arms. Do ye not both with the same quibble of cunning insinuate into houses by men's wives, and there Lord it over their Husbands and the whole Family? I must not exceed my portion of time, and speak from the Centre beyond the Periphery. Now come close together, join hands, embrace according to the Jesuitical Hugg. Why now ye are friends. O let poor deluded England, be now ashamed of what is past, be provident and circumspect for hereafter. All was Jesuitical: the Jesuit as the evil Genius, was the true and only Malignant: In all the combination and complication of the many-headed Factions, he had access by himself or his Agents to the chief Actors while he blew the coals, with Julian, at the Devil's Altar. And now ye are coupled I'll tell you a Story; it hath, Janus-like, two faces, as looking Romeward and hitherward. Rome was with Child, and she brought forth her eldest Son, the Benedictine; to him as the Heir she gave her Lands: She remained free a while; at length was with child again, and brought into the light two children, the Dominican and the Franciscan; to the first, having given away her Lands, she gave certain Houses and moneys in a Pensionary manner; to the other, having nothing left, the Wallet, and set him out of doors a beging. She stood clear again, till at last she was mountain-big with child; She longed, she groaned, she drew her breath short, she made store of outlandish faces: In the conclusion she gave into the world a lusty Boy, who being newly born uttered from behind the Midwife's lapful, a sign of good luck; this was the Jesuit: His Mother having given away Lands, Houses, Wallet, took him up, gave him a smart clap on the right buttock, and said, My darling, shift for thyself; and he did so most accurately. Turn the story hither: Our Mother here was with child, and with child, again, and again. I so much honour the first-born children, that I shall not name them in this Comical Air; the Presbyterian himself shall pass by me, without a glance upon him: questionless he means well, though he deserves not this Elegy from me, yet I am so sick of the Jesuit and Monk, that I must praise him. But Brother of the Separation, you were the last-born, have run with the Torrent, and shifted for yourself, to rejoice over the Creaturen; and therein you and the Jesuit are uniform. This is all, I take my leave. Exit.  Nin. 
And I likewise. Farewell Brother. Exit.  Lucif. 
Brother, Farewell. I must proceed to a new leven. The name of Jesuit is now grown ragged, rugged, odious. His murders, equivocations, cozenages, and the like, are over-palpable. I must translate my Crown, Empire, and Person to an Order, having more of pious outside. Let me see: there 'tis: the blessed Benedictine is the man: he that in public looks not beyond the length of his grave. His antiquity, and the opinion of the people will assist me.  

The Principle stands firm, nothing more neat,  
Than to delude you with a holy Cheat.   Exit. 
Finis Actûs terty.    

Act. 4.  

Scene I.  Enter Agrippa. Agrip. 
YOur Scholar and ours has put to Sea again for France, Mr. Hugh the Comedian-Preacher, came from his Master Fieri-facias to him with such a hanging message, that it discomposed and tempested his thoughts, put him into a shaking fit: and not without right reason: for one of his Coat and Constitution was left shorter by the head the other day. He has desired of me to render him once again to you from Paris; and I shall do it Presto. But I promised him to present you first with a Dance of Spanish Clowns, as he has seen them Dance in the Church, by Order from the Inquisition, and as the manner is, upon the most festival Days, in the Spanish-Churches, before the highest Altar: this passing with them for a part of devout Worship, and a most excellent work of Devotion. They come: judge you. Exit.  Enter the Spanish Dancers: they make reverence to the Altar, both before the Dance and after: they Dance with their Hats off. Exeunt.  

Act 4. Scene 2.  A little Bell Rings. Enter Father Nelson, F. Robert, F. Prior, Monks, one after the other. F. Nelson. 
This Bell calls us to Council. Come Father Robert: but where's F. Prior?  F. Rob. 
He comes.  Nels. 
Reverend Father Prior, having lodged this Meteor of a man in the Bastille, we must secure him there by plausible reasons dispersed amongst the people.  Rob. 
Yes, Father Prior, our soundest and profoundest way of proceeding will be, to give amongst the people, that he is an Intelligencer and Spy from the Rebels in England, and that there has been a continual intercourse of Letters betwixt them and him.  Pri. 
But Fathers, I have heard from persons of untainted reputation that he has been seven times Imprisoned, and twice Plundered to the last farthing, in the defence and favour of the Royal Party.  Nels. 
It slenders not our cause. The business is agitated here, whither such a report can not easily reach; I have otherwise possess't and filled the Chancellor; and ordained by his Order and Sanction, that besides his being Dungeoned, he shall be punished beyond humane sufferance; for, as the honest English Tailor holily and crosslegged says: he deserves to be stabbed or have his throat cut.  Rob. 
Reverend F. Prior, you have Capitulum lepidissimum, a notable head-piece; and you look so like a carcase, and with such a mortified countenance, so like the ghost of Godliness, that whatsoever you countenance, will pass for pure and holy. Licence me to speak a free word: you remember, that a Noble Frenchman said to you, Had he but your face in the forefront of his head, he should be able to cozen the whole world.  Pri. 
Verily, I was made for my Priorship: I am called to it, and my parts are consonant and agreeable. I look like an Anatomy, I speak humbly and with a dying man's voice, like a Saint, and I do like myself. I declare to you, Fathers, I love not the Prisoner, because my Brother the Franciscan conspired with him in England, professing, that had he been enabled with his parts, he would have turned heretic as he did.  Nels. 
Fathers, I am your Definitor: let me define for you. We will out-wait this hard Winter. If there be not a settlement in England before the Summer visit us, we will send him to the Inquisition at Rome, and there burn him alive to vile ashes.  Rob. 
Father Bennet Nelson, you speak like an Orthodox Brother, rightly descended from Bishop Bonner. I will procure in England sufficient provision of moneys from the Catholics there for this godly purpose, who will gladly contribute to such a meritorious work. He is our deadly enemy: he has wrought against us mischiefs without precedent, beyond example, above parallel. He wrote a Book in England, and entitled it, The Serpent and the Dragon, or, The Jesuit and the Monk, or, Profession and Practice: the Jesuit was but the Serpent, and the Monk was the Dragon. Now the Author is both Serpent and Dragon, and deserves to be burnt beyond ashes if it were possible. Plangenti nemo condolet Draconi: No man condoles with a mourning Dragon. And before this Book he set his Picture, fetching the Devil out of a Monk in the form of a Pig: Hog as he was.  Pri. 
I received a Letter from St. Malloes', signifying, that he with certain English Merchants visited our Fathers there, every one bringing his Bottle of Wine, otherwise, as our Fathers there innocently call it, of Crimson; and our holy Fathers there drank so fully, plentifully and rejoicingly of it, that they told him in the ecstasy of their joy, he did in very deed deserve to be Canonised by his Holiness for his charity towards them; and yet, both he and the Merchants reported, the good men were drunk, crimsonfaced, and drunk with crimson: a very plot.  Nels. 
Truly, Father, there was a noble Personage from England here in Paris, that numbered this Varlet amongst his Friends, he called him his Chaplain; and one Winter night, they congealed into company with a good Father here in Town: he had an imperfection, that he would be drunk every day: in fine, he was overtaken with drink that night, and slept in a chair: and presently they sent for a great Glass of Oil, (sit down here Father Robert, and I will show the manner,) and poured it upon the bare, bald, and holiest part of his head, saying, O Priest, we anoint thee King of drunkards; and leave thee drunk with Wine and drowned in Oil.  Rob. 
Father Prior, and Father Nelson: I did but kiss a Woman in the Old-Baily at London, and do a little something more to her; and as you shall believe me to be a true child of the Church, I had but one child by her, a dainty Boy, and as like myself, as if I had spat him out of my mouth; and this vile fellow set it going upon wheels through City and Country.  Pri. 
He is a most pernicious man.  Nels. 
Fathers, this our Convent of Paris excepted, (and he has been in Paris many times, and once resided here four years together,) he has lived in all our Monasteries through the whole Christian world: he lived in our Abbey at Lambspring in Germany, in our Monasteries at Douai in Artois, at Dulewart in Lorain, at St. Malloes' in Britanny: he knows all our secrets, and all the secret conveyances betwixt the Rebels and us, and has heard from us uncomely words lackeying thereunto. None of our Fathers in their Monasteries would receive him into the Habit, lest he should know more of our inside, and bemire us further: Father Cressy whispered to him in his ear, that he was sick of all our Monasteries, and he presently talked it abroad. He fancies to himself a perfection according to the Primitive Model; and he desires and seeks according to this his Platonical Idea. F. Prior: It is the settled doctrine of the Jesuits, That he who threatens or intends to publish the secrets of a Religious-House may be lawfully killed. Now there is a twofold manner of killing: we may kill directly as the Jesuits do, (which is too public, incurs too much upon the senses,) or indirectly as we. Let those sufferances be multiplied upon him in the Bastille, that no ordinary man can endure without death, (which is a kind of indirect killing:) If his body be of heart-oake, and he 'scape this, to the fire and faggot with him at Rome.  Pri. 
Fathers, I approve and sanctify your counsel. Here let us centre: The cause is good, the end excellent: the affair must and shall prosper.  Rob. 
One word in the by. We have money of his which hath remained dormant in our hands these two years: but he must not have it, lest it should serve to manage him into England, if he should break Prison. And whereas he is upon our account unraveld three hundred pounds and upwards, besides all sorts of clothes and other goods which he gave us, and of which we have milked and gelded him, heretics would say, defrauded him; now the matter moves upon another hinge. O the brave Goose-pies that we begged him out of.  Nels. 
My brain is in labour. Perhaps I shall bring forth another way, a way more compendiary, to shorten his life in the Bastille. He is there the most part of his time in pitchy darkness: a Spider in his salt, and there entombed in her own venom, would be thought to destroy him casually; and then we may exalt Providence.  Pri. 
Fathers, It will not be cross to our design, if we likewise inform the Chancellor that he is a Monk: The Chancellor knows a Monk should not abide out of his Monastery: This will fortify and confirm the Chancellor in his honourable act of imprisoning him. For set aside his Priapism, the Chancellor carries the face of a conscience.  Nels. 
It would not be amiss.  Pri. 
Thus then. We have decreed, and the plot is modelized, let us proceed to performance, and go on upon this Helix, wider and wider.  Rob. 
O Father, you have dignum caput cui posterit as devoveat capitolium, anserinâ operâ praeservandum, a reverend head, to the which posterity may worthily devote a Capitol, to be preserved afterwards by Geese.  Pri. 
F. Robert, you are always merry. Come let us go, and hammer the iron while it is incorporated with fire.  Nels. 
The Monk that is most cunning, and most quaint,  
Our Maxim says, must be declared a Saint. Exeunt.   

