THE EMPRESS OF MOROCCO. A Farce.  
ACTED By His MAJESTY'S Servants.  
LONDON, Printed for Simon Neal, at the Sign of the three Pigeons in Bedford-street in Covent-Garden. 1674.   

PROLOGUE.  
AS when some dogrel-monger raises  
Up Muse, to flatter Doxies praises,  
He talks of Gems and Paradises,  
Perfumes and Arabian Spices:  
Making up Fantastic Posies  
Of Eyelids, Foreheads, Cheeks and Noses,  
Calling them Lilies, Pinks and Roses.  
Teeth Orient Pearl, and Coral Lips are,  
Neck'sAlabaster and Marble Hips are;  
Prating of Diamonds, Sapphires, Rubies,  
What a Pudder's with these Boobies?  
Dim Eyes are Stars, and Red hairs Guinnies:  
And thus described by these Ninnies,  
As they sit scribbling on Ale-Benches,  
Are homely dowdy Country Wenches.  
So when this Plot quite purged of Ale is,  
In naked truth but a plain Tale is;  
And in such dress we mean to show it,  
In spite of our damned Fustian Poet,  
Who has disguised it with dull Hist'ri's,  
Worse than his Brethren e'er did Mistress,  

THE SCENE OPENS. Morena the Applewoman Empress of Morocco discovered sleeping.  Thunder and Lightning. 
The Ghost of Labas the Corn-cutter ascends and does not sing (lest it should be thought that the rare Fancy, was stolen from that singing Ghost of Pompey) but speaks.  

FRom Tuttle Fields full speed I came  
To tell you all you're much to blame,  
Great P— y's injured Ghost I am.   

Sister Morocco pine no more,  
Behold the man they loved before,  
Though slighted now like common Whore.   

When to Elysium they shall come  
Where all submit to Poet's doom,  
we'll be revenged on all and some.   

Hector's shall take their Oaths away,  
Poets their Wit they steal from Play,  
Wenches their Claps— then what are they?   

When thus the swelling thing's brought low,  
How will poor naked Critic show;  
Think Ladies, for you best do know.   

As dull and cold you'll find his zeal,  
As heart of Mob that home does steal,  
Forced to leave clothes in pawn for Ale.   

Then hungry jilt that rails at Play,  
'Cause Cully will not bite to day,  
And's eager grown for want of prey,   

Shall still in sight have jolly Robin,  
But all her tricks shan't make him bob in.  
When passion's up, t' allay the flame o''t,  
we'll tickle her to death with straw moat.   

But I must go—   

When Pullen swell and rustle so,  
And Critic Cock prepares to Crow,  
All Ghosts but his unwelcome grow.   The Ghost descends. Morena the Applewoman wakes and speaks. 

Is not my P—y here? then sure he's gone,  
How long his speech was and how soon'twas done!     

ACTORS NAMES.  

Men.  Mulai Labas a Corn-cutter, Emperor of Morocco. 
Mr. Coysh.  Mulai Hamet a Dray-man, and General of the Emperor's Armies. 
Mr. Kew.  Crimalhaz a Strong-water-man, and Gallant to Queen-Mother. 
Mr. Watson.  Hamet Alhaz a Country Vicar, and Friend to Crimalhaz the Strong-water-man. 
Mr. Powel.  Abdrahaman a Chimney-sweeper, and Rival to Mulai Hamet the Dray-man. 
Mr. Bird.  Abdelcador a Porter and Ambassador from Taffalet to Mulai Hamet the Dray-man. 
Mr. Carlton.  Messenger, a Coffee-man. 
Mr. Kempton.  Eunuch, a Tapster. 
Mr. Venner.    

ACTORS NAMES.  

Women.  Laula an Hostess, Queen-Mother. 
Mr. Griffin.  Mariam a Scinder Wench, Daughter of the Empress, and Mrs. of Prince Mulai Hamet the Dray-man. 
Mr. Goodman.  Morena an Applewoman, young Empress and Daughter of Taffalet. 
Mr. Harris.  Bum-bailyes, Morris-dancers, Tapsters, Gypsies, Tinkers, and other Attendants. 
   

THE EMPRESS OF MOROCCO. A Farce.  

