royal English blazon or coat of arms HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE A Disputation betwixt the DEVIL And the POPE. Being a brief Dialogue between Urbanus, 5. Pope of Rome, and Pluto Prince of Hell. Concerning the Estate of five Kingdoms, Spain, England, France, Ireland. and Scotland Written by the Author to content his Friend, being Pleasant and delightful to the READER. LONDON, Printed, 1642. The Devil and the Pope. THE Pope whose papal Power all Room controls Wanting more wealth (purchazed at price of Souls) Fearing the People in each several Region Contemn his Mass, and follow true Religion Grows much distempered; Sickness doth weigh down His holy head, more then his Triple Crown 'Causea report of late is newly risen Some of his Tribe in England are in Prison And many more which did this Land deflower Are fled and banished by the Almighty's Power Griveing his socerie not more bewitches By spells he raiseth Pluto (God of Richeses) Well may the People be in much danger When Rooms great Vicar doth begin to conjure But now the devil's rayed the Pope requires New council from the God of quenchless fires It rises like a Friar, with a hood on't To shreeve the Pope, the Devil given him good on't If their discourse can your attention win Lend us your ear and hear the Devil begin. Devil. Hail to your Holiness what is't offends. Your King-commanding Power? be your vowed friends Turned Traitors to your Crown, doth France deny To pay your Annual tribute? strait I'll fly With Troops of factious Spirits, such as shall Conâ—Źert the Rebels; or confounded them all: If it be Spain Perplexeth you, I'll strait With a worse Plague then that in 88 Vex my ambitious Don torment him more Than did the Dutch man, on the English shore; After much war, deep wounds and many knocks Isle given his Country to the Butter box. Pope. Great Pluto (Partner in my See of Rome) 'Tis not for these my skill calls thee to come Not many days (before this time) hath past Since by my potent charms I raised thee last And bid thee muster spirits (such as are Powerful in sowing of a civil war) To sand them into Ireland to possess The Catholics with their own wretchedness How many years in thraldom they did pant Under the Sceptre of the Protestant, And that by raising factions they shall see Their peace again and former Liberty Devil. This we have done my chiefest Spirit error The Prince of faction hath raised up such terror In Irish hearts that rather then they'll yield They'le wash with human blood the fertile field And through the general Kingdom there are noon But cry or else have cause to cry OH hone. Their onset did begin tragic and black The English Protestant went first to wrack. Women they killed, young infants they did smother As if each man forgot he had a mother. Brave work for me, for though I prompt them to it They had almost as good be damned as do it Pope. But in these Spoils shan't I a sharer be. Devil. O yes my Lord when you are damned like me But whilst this fleshy substance thus controls Your Spirit, you can have no share in souls But when the happy time comes you shall die Thou shalt be made as great a devil as I Pope. Thy happy promises do much restore me For which I'll sand as many souls before me As shall enrich thy Kingdom but go on Upon thy Irish Declaration I long to hear't. Devil. You shall, the Irish first Were Conquerors but now they have the worst The valiant English now the victors be And chase the bloody Irish Crom a Cree From bog to bog at every turn they wind them and fly as if the Devil were behind them The amazing missery doth so besot them They are afraid S. Patrick hath forgot them The God the English serve doth so distracted them Their Beads nor holy water can't protect them that now the Proverb ends as it began 'tis thought a fart will fright an Irish man Pope. This is distasteful news but canst thou tell What factious Spirits do in England devil. Devil. Few of your Party they are go as wide As most report and mad on t'other side There all your Books and Beads are counted toys Altars and Tapers are pulled down by boy's Discord they say doth so possess the Land 'Tis thought they will not let the Organs stand The clean washed Surples which our Priests put on There is the smock o'th' Whore of Babylon And I have had report by those have seen them They break the windows 'cause the Saints are in them There Pope you must expect a certain loss A Tailor must not sit with legs on cross But straight he's set by'th heels, (it is a sign Of Ceremony only not Divine) The great grand Bishop there your Popeships cousin Is in the Tower, there's 13. to the dozen I wonder by what Spirit they are led They sent a man to me without a head The t'other day but therein they did well For were it on 'tis thought 'twould trouble Hell Cum Privilegio's out of date, they cry In every street what new Book will you buy Come buy a book oath Bishop of Canterbury And with his missery they make them merry Mitres are banished, and some hope to see 4. Cornered Caps will now be brought to 3. Pope. Prithee not more this news doth quite distracted me And I shall sown unless thy help protect me There is no hope that Nation is far go Whom neither Pope nor Devil can work upon. Devil. They are distracted? to) brother 'gainst Brother, Friend against Friend one Neighbour against another But this will not last long; they are happy men And soon 'tIS thought will settle Peace again Pope. Why then let's given them over let us save Free from their Power those Catholics we have There is no hopes in Scotland, there they be Confirmed too sure in a fraternity Therefore at this time leave me. Pluto. Pope farewell. Pope. I to my Chamber go. Pluto. And I to Hell. You've heard their disputation and may see How much to us the Pope's an Enemy The Devil to; tis likely that we shall Be happy if we seek not our own fall: The World doth know we live in dangerous times Let every good man then purge his own crimes For my own part I wish a general Health To our most gracious King and Commonwealth If each true Protestant wish thus I hope They'le shun the Devil as they slight the Pope. FINIS.