Act 4. Scene 3.  Aristotle Junior, lying on the ground in a Dungeon, upon a little straw mingled with dirt. Arist. 
O Torment! The pangs of Death cannot be more grievous: and my pangs are notoriously more grievous to me than the pangs of Death, because mine are continual. The whole Fabric of my body is so stiffened and benumbed with cold, so bruised and sored with the hardness of the rocky ground, that I cannot use a limb without excessive pain, and shaking of the whole frame. They have detained me here in the Bastille the space of fifteen Weeks, without Bed, Covering, Cap, Waistcoat, Shirt, or other Linen, (the French, my Executioners, robbed me of all,) without Chair, Stool, Table, Fire, Candle, Water, Knife, Spoon; without any succour for the necessities of nature, further than the floor of this close and dark Dungeon or Cave where I lie: and by a little peeping-hole I have discovered a Sentinel continually standing with his Musket, to receive me, if I should appear in the least part of me. Dare these blessed-named Benedictines ever profess, that they are flesh and blood? the wild Indian man-eaters are not more barbarous; nor the bruit beasts of the wilderness more savage. Can it now be denied from the consequents of this cruelty, that their lives in their Monasteries are absolutely dissolute, when they endeavour by such unhewed and Scythian means to forestall the discovery of them. It is likely they will pull to themselves in the covering of their nakedness other pretences, that as Tiberius the Emperor abused the vestals, they may first render me dishonourable, and then miserable: But here, two things obtain no small surplusage of confirmation; two things which walk it and stalk it as open truths in England, though contradiction be much obstreperous: The first, The people of this Gang, this sharp-pointed fang, are most horribly Cruel: The second, Rome cannot stand without the prop of a Lye. I never hammered any thing against them, but Truth: a Goldsmith is a Smith, but a Goldsmith. I wonder not now, that they are so debauched in their Monasteries, and that their old Monks talk of the evils they committed in their youths, with such high merriment and complacence: for cruelty supposeth many great sins, hath many foul enormities that forerun it. They now act upon the very Life-blood of me. Nothing more puts me upon the rack, than that I suffer all this from the immediate hand of a walking Pedlars Pack, a Periwiged people; a Nation of Antics; a people terrible to none but to one another, as fearing amongst themselves Morbum Gallicum, the French Pox; exuberant in their outward and croutching Spaniel Compliments, but wretchedly destitute of all truly-gentile and solid civility; A barbarous extract of Gauls, Huns, Goths, Vandals, Longobards; Men that have always their Master the Devil in their mouths; quick to strike and kill, but slow to do it nobly. Let them go as they are, the Indian Birds or Butterflies of men. May the noble Castilian, and brave Englishman in a fit time revenge my wrongs upon them. Rejectus à Servis puerulus, in Matris redit & ruit amplexus: The Child roughly treated by the Servants whom he fondly loved, returns and runs into the embraces of his dear Mother. O dear England! I have been so long watching and waking, that neither my fancy nor eyes perform faithful service to my understanding. It seems to me, that I see strange things, Pigmies, Giants, strange Birds, Beasts, Fishes, Serpents, Monsters. All extraordinary stories that I have read or heard of, show themselves to me, besides portents and prodigies. I hear whatsoever my fancy delivers to be said. I dream that I sleep, sometimes bedded in Snow, sometimes in the Waters, in the Field sometimes, where I am pelted with hail. They will not allow me pen, ink, paper, or light: yet I have made and recorded in my memory a Latin Epistle, which I will commend to paper, and perhaps devote to the Press, if ever good Heaven indulge freedom to me. In this Epistle there is a Latin Hymn: My fancy sings it oftentimes to me. I wish for symmetry-sake, and because it contains my sad story, that some propitious and unseen mouth might sing it, reprieve and act the part of my fancy, whilst I intent a little to slumbering.  

SONG.  
In stramineo & pulvereo Cumulo  
Hîc jaceo sine tegmine aut Tumulo:  
Oblatus Morti, somno vix aut nè vix devotus,  
Relatus Morti, Mortuique instar firmè totus.  
Supulchrum pulchrum verè putans,  
Et nec id moribus refutans.  
Re, o'er, non sanè planè idem,  
More, Amore qui fui pridèm.  
Christo, non verò Satanae dicandus,  
Hùc trador, spero, sordibus purgandus.  
Vnà in occasum Vergens, oriénsque;  
Nascens, & simul denascens, moriénsque.  
ut aegrotus, frigens, dolens:  
ut Cadaver, rigens, olens.  
Vi ablatus, & vi delatus:  
Vi Mortis Portis alligatus.  
Vagari liberum non est Menti,  
Nè Corpus desit revertenti.  
Pulso Scabello, fluens, fruens  
Augustis Throni Bonis, Donis.  
Non flens ipse, video in Scalâ  
Mentes deflintes mea Mala.  
Me flente, confluunt gaudentes,  
Descendentes & ascendentes.  
Sublatus in Coelum, eò liber eo,  
Liber in eo cum Deo-versor meo.  
Ignobilis per Somnia, pariénsque deformia:  
Immobilis ad omnia, patiénsque enormia.  
Et nùnc velut elatus, vermibúsque ritè datus,  
Cum Vivendi peritis Primitivis Eremitis.   Enter a Key keeper. Key-k. 
Monsieur Englishman, you are free from the Dungeon, and have the liberty of the Common Prison.  Arist. 
I most humbly thank you, Monsieur: you are a good Angel. Pray be a little charitable, and help me to rise: O, gently, gently: for charity sake, gently. O my poor legs, they refuse to support my body. I can scarce enforce my arms to the least duty. There is a Conjuration of Aches through my whole body.  He comes upon the Stage, holding by the wall, and sits. Exit Key-keeper. Enter Don Lewis, an Italian. Lewis, 
Signior Englishman, I am glad you are dismissed and rescued from your Dungeon. Prisoners love here, as being in câdem navi, in the same ship. I am a stranger as you are, a noble Italian; and therefore, more particularly sympathised with you. I am commonly called Don Lewis.  Arist. 
Noble Sir: I am affectionately yours. You will favour me to descend beneath yourself, and acquaint me why you are detained here.  Lewis. 
Precisely and nakedly, for the speaking of naked Truth: There is an Italian Bishop here in Paris, a man of sublime power, but of a leaden heart: He privately professes against the Immortality of the soul; and uses, against all the Sallies of Nature, a Boy every night, (such is the vile extravagancy of our Nation.) This I spoke into the open air: And though the Truth of it is as well and throughly known to me, as that I walk and talk, yea, although they thought so worthily of me here, as to send me their Ambassador to Naples, yet they imprisoned me. The grand affair of your Country is settled en su ser y puesto, (I doubt not but you understand Spanish;) or you had been sent to the Inquisition, and your body had made a Bonfire there: I am a Roman born, and know the manner of it; your Ashes should have been thrown into the River Tiber, to feed the Water-snakes. But your enemies here, were big with hopes, that the Dungeon would have murdered you. Your own Country Monks were your Hangmen; we know all here.  Arist. 
I considered them as being in the condition of Angels, that Sun-beamlike attend to the world, as helpers of others towards Heaven, and in themselves are separate from it, and united with Heaven as the beams with the Sun. I fancied, that as Stars which have the least Circuit, are nearest the Pole; so men who are least perplexed with business, are nearest to Heaven, because we cannot remove a thing from earth, but we must exalt it nearer to Heaven.  Lewis. 
You have been much entangled in the love of them: but as businesses commonly move now, it is a putrified course of life in many parts, and respects. A corrupted Monk is like the reflection of the great Angel-Image from a Steeple-top in Milan, which at one stroke, limbed itself on the Clouds in the Air, of themselves prepared for such an impression, and only amazed and amuzed the vulgar heads, who vainly took the vain reflection of an Image on the Clouds, for a most heavenly Saint or Angel. But when the Monks come down out of the Clouds, we know them better, because they are near to us: we never find abroad, men so passionate, so profane: besides that they are commonly drunken Beasts, and lazy lousy belly-gods; these their mysteries I inwardly know: in many Monasteries they study Magical and Demoniacal Arts; they learn the Art of compounding Philters, and thereby draw Nobles to love them above their own children; they compose poisons of all sorts; they destroyed Henry the seventh, Emperor, with a subtle and most sacrilegious poison in a Church, and your King John in a Monastery; the Monk is the Jesuits great Grandfather; the Monk's coin false money; they falsify stones of middle rank into Pearls, and Jewels; by the transmutation of Metals, they raise them into a kind of counterfeit silver.  Arist. 
This I knew done by Father Broughton, an English Monk, at Lambspring in Germany, amongst the Woods there, who, had he not been a Monk, had ended his life at Brussels on the Gallows for the like forgery.  Lewis. 
They leave the Friar many acres behind them, that was the casual author of Gunpowder: they make powders, the smell of which procures lust, and sets body and soul on fire: they mix the purest paint for women: their abundance of idle time incites them as to monstrous evils, so to marvellous curiosities. Trithemius, a famous Abbot, showed Maximilian the Emperor his wife, even long after her death, and Verrucam in collo ejus, the very Wart in her neck, by which the Emperor particularly knew her. I could recount a hundred of these: There was a kind of mortal punishment amongst the old Jews, badged with the title of Combustio anima, the burning of the soul, wherein they poured scalding Lead into the mouth of the condemned person, by the which his inwards were consumed, the shape and outward bark of his body, remaining still with due proportion. The body of the Monk is extant still, his soul is burnt forth: Trithemius satisfied royal curiosity, and I have complied with yours. I am a child of Rome both in birth and belief; but abuses are now grown into a wild Forest, and men are become as the wild Beasts. It hath oftentimes pleaded against me in my heart, Are there no true worshippers in all the world, but the three wickedest Nations of all the world? Time will open itself, that I may happily have place to give you the Story of Rome according to my knowledge, and the Chronicle of my own memory, from Urban the eighth, and the childhood of his Popedom, to Parturiunt montes, nascetur ridiculus mus; the Mountains bring forth, and the ridiculous Mouse is born. I will not now disease you further; your indisposition admonishes me. Exit Lewis.  Arist. 
Your servant, noble Don. The Novilships in the Monasteries, are but idle, inauspicacious, impertinent, and trifling merriments, put in comparison with what I have suffered; and yet they would have delivered me up for fuel to the most implacable revenge of the Inquisition. Graft a Rose-tree, then convey a grain of Musk into a cleft in the stock, and all the Roses that come of the stock, will carry Musk about them. I hope that all my after-actions will be steeped in this affliction. I must withdraw. Exit.   

