A DIALOGUE BETWIXT RATTLE-HEAD AND ROUND-HEAD, Neutralius being Moderator betwixt both. WITH Their peaceable agreement, and their Conference for maintaining their several Opinions. With the Argument against Bishops. Full of mirth, and with witty Inventions. LONDON, Printed for T. G. MDCXLJ. A DIALOGUE BETWIXT RATTLE-HEAD, AND ROUND-HEAD. Roundh. IN the very portal or Entrance of this Tractate, friendly Dialogue, or zealous commerce, we intent to discourse, touching the Etymology of your late published Pamphlet, which in respect our Answer was not sufficiently punctual, therefore we have singled out this opportunity, for a more edifying conference. Rattleh. Too't roundly then, and as I first began to write, so you to speak? Neut. And for my part I'll hold with the wisest. Roundh. Then thus dear brother, I do much admire that you being of so near affinity to us in Religion can find no means to conjoin an unity? Rattleh. Only perverseness in the unitage of your circular opinions, being grounded on nothing but the ends of the Cobbler's simplicity, whose long stitches I fear in conclusion, will go near to lose your souls from the upper leather. Neut. H●s words are dangerous, expound it well, stick but close to him, you'll put him in a Tub? Roundh. That's my desire, and had I him but once there, I'd all I wished for, assist me then. Neut. Assist ye, I'll first hang ye, do I come hither as a Constable to command you to keep the King's peace, and learn a new religion, for to help you out before you are in. Roundh. Dear brother Ruttlehead, did you but know the path, that perfect road, by which, tread the ready way to heaven, you'd soon renounce your church you follow now, and turn to us. Rattleh. Your doctrine should be better first? Roundh. Would you but grant attension, hear me speak, and but compare your form of government with ours, I'd soon transport you to a haven of happiness, by changing your opinion, and confute you by your own words. Rattleh. Do so, and win me, make it appear by grave dispute what you have said: and first begin to nominate those orders (wherein we differ) that are so highly extolled by you. Roundh. I shall do that, and more to gain a soul. Neut. Here is like to be a game well played, when souls are at stake? Roundh. First, then as for our Church, I mean the visible and select Church, not the shadow which you so much adore, full of Papistical Images. Rattleh. No, a Barn? Roundh. You interrupt me, and misconstrue to my real meaning, that same Church: I say, whereas the brethren and the holy Sisters meet, where you shall see a man unlearned, divinely expound upon a piece of Scripture, delivering nothing but by inspirations, no toralogicall expressions, or scholastical sentences whereby to hinder the benefit of the attentive Auditory: after him a Sister, whose zeal towards the Church is inexpressible, that delivers nothing but what the Spirit moves; is your form of teaching then like ours? Rattleh. No, nor is it fit it should be: since when I pray was this same new found Platform of teaching invented, when instituted, who are your Authors for this your admirable device; away with this simplicity, either speak wiser, or not at all. Roundh. It seems then any thing concerning our Church will not be allowed on, how stand you then affected towards your own, Rattleh. As every true Christian ought, maintain it with my blood, and uttermost endeavours. Roundh. Say you so, can that house stand, whose principle foundation is defective; or can that Church be the true Church, whose principal heads are the instigators unto evil: Rat. you cannot lay that aspersion upon us. Ro. yes, & most justly too; what are those neither Rattle-heads nor Roundheads, I'm sure they are wicked heads. Rattleh. Now Sir you have hit the mark, your documenting Tailor, never put a yard into your hand that made better measure than this: I must confess that they are guilty, and have been a dishonour to the Church, but wherewithal do you accuse them. Neut. Hold, hold my Masters, I came to be partners with you in your Religions, but now I fear you'll turn Cat i'th' pan and be both one; and so betwixt two stools, my arse fall in ground. Roundh. So shall we be both happy, and like brothers embrace with affectionate zeal: but tell us thy opinion concerning our argument. Neut. Truly Sir, to speak my mind of Rattle-heads, Roundheads, Loggerheads, etc. I am of the opinion, there is never a barrel better herrïng. Rattleh. Short and sweet, jack of both sides, but brother Roundhead what say you to the former proposition concerning the heads we spoke last of. Round. As for his Graceless Grace these shall be my objections against him: by his hand at Lambeth, he made the High Commission his Delegat, his Creature, his Fawn, his obliged servant; his tyranny over good and able Ministers, insomuch as their ears became as familiar as sheep's ears; and so cheap as they hung upon that Babylonian image Cheapside-Crosse like labels, that if any wanted a pain they might have an easy pennyworth in them: if these be in his commendations, I will speak of him everlastingly. Rattleh. I must confess this same little man hath many great faults, yet when error is like to incur, a speedy censure, and ambition were it never so over-topping like to suffer. Humanity cannot choose but find a tear, and Piety a sigh, at the survey of such a sight. To see the Metropolitan of a flourishing K ngdome lose his head, is ●o ordinary Spectacle. Roundh. The sooner, the better: such an ordinary would I give twelve pence but to look at. Rattleh. I must confess it would be no great eye sore nor heart's grief to me neither. Roundh. Sith, than we are almost reduced to one opinion, be conformable to us in uniting yourselves to us in Religion, and so make us all happy. Rattleh. As for that, my mind is altogether contrary to all your precepts therein contained, contradicting us especially concerning your Church government; we therefore shall take further time to discourse of it: but for this subject, wherein we agree together, if it be your pleasure, we petition the Parliament for a redress, I shall assist you. Roundh. With all my heart. Rattleh. And since we writ invective Songs one against the other in our former books, let us now sing old rose over a pint of sack, and joun our methods together to compound one unanimous thing to the former purpose. THE SONG. Rattlehead. BIshops hold your wont prattle, Rather now provide for battle An enemy has vowed to rattle Your tippets from your Crown, Roundheads Round. Round-head. Take your Mitre to the field Let it serve you for a shield, 'Twill pay your Ransom if you yield: We have resolved it so To lay you low. Rattleh. Let Lawn-sleeves serve instead of Buff, And for your Arms your partled ruff, You may be fierce 'tis pistol proof: It is your dismal fate Come down Prelate. Your grown is firm, and coat of male Your Grace's person to impale, But that your Honour now grows stolen: There is a new way found By Roundheads Round. Look to yourselves, our show is dumb, We give you warning ere we come, We mean such Birds as you to plum: Farewell, till time produce You no excuse. per Roger Rattle-head. & Alexander Round-head. FINIS.