SCENE OPENS and discovers the Court at HOT-COCKLES.  Mulai Labas the Corn-cutter being taken, and about to lay down his Head in Morena the Apple-womans' Lap. Mulai La. 
OH Morena I am took napping  
And must lay my head thy blue Lap in,  
And my poor fist upon my Rump lay  
That every one of these there thump may.  Morena. 
Is my Lap then such ill abiding  
That you should need make all this chiding?  Enter Hamet Alhaz the Country Vicar, and speaks to Mulai Labas the Corn-cutter. Ham. Al. 
Great Sir, your Hector Hamet's coming  
From Carmen and stout Butchers thrumming  
At the Bear-garden, he is crossing  
From Bankside on billows tossing:  
River bright does change complexion  
With his tattered Flags reflection:  
Boat does move as man does pull her,  
In greater State you ne'er saw Sculler:  
Drum does rattle and Boys do bellow  
Hamet up, for a pretty Fellow.  
He all the way Tobacco puffing,  
And in the smoke your praises huffing;  
As School Boys use with little trouble  
From Walnut-shell to blow up bubble;  
Or as Nurse pleases Child in Cradle  
With the dim smoke of an old Ladle.  Mulai Lab. 
This matter that you are relating  
Does not merit half this prating.  Lays his Head down again in Morena 's Lap. Q. Moth. 
Come about the business roundly  
And be sure you strike him soundly.  As Crimalhaz the Strong-water-man strikes with his Slipper, Mulai Hamet the Dray-man Enters. Morena. 
Who was that?  He rises up and looks about him. Mulai Lab. 
It was some Brangler  
That struck with Slipper, like a Wrangler:  
By jove if I knew who's the author  
I in his porridg would pour Water.  Ham. Albaz. 
Labas though you be in such dudgeon  
Yet you must swallow me this Gudgeon.  
These are new Shoes, as I was saying  
I came just now from Cudgel playing  
Where from all the mad rout I won them,  
So you may take them there, and done them.  Throws the Shoes. Q. Moth. 
Think'st thou with Shoes to beg thy pardon,  
Those Shoes with which thou layd'st so hard on?  Ham. Alhaz. 
— Who I?  Q. Moth. 
— I thou.  Ham. Alhaz. 
— O errand Liar!  Q. Moth. 
Stand all away, let me come nigher  
That I may scratch his copper Nose off.  Ham. Alhaz. 
Peace Beldame, or I'll shake your Shoes off.  Mulai Lab. 
Good Mother peace, you make a squabble  
In very truth abominable,  
And with your bawling put the Youth out,  
So I shall never find the truth out.  Ham. Alhaz. 
Sir I came in but very newly,  
Old Mother Bunch does not say truly.  Mulai Lab. 
Peace sawse-box, know it is Queen Mother.  Ham. Alhaz. 
'Twas Crimalhaz made all this pother.  Crimalhaz. 
It was not I, no in good sooth Sir.  Morena. 
He tells you not one word of truth Sir;  
When Bum was turned up I did watch it;  
And I do say, 'twas Crimalhatchet.  Q. Moth. 
But you may spare him tho' Morena  
You know well enough what I mean a.  Morena. 
Fie, Fie, Fustilugs, be not yellow  
For he is but a dungy Fellow.  Q. Moth. 
Marry come up, my dirty Cousin,  
He may have such as you by th' Dozen,  
And therefore make not such a bustle  
For you are but an errand pussle.  Moren. 
Mother Shipton beened so testy,  
You may perhaps find me as resty;  
My Labas struck by Mulai Hamet!  
You may all be ashamed to name it.  Q. Moth. 
Eunuch tell truth, for you stood by it;  
Since they so shamefully deny it.  Eunuch. 
Tut all this scolding is but Nonsense,  
'Twas Crimalhaz upon my conscience.  Q. Moth. 
Out from my sight thou base misshapen  
Ugly Dastard, Craven, Capon.  Abdra. 
How Crimalhaz! upon my credit  
'Twas Mulai Hamet there that did it.  Crimalhaz. 
Now, I will haste me to our Village  
And there look after Sheep and Tillage. (aside)  Crimalhaz the Strong-water-man steals off. Mulai Lab. 
Is Crimalhaz so good at sneaking  
To steal away thus without speaking?  Turns to Mulai Hamet the Dray-man. 
Hamet since thou hast caused this brabble  
Converse hereafter with the rabble:  
From Court and City I thee banish  
Presto be gone, why dost not vanish?  Mulai Ham. 
In troth Sir I am very sorry  
So soon to quit your territory;  
Tho' in it I must make no figure,  
With all my heart I wish it bigger.  Mulai Lab. 
— How bigger!  Mulai Ham. 
— Yes indeed and longer.  Mulai Lab. 
I find my Choler waxing stronger.  Mariam. 
Labas were you ten times my Brother,  
My love I can no longer smother:  
Your anger now grows too unruly,  
For my part I'll go with my Muly.  Mulai Lab. 
Mariam I don't think it proper  
That you so soon should turn Hedg-hopper;  
But since you are in such a taking,  
As you do brew you may be baking.  Exeunt Mulai Ham. and Mariam. Q. Moth. 
Oh Son you have now quite undone us  
If Crimalhaz does thus outrun us,  
For we the Parson must be feasting  
And with him there will be no jesting,  
He'll be so cross, who can abide him  
If we a Sheehead don't provide him?  
He's such an errand Muttonmonger:  
Wherefore let us stay here no longer,  
But after Crimalhaz be creeping:  
Who has got all the Sheep in's keeping:  
And when we are all there together,  
Be sure with him you make fair weather.  Mulai Lab. 
But Laula you who are his doxy  
Had best bespeak him by your proxy;  
For he'll be vapouring and bragging  
If I go after him a begging.  Q. Moth. 
No Labas, there you are mistaken,  
We shall have Coleworts, Beans and Bacon,  
Fat Mutton boiled and Chestnuts roasted,  
Parched Pease, Potatoes, and Cheese toasted:  
And fully to end all the quarrel,  
Of humming Ale a lustily barrel.  Mulai Lab. 
If this be more than merely Cogging,  
Let's talk no more but straight be jogging.  Q. Moth. 
'tis very true, you need not doubt it.  Mulai Lab. 
Then Come away, let's go about it.  Exeunt omnes.  