Act. 4. Scen. 4.  Enter Sir John Wit-little, Madam Hypocrisy, Pretty, Lucifuga. Hyp. 
Sir John, You gave me amongst your commands, to provide for your use a small quantity of Love-powder; and here I present it to you in this little bag of silk.  Wit-l. 
Madam, You oblige me beyond world without end, but I must retaliate, and return you satisfaction. Madam, pray what cost it?  Hyp. 
It will be abundant satisfaction if you shall please to accept it, and that it will cost you if you have it.  Wit-l. 
Dear Madam, I would I were wiser and more knowing, that I might thank you more learnedly; but I will give your Boy something, and something to your Maid. And how must I use this Love-powder, Madam?  Hyp. 
Sir, You must apply the Bag a few minutes, to the Nose of the person whom you desire to fire with the love of you.  Wit-l. 
Very good: this I shall dexterously do.  Lucifug. 
That Powder hath no such power attending upon it; my Mistress trifles with him: but I have a perfume here, sufficiently operative, accordingly as it is presented. Noble Sir, Pray licence a poor servant from the Blacks, to present a poor something to you as an Emblem, Flag, Ensign, Obelisk, Pyramid, Trophy, of his most humble service; and vaslalage. You were pleased even now to give me gold; and I desire to be your grateful servant, and return your gold presently in a Present.  Wit-l. 
O brave black Boy! What hast thou there that thou wouldst sacrifice to me?  Lucifug. 
Only a pair of Gloves, Sir.  Wit-l. 
A fair pair indeed.  Lucifug. 
Their greatest fairness is, that they were presented with a grateful heart.  Wit-l. 
Where were these Gloves made, Boy?  Lucifug. 
In Italy, Sir John, and there perfumed in a Monastery.  Wit-l. 
I know not what a Monastery is, but I believe 'tis a sweet place, for the Gloves are wondrous sweet.  Lucifug. 
The more you acquaint them with your Nose, and smell of them, Sir John, if my Augury deceive me not, the sweeter you will find them.  Wit-l. 
Boy, I would fain put my powder upon experience, before I prove it on my Mistress.  Lucifug. 
You may, Sir, with expedition. Which of these, my Mistress of her Maid, do you desire should love you?  Wit-l. 
I know not which, they are both comely. I could love them both: let them both love me.  Lucifug. 
Why then it shall be so.  Wit-l. 
But how shall I apply the Bag to their Noses?  Lucifug. 
O Sir, I can lay them both to sleep in a moment.  Wit-l. 
That will be fine indeed. But how, prithee?  Lucifug. 
By murmuring a certain magical word in their ears. I shall effect all this presently. Madam, The fat Valleys are low and humble: I humbly desire leave to deliver an humble word to you in your ear.  Vaing. 
Do so, Boy.  Lucifug. 
And another to you, Mistress Pretty, preambled with a loving kiss.  Pret. 
Contented, so that you leave behind you, none of your Blackamoreship upon my lips.  Lucifug. 
Fear not; I'll not part from any of it.  Vaing. 
Sleep takes me by storm. She sits, and sleeps. Pretty yawns.  Pret. 
That's my first and last Peal to sleep. She fits, and sleeps.  Lucifug. 
Now Sir John, use your silken Bag.  Wit-l. 
Thou art a rare black Boy. My House here in London shall be prefaced with the Sign of the black Boy, for thy sake.  Lucifug. 
I shall be rarer presently, if I fail not in my Prognostics. Sir John, with your other hand ward the sent from your own Nose, by applying your Gloves to it.  Wit-l. 
Thy counsel's seasonable. I am tickled with the thought, how vehemently these two fair-ones, this pair of Beauties will love me.  Lucifug. 
Now remove your siege to the other. Sir John, they will love you most amorously; love you above themselves; above whatsoever is most dear to them, or the world calls precious Enough; now conceal your Bag. They both start, one after the other, as out of a dream, and wake.  
On with your Gloves Sir John, and avert the smell of the Powder.  Vaing. 
Sir John, you are nature's Masterpiece, the world's chief Jewel, and earth's prime Perfection; the Sun itself is not more radiant.  Wit-l. 
Egregious Powder; pure Italy.  Prett. 
Sir John, This Lady is my Mistress indeed; but you are the grand Duke and Master of my affections.  Wit'l. 
Poor Heart. I have powdered you both.  Vaing. 
Sir John, you are like the Herb called the Tartar-Lamb, that with secret pullings attracts the juice and virtue of, and seems, like our Lamb in the fields, to put a mouth to, and openly feed upon the Plants and Herbs on every side of it. You have attracted both our loves to yourself, and we fade and wither, as being so near you without enjoyment.  Prett. 
A certain learned Physician was of the mind, that the world would thrive better, if none but young, strong, and healthful persons should be parents, and procreate children. Sir John and I are healthful, strong, and young.  Wit-l. 
Distressed Girl.  Vaing. 
I hope and fear, and after the first lineaments of my fear, wipe all away and hope again, and in the strength and puissance of this last hope, I will go to him courageously. Pray Sir John, salute me.  Wit-l. 
Most willingly, sweet Lady.  Prett. 
His language is direct, and hath no enormous obliquity in it; it is of the finest silk, the softest feather. I presume he will answer me with like civility. Sir John, I am my mistress's Ape, and would fain imitate her: pray give me your blessing, I mean the blessing of your warm lips.  Wit-l. 
Sweet Maid, I bless thee. O Paragons, thou of Women, she of Maids! In my Fancy, I am now kingdomed, crowned, sceptered, throned, and footstooled. He starts.  
What means this? My Heart, and Head are both dart-wounded together.  Vaing. 
My love of Sir John, is not an earthy passion, it is rather a celestial flame kindled at the Planet Venus. Prett. Every thing grows vile when it is joined with a thing beneath itself, as silver combined with lead: but a thing is dignified and exalted, when united with a better thing, as lead commixed with silver. I should receive worth, lustre, and splendour, if joined with Sir John Wit-little; and I should be the Lady Wit-little.  Wit-l. 
Dregs of womenkind, I abhor you both: I abominate all your sex: the Toad is not so loathsome to me. Here is my Joy: most beauteous Boy, my only Joy, I love thee; love thee with weight, and without measure.  Vaing. 
Now you are fast, Ha ha he. Laugh Pretty, Ha ha he.  Prett. 
Ha ha he. My Mistress laughs so heartily, that I am her Echo.  Vaing. 
Had we brought him true love-powder, he would have played false with his Mistress, whom we destin and shall quickly make over to a Nunnery. Now he feels the virtue of Italian Gloves.  Wit-l. 
Who stuck those Lilies in thy face? What Artist so knowingly mingled the Lilies and Roses there? O my white Boy, my Angelical Boy, I have a triangular glass in my Fancy, and mine eyes act after it, and behold all rich colours in thy face. Thy face is like, and not like the Rainbow; in thy face, there is both Bow and Arrow; from thy face I am shot; I am on fire with such a conflagration of love towards thee, that I can scarcely contain myself from falling down before thee and adoring thee.  Lucifug. 
If you love me, follow me.  Wit-l. 
He must follow thee who cannot live without thee, or love any but thee? Exeunt those two.  Vaing. 
Now the work is upon the wheel, and runs on apace, It grows high, a short time will ripen it.  
She whispers to Pretty. Exit Pretty.  Enter Lord Liberal and Mrs Dorothy. L. Lib. 
Sir John Wit-little, where is he? Where is Sir John, Madam?  Vaing. 
He was here, my Lord, and here he walked and talked, and all-bepassioned himself in the uproar of his own thoughts, as pretending that your Noble Kinswoman did not look favourably upon him: on a sudden, he catched himself away, without any civil adieu, vowing at the threshold, that he would immediately travel beyond the bounds of this Island, and never turn his foot again towards this House, or Country.  L. Lib. 
Upon my Honour, I am sorry. This is your fault, Nice.  Dor. 
My Lord, It is my happiness that I am delivered from a Fool.  L Lib. 
But Nice, That Fool came of wise parents, and is a large-landed Fool; he is worth a thousand-wise-men of ordinary condition.  Dor. 
True worth, my Lord, is not measured by the false rule of Riches.  L. Lib. 
Cousin, Cousin, Where there are riches without measure, education will fashion a child begotten by a Fool, into a person of true worth.  Dor. 
The short and the long is, If I should have loved him in short for your sake, for my own sake I could not have loved him long.  Enter Pretty, smiling. Vaing. 
Why smile you, Maid?  Prett. 
There is a Changeling at the door, who begs with a basket hooked on his arm: He talks and behaves himself so strangely, that he would raise a spirit of laughter in a stone.  Dor. 
My Lord, pray let me see him. A little Recreation unbends, and eases me.  L. Lib. 
Let him be called hither.  Vaing. 
Maid, call him. Exit Pretty.  Madam Dorothy. 
This Changeling is your Ghostly Father: from a Jesuit he is new-alchymized into a Benedictine: such a Gradation being lawful, because the Benedictine is the more perfect. And your experience will plain it to you, that he is the far more perfect, I dare say to myself, Knave. He brings the Basket, therein to carry away part of your portion.  L. Lib. 
A Changeling cannot endanger my Cousin within the circle of my fears.  Enter Lucifer like a Changeling, and Pretty. Lucifer. 
O rich Cousins, rich Cousins, how do ye all here? how do you? Rich Cousins, give something to your poor Cousin; some bread and cheese, or eggs, or pie, or bacon, or what ye please, rich Cozen. Ha, ha, he. O, that's my Lord-Cozen: what an unmannerly fool am I? I should stand a great away off, I should not come near my Lord Cozen. Good day to you, Lord Cozen. My Lord Cousin is a jolly fine old man: Ha, ha, he.  L. Lib. 
Friend, come near, what hast thou in thy basket?  Lucifer. 
My basket is therefore shut, because you should not see what I have there, Lord Cousin: Ha, ha, he. But in earnest Lord Cousin, I have nothing there yet, I thank you.  L. Lib. 
Dost thou thank me, that thou hast nothing there?  Lucif. 
ay, Lord Cousin, I thank you for nothing, Ha, ha, he.  L. Lib. 
You shall thank me for something, anon.  Lucif. 
So I will when I have it, Lord Cousin, Ha, ha, he.  L. Lib. 
Nice, I commit the storing of his basket to you: let it be well filled.  Dor. 
I undertake it as a work of Charity.  Lucif. 
Thank you heartily, pretty Cousin: you are a very pretty Cousin: and I love a pretty Cousin heartily: Ha, ha, he. And Cousins all, if you be good Cousins, help me to a Wife amongst you. Lord Cousin, I want a Wife: Ha, ha, he.  L. Lib. 
Thou know'st not how to use a Wife.  Lucif. 
To use a Wife is a natural work, Lord Cousin: and a Natural knows it best. Ha, ha, he.  L. Lib. 
He says true. But why does he pull up his right leg hastily in that manner?  Vain-gl. 
My Lord, it is the custom of Changelings. I should think it were, because he belongs to other Parents, and his right foot intends a nimble motion towards them.  Lucif. 
Pretty Cousin, Is that your Mother?  Dor. 
No: She is a Gentleman's Wife in the City here.  Lucif. 
Gentleman's Wife, and my loving Cousin, how do you? Ha, ha, he.  Vaing. 
Well I thank you, fool.  Lucif. 
Cousin, Cousin; have you made a fool of me, that you call me so? Ha, ha, he.  Vaing. 
No, no: I am thy Friend. I shall help to the filling of thy Basket.  Lucif. 
I thank you, Cousin Fool.  Vaing. 
I perceive, we must not call him fool.  L. Lib. 
No. The veriest Fools think themselves the wisest.  Lucif. 
ay, I, Lord Cousin; that's the reason that so many rich and great men think themselves so wise. Lord Cousin, let me ask you a simple question without offence.  L. Lib. 
Speak freely.  Lucif. 
I will, Lord Cozen. My simple question is: whether it be possible to make a fool of a Lord? Ha, ha, he.  L. Lib. 
Why truly, a man may make a Lord of a Fool: But it is not ordinary to make a Fool of a Lord, except it be of such a Lord as was made a Lord of a Fool.  Lucif. 
Right, Lord Cousin, very right. My backpart itches, Lord Cousin: some good is coming towards me.  L. Lib. 
Thou art a Fool in grain, an unmannerly Fool. He comes a gooding. Nice, Take in the fool with you, and load his basket with good Provision; then send him packing. Madam, pray refresh yourself a little farther before you leave us.  Vaing. 
My Lord, you are noble.  Dor. 
Come, Cozen.  Lucif. 
ay, I, pretty Cozen. Pretty Cousin, I will follow you close. Mrs Dorothy, a word of advertisement: the next time, I come as a Chimny-sweeper; afterwards as a Tinker.  Dor. 
I understand you. And you shall only sweep my Chimney, mend and scour my Kettel. Exeunt.   

