A DIALOGUE between the D. of C. and the D. of P. at their meeting in PARIS, With the Ghost of Jane shore.  C. 
ARt thou returned my sister Concubine,  
For all those subtle Cunning Arts of thine.  
With which thou didst subdue our Monarch's heart  
And wouldst not let me with thee share a part.  
Tho my great beauty did that heart subdue,  
Long ere it could so meanly stoop to you?  P. 
I am returned to see my native France,  
The place where first I saw the world by Chance.  
Tho mean by Birth, yet Fortune this can do,  
Help by the charms of Wit and Beauty too,  
Me thinks my Port and my illustrious Train,  
Should rather move your envy than Disdain,  C. 
My envy! no thy meanness I despise.  
Thou art a Beggar still though in disguise.  
The noble Ladies of the  Court,  
Will mock at your fine gaudy Train and Port,  
Thy Convers and thy Company they'll scorn,  
Since thou of Genteel Blood was't never born.  P. 
The King's Example Duchess you will find,  
Shall make the Ladies of this Court more kind,  
For many services for him I done,  
Which he I'm sure with Kindness now will own.  
I served him with my person and my Wit,  
But how, to tell you Madam, 'tis not fit.  C. 
If you have aught for this great Monarch done,  
He'll make you then some Abbless or a Nun.  
For I do find 'tis not the guise of France  
Their Whores to noble Titles to advance  
But Usually the Royal Miss is sent,  
To some Religious Cloystor to repent.  P. 
It is not yet that time of Day with me,  
Nor am I fallen to so low degree;  
More joyful days I yet do hope to see.  
Tho I have here of English Guinies store,  
I thither will return, and get me more.  
England will me a plenteous Harvest Yield,  
Here to buy Lands and Palaces to Build.  C. 
Methinks you talk at an immodest rate,  
Thou French She-Horse-leech of the English state  
Rome used to draw its richest Treasures thence  
The English Gold was changed to Peter's pence:  
But now that Rome can draw from thence no more  
It is En●ansed by a  〈◊〉?  P. 
If I'm immodest me thinks you are Vain,  
This Idly of my riches to Complain:  
England did once to you an Harvest Yield,  
Alas! I but the glean of the field.  
Gold fell into your Lap with a spring tide,  
But you have spent it on your Lust and Pride;  
Your time is passed the Lust has made you old,  
And to be served you now must give your gold.  
Or fumble with some weak old Clergy man  
To get a spill your royet to maintain.  C. 
O Madam you must needs be very chaste  
If as they say the prior you embraced  
I Laugh to hear of Chastity from you  
As if a Whore was e'er to one man true.  
I own my nature it is brave and high,  
With Messalina I myself could Vie.  
Let a dull Husband lie with her that's chaste  
I by a Prince am fit to be embraced.  P. 
Brag not, your decayed beauty is grown stolen,  
And all your Arts no longer can prevail.  
I yet retain my glorious Conquering Charms.  
Whilst you are banished from a Monarch's Arms  
Alas your Beauty now is in the wain  
No Art Can e'er renew that Face again,  
Madam the shining glories are all set  
Which makes you thus at the successor fret.  C. 
Dull tool, my eyes yet sparkle and are good,  
I feel a vigorous May yet in my blood,  
I'm sound and free from any foul disease,  
Can warm a Lover and know how to please.  
Whilst thou Corrupted scents the very room  
In spite of Essences and strange perfume.  
I can't but wonder by what Magic Art  
Thou e'er couldst Conquer a great Monarch's heart,  
That babies Face of thine? and those black eyes,  
Me thinks should ne'er an Hero's Love surprise.  
None that are had eyes e'er saw in that French face  
O'er much of Beauty form or Comly grace.  P. 
You are my Rival and may me despise  
But Lovers see not with your envious eyes.  
If you in beauty have the greatest share,  
And if that mine cannot with yours Compare  
My wit exceeds and yours have proved but ill,  
Since you're Cast off and I am Courted still.  C. 
When I did reign I like a Queen did show,  
I sat above and saw Crowned heads below,  
Of Jewels and of Gold I had such store,  
I knew not how to seek or wish for more.  
To me the Idols of the Court all bowed,  
I was adored by the numerous Crowd.  
Till thou wert seen who with some Magic spell,  
Some charm or philter that was made in Hell;  
Didst my great Hero's heart then steal away,  
And took by hell bred Arts my Beauty's Prey.  
This be my comfort I did first subdue,  
They were my Leave that were shared to you.  P. 
It shows my Wit and Beauty had most power,  
When I subdued your mighty Conqueror,  
And that I broke into your Beauty's Charms,  
And ravished your Hero from your Arms.  
I ruled as well as you and my French pate,  
Have dived into the great intrigues of State  
In Balls and Masques you revealed out your nights,  
But Madam I did relish state delights,  
My politics and Arts were deeper Bred,  
Than ever came into your shallow Head,  
Vain Pride and pleasure were the things you sought,  
Whilst that four Kingdoms did employ my thought.  
State's men did know that you were but a fool,  
But they from me took Measures how to Rule.  C. 
And yet I see you are turned off at last,  
And all your cunning policies Misplaced.  P. 
You are deceived, and I shall make you mourn,  
When you shall see me Madam back return  
Mind you your pleasure's game your time away,  
My business will not let me log ere stay.  
To our great Monarch I have much to say.  C. 
If back to England thou shouldst e'er return,  
May thou become the common People's scorn.  
May against thee the London Prentice rise,  
And may they pull out thy bewitching eyes.  
Against that time I will go learn to Curse,  
That Pox or Plague I'll wish thee something worse.  
What spector's this!  P. 
O heavens what have we here!  
My Joints do tremble and my soul doth fear.  
The Ghost of Jane shore to them  Ghost. 
Perhaps you know me not, yet take a view,  
See what I am, I was once such as you  
I was a whore a Royal Mistress too.  
I was a woman of Egregious fame  
And like you two I gloried in my shame  
Edward my Lord was, and Jane shore my name.  
I lived in splendour and enjoyed delights,  
Feasted all day and in Love's luscious rights,  
Between a Monarch's Arms wore out the Nights.  
But when at last my happy Monarch died,  
I lost my Riches Pleasures and my Pride,  
And all that ere was sweet or good beside.  
Alas, remember what of me became,  
My honour stained and black was all my fame,  
Scorn of the People to myself a shane.  
A wretch I grew wished I were never born,  
Poor and Contemned and every Rascals scorn,  
Unpitied died most wretched and forlorn.  
But happy had I been had this been all,  
Or if that I had had no farther fall,  
But Hell on my misdeeds aloud did call.  
Tormented in the flames of Hell below,  
No ease from Torment pain and endless woe  
For pleasures past my scorched soul doth know.  
Short were my pleasures while I lived here,  
And those were also mixed with grief and fear  
But pain Eternals in the lower sphere.  
You two great Women great in lust and sin  
Repent, repent, and to reform begin,  
For your reward you Hell at last will win:  
Rivals look on me and Contend no more,  
What you are now I once was long before,  
Yet I am damned altho' a Royal Whore.   

LONDON Printed for J. Smith.