A DIALOGUE BETWEEN DOCTOR TITUS, AND bedlow's GHOST.  
Concerning the Bayling the LORDS out of the TOWER.  Gh●st. 
TITUS.  Titus. 
'sdeath! Who calls?  Ghost. 
Titus!  Tit. 
Booger Le Diable!  Gho. 
Titus!  Tit. 
Be Damned.  Gho. 
You must be Hanged First.  Tit. 
Be Burnt at the Dog First. I would Cut my Throat with E— x, or ●●ve in a Garret with Sr. Patience, rather than out of pure Gild of Confence for my, Villainous Lying; Sneak out of the World as you did, with a 〈◊〉 to you.  Gho. 
With a Rope to you; for a Lie will never Choke thee, otherwise thou ●●'st got the Start of me; and the Devil thy Father had given thee the Pre-eminence before me.  Tit. 
Well, I have a Thousand Substantial Commonwealth, Cits, will ●●●nd by me still.  Gho. 
And does thou hope they will be all Parliament Men?  Tit. 
Yes, By your Favour, (Brother Insolence) for a Parliament, and for a ●●●er too.  〈◊〉 
Yes, I'll warrant you, and for a New Popish Plot, and a Popish Exclu●●●● Bill, like Prince Rupert's Monkey; they Cut themselves off by Foolishly ●●●ping into the Piece they have too wantonly Fired, and blow themselves up 〈◊〉 own Train. But pray you does your Monkyship think there are no ●●●al People in the City?  Tit. 
Loyal! What dost tell me of Loyalty? I keep no such Company, nei●●●● do I desire their Acquaintance. What did ever I get from a Loyal Man, 〈◊〉 a base Affront, or a broken Pate, or a scalding Dish in my Face.  
But if ever I live to see a Parliament.—  Gho. 
Thou hast nothing in thy Head but a Parliament, it has no being any 〈◊〉 else, and yet thou hast it at thy Tongue's end, like a Scotch Green Goose, 〈◊〉 a Parrot, that can say nothing but Tut Titus, and Walk Knave Walk. To 〈◊〉 thee out of this Language, prithee tell me, what dost thou think of the ●uling of the Lords, and what does the World think of thee and thy shamed … s?  Tit. 
I'll say no more, but if ever a Parliament Sat in England.—  Ghost. 
Th●y wo●●d still bear it with Patience, as you see they have done several Years together, whilst some of thy Fa●t●on are so Impatent of Restrai●●▪ that they had rather Cut their Throats, then suffer a Month's Imprisonment.  Titus. 
Hum! Verily, and in Verba Sacerdotis, I see Popery and Idolatry bre ●●●ng in upon us, like a ●●ghty Current, it cometh like a Land Flood a●●●● a great 〈◊〉 that drives all before it, and will break us to pieces like Earthen … s one ag●●n●● another. The Pilgrims are coming in, in whole Armies; Ver●●y Brother, had the Frost held but one Week longer, they had been all here 〈◊〉 ●●t already.  〈◊〉 
Yes, with ●ern●●nt●●●●…s black Bills, and blank Commissions. But 〈◊〉 do●t think will become of thee, when this Invincible Army shall Land upon 〈◊〉 Downs? They'd har●ly pamper the● up with Six Dishes a Day, and as ma●y Bottles of fresh Burgundy.  Titus. 
Six Lashes and as many Halters. But while I can scape 'em, were't not better 〈◊〉 at Home amongst my Friends, then starve abroad amongst 〈◊〉 Enemies?  Ghost. 
Abroad? Where caned thou hid thyself abroad, from the loud Cry of Innocent Blaud? Gen●va will not receive there.  
The Church which thou hast Renounced will be no Sanctuary; thou w●lt ●e dragged out of the Pulpit where thou hast Blasphemed, and torn from the A●●●● wh●●h thou hast profaned.  
I know no Refuge thou hast left thee now but to Don John, or the M … A …; one cannot choose but entertain thee, for thy Intrecate Acquaintence w●th him formerly, and the others for Parson eliot's Sake.  Titus. 
I will go to neither, I will follow my Friend Patience, and Coop myself up in a Cock-Loft in Southwark.  
There I will set up an Evidence School, to Instruct all People Old and Yo●●● for Twelve Pence a Week in all manner of Villainy, the most Compendious 〈◊〉 to Bugger, Plunder, Forge, Cheat, Swear, and Lie too, and again, backward and forward upon all sides, and all Occasions with they self, Prance or any o●●e● Evidence Master in Europe.  Ghost. 
Now I am gone, how long will that Trade hold before thou ●●t hanged.  Titus. 
Then▪ Actum est Caron perijsti Titus, and there's an End.  Ghost. 
No, thou shalt not have so Favourable a passage, though the Devil himself wait to waste the over.  
Thou art destined for a worse Sentence, which I am sent as thy Judge to pronounce before thee ere thou have the Honour to be hanged. Tubman shall Ri●e thee to Death, Bowman shall burn thee, and Reading shall Sing the into the requiem of the Wretched. The Women shall Stone thee for thy abuse of the S●●… The Rabble who proclaimed thee a Saviour of the Nation shall tear thee in p●eces for an Imposture. Thy Quarters shall Adorn the City Gates, and thy b … Fa●e exalted on the same Pinnacle, shall make Nolls Copper Nose blush to see himself outdone by thy Matchless Impudence.  
When this is done, I shall be one of thy Insernal Guard, to receive thee in our Dominions, and prepare thee a Place with thy Brother Turn-Cassoc● H … Peter's.   

LONDON, Printed for J. S. 1684.