Act. 4. Scene 5.  Sr John Wit-little a sleep on a Couch: the Boy standing by. Enter F. Robert in his habit of a Monk, with writings. Rob. 
I am restored hither from Paris. And though the Jesuits, Jesuitically call me the Benedictines Carrier; because I convey Boys and Maids out of England to holy places, that is, Monasteries and Nunneries, yet in truth I am an honourable procurator for the Benedictines. I have put on my habit here, that I might appear the more venerable to this Knight, whose vast Estate we sit brooding upon, that we may bring it into the light ours. The Writings are here drawn, and he is answerable to us, by the procuration of this good Boy, both in Religion, and all our other Desires. We intent him for one of our Monasteries abroad: that he, like the Eagle hovering over the Emperor's Corpse, yielded up and exposed to the funeral Flames, may be elevated from the Earth towards Heaven, while his Estate perishes from him under him. It will suit more analogically, according to Logic with us, than with him. Our Vocation is more high, our lives are more holy, our Persons are sacred. Besides, we have reformed his Soul; for the which, his Estate, though great, is but a small payment: If he were able to exonerate both the Indies into our laps, he could not require us worthily. Our Abbey of Lambspring we subtly recovered from the Lutherans: we fooled a doting old Abbot with false Alarms out of England, till he invested us in our College at Douai: Our Parisian House we purchased by setting a Death's-Head, or the Head of a carrion Calf, upon a Man's Body: Our House at Dulewort we bought with a portion of a Ghost-led Maid, who now lives near us there, afflictedly upon our alms, and repents of her mistaken Charity. Our Priory at St Malloes' came feathered by a French Merchant, whom we piously inveigled to his undoing, and afterwards inserted, though aforreign Plant, into our holy Congregation. And if this fair Estate be added upon a particular and enclosed account, it will nobly support us in England: and we shall be congenerous and homogeneous (I never went beyond Logic) with ourselves. He wakes.  Lucifug. 
Sr John, you have well slept.  Wit-l. 
My Angel-faced Boy, I dreamed of thee; thou tak'st up all my Thoughts; thou beginnest, thou endest, and thou art my whole Business.  Lucifug. 
Reverend Father, pray show Sr John the Writings.  Rob. 
Here they are, Sr John.  Wit-l. 
ay, I, I, take all, and more than all. I'll set my Hand and Seal to the Writings.  Rob. 
Good Sr John grants all, while you syllogise: I speak not beyond Logic; when I had learned the Fallacies, I had learned enough.  Wit-l. 
My only bliss is to move after the steerige of my dear Boy.  Rob. 
Sr John, when you are dead, you will find your Lands again in another Country with advantage.  Wit-l. 
I doubt it not, Reverend Father; you speak Oracles, I sacrifice to you. Take all, reserved that I may not dis-anchor from the love of my snow and milky-faced Boy: His face is the milky way that leads to Jupiter's Throne.  Rob. 
Sr John, our most charitable, and our most noble Benefactor, by virtue of these writings, when they have their Pass from your hand and seal, your whole Estate is by you given and made over to a faithful friend of ours, that negotiates for us.  Wit-l. 
Even to whom you please.  Rob. 
Had I the least dram or grain of Conscience, this should not be done. The man is Civilitèr mortuus, as the Lawyer's tongue it, defunct and dead in Law: he is not himself. If one write a Will or Testament, and hold the Pen with a dead Man's hand, that Will will not hold in Law: It was not his Will; because it was not written by him, with Virtue derived from any principle of life in him. Some Law I have: No man can cheat ad unguem, quickly and neatly, without a little knowledge of Law. But peace barking Dog, Conscience, Peace; check me not. Quodibetical Brains have Consciences of all sorts and sizes, large, little, short-wasted. Then Sr John, you will ratify and confirm these Writings before witnesses.  Wit-l. 
Yes, if my dear Boy speak Angel-lik, and say I  Rob. 
And you will retire immediately to a Monastery.  Wit-l. 
I remit all to my fair Poys can, did Breast.  Rob. 
Then I have well preached: enough for this time. As the great Scarlet-traind Cardinal at Rome, the Son of a Fisherman, when he had gained possession of the Porphiry-Chair, removed the Net, which he had formerly set in view, as a Memorial of his low Parentages mottoing his action with these pithy words, The Fish is caught. Exeunt.   

Act. 4. Scene 6.  Enter Aristotle Junior with a long Beard and poor in Apparel. Arist. 
Delicious London, once more I salute thee. Thy buildings are now glorionsly beautiful, if my eyes may sentence for thee. Here dwells Simplicity, here Justice is enthroned. O People of England, learn your own Happiness, your earthly Happiness drops and distils from your own hands. Be obedient, and conform to the good and easy Laws here; and you comprise more than the Happiness of all the other Fortunate Lands; Arabia the Happy is not so happy, and fragrant as your Country. Knew ye the slavish condition of France, the beggary of Spain, the buggery of Italy, Spain, and France, the general wickedness of all the world, ye would quietly sit down, every one at his own Door, and calmly say, Heaven be blessed that I was born in little England. Here all Persons are free, breathe freely, eat comfortably, use freely and fully their own. Where is it so besides here? Now ye are in joint again, stand Atlas-firm, bear up your little Heaven of quiet here: or as ye are now the most happy, ye will be otherwise the most despicable and most unhappy of all Nations. The natural desire a man has of self-preservation, like adverse Wind and Tide, lately cast me back into France, and the English Monks there, the sordid idle Monks, more than impaled me in the Bastille, because I threatened to impound them here, as detaining from me a fair Sum of my own moneys most due to me. And to guild, to varnish, to burnish this their unhewed, ragged, and ragged Action, they plied my story with lies of Defence, lies of Offence, lies with heads, but not with feet, lies with feet, but not with heads; lies with neither head nor foot; lies whispered, and loud lies. Oye Scholars of our most renowned Universities, set bounds to your feet, and limits to your Thoughts: I was my Father's eldest Son, and Heir to a comfortable Estate of Houses and Lands; and I threw all behind me, to be cheated, most religiously cheated by secular Priests, Jesuits, Monks, Friars; but amongst all these godly Cheaters, the Monk is the Grandee, the Pontifex maximus, the first and Universal Bishop. Two years he held me now fast in Prison, in a loathed Prison: and after the Business was made public here by my private Letters, cleared me of the Prison, but unwillingly, but conditionally that I should be confined there all my life: I consented in the lip: Afterwards pleading that my Body was greatly disordered in respect of health, desired a few days wherein to physic it (I meant with a better Air;) and in that little Tract of Time wherein it was supposed I took Physic, hasted privately to Diep, a Port-Town in France, where I found sixteen English Monks attending the Passage-Boat: they prevented my Passage with them, and posted away Letters to Paris, soliciting that I should be stopped; but the Hugonots of Diep past me over the night following. In all their Houses in those transmarine parts, there are none left but boys and old Men; hither they are all come. The greatest Crocodile was at first harboured in an Egg, which is Paulò majus anserino, a little bigger than a Goose-egg. And yet, the Crocodile is a Devourer of Men: and when, being horrour-struck, these cannot weep for themselves, mockingly weeps over them; grows huge, and on to the last period of life; and is different, not a little from the Goose, in shape, substance, colour, manners; though they favour one another in the Egg. No sensual Creature spreads to so vast a bigness, from so small beginnings, as this Egg-Crocodile. In two years I had not the benefit of a fresh Shirt. I had preserved some rich Goods from the ravenous Officers who took me: And John Baptista Palliot, the Precedent of Noury in France, my fellow-prisoner, who desired and undertook to secure them for me at his own house, secured them there indeed, but from me, and for himself, he, being in account a person of Honour, and I indeed a wrongfully and poor imprisoned stranger. Another French Prisoner wearied me oftentimes, with desiring me that he might use my body Sodomitically. The Frenchmen say: Omnis Jesuita aut Magus aut Sodomita, Every Jesuit is a Magician or a Sodomite: This I know not; the other, experience brought home to me. Upon composed and most deliberate thoughts, I set up this resolution like a Colossus: I will yield up my life on a Gallows here, before I will set my foot again where proud Rome does Mistress it: because her Vassals are more than heathenishly cruel, more unclean than Turk's and Indians. London, I joyfully kiss thy ground, which others kick and tread upon: allow me a Grave here: Thy air seems to me perfumed: and I am now, as it were, born again.  

Distressed Body, Rack of the Bastille,  
Now beware the Monks and Jesuits that kill. Exit.    
Finis Actûs quarti.   

Act 5.  