Scene the second.  Enter Hamet Alhaz the Country Vicar. Ham. Alhaz. 
SWeet Gentiles all, I am that Parson  
They lay the fault of all this Farce on,  
And thus most basely do belie me  
Having no Friend here to stand by me,  
Saying this Journey they were put on  
Only to feast my Chops with Mutton.  
Although the scandal on our Coat lies,  
Who ever says it in his throat lies;  
As though I'd keep a Jewish pascal.  
But I may thank Hamet that Rascal,  
For he, and that same Jackadandy  
Emperor, came here for Ale and Brandy;  
Laula, Morena, and t' other Gipsy  
Came hither only to be tipsy:  
And when spent Crimalhaz his store is  
They will come out, and dance the Moris:  
And I myself the Hobby-horse am;  
Thus treated I without remorse am.  Enter a Messenger, viz. the Coffee-man. Messen. 
Hamet they have drunk all the fuddle  
And straight will come here on a huddle.  Ham. Alhaz. 
Then till they come I'll tell a story,  
The strangest too, e'er came before ye.  
To day as I the wheat-Field stood in  
The sky was altered on a sudden,  
And looked as thick as hasty pudding:  
For lo, behold the Airy Region  
Had water in't to drown a Legion  
Of Flies, had they been buzzing in it,  
If you will credit one has seen it:  
Then presently our goodly Sun shine,  
Was grown almost as dusk as Moon shine:  
And which did more increase our wonder,  
It did both lighten, rain, and thunder;  
And wet to th' skin poor I, and Hamet,  
But now it is too late to blame it:  
Quoth I, let's find some place to sleep in,  
This is no weather to keep Sheep in.  
See what it is to be no Scholar,  
This made the Woodcock grow in choler,  
And at the gods to huff and spatter,  
Swearing they were all drunk with water;  
When I that stood but just behind him,  
Besought their worships not to mind him:  
Parson quoth he l'me not so silly, changes his place and voice.  
Though you do strut in Piccadilly  
And are a greater cheat than—  
e'er to be frighted with your canting.  
More than you are at all my ranting:  
Then he began to stare and goggle  
Like skittish Jade about to boggle.  
Then straight cried I, Hamet I'll leave ye,  
Still praise the Gods though they deceive ye;  
Yet I no Parson with starched face am,  
But in good sooth Hamet Alhaz am.   

