NEWS FROM ROME, OR A TRUE RELATION OF THE Conference which the POPE held with Three of his chief Cardinals, and a Dominican Pryer, in his Palace at Rome, against Bohemia, and these Parts of England, Scotland, and Ireland. At which time a Letter was forged from the Emperor to the King of France. And all the Proceed in their Discourse, and the sharp Tants that the Pope received from his jester at the same time: and the issue thereof.  
There were in this Conference, 

1 The Pope himself.  
2 Burghesius.  
3 Caesario.  
4 Romanio.  
5 A Domivican Friar.  
6 The Pope's jester.    
LONDON Printed, and are to be sold by Henry Walker, 1641.   

NEWS from ROME.  
The Pope sitting in his Royal Palace with his Minion Cardinal's ab●●● him, rose up, and spoke before them, as followeth.  
I Know you all understand, as well as I, how all our projects are disallowed, our Curses derided, and our power slighted. What shall we do? People do now begin to laugh at our Pardons, Dirges, Masses, Purgatories; only now desiring Salvation through Christ?  
Caesario answered.  
Your Holiness, dear Father, hath related a sad Story: yet why should we fear?  Pope. 
Why Caesario? Princes begin to cast us off, let us look to that: let men live well, or ill, let Nations swell in wars, let them go to Heaven or to Hell, it matters not; only let our Supremacy be held up, and our Riches, Glory, and Delight maintained.  Caesario. 
Do you consider, holy Father, who revolt from you, who seek not to you, except some scattered Lutherans, or Malcontents, or some penurious fools; stirred up by Satan.  Pope. 
Few? Is it few, when whole Kingdoms have fallen from us, who care not for us, or our threats in England, Scotland, or Ireland: are not our Legates, thrust out of Bohemia, and our Priests made a prey? What can France do against itself, to advance us? The Netherlands triumph under their new Governors, and have cast us oft! Cursed be that unlucky Geneva, that was the lea●er of them all: Luther proclaimed all disgrace against us. Indeed the Grecians complain that they are poor, and we enjoy their wealth.  Caes. 
If it be so, yet remember who you are, even Peter's successor. Open the Church-treasure, have not your Bulls, your Curses, with all those male-dicting Relations, (which have in former Ages kept them in awe) as much force now? Then send them forth.  
Dominick the Friar stood up, and bowing himself to the ground, spoke as followeth.  
With Reverence to your Holiness, be it spoken. Alas! alas! what will Curses now do, Bulls or Threats, since they do snoffe at all?  
Burghesius' answering, said.  
Peter bids us to kill, and eat; let slaughter end the quarrel: let us entice the Prince to war.  
Dominick answered.  
O say not so, this makes us odious.  
Romanio gives his advice, and said.  
Let us like Macchabeus rouse up our courage with warlike Charles, both with Treasure and Blessings to assist his war against the Heretics.  Dominick. 
This is more probable to do us good, but there are such divisions in our own Country unappeased, that we know not how to reconcile them.  
Then the Pope standing up, in a great fume answered.  
What shall we then let all alone, and sit still, and sigh? Is not the Palatinate under us, their Country is destroyed; for they revolted. But consider, that low-brought Family, doth now look for aid from BRITAIN, both horse, and foot, and infinite relief and treasure. The LONDON Heretics we hear are resolved to disburse both freely, and large Sums of money. But in our overthrow they rejoice. And the heavyheaded Datch will now increase in wealth, as we decay in friends.  
Caesario in great compassion said.  
What the event may be our Lady knows. But your Holiness may do well, to let the Princes know you are displeased, and cause them to break off all leagues of peace.  
Dominick answered.  
You do surely make passion the Author of advice, which should not be in so great designs. A stronger League by peace, is more prevalent: then may we better husband our purpose. Then may our trained Garrisons better march away, and we fill their places with supply: but let us do this work well.  Burghesius. 
Holy Sir, it may do well to send your Legate to France: who may with ease, make that our own.  Dominicke. 
Are you a Conclavist, and know no more? How many thousands in France, are ready to seal a Reformation with their blood, and to revolt quite from us!  
Then a Copy of a Letter was read, writ as from the Emperor, to the King of France: to the end they should consult of it. The substance whereof was this.  