Scene 1.  Mrs. Dorothy at the Window. Dor. 
THe good man, and my blessed Father, now a Benedictine, has been twice more with me, first Chimney-sweeper, then Tinker-like; he has performed his part to the last and least point of Action; and all the money is gone with him, by a most cleanly conveyance. In my thinking, since he went Benedictine, he has publicly more of of Saint in his face, and reaches farther and is more active privately. This is the Now of Time, wherein he promised to come, and divert our household here, that they being held by the eyes, and amused in their Fancies, I might make my escape, and steer towards a Nunnery.  Enter Lucifer, leading an Ape. 
There he comes. Blessed Man, he keeps close to his Time.  Lucifer. 
The Silkworm, They make signs. She departs. and the Spider, both work; and both, out of their own bowels and substance. So far they work together. Now they differ in their working. One of them only works substantially. The Spider works for his own private end and gain, (great gain to gain a little Fly;) The Silkworm for others. The Spider works a poor, thin, weak, black, idle Web; the Silkworm a rich, fair, Silken Substance. The conclusion falls thus, The Spider's work is swept, and swept; swept down, and swept away; the work of the Silkworm is a Courtier, and acceptable to Princes. I deal in Thousands; I work for the Religious Brethren in our Abbey of Lambspring, and in our Monasteries of Douai, Paris, Dulewart, St. Malloes': These will feed fat, and pray for me when I am lean and rotten.  Enter L. Liberal, with a staff in his hand, and a Page after him. L. Lib. 
A walk to the Royal Exchange and home again, will beget me a good appetite to my supper. Now Friend, what's your business here?  Lucifer. 
My very good Lord, no great business: But, if it please you, my Lord: that is: if it be not offensive to your Lordship: that is: if your good Lordship thinks it convenient: that is: if your Honour deem honourably of it: that is.  L. Lib. 
Speak, friend, leave shaking of thy head, and speak.  Lucifer. 
That is.  L. Lib. 
Away with that That is, do not retard your business.  Lucifer. 
I would make your Honour's Servants a little Pastime, my Lord: ay, and my bonny Beast here. An old Ape has an old eye, my Lord.  L. Lib. 
Well, well, if this be all, we shall agree. The Times are now quiet again, I thank Heaven: and my House is a house of singular freedom, and of Entertainment as free as Noble. But what can you and your Ape do?  Lucifer. 
Do? Rather, what can we not do, my Lord? We can Dance, Caper, Curvet, show Tricks of all sorts, fashions, conditions; drink whole Bowls, play at Cards, Dice, Tables; fight at backsword, single-Rapier, at Sword and Dagger, quarterstaff; (my Ape's an expert Fencer, my Lord;) run a Tilt; sing Prick't-Song; show you a Maid (and that's a wonder, my Lord,) and show you a Maid that goes for a Maid, and is not a Maid, (and my Lord, that's no wonder at all:) If your Lordship has a Thief or a Drunkard amongst your Servants, my Ape will bring him forth. An old Ape has an old eye, my Lord.  L. Lib. 
A nimble-pated Fellow. Go in, Friend: Tell my Servants I gave you leave to enter my house. I intended a walk: but if I hear my Servants are pleased with your Pastime, I'll come and be your Spectator myself.  Lucifer. 
My Lord, your more than thrice humble servants, I and my Ape. An old Ape has an old eye, my lord Exit Lucifer.  L. Lib. 
Go thy way: thou dost outwit the Ape, I warrant thee. O my poor Nice, if she were reduced, I should be mertier, more debonnaire, and more delighted with such sights than I am. Men have learned the way of changing bitter Almond-trees into sweet ones: which is: they pierce them near to the root, and let forth the bitter juice: so these bitter-hearted Romanists should let their perverse and sour inclinations forth, at the root of their Hearts; and become of bitter, better. The Priests, whose actions are as dirty as their thoughts are foul, have wrought this irrecoverable mischief in my house. The Physicians, that they may draw the vapours from the head of the Patient, apply Pigeons to the soles of his feet: If these seven-hilled Saints would walk innocently, and with Pigeons at their feet; they would not be troubled with such gross and idle fumes in their Brains as they are. They do not consider, that the Life of man is a very Bubble: A Bubble puts on the form of an Hemisphere: And shadowing half the world, as being an Hemisphere; it accordingly consists of two Elements; It is Air within, which is invisible for its Rarity; and without, a thinne-shaped Skin of Water: and there is all the Bubble. The Air deciphers our soul; and the watery skin, our body: the skin presently breaks: the Air as presently breaks loose; and there is a present end of the Bubble. A shouting and laughing within of men and women.  
There's my invitation. I would not let desire lose to range through the world, like a wilde-Ass in the Arabian Desert; but honest recreations are the Didacticks of humane providence. Exit L. Liberal.  Page. 
The servants are all met to view the Sport which the Ape and his Master make; and I must be their Ape, imitate them, and add to the number.  Enter Mrs. Dorothy. Dor. 
This idle Page obstructs my way.  Page, 
Mrs. Dorothy, with your fair leave, you know that all the Servants are charged to acquaint my Lord, if you stir out of the house, as now you have, or beyond the Garden.  Dor. 
Pretty Boy hold thy peace, thou wert always my friend, there's a piece for thee. Delay the search after me, till I have passed this street and the next.  Page, 
Madam, I shall not be wanting to your design. Exit Mrs. Dor.  
She's gone. I must keep silence now, or go too. A loud laughing within.  My Lord Liberal at the Door. L. Lib. 
Page, where are you?  Page, 
Here, my Lord.  L. Lib. 
Call my Nice down: tell her, here's very pretty sport. He disappears.  Page, 
I go, my Lord, I move as quick as lightning. I have read in an English Author of a melancholy-she that thought she could break to pieces, the whole world with the motion of one short finger; and crush it into a Miscellany with the clintching of her little hand. Mrs. Dorothy thinks now, that she has the great world in her little maiden hands, to dispose of as she list. Liberty is sweet, especially after a long and tedious time of restraint. The Bird out of the Cage, is like the Bird that saw the Sea, turned and made a long flight the clean contrary way: she wings it in the Air, at length, weary, perches upon a Bough, and sings for joy, she is not bounded. Alaughing within, yet louder.  Lord Within, 
Page, why Page, Page I say.  Page, 
My Lord.  Lord, 
Where's my Nice? why comes she not?  Page, 
She is not in her Chamber, my Lord. I am going to the Garden: she's there, my Lord, I think.  Lord, 
Make haste, Page.  Page, 
All the hast I make, shall not overtake Mrs. Dorothy. And hast thou given me a twenty shilling piece, sweet Virgin? I'll keep it for thy sake: and it shall conserve the Idea of thee in my thoughts. She must be now out of reach, or in some nearness to it. Laughing and shouting within.  Lord within. 
Page.  Page, 
Let him call again, 'twill open his pipes.  Lord, 
Page you Rogue.  Page, 
I will not answer to the name of Rogue: let him call once more.  Lord, 
Page, my Nice.  Page, 
My Lord, I cannot see her in the Garden. The Privy door is shut. But I shut it.  Enter Lord Liberal. L. Lib. 
How? is she not in her Chamber? nor to be seen in the Garden? She never stayed so long in the little House there, Servants, search all the house. Go page, kick forth that rascal-fellow with the Ape O my Nice, my Nice. A noise within of searching. Exit Page.  
Servants, search every corner, every Ratand Mousehole.  Enter Lucifer, and the Page kicking him. Lucifer, 
Good Mr. Page, kick not so hard.  Page. 
Not just so hard, but harder if I can. Out, you ditch and dunghill rascal; foh; I have kicked him till he stinks again.  L. Lib. 
Let me give him one kick. He is a Rogue by Act of Parliament: foh: He or his Ape stinks, or both.  Luoifer. 
Good my Lord, spare me. Why then did your Lordship admit a Rogue into your house.  L. Lib. 
Take another kick for that, you professed Rogue.  Page, 
I must bid you farewell with a parting kick. Exit Lucifer.  From within three several ways. 
From within, She is not in this Chamber. Here she is not. I cannot find her this way.  L. Lib. 
Poise her Trunks, and answer presently what weight they bear.  Within, 
That's done already, my Lord: there's nothing in them.  L. Lib. 
I am undone: my Nice is lost, she is lost. Had she the invisible Ring? or did she send her money away by night through the Air, as Witches ride? I'll search all the house myself, and add the evidence of my own senses. O this cursed Ape-Carrier; he has embroiled us all; he was at least the occasion of her escape, if she be gone. Exeunt.   

Act 5. Scene 2.  Enter Madam Hypocrisy, Mrs. Dorothy, Pretty. Hyp. 
Mrs. Dorothy, I speak your welcome to this house, I dare say, with a matchless affection. Here you may dilate your heart. Such dangers as you fear, cannot reach hither. And you will find no rigid Uncle here.  Dor. 
Madam, I equally rejoice in my own liberty and your love. But whereas I had so much of the Scholar given to me in my breeding, that I understand above the plain of learning, and therefore have long ago done with legitimating heresy, or crutching it up, or skinning it over with hypocrisy; whereas I cannot converse with Blackamore-souled Atheists, or with Dwarf-devotioned Hypocrites: cannot attend to Pulpit-Cymbalists, (let them stand for me in a perpetual Pancrasie, in the Solstice of their Honour;) nor to the Tub-Prophets, living under the Meridian of bitter-sweet, under the Equinoctial of good and evil; nor disquiet the Crasis of my Soul with the new-fangled Presbyter and his painted Pageantry, and manifold Antics: Whereas I cannot embalm him, nor pity and condole with his surviving Amorosos and Fantastics: it rests in the Repository, that I give life to my zealous Determinations, and repair to a Nunnery, to the which the beauty of that state lures me.  Hyp. 
Mrs. Dorothy, The Angels sit on your lips, and speak from your mouth, or the Nightingale sings there. Bring your thoughts forth, while they are warm. The image of a Prince is then impressed upon the Gold, when it is melting soft. I see, that you are excellently skilled in the sacred Optics; and have a seeing soul, that hever knows night. A Looking-Glass set against the Sun, not only receives the Beams of the Sun, but also the Image of it.  Dor. 
Madam, the Ostrich leaves her Eggs on the Libyan-shore, to be hatched by the Sun, but I must concur to my own happiness. Besides, In the Nunnery I shall be wholly disenchanted from these fears, and from communication with those heady people, who precipitate themselves into more changes than the Beast and Herb-Chameleons in the Naturalist, or Proteus in the Fiction; yea, become as the soul of man in the opinion of some great Pretenders to learning; which is, say they, round and globous in the head, long in the arms, broad in the breast; and as the light is indeed, round in the Sun, in the fire Pyramidal. Now they have no reason to object change against me, because they have so often changed from themselves.  Hyp. 
Mistress, There are in view as many subjects of change, as there are creatures under the Moon: Because earthly and inferior bodies are by the Laws of nature, subjected to the bodies that are superior and heavenly: which being in continual Motion and Revolution, and continually changing in their Positions and Aspects; and moreover, darting as they move with and in their spheres, new influences upon the Sublunaries, make new impresses upon them accordingly. But your change was effected from above the Moon, and was Heavenly in the highest degree.  Dor. 
Madam, I perceive that our breeding hath encircled us in a like proportion of knowledge. The soul itself is changed from without by the presentation of external and occasional Objects; and from within by the Passions, and is driven every way by them, as the Waves by the Winds; indeed, primordially and principally by love, the Amazon-Queen of the Passions; afterwards by her Bridemaids, Desire and Hope; yea, by Anger Love's-Champion. And then the changes are good or evil, as the objects are evil or good, concerning which these Passions are excited; and as the carriage of the Passions in their tendencies, is ordinate, (managed by a prudent and pious Ordination) or disordinate: The Sea breaking its bounds, is boundless in mischief. To wade nearer our affair: The best change of the soul, answerable to man as a reasonable creature, and within the Dominions of nature; is, when the moral virtues in it, are directed and guided by Prudence, and every Action tutoured by some virtue, because the Passions are obedient to reason. Nature is higher perfected by degrees: but of that I will speak in the Nunnery.  Hyp. 
You give plentiful testimony, that you understand the business before you, and that you are well rooted and grounded in it.  Enter Lucifer in a gentile Habit. Lucifer. 
O my most sugar and honychild, my spirit leaps in my body like the Lambs in a good Pasture, to find thee here. Thy Gold is all safe: The entire sum, my pretty Duckling, amounts to five thousand pounds. But I have a request to thee, Fair one; a most humble request, imcomperable beauty. (It is a Rule we have, and we act by it, good words put us to no charge: hence we get all we can, but we part from nothing.) What sayst thou, fairest of Maids, Saint upon earth, canst thou grant me a reasonable request?  Dor. 
Reverend Father, I shall grant it, if it fall within my Verge: I am ready to give it passage by my ears to my willing soul.  Lucifer. 
Why this it is then, devout Mrs. Dorothy, (that name most proportions your condition, (you go now to undergo a poor life; and it is essential to your future state, that you vow poverty: The Nuns seldom receive with a Novice above five hundred Pounds, (it is a great sum for them) you have five thousand: Divine Mrs. Dorothy, give us the rest: and we will found a new Monastery; you shall be set up before the Gate as the Foundress of it, I mean your Image; and the Monks there shall continually pray for zealous Mrs. Dorothy, now, hereafter, and to the world's end.  Dor. 
Reverend Father, your Request is, as you languaged it, reasonable: it is granted.  Lucifer. 
O heavenly creature, I adore thy Devotion. O that we were all, or the best of us, so devout as thou art. Thou mak'st the tears go ambling down my ctheeks: tears of Comfort. I am comforted, that thou hast one foot in Heaven already. I am Mathematically certain, as the Schools speak, that the tother will follow; I am more than morally certain, and almost certain by physical certitude; and I cannot but leap for joy, for joy that the t'other foot will certainly follow. To Heaven, to Heaven, 'tis even so, a Maid to Heaven does easily go, for joy what I say I scarcely know. I forget. Mistress of my heart, give way to my expression, I have given order to Father Robert to go to your Uncle in the disguise of a Seaman; and to say that he saw you take Shipping at Gravesend, and Sail under the Conduct of a good Wind for France: Otherwise, Sweetheart, pardon my boldness, he will lay wait for you at the Port-Towns: when he shall believe, and is satisfied, that you are gone, and the search is blown over, you shall away indeed with safety.  Dor. 
This invention is steeped in Prudence. Reverend Father, I am a great admirer of your wisdom.  Lucifer. 
In fine: We must now be merry. It is reckoned amongst our customs, that when we send any to Monasteries, Nunneries, or the like, they take their last leaves of the world with extraordinary jollity; and so must you: we'll be jovially merry before we part. Madam, where's your little Cousin? (the Girl that I begot of thy body, when I kept my Rule, and looked not beyond my own length, or the length of my Grave;) let us begin our Carnival with a Song.  Hyp. 
Pretty, Call my Cozen. Exit Pretty.  Lucifer. 
They may honestly be merry, who afterwards presently renounce all mirth. He who says, that fraud cannot be pious, nor piety fraudulent, is an Ass, a short eared Ass, and was never bottomed in School Divinity.  Enter a young Maid, and Pretty. 
My little Cousin, pleasure us now with a Song, and you bind us over to kiss your hands. (She sings.) As much to the purpose as you can.  