The Scene opens.  A Table furnished with Brandy, Ale, and Tobacco-pipes. Enter King, Queen, etc. with Attendants; their Trains supported by Porters and Gypsies; a Heathen dance is presented by Tinkers and Jack-puddings, who bring in an artificial broad spreading broom about which they dance to Drum-stick and Kettle, Tongues and Key, Morish, Timbrel and Salt-box, etc. In the intervals of the dance, this Song is sung by the Court, and the Chorus excellently performed by all the voices and instruments. SONG. 

Stanza I.  
YOur Northdown Ale is muddy,  
French Wine quite spoils your study,  
'Twill make your Brains so addle,  
As any jog i'th' Cradle.  
'Twill make your &c. Chorus.   

Stanza II.  
All strong Beer makes you duller,  
Than Porter, Groom, or Sculler:  
Excess of Sack does dull some,  
And Chocolate is fulsome,  
And Coffee now does gull some.  
Excess of Sack, etc. Chorus.   

Stanza III.  
It elevates the Reason,  
No higher than damned Treason;  
Which makes the Saints to love it,  
And all new lights approve it.  
Which makes the &c. Chorus.   

Stanza IU.  
Brumsick Mum's mere puddle,  
And Rhenish Wine base fuddle,  
But Brandy is the liquour,  
Makes all your veins flow quicker:  
Brandy the best of Nectar's,  
Makes us bolder than Hector's,  
Fearing no Ghosts nor Spectres.  
Brandy the best etc. Chorus.   After they have Danced a while, Mulai Labas the Corn-cutter falls down, being dead drunk. Moren. 
Woe and alas, help, help some Brandy;  
Oh help me some body that's handy.  Q. Moth. 
Pernicious Woman thou hast killed him,  
And with base tipple over filled him.  Moren. 
Mother it makes me more astonished  
To be by you now thus admonished.  
Did you not cry, Ply him with liquour,  
Yawling out fill, fill, Daughter quicker.  Q. Moth. 
Was I of drink so very craving?  
I pity her, this is mere raving,  
She rages worse than huffing Players;  
Go try if you can say your Prayers.  Moren. 
I'll winged by love for you be groping,  
Nor can I miss where you lie moping.  Turning to Mulai Labas. Crimalhaz. 
What's the cause of all this rumble?  
What was it ho, did make him tumble?  Moren. 
You need not ask me what he aileth,  
Do not you see his memory faileth?  
Then thus in short, the all and sum is  
My poor Labas, so drunk, as drum is:  
Though he thus sweetly seems to slumber,  
His Breeches are bedight with scumber:  
Oh drunken Sister, Maudlin Mother,  
Thus to disguise your Son and Brother.  Mulai Labas wakes and speaks. Mulai Lab. 
When Gods are in Olympus flustered,  
And for a while half huffed and blustered:  
Breeches for Petticoats they're chopping  
In Masquerade to come hedg-hopping  
Amongst us here to bellow.  
jove in disguise has been a Sculker  
On Earth, to find him out a Bulker:  
You know he once came down a trulling,  
The shape of beastly great Town Bull in;  
And so in twenty other dresses,  
In Villages to find out Misses;  
Which shows no Game i'th' upper Region, chucks Morena the Applewoman under the Chin.  
Can be compared to the sweet Pigeon,  
Who e'er disputes this is a widgeon.  Lies down and sleeps again. Crimalhaz the Strong-water man addresses himself to Morena the Applewoman. Crimalhaz. 
Sweet blouz you make us all look sadly,  
To see you still take on thus madly;  
But should you blubber till to morrow,  
There's no drink left to ease your sorrow.  Morena. 
Oh Crimalhatchet, you are cruel  
To use him thus, loves you but too well.  Crimalh. 
Fresh as the Honey-suckles flower,  
Say wilt thou be my Paramour.  Moren. 
Stand off, bold impudent Invador,  
Think'st thou I am of Copper made, or  
Brass, that I my Labas should wrong thus,  
Now he but sleeps Dogsleep among us.  Crimalhaz puts by her hood. Crimalh. 
Just so the blushing Morn appeareth,  
When from behind black Cloud it leareth:  
So falling rain doth look on Cherries,  
When baskets full come here in Wherries.  
Thus Orange looks new rubbed with piss-clout,  
