THE Shame PRINCE Exposed. In a Dialogue between the Pope's Nuncio and Bricklayers Wife. Nurse to the Supposed PRINCE of WALES.  Nurse 
AH! Father Nuncio, what woeful times are these we live in; and how different from those, when every day laid the Foundation of a Chapel and almost all Professions both in Church and State, employed in Converting either Houses or Persons to the Service of Mother Church?  Nuncio. 
Why, truly Daughter, the Alterations are not much greater than we have heard or seen in former times. And as we have still found the Mother of God ready to help us at a dead lift, so I don't doubt but this will make one Saints set her on her Son, to demand Restitution.  Nurse. 
Well, You may flatter yourselves with Restitution etc. but your satisfaction is likely to be no greater than a Hungry Man's Dream of a plentiful Supper: Your late short Scene of Glory was like the last Blaze of a Candle, spent in the Socket; and the unmannerly Whigs think it has left as bad a stink behind it too.  Nun. 
Come, come, Child, we have a reserve yet left, what, do you think a Council of Jesuits can be out-witted by a Dutch man. I can but laugh to think what a thorn in their Sides our young Prince Pretty-man will prove.  Nurse. 
O Lord Sir, Now the whole Kingdom laughs at the Shame; and there's neyer a Joiner in Town but has a Pattern of the Bedstead: Nay, next Bartholomew-Fair they intent to have a Droll, called, The Tragedy of Perkin Warbeck; you have read the Story of that Perkin, Sir, have not you?  Nun. 
And what of all this? Do you think ten years' Consultation in the Conclave, a French Army, and his Holiness' Blessing, cannot sufficiently enable us to bring about a far Design of greater difficulty than this? But What do the People say of it?  Nurse. 
Why they say the Queen lay under such Circumstances at the time of the report of her Conception, that not all the Stallions in Europe could have got her with Child; nay, they say neither the Irish Champion, nor the Italian Count, no nor the strongest Backs in Covent Garden could have done it.  Nun. 
Nay to speak the Truth between you and I, we chose a bad time, but we thought the very Notion of a Prince of Wales, would make such a noise, as Would drown all Probability and Reason; besides, who thought People would have been so uncivil, to peep as it were under the Queen's  or Question the Word of a King.  Nurse. 
'tis true, these Church of England Whigs are so Inquisitive (forsooth) that the Queen never went to Piss, but they'd be casting of her Water. Well I am sure to have lost a good Bargain of it: Oh! I shall never hear such sweet Music again, as the rattling of Guinea's every now and then in my hand; Beside, the Honourable Title of the Prince of Wale's Nurse.  Nun 
By our lady, you're in the right of it, nothing troubles me so much as the loss of my Pension; for though 'tis our Business to look Grave and Demure; yet by our Bulk you may guests we take no delight in Starving.  Nurse. 
But Sir, is there no way to get another Prince of Wales; for so I might be Nurse, I did not care if there was a new One every Year. It passes for Currant, that the Queen's big again of a Duke of York: When do you think she'll be brought to Bed?  Nun. 
O Lord, do you think she'd be mad to lie in these troublesome times; besides the very noise of the Dutch Soldiers would spoil her Milk, as Thunder does Ale; for She's resolved to Suckle the next herself, to prevent Suspicion; and you know (as the Ladies deposed) She has abundance of Milk always, after being with Child of a Son.  Nurse. 
Well Sir, I wish I could see it, but all the Protestant Astrologers foretell she'll miscarry: And O my Conscience, I believe they're a sort of Conjurers, for they Calculate every thing to a Hairs breadth.  Nun. 
Nay, nay, now you talk of Conjurers I can fit you: I am sure I and my Brethren foretold things so miraculous, that few or none could believe them, till they saw them.  Nurse. 
Nor then neither, may be.  Nun. 
Did not our Roman Almanacs speak of the Queens being to be with Child, at least half a Year before 'twas said she was conceived? Did we not declare it must be a Prince of Wales? nay we could have told you the very time and place too, but that we feared the Chamber would have been crowded with Heretics, and that would have troubled her worse than her Labour: For we had Prognosticated before, that the Presence of a Protestant Bishop, etc. would be very Obnoxious and Hurtful to the Birth of a Prince of Wales.  Nurse. 
'tis very true Sir, you and your Society vented many Prophecies: But the design and meaning of them were so plain and obvious to every Understanding, that it detracted much from the reverence of them: I have been told, your Ancient Oracles were delivered like Riddles, and consequently not liable to every mean interpretation; and though we all acknowledgeed the News of the Queens being certainly with Child of a Prince of Wales, as a sort of a Mystery, yet by comparing a few Cases, we easily unravelled the whole Business.  Nun. 
Well, well, we shall play you another Game ere long: But tell me how do the People think of the King in this matter?  Nurse. 
Why they that are Moderate amongst them, think he was so fond of the very Notion of having a Son in his Old Age, that in a little time he might have been (good man) deluded into the belief of it; as some have used themselves to tell a Lie so often, that at last they have been persuaded that it was true: Others think the Queen wore the Breeches so long, that His Majesty durst not venture to unbutton them, or try the truth of the Matter: But the more general, and more probable Opinion, is, that being led by a Zeal, inflamed chief by you and your Worshipful Society, he thought the merry of the Act, in relation to his Church, would balance the Stain which the dismal Consequences thereof would certainly imprint on his Memory and Reputation. And the thoughts of this, if you had any Grain of Conscience, Religion; or Honesty (which is very much despaired of in men of your Profession) should touch your Hearts, with either Shame of Repentance, for so black a design of Suppressing the Church, ruining State, and murdering more honest and conscientious men, than all your boasted Universality can show.   

Printed in the Year, 1688.