Farewell  
Vain pleasures, and short lasting joys farewell,  
The sacred Bell  
Calls to repair unto the holy Place.  
The Peace  
Of quiet Conscience gives a full release  
From Care. Then cease  
To love the Things, have nothing but a face.  
Hear how  
The blessed Angels sing, and us invite  
To their desire.  
The Birds are here, yea, very near,  
And call us to the Choir▪  
For if  
We are estranged from these earthly Things,  
Our Hearts will rise,  
Our Hands  
Will also move and raise our Love  
Above the starry Skies.  
All Things are fading here, even as the Flower,  
In one short hour.  
And glide away: but Heaven doth not so.  
There look:  
There read as in a golden-lettered Book,  
How you mistock,  
And did misconstrue all the Things below  
You know.  
Then better mind your lessen here on earth,  
That you may see,  
How vain they are, who only care  
For this mortality.  
And now  
Examines all your Actions from your Birth,  
With joy, with grief:  
It is a Heart, that feels some smart,  
Which farther seeks, relief.  
Hence Cares.  
Go search into the Secrets of Affairs:  
No man more shares  
Of Heaven and Things above the Firmament,  
Than those  
Who do themselves within themselves enclose,  
As the chaste Rose:  
Blushing outright even when no ill is meant,  
Or said;  
Feuring to be beheld in open Air:  
And therefore shut  
Abroad all sin; themselves within,  
As Kernel in the Nut.  
And thus,  
Such souls and Heaven aspiring people are,  
An●e●'r will be,  
Like Pearls in Shells: in Churches Bels.  
Be heard, not seen, or see.   Lucifer. 
Directly to the purpose.  
Mistress Dorothy, England's Helen for beauty: my Cousin levels at your favour.  Dor. 
She has her aim. She sings like a little Nun.  Lucifer. 
Three or four days we consecreate to mirth.  Dor. 
Our Prologue to it has been sweet.  Lucifer. 
To singing, dancing, feasting.  Vaing. 
Betwixt fasting and feasting, there is but the difference of one poor letter; we may readily slip out of one into the other.  Lucifer. 
Come dear Friends, follow me merrily, merrily. He leaps and laughs. Exeunt.   

Act. 5. Scen. 3.  Enter L. Liberal. L. Lib. 
My Cousin is uncaged, and I fear flown beyond catch, beyond recovery. Had she been within my Walls, and but as big as a newborn child, or a child's Baby, I had found her; but she cannot here be found, who is not here. What shall I do? No, that will be to Inn at the Labour in vain: Something I have brought forth; under what Star I know not: I will send to all the Port-Towns that are near, chance may be so gracious to me, that I may take her in one of them at the rebound, at the second run. If I catch her, I shall cage her companions.  Enter Page. Page. 
My Lord, A poor Seaman at the door, is very earnest to speak with your Lordship. He talks of business, and that of no small importance; and he says, he must not, as being a poor man, send his business by an Interpreter.  L. Lib. 
A Seaman? and with important business? send him to me.  Exit Page. 
Most certainly, my Cousin cannot reach the Sea so soon: she is not winged at her feet like Mercury. He may be a poor man, that has had great losses at Sea, and comes a begging; if so, he will be a fit Subject of charity, and liberality: indeed the winds have chid and bellowed loud o'late.  Enter F. Robert, like a Seaman. 
Seaman, What wind blew you hither?  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship, an angry wind, may it please your Lordship; a roaring and raging wind, may it please your Lordship, may it please your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
I thought so, I did imagine it was a begging business: it pleases not me, that you were molested with an angry wind, endamaged by a roaring and raging wind. But what's your present condition?  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship, I did belong, may it please your Lordship, to a Vessel called the Virgin, may it please your Lordship, may it please your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
The Virgin? 'Twas not the Virgin Martyr, her name was not Dorothy, was it?  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship, no, not so, may it please your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
O, on with your Story. The fellow's distracted with his losses, or very sick of the Simples.  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship, In this weak Vessel called the Virgin, may it please your Lordship, we made notwithstanding a Voyage to the West-Indies, may it please your Lordship, may it please your Lordship; and after some length of time, may it please your Lordship, we returned in due time, may it please your Lordship, rich-laden, may it please your Lordship. We were bound, may it please your Lordship, I say, may it please your Lordship, we were bound in our return for London, may it please your Lordship, and at the River's mouth, may it please your Lordship, our weak Vessel known by the name of Virgin, may it please your Lordship, by reason of that angry, roaring, and raging wind, may it please your Lordship, I cannot tell it without weeping, may it please your Lordship, foundered like a tired Mare, like old Hobson's Mare, may it please your Lordship, and we all that were in the Vessel named the Virgin, were cast away and lost, may it please your Lordship, may it please your Lordship. I myself was quite cast away with the rest, may it please your Lordship, as far as I can remember, may it please your Lordship, but here I am again, I think, may it please your Lordship, or, I am sure, my Ghost, may it 〈◊〉 your Lordship, to beg your be 〈…〉, may it please your Lordship, may it please your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
But how cam'st thou to shore?  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship, I know not whether I am at shore yet or no, may it please your Lordship, but if I am at shore, may it please your Lordship, I came to shore, like Bacchus astride upon a Hogshead, may it please your Lordship, may it please your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
Were none saved but thee?  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship, again I say as I said before, I do not as yet well know whether I am saved or no, may it please your Lordship, may it please your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
Alas poor simple fellow, the fright his dazzled his understanding. There are twenty shillings for thee, to recruit and refresh thee after thy sorrows and losses.  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship, I thank your Lordship, may it please your Lordship, may it please your Lordship, may it please your Lordship, may it please—  L. Lib. 
No more of that, may it please your Lordship.  Rob. 
Pardon me, my Lord, my purpose was to say it twenty times over, because your Lordship gave me twenty shillings, and I desire to be hired so, may it please or not please your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
Seaman, you have your alms.  Rob. 
May it, or may it not please your Lordship, if you are pleased, I am pleased, pleased I am not if you are not pleased, may it please or not please your Lordship, twenty-score thanks for your twenty shillings, may it please or not please your most liberal Lordship. He returns.  
I had forgot half my Arrant, may it please your Lordship. I lost my memory when I was cast away, may it please your Lordship. We having lost one Virgin at the River's mouth, may it please your Lordship, I found another at the tail of the salt water, may it please your Lordship. Now I come to Mistress Dorothy, may—  L. Lib. 
My Cousin Dorothy, what of her?  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
No, no, she does not please my Lordship. Once more I tell you, lop that off.  Rob. 
Then I shall speak no more of her, may it please your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
Again? yes, yes, on with Mistress Dorothy.  Rob. 
Why then, may it please your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
Yet again?  Rob. 
My Lord, in good earnest, my Lord, I am but a simple Idiot: I cannot tell you the Story, except you suffer me to tell it after my manner: I must go in my beaten road, steer my own course, my Lord.  L. Lib. 
Tell it then after thy manner.  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship, Mrs Dorothy took shipping at Gravesend, yesterday morning at five of the Clock, may it please your Lordship. The Seamen, my Brethren that belonged to the vessel, presently weighed Anchor; the wind was fair for her, as fair as she, may it please your Lordship; and so it has held; and by this time she must needs be in Holland, or in France, may it please your Lordship, may it please your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
But how camest thou to know she was my Nice Dorothy, and to be directed hither?  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship, I begged of her, as I now do of your Lordship, and told her I was going beyond London a great way to my Friends in the Country, may it please your Lordship; and presently she put her white hand into her pocket, and pulled forth two half crowns, and gave them to me, may it please your Lordship, and made me promise her, that I would bring hither her Duty to your Lordship, and this news with it, may it please your Lordship, may it please your Lordship. Moreover, she gave me a Token for your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
A Token? thou gav'st me no Token: where's the Token?  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship: a Token, by the which your Lordship should know, that it was she, concerning a strange man and an Ape, but that I have almost forgot, because the best part of my memory was cast away when I was drowned, may it please your Worship, Lordship I should have said. Now you have both ends of my Story, there is all, if it like your Lordship, if it like your Lordship.  L. Lib. 
None of it likes me. By all signs and tokens this must be she. Then all farther enquiry will be vain, and run upon a false Bias. Seaman, here, I give thee a Crown more for thy fidelity.  Rob. 
May it please your Lordship, I came with Fidelity, and I shall depart with Fidelity, and perhaps that will deserve a Crown more, may it please your Lordship, and it like your Lordship. My Lord frowns. I must be gone. Exit Seaman.  L. Lib. 
My Cousin's last from me, found by a Sect:  
I'll live hereafter my own Recollect.  Fxit. L. Lib  