Or scullion's face besmeared with Dishclout;  
Such looks the Welkin puts on even  
When Cuckolds are going to Heaven.  Moren. 
Though on my shoulders you are leaning,  
Yet I don't understand your meaning.  Crimalh. 
So when Aurora's Dew doth scatter,  
Rosebuds do smile quite through her water;  
And whilst your Roses are distilling  
Of their sweet liquour, I'll be swilling.  Crimalhaz the Strong-water-man, offers to kiss Morena the Applewoman, and bites her Pendents which are two Pears. Moren. 
Fie, get you gone you nasty swabber,  
For I do hate your ugly slabber.  Crimalh. 
I gave you wherewithal to paint ye,  
Therefore you need not be so dainty.  flings away and comes again. 
Against all these I'll fight your battle,  
And give each of them a sound rattle;  
One Brandy bottle is behind yet  
And hid, where none but I can find it.  Moren. 
Indeed?  Crimalh. 
And you shall have your share on't,  
Before your company is ' ware on't;  
Come tell me now, will you not love me?  Moren. 
I'll do in that as shall behoove me.  Crimalh. 
Then stay not here, but let's together.  Moren. 
I will do both— I can do neither.  
Revenge says go, honour does no say,  
Truly I do not know what to say. whispers.  Laula the Hostess strikes at Crimalhaz the Strong-water-man, and hits Morena the Applewoman, they make a great scuffle and Hamet Alhaz the Country Vicar runs out with Mariam the Scinder Wench, Mulai Hamet the Dray-man a little after at another Door. Q Moth. 
Out fornicator are you billing,  
And is your Franion too so willing?  Ham. Alhaz. 
Come thou with me thou pretty Harlot,  
And I will be thy loving Varlet.  They all fall in confusion, tumbling one over another, Mulai Hamet the Dray-man Enters as they go out. Mulai Ham. 
That I my baggage now should lose so,  
Does make me wilder than Furioso:  
I should have killed all that came near me,  
Nay even those that did but hear me,  
Made all the Furies stand affrighted,  
Like trembling Children when benighted.  
But they most basely have outrun me,  
Alas, alas, they've quite undone me;  
And left so many woes to grieve me,  
That Divine Brandy can't relieve me;  
If you'd describe grim Pluto's dwelling,  
'Tis done by my sad Story telling.  Enter Abdelcador (a Porter, smoking a Pipe of Tobacco,) Ambassador from Taffilet to Mulai Hamet the Dray-man. Abdelcad. 
Kind Taffilet hearing your praises,  
H'as turned his army to pick Daisies;  
And gives to you our great Metropolis  
With all Excises and Monopolies;  
Swearing I pray you Sir observe it,  
That your stout drinking does deserve it;  
And soon he'll privately come hither,  
That you two may be drunk together.  Mulai Ham. 
All this alas, to me 's no blessing,  
Now my kind Bona-Roba's missing;  
For neither conquest, thrones, nor treasure,  
Without a Wench, yield any pleasure.  Enter Hamet Alhaz the Country Vicar, Bound. 
Thus stripped of thy black gowns protection,  
I order thee Gentle correction;  
Tied up to post, instead of Gaunches,  
Thou shalt be drubbed on both thy haunches.  Ham. Alhaz. 
Princox, I scorn thee, and thy malice;  
And in thy Guts, wish all thy Tallies.  Ham. Alhaz is led off to Execution. Enter Abdrahaman the Chimney-sweeper, leading Mariam the Scinder-wench. Abdrah. 
I found your Trull behind you Bushes,  
Sleeping upon a Tust of Rushes;  
Stretched out at length on her back lying,  
Some warm thoughts thereby signifying:  
Louder, than any Porpus snoring;  
Oh, what man could forbear adoring?  Mulai Ham. 
Thanks brave Heroic Chimney-sweeper;  
Hold, thou shalt be my Tally keeper.  Abdrah. 
How? I keep your Tallies! no such matter,  
She in my chops makes too much water,  
I'll fly from her for all this pother,  
Yet I scarce know, where's such another.  Abdrahaman the Chimney-sweeper offers to go, but is stayed by Mulai Hamet the Dray-man. Mulai Ham. 
Oh stay and drink some Ale that's nappy,  
And make me just as thoust made he happy.  Abdrah. 