MOST NOBLE PRINCE:  
MAY it please you to remember, how your Predecessor, Charles the Great, supported Rome, and rescued the Imperial Seat from the Goths and Saracens, then be not now unkind to Catholics: But assist us with your Princely care. Let our nearness in blood, increase our Amity, and it will be your Glory before God, thus to help us against Bohemia, in the just revenge against Revolters. Consider (worthy Prince) what may issue, in case the Turk shall understand our troubles at home, and so the Ottonman youth take advatage of our Distresses; and so we repent, when it is to● late.  
Burghesius' stood up when the Letter was read, and spoke before them as followeth.  
This was well urged, and may be a Precedent for all Princes, this will do it. When Poland shall hear of this, Russia, Denmark: if the triple Crowned Britain knew of it! Surely this would work for us amongst them a l. If Venice, Savoy, Florence, and the rest were taught this Lession: such a league might be obtained, as would produce opportunity for our Designs.  
Dominick answered.  
I do confess, this may seem a prevalent way: but if we take this course, I presume, it will not do us any good Do not we all know, that though Princes were Tyrants in their own Kingdoms; yet would they ever protect their Peace against foreign Enemies. The King of France hath wars enough to maintain of his own. And besides, there is so great alliance in him to the Palsgrave; That kindness will not suffer him to rise against him: Great Britain by his Daughter, calls him Son, Denmark, and Norway love him. The Prince of Orange is near in blood.  
Romanio not permitting him to proceed any further, broke forth into an extreme passion, and said.  
Rather than abide in this reproach, I will go to Turk & Tartar. What! shall our Father and the Church, submit to Traitorous Heretics? No, no, rather strangers shall defend our Cause, and understand our Canons; and then will I raise them up, to whip these drunken Schismatics,  
Dominick answered,  
Come this is frenzy: this is neither policy, zeal, nor Religion: shall we because the finger aches, therefore cut the whole hand off?  
Then the Pope in a great earnestness spoke.  
Something must be done; shall we give way to all these T reasons against us, and not add a Cataplasm to our Disease? Then may the whole Church be confounded; shall we let Rome and Spain be thus abused? No sure, if God help no●, the Devil shall: if any Art or Skill will reach it.  Dominick. 
O say not so: your Holiness may take a calmer course. Dismiss the cruel jesuits from thence with all strange projects, and abstain from Murders, and Cruelties, and send holy, and Reverend Priests abroad; that may terrify the hearts of the Auditors, by their Preaching, and zealous profession, ●nd living: Dear Sir, be ruled by me, and proceed in gentleness.  
Then the Pope called to his jester, and said:  
Come sirrah, let me talk with thee; for none of these do please my Humour; What Counsel wilt thou give me? How shall the Palatinate be settled under us?  
The jester answered with a great Laughter.  
Who? I! you do me much wrong, to ask me about such things, I have stranger news to tell you. I must tell you of strange Visions, tending to a further matter, than either Priest or Cardinal dare relate. Pope. Very like, Come, speak, what thou wilt; I will hear what thou sayest.  
The jester spoke freely before them all as followeth.  
You have stirred up a Dog from his sleep; and blame me not Sir, though I bark harsh! The writing on the wall, made Belshazzars knees to shake; but I shall make thy heart to tremble. Nauclerus and Platina have writ against 22. Popes, who sold their souls to Satan by Magic spells, to work wonders in the Land, murder, Sodomy Treason: ask your Cardinals▪ there is no sin the Devil ever bred, but hath stood them in some stead. The sins of Rome, are worse than Sodom, Antichrist must fall: not only the Apostles, but the Sibyls have foretold Rome's Rheum. In a word, these storms you have raised, do like a darkening Cloud, threaten fierce Rain.  
This moved the Pope very much, and being very angry, at what he had said, he told the jester, as followeth.  
Out upon thee, thou foul mouthed villain, pull out his tongue, blast up his body with powder into the Air: that all his speeches may perish, and his words never be remembered.  
But the jester answered with boldness, saying,  
yea marry that were a wise trick indeed: but take heed; for when Hidra's head was cut off, seven others were immediately bred.  
Then the Pope risen up out of his Chair, as being much displeased, to see the jester, so to deride him. And rising up, he said.  
What! darest thou speak again? Come let's away; shall we become a reproach to all? Sirrah, thou shalt smart for this.  
This poor fellow was so cruelly punished afterwards, that to relate it, it would ask another volume, as big as this.   
FINIS.