Act. 5. Scen. 4.  Enter Aristotle Junior well-appareled. Arist. 
I have seen a Sight here, perhaps not unusual, yet strange to me: a Mountebank in this blind and uncouth part of the Suburbs, upon a common Stall. I took him for a Ballad-singer, till I came near him: but finding him afterwards to be a Mountebank, I waited upon the sequel. He had his paints, his white and red for women; his powders of all colours; his perfumes, mixed and simple; his salves for all fores and griefs; he could abate the Drunkard's redness, and fire in his face, and raise a pale colour to beauty, from within: he could awake Appetite, set a man to sleep, bias nature as he pleased: He could furnish a man or woman with new teeth, new eyes, new ears, new noses, new arms, new legs: I expected when he would have said, new Heads, new Hearts. If my Ears scout it rightly for my Soul, I heard him say, that he could restore a lost Maidenhead. He spoke contemptibly of drinking poisons: that, said he, the common Rabble and Rubbish of Mountebanks, the vile Offal of Quacksalvers can do. He suppled us with a Story of one Barthochabas an Author of Sedition amongst the old Jews, who so medicined his mouth, and managed a device in it, that he seemed to vomit fire; and he profesed upon the Reputation of a Gentleman, that he had the Receipt: He put on with another Example of a man at Milan an Italian City, who washed his face and hands with scalding lead, as carelessly and as confidently, as a man washeth his hands and face with ordinary water; having first washed them with an extraordinary, new-found, and hardening water of his own: And of this water he protested as he was an Artist, he had a great Quantity. We had from him a whole fardel of such stuff. To all People that bought of his Trash to the value of twelvepence, he gave a printed Bill, designing the Place where he lies, and the manifold motions and out-walkings of his skill. I stood in the crowd while he stayed upon the Stall; and when he came down and leyeled himself with the People, I observed that speaking with several Persons, he did insinuate these or the like words; All men have a natural care of their Bodies, but who regards his own Soul? If a simple Ass falls in the streets, many wise men run to lift the simple Ass up; but if a Man's Heart or Soul lies wallowing in the dirt, such a Soul or Heart is not regarded; pray, come to my lodging: these words had their mysterious aim. Now this metaphysical Doctor, this all-able Mountebank with all his packs, and his knacks, is the Benedictine-Jesuite, whom I have used, and by whom I have been manifoldly abused. As I take it, he takes this way. The Bastille has changed me, and I believe he knows me not. I'll toss a word or two with him as he passes.  Enter Lucifer like a Mountebank. Lucif. 
Our Army is vanished, our Conventicles are quelled and suppressed: and we must be doing, be Soul-catching: By idleness the dead Sea has been long found dangerous. The Intelligencies always move the Heavens: the Winds the Air and Sea: Fire is never out of Action. Besides, Vespasian the Emperor was wise; Dole is odor lucri ex re quâlibet: Thus always something comes in; and something has some savour. The Spaniards wittily, and with a Sarcasm call the Jesuits, Los teatinos, y los Padres Teatinos, the Teatines, and the Teatine Fathers; from this Account: A Spanish Painter being scandal-struck by the Covetousness of the Jesuits, drew a Picture after this manner: He hung in the uppermost Part of his Table, a vast Purse of Money: He set round about it, in the lower parts; one of every sort of Mendicant Friars; who looked upwards willingly, yea devoutly upon it, but durst not touch it, as being forbidden by the Rules of their several Orders: He painted a Jesuit in some distance, armed with a Bow and Arrows, and looking over (and indeed overreaching) the poor Mendicants: For, he held up his Bow, and had let his Arrow fly, which had struck the Mark (the Purse) and now stuck in it; he still keeping a fierce and eager eye upon the Mark: And the Painter had learnedly derived these Latin words from his mouth, hanging, as if the cold Air had frozen them into a Record, To attingo, o Purse, I reach thee, I hit thee, I have thee: whence the Spaniards, being edified by the devotion of the Painter, and the holiness of the Picture, presently called the Jesuits, Los Teatinos, the Spanish word coming up as nearly as it may, to the Latin, from which the Spanish Language hath deviated: But the Painter had excellently completed his Piece, had he pictured our modern English Monk catching away the Purse, for which all the others gaped, and which the Jesuit thought he had heartstruck.  Arist. 
Sir, I am a most humble Petitioner to you.  Lucif. 
Where's your Petition?  Arist. 
My mouth presents it, Sir.  Lucif. 
My ears are open to receive it.  Arist. 
That I may have leave to love you, and be your Scholar. I have been your Hearer, and you have transformed me into a great Lover and Honourer of you.  Lucif. 
What are your wants?  Arist. 
I am wanting both in Soul and Body, Sir.  Lucif. 
I can supply the wants of both: both I cure.  Arist. 
Divine Mountebank!  Lucif. 
Come to my Chamber.  Arist. 
Pray, favour me with leave to wait upon you thither.  Lucif. 
Most willingly. Exeunt.   

Act. 5. Scene 5.  Enter F. Robert, a Woman, a Boy. Rob. 
Ye are both apt Scholars. But you, Boy, must learn to open your mouth wider, when the fit's upon you.  Boy. 
I open it as wide as I can, good Father.  Rob. 
Take this Apple, and extend your mouth to the wideness of the Apple: 'Tis of a fit bigness. And you, Woman, when you act the possessed person, do not stare enough: your eyes must always be rounded into a larger Circle, but then especially. And if any be immodest towards you, you must not take notice of it, at such a time, but rather show willingness, because the Devil, under whose power you are then conceived to groan and lie graveled, is delighted with wantonness.  Wo. 
Reverend Father, you have taught me obedience, and I shall practise it.  Rob. 
Boy, I am very much pleased with your vomiting of nails, crooked pins, needles, hair, pebble stones, and the like: Your conveyance is nimble. Both of you must be careful, that ye do not go aside into any strangeness of Action, except a Priest, or at least some devout Person of our Religion offer himself. The Devil is not roused up with the presence of Heretics. In the company of such, and none but such, you should demean yourselves quietly and cheerfully.  Enter Lucifer and Aristotle Junior. Lucif. 
I understand your condition. You are an Heretic: you shall know better within a Cubit of Time. This is my dwelling; and that my loving Brother. Father Robert, this Gentleman is an Heretic, and a Scholar, but a kind of Seeker.  Rob. 
Woman, Boy, the Stranger is an Heretic: while we are here, you know your parts.  Arist. 
This is Father Robert: but I thank the Bastille (against my will) he knows me not. What strange and unreasonable carriage have this Woman and Boy.  Lucif. 
Alas, miserable and unhappy Creatures, they are possessed.  Arist. 
How possessed?  Rob. 
Possessed with Devils.  Lucif. 
Sir, you seem in the shell, in the face or forehead, to be well affected towards us, or at least less ill-affected, and less indisposed to Goodness. I confess to you, as to a Friend, prompted by the Bird of good Omen within me, that I and my Brother there, have been eatechized at Rome, and that we are Benedictine Priests. Sir, our Order is the most ancient, and most holy of all others: the Devil is troubled that we are stationed so near him: If you were here alone, the Devil would lie down, leave barking, and be quiet as a Lamb, because you are yet abstracted from the lines of Communication with us.  Arist. 
I am as much Priest as they; for Priesthood cannot be lost, but they are ignorant of it, because they have lost my face out of their remembrance. In good time, Sir. But under favour, I have read in your Authors, that the occasion other Orders rose, was, because the Monks were defective in that part, which the new rising Order most professed: as that the Dominicans rose, because the Monks were Kitchin-bound, and their mouths were stopped, they became dumb and muzzled in public; good men, they dealt out their time in eating, hunting both Hare and Fox, and purging their reins according to lease: The Franciscans came, because the Monks were proud; and the Bernardines for the same reason, because the Monks were fat and stately: the Jesuits came shoving in at last, because the Monks had long desisted from the teaching of Children, and thereby engaging rich Parents, and from the recovering of Nations, and thereby obliging the most rich Parent of all at Rome: and so in others. Whom did, or do the Jesuits and they love, but in order to their own ends, and for gain-sake? Who have been more scandalous in all the wander of wickedness, than the Monks with their poatched Eyes in their Meditations? The worst of Geneva-Jesuites might better and more justly be canonised after the Age is passed wherein he lived, than the best of Monks in these parts. And I have read in a learned Monk, that as Rivers after long running run slender and muddy, so the best things gather dust, and contract corruption in length of Time. Your Pontifices maximi, grand Fathers at Rome, have commonly most excellent Resolutions and Actions at their first entrance into their Irish-wooden Chair; but they soon Reed-like hold down their Heads: The Italians jest it notably, though profanely. If you censure me, that I whip the Monks too hard, blame me, scourge me; but then, you must blame and scourge with me holy Writers in all Ages, the learned Angel of Hippo, divine Salvianus, our English Gildas, and a thousand worthy Rabbis more. Had they seen our days:—  Lucif. 
They are Scandals you stumble at.  Rob. 
You must abjure those, if you enter our list.  Lucif. 
Father Robert, let us leave him: that the Miracle of the Woman and Boy may further convince him.  Rob. 
Sir, you may repose yourself, if you please, a while here. A little remnant of business in the house, summons us. Our stay shall be short.  Arist. 
I shall patiently wait your leisure. How now? Exeunt Luc. and Rob. A clear case, The Devil dreads not me. A sudden change indeed: This Miracle is but of the lower Classis. Woman and Boy, away with this Hocus and Pocus his Kinsman, let them praestò be gone, this thread bare kind of Juggling; (I have been used to this Pass and Repass-Part of Bartholomew Fair:) Let me tell you in a single Word, if you do not both confess to me your double-dealing, I'll instantly fetch a Constable, and ye shall be soundly whipped in Bridewell till ye do confess, and perhaps Justice will not stop or pause there. I'll do't immediately.  Wo. 
O good Sir, come back. I am a poor Widow, and have nothing wherewith to keep life and soul together.  Boy. 
And I am a very poor Boy. Sir, I was a Beggar-Boy, and begged from door to door.  Arist. 
I am satisfied. Not a word of what has happened, as you love your own safeties. Exit. Arist.  Wo. 
Boy, we must not say a word of this to the Fathers: if we do, we shall be turned forth a begging.  Enter Lucifer and Father Robert. Lucif. 
Is the Gentleman gone?  Wo. 
Yes, reverend Father: but thunderstruck with the Miracle: He will, he says, wait upon you an other time.  Lucif. 
So, so: come, supper attends us. Exeunt.   