I'll not stay, though you had the Town full,  
But will suppose I have my Crown full;  
And myself banish from her presence,  
Of all my joys the very Essence;  
And to what place so ere I blunder,  
I'll think I see this Cole-yard wonder.  Exit Abdraham. the Chimney-sweeper. Mulai Ham. 
I do not value all their talking,  
Now I have got again my Malkin;  
Then since thou art my only dowdy,  
Fie, do not wear thy face so cloudy.  Mariam. 
Abdrahaman, I must not forget yet,  
For I am sure y' are in his debt yet.  Hamet Alhaz the Country Vicar discovered, tied to a Post. Mulai Ham. 
My justice on you scounded ended,  
I with a Crown shall be befriended;  
Pish, what are Crowns to a fine Woman,  
Though most of them are very common;  
All blessings not compared with drinking,  
Aretine shows, (to my thinking,)  
Drink in the first place I adore thee,  
Next Woman, I fall down before thee;  
Therefore I'll take thee my sweet Trallop  
Behind me, and so homeward gallop:  
Empire's but toil, though Commons would leave grumbling;  
And age in that's not worth an hour in tumbling.  going out. Enter Labas the Corn-cutter hastily, with his Sword drawn to Mulai Hamet the Dray-man. Mulai Lab. 
Turn scoundrel turn thee and thy Trull resign,  
Know I will have her, if she will be mine.  Mulai Ham. 
Labas—  
Come from my Punk, why dost thou tempt thy fate,  
She's my concern—  Mulai Ham. 
— this shall the brawl debate  means his Sword. 
Who can the toughest Fox and longest show,  
Will find all doxies his, or make them so.  Mulai Ham. 
Are you not ashamed— d'ye come here to brawl?  
Begone— I'll tear thee from my Natural.  Mariam. 
Unhand me Caitiffs for I hate you both.  Mulai Lab. 
Both— Both— did you say spreading his arms.  
O murrain luck! thumping his breast.  
Can jove hear this? I'll to prevent this wrong,  
Scold with my Eyes, and blubber with my tongue.  weeping. Mulai Ham. 
Dost thou come here to whine—  
What wilt thou dare to do for her, woued weep,  
Woued drink, woued swear; woued rant, woued sleep,  
Woued toss a Bottle, eat a Custard, or Mince-pye,  
Woven go to bed with her, why so will I.  Mulai Lab. 
Ha, ha, he.—  
Dost thou know what thoust said now? If I do  
Not do all this, and a thousand things more—  
Nay if I do not eat, drink, sleep, go to bed with her,  
Play at Scotch-hoppers, chuck-farthing, or any thing  
And all that, I am the verry'st Son of a Whore breathing.  Spoken laughing, but very positively. Mulai Ham. 
O Villain dost thou grin, dar'st thou believe  
After my Drab is gone, that thou shalt live?  Mulai Lab. 
What— am I slighted, than I will not die,  
Till I from you obtain what you deny.  They fight, and after several Passes Mulai Hamet the Dray-man falls, and Mulai Labas the Corn-cutter full of remorse beating his Breast speaks. Mulai Lab. 
What Murrain luck, did urge me to contend  
Against this honest Fellow, my old Friend?  
And yet the baggage I must still pursue,  
Let Quean which made the brawl, excuse it too.  Exit Mulai Labas the Corn-cutter. Mulai Hamet the Dray-man rises and speaks. Mulai Ham. 
Doxy! Doxy!  
O thou hast a tender thing!  
I'd rather lose a bit of both my Ears,  
Did I her warlike Pimp full fourteen years,  
Outswear her Hector's, and outface her Dun,  
While the vile Girl to Coverlet did run;  
Out-cheat the Alehouse when we run o' tick,  
Outlast the Headless Penitential whip;  
Out-eat old Mariot— out-huff Bottle Beer,  
Out-cant the Gipsy and the Maunderer;  
And there where last Night's reckoning was unpaid,  
When Watchmen furred like Bears made all afraid:  
I did with hands in Pocket door maintain,  
'Gainst show'res of marrow bones and Piss pot Rain,  
Have I made Wive's secured by Husbands yield,  
Sent snotty Rascals cursing from love's Field;  
Must I for fop Labas all this forgo,  
For which I did so impudently throw?  
He steals my Doxy ere my job is done,  
Who can but dream of Claps that I have won.  Exit.   

An Epilogue spoken by Witches, after the mode of Macbeth.   

EPILOGUE Being a new Fancy after the old, and most surprising way OF MACBETH, Performed with new and costly MACHINE'S.  
Which were invented and managed by the most ingenious Operator Mr. Henry Wright. P. G. Q.  
LONDON, Printed in the Year 1674.   

THE ACTORS NAMES.  
Hecate. 
Mr. Powel.  1 Witch. 
Mr. Harris.  2 Witch. 
Mr. adam's.  3 Witch. 
Mr. Lyddal.  Thunder. 
Mr. Goodman.  Lightning. 
Mr. Kew.  Spirits, Cats, and Musicians. 
   

AN EPILOGUE Spoken by Hecate and three WITCHES, According To the Famous Mode of MACBETH.  The most renowned and melodious Song of john Dory, being heard as it were in the Air sung in parts by Spirits, to raise the expectation, and charm the audience with thoughts sublime, and worthy of that Heroic Scene which follows. 

The Scene opens.  Thunder and lightning is discovered, not behind Painted Tiffany to blind and amuse the Senses, but openly, by the most excellent way of Mustard-bowl, and Salt-Peter. Three Witches fly over the Pit Riding upon Besoms. Hecate descends over the Stage in a Glorious Chariot, adorned with Pictures of Hell and Devils, and made of a large Wicker Basket. Hecate and 3 Witches. Hec. 
What, you have been at Hot-Cockles I see,  
Beldames! how dare you traffic thus, and not call me?  
'Tis I must bear the Brunt—  
Where's W—?  Within. 
Here.  Hec. 
Where's W—?  Within. 
Here.  Hec. 
Where's Mack'rel back and Jilting-Sue.  
All the three Witches. We want but you: We want but you.  Hec. 
You Lazy Hags! what mischief have you done?  1 Witch. 
I was with Templar locked from Night till Noon,  
My case he opened thrice and once  
Actions he entered three and one,  
But grown with study dull as dunce  
His deeds I burned, his Fees I spent;  
And till next Term or quarters Rend  
I left him poor, and Malcontent.  Hec. 
Thou shalt have a Spirit— What hast thou done?  2 Witch. 
I picked Shopkeeper up, and went to th' Sun▪  
He Houncht— and Houncht— and Houncht;  
And when h' had done,  
Pay me quoth I,  
Be damned you Whore! did fierce Mechanic cry,  
And most unlike a true bred Gentleman,  
Drunk as a Bitch he left me there in Pawn.  Hec. 
His Shop is in Fleetstreet—  2. Witch. 
In Hackney Coach, I'll thither sail,  
Like wanton Wife with sweeping Tail;  
I'll do! I'll do! and I'll do!  3. Witch. 
A running Nag I'll thee lend;  2. Witch. 
Thou art my Friend▪  1. Witch. 
I'll give thee Shancker and Buboe.  2. Witch. 
I can have all the rest of Friends below.  pointing to the Pit. 
To sweating Tub I'll youth confine,  
Where he shall dwind'le flux and pine,  
Though white Witch Surgeon drench and 'noint.  
I'll have at least a Joint.  Hec. 
And what hast thou done?  3. Witch. 
With Cock of Game I fought a Match,  
While his— my— did catch,  
I stole his money and Gold Watch.  Hec. 
Thou shalt have an Incubus;  
Come to our Friends to make their charms more quicker,  
Here's six go-downs of humming Stygian liquour.  Enter two Spirits with Brandy burning, which drink while it flames, Hecate and the three Witches Sing. To the june of, A Boat, etc. Hec. 
A health, a health to Mother C—  
From moorfield's fled to Mill-bank Castle,  
She puts off rotten new rigged Vessel.  1. Witch. 
A health, a health to G— that Witch,  
She needs must be in spite of fate Rich,  
Who sells tough Hen for Quail and Partridge.  2. Witch. 
A health, a health to Sister T—  
Her Trade's chief beauty and example,  
She'll serve the Gallant, or the Pimp, well.  3. Witch. 
A health, a health to Betty B—  
Though she began the Trade but newly,  
Of Country Squires there's not a few lie.  Chorus. 
But of all the brisk Bawds 'tis M— for me,  
'Tis M— the best in her degree;  
She can serve from the Lord, to the Squire and Clown,  
From a Guinny she'll fit ye to half a Crown.  1 Witch. 
Fei! Fah! Fum!  
By the itching of my Bum,  
Some wicked Luck should that way come.  pointing to the Audience. Hec. 
Stand still— by yonder dropping Nose I know,  
That we shall please them all before we go.  Hecate speaks to the Audience. Hec. 