Act 5. Scene 6.  Enter Agrippa. Agrip. 
They within depend upon me to begin this last Scene with a Dance fashionable to our Matter: and they will not be denied. The Dancers commence their entrance.  Enter a Monk. 
This is the Monk that Poisoned Henry the seventh Emperor, in a Church, being devoutly on his knees: In what manner he poisoned him, it is profane to name, and therefore was most impious and most execrable to do. Andrea's Lampugnanus, a Courtier of Milan, nearly followed him, in Time, with respect unto the Place, and in the substance of Practice; but the Devil could not have screwed a Wickedness higher than the Monk did. Rottenness follow both their memories.  Enter an other Monk. 
This is the Monk that Poisoned John King of England in a Monastery, and that he might accomplish his mischievous work without suspicion, first poisoned himself, drinking a health to the King in a poisoned Cup. Let his Name be thought as poisonous as his Poison.  Enter Clement. 
This is Clement the Jacobin Friar, that murdered Henry the third, King of France, by searching into his body with a sanctified Knife; to whose Pralse Sice Cinque, the great Caliph at Rome, a kind of almighty Favourer and Patron of the Jesuits, dedicated a panegyrical Oration; May he and his Patron be never remembered, but under the notion that the Devil was Patron to both.  Enter Barrier. 
This is Barrier, that attempted the murder of Henry the fourth, the late famous King of France, with a poisoned Altar-Dagger, a Poisoned Dagger consecrated on the Altar. May he and his Dagger be odious to the whole Mass of Mankind.  Enter Raviliack. 
This is Raviliack, Barrier's Executor; animated thereunto by Varad a Jesuit: Let him and his Counsel our be so loathed and abhorred by all men, that afterwards the very Toad may seem amiable to us.  Enter Vaux. 
This with his dark Lantern is Guido Vaux. His horrid attempt and compliance with Garnet and Oldcorn Jesuits, and others is not forgotten; though the Age now declining, the Friends of that Faction report it a mere Fable: In the Age following, they will infallibly declare it a Fable ex Gathedrâ. Father Tompson, our Scholars Ghostly Father at Rome, boasted that he was an Actor in the Powder-Treason, and that he then digged many times under our Parliament-House till every thread of his shirt was wet. All those horrid Plotters were afterwards chronicled for Martyrs, in the English martyrology printed Anno Dom. 1608, and Garnets' Picture exposed to sale, was adorned with Rays about the Head, signifying his Glory and Saintship. May all good People lay the memories of these Saints beneath them, when they go to the little House in the Garden.  Enter Tony. 
This is Tony, a young extract of Romish blood, that wounded our Poet in the face with a Knife of the Dagger-Fashion, intending to kill him. Let him pass as the simple Tony, and Fool of the Company. If any one hath incurred that wicked Name of Rebel, let him behold here with horror, whom he hath imitated: The Monks have imitated the Devil, the first and grand Rebel; the Jesuits have imitated the Monks, and the Devil; and Rebels imitate the Jesuits, the Monks, & the Devil. They dance. Exeunt.  Enter F. Robert with Books. Rob. 
Sir, will you buy a Book, a Godly Book?  Agr. 
What Books have you?  Rob. 
Books of Devotion, Sir: you may take your choice of English or Latin.  Agr. 
Are you a Booksellour?  Rob. 
Yes, Sir, a poor one: but my Books are not sold publicly.  Agr. 
Your Books, I see, belong to the t'other side of the great Pond.  Rob. 
They do, Sir: therefore they bear the higher price here.  Enter Madam Hypocrisy and Pretty. 
Madam, will your Ladyship be pleased to buy a Book?  Enter Aristotle Junior. 
Sir, I have good Books to sell.  Arist. 
Are you there again. He sells his Books as a Peddling sort of men sell base Tobacco; in the streets, but without public notice.  Enter Lucifer. Lucif. 
One short word with you, Sir: You remember the most heavy charge you laid upon me.  Agr. 
I do.  Lucif. 
I have done what lies on my part. If there were an Ocean of Time, I could meet it with a Sea of Matter: But all things have their assigned limits: and by the foot of Hercules, Pythagoras his Scholar may proportion the whole Body. I have carried you up to the highest Orb of my Policies: which is: to disguise the most innocent and most simple Persons into the most busie-witted and most pragmatical: and thereby, to turn virtue in her native white, and her unmingled colour, forth into contempt: So that all true Piety comes into the gripe of Scorn; and all Truth within the censure of Suspicion: only Politic Knaves thrive, and poor Honesty is neglected and rejected. Now Sir, having done my work I expect my wages.  Agr. 
What wages?  Lucif. 
Yourself.  Agr. 
I renounce you.  Lucif. 
I shall not easily renounce my Right in you. Look you, Sir. I can appear like myself at my pleasure.  Hypr. 
Heaven shield us: Is our most reverend Father turned Devil? Father Robert help us. Lend me a godly Book.  Prett. 
And me another. O good lack, I have been at confession with the devil many a time. I fear he will not keep counsel.  Arist. 
This is strange in a high and mighty measure. Yet Mistress. Few there are of your reverend Fathers, that would not shrink into Devils, if they should appear in their own likeness.  Rob. 
I am amazed. What! Is my reverend Brother a Devil? Thou foul fin: wouldst thou be so limit-less, as to take our holy Habit upon thee? how durst thou presume to touch it?  Agr. 
Sir, he claims me too; because I commanded him by the Power of natural Magic: and for this he would spoil our Comedy.  Lucif. 
I have rather conserved your Comedy: who should otherwise have introduced the Monks poisoning their Adversaries, and the Jesuits lessoning their Scholars at the sight of Pictures, and the stabbing of Images, to stab and kill.  Rob. 
Let me see, where is my Flagellum Daemonum? Thou hellish Dog, Depart, or I will amand, ablegate, and send thee to some vast and horrid Desert, where in all thy Apparitions thou shalt fright nothing but contemptible Flies, ignoble Serpents, and the like. Thou hast long been wandering, and here thou art out of thy proper Place, and I arrest thee. Thou goest: I have it here. Ego te, Bestiam infernalem—.  Lucifer. 
The Magician is but one. I may gain thousands by relinquishing him, and plying the credulous world with a belief that I fear such bug bears. O, O. He shakes.  Rob. 
Once I have said, and I say the second time, Ego te Bestiam infernalem—.  Lucif. 
O, no more of that, good Sir: I'll leave the Magician behind me, and go quietly away, if you please to lose me.  Hyp. 
Well done, Reverend Father: your Books are formidable: the Devil fears you, and them.  Arist. 
I fear not this Monkish Devil. Sir, what shall I give you for your Flagellum Daemonum? It will be helpful to me in scourging the Monks: I doubt not but I shall find more Devils amongst them.  Lucif. 
How say you, good Sir, shall I depart quietly?  Rob. 
Quietly, and quickly.  Lucif. 
Wife, shall I not kiss before I go?  Hyp. 
I abhor thee. I confess I had a child by thee thou cursed Incubus, but I was never married to thee. The name of Husband and Wife with us, were but words, I abbor thee.  Prett. 
As my Mistress abhors thee, so do I abhor thee. Whatsoever I confessed to thee, I'll confess again to a lawful Priest.  Enter Lucifuga, running as a Devil. Hyp. 
And I.  Lucifug. 
My Lord, O my Lord Lucifen: Order you had, or you could not have conserved your Government: now All's out of all Order. The Monks and Jesuits in your long absence have set all Hell on fire: they differed at first amongst themselves, and now they have stirred up, and set all Hell against you. Your very Seraglio of Vestals are wrought and brought into the Combustion.  Lucifer. 
O, Now am I sick indeed, and beyond Legerdemain. You are the sinister cause of all this, Agrippa.  Rob. 
Touch him not. Ego te, Bestiam infernalem—.  Lucifer. 
I swell into the Mountain Olympus. O, how I swell! I shall burst asunder: And there's a dreadful tempest in my stomach. How, and where shall I empty myself? I know not where to bestow my troubled stomach, and my seditious belly. O good Females help me. O some kind body, point me to a secret place. O.  Vaing. 
Help the Devil? Not I  Lucifer. 
Your helping hand Lucifuga.  Exeunt Lucifer, and Lucifuga. From within. 
O Juno Lucina fer opem. Noise of straining.  Agr. 
Sir: I admonish you in private, to guard your Person: the Monks and Jesuits cannot observe a distance; they will endanger your life by themselves or their Abettors.  Arist. 
I am in your opinion: but if they kill me, they will immortalize the settled opinion the world hath of them; and I shall appear before him who knows that in all the story, I have kept the path of substantial Truth; and always like Timanthes the Painter, covered more than I showed. I may have misplaced and miscentered an Action, but in the substance I have been quadrate with Truth. Beyond this, These Renegadoes expose our Nation, being also their own, ridiculous in their Colledg-Comedies beyond the Seas: why should not we then, within our own Sphere and Region, pay them with the Law of Talion, especially after such most abusive, and most injurious Transactions?  Agrip. 
I side with you.  Arist. 
And now, if Archimedes were alive, be would sooner undertake to number the sands of the Sea, than to sum up the lies that will Epilogize to the Epilogue of this Comedy.  Enter Lucifuga. Lucifug. 
My Lord's well amended. He has both vomited and gone to the stool. He spewed a proud Jesuit: and was brought to bed backwards of a drunken Monk. Here he comes in the midst of them.  Enter Lucifer, a little Jesuit with his Arms a kembole, and a little Monk reeling. Vaing. 
The Jesuire is as like him as if he spat him out of his mouth.  Agr. 
The Monk is a Reverend Monk of a little one.  Arist. 
A Sir Reverence Monk, you should have said.  Rob. 
I have suffered thee too long. Depart: Ego te—  Lucifug. 
Lord, and Prince: your presence in Hell will soon allay this Insurrection.  Rob. 
Be gone. Ego te Bestiam—  Lucifer. 
I go.  

Jesuits and Monks: within I take an oath,  
I'll lay you low, and be revenged of both.   Exeunt Lucifer, and Lucifuga, with the two Boys. Arist. 
Farewell, Agrippa: I'll weave out the little parcel of my life, in the good old Garden-house of Devotion. Exit Arist.  Hyp. 
I and my Maid will setup School again: we shall never want Scholars. But Pretty, we must have a special care to keep the Devil out of our Quarters.  Prett. 
Madam, every man that offers himself at the Door, shall there bare his feet: we'll see if he be cloven-sooted or no. Exeunt Hyp. and Pretty.  Agrip. 
I'll join my forces with Father Robert, my zealous Defender against the Devil. Sir, I shall buy Books of you.  Rob. 
And I shall further instruct you.  Exeunt.    

The Epilogue.  Enter Galen Junior with his Urinal. He holds it up. Enter a Drawer liastily. Draw. 
Urinal, stand by: the Mark's out of your Mouth.  
Gentlemen: Did ye call? The author's near,  
And Drinks your Healths. His Epilogue is here.  
Welcome Men here's, and if our long be soamy,  
Th' Italian Tongue welcomes you tuttie quanti.  
He humbly throws himself beneath your feet;  
Believe it, pray, although you do not see't.  
Accept his first poor Industry: and know it.  
Your kind Acceptance may create a Poet.  
A Jesuit he regards as Garnet's Straw,  
A Monk as Sergius, who proud Mahomet's Law  
Did first invent: He was a Monk, and yet  
To th' Alcron he shared his hot-cold Wit,  
What such do mouth, our Author will not mind:  
He fears least Beaux Espirits be unkind.  
Obedience is a virtue, low in show,  
The worth of which we cannot see, but know.  
Good Men good Subjects were, the Field is ample:  
The Monk or Jesuite's no good example.  
Now Peace and Plenty sing a Requiem to us,  
Nothing but Disobedience can undo us.  
May then all honest Hearts or say or sing,  
Vivat Rex, Viva le Roy, God save the King.  
All's paid, and ye are most kindly welcome, Gentlemen. Exeunt.  
FINIS.