Hail! hail! hail! you less than wits and greater!  
Hail Fop in Corner! and the rest now met here,  
Though you'll ne'er be wits— from your loins shall spread,  
Diseases that shall Reign when you are dead.   

Deed is done!  
War's begun!   Great Morocco ' s lost and won. 
Bankside Malkin thrice hath mewed, no matter:  
If puss of the other house will scratch, have at her.  
T' appease your Spirits and keep our Farce from harm,  
Of strong Ingredients we have powerful charm,  
To catch Bully Critic whose wit but thin is:  
Yonder sits empty Cully stuffed with Guinnies,  
Then for the wary squeamish Critic Lover,  
A Dainty Virgin Pullet sits above there,  
And those two visards hide a brace of Jinnyes,  
Enough to hamper all the Critic Nynnyes:  
Besides all this, our charm is stronger made yet,  
With Dock of Harlot hasht and grylliaded,  
Carcase of Country Girl that's fresh and wholesome,  
Haunch of whetstone Do, but that is fulsome.  
Moreover Friends! in every place to fit ye,  
Goose Giblets, Rumps, and Kidneys for the City.  
Hecate and all the three Witches. Huff no more! a Hellish noise is heard within.  Hec. 
He that would damn this Farce does strive in vain  
This charm can never be o'ercome by man,  
Till Whetstone's Park remove to Distaff Lane.  Within Singing. 
Hecate! Hecate! Come away.  Hec. 
Hark I am called—  She Sings. 
I come; I come; Alack and well a-day.  
Alack and well a-day.  Within. 
The Pot boils over while you stay—  Hecate. 
Vanish— 
 In Basket Chariot I will mount,  
'Tis time I know it by my count.  Thunder and Lightning: while they are flying up Hecate Sings. 
The Goose and the Gander went over the Green,  
They flew in the Corn that they could not be seen.  Chorus. 
They flew, etc.  The three Witches Sing. 
Rose-mary's green, Rose-mary's green,  
derry, derry, down.  
When I am King, thou shalt be Queen,  
derry, derry, down.  
If I have Gold, thou shalt have part,  
derry, derry, down.  
If I have none thou hast my heart.  
derry, derry, down.  
FINISH.    

AN EPILOGUE.  

THis Farce—  
Not like your Country Girl made proud at Court,  
Because she there first learned the naughty sport,  
She'd now take place of all and's grown so haughty,  
Those that debauched her, dare not say she's faulty,  
Ashamed to own she jilted them with low dress,  
As stroling Punk did once in Summer's progress:  
No, this like Sutler's Doxy, came from Black-heath,  
Longed but to be as fine as Witch in Macbeth.   

High though it looks 'twill stoop to all good fellows,  
As most proud Women will for Story's tell us,  
They now will do from Room of State to Alehouse.   

Like blithe Scotch Maggy clothes in River bucking,  
'thas showed you all the flowers it had worth plucking,  
It thinks you Gentlefolks, are all for— looking.   

Farce and Heroic tale use but one fashion,  
Love and affection Lays the first foundation  
Then Giant noise and show set cheating Glass on.   

So little cruising punk and first rate Harlot,  
Though one Don's stuff t'others clad in Scarlet,  
Use but one Mousetrap to catch trading Varlet.   

Those that adore the Ghosts and Devils yonder,  
The Powder Lightning and the Mustard Thunder;  
Who though they can't of Plot and Language prattle,  
Can mew like Cats, and roar like Drum in battle.   

When scourged Vermin from the Stage do Crall  
Whipped off—  
As some are from Estates with Lusty Tail,  
Those we shall hardly please—   

When Hecate calls, they thither swarm till full 'tis,  
Like humours drawn to boil by old Wife's Poultice,  
Because at you Show-house you liked such doings,  
We thought to purchase Cakebread and stewed Prunes;  
But you look all like Lovers cloyed sie on ye,  
When deed is done you should not grudge your money.   

Have we not seen, O whoreson Rogue john Dory?  
You that Damn most, you know not wherefore nor why,  
Catched ten times o'er with one old new dressed Story.   

Be to this joy thus kind you'll rouse up yet,  
Much better Farce, one more Heroic Puppet;  
When little Worm is praised it will so brag o''t,  
That 'twill set Tail on end of bigger Maggot;  
Since with success great Bard's grow proud and resty,  
To get good Plays be kind to bad Travesty.   
FINIS.