The holy Sister's Conspiracy against their Husbands, and the City of London, designed at their last Farewell of their Meeting-houses in Coleman-street;  
Together with their Psalm of Mercy.  Sarah an old Schismatic holds forth. 
DEarly beloved sister! shear met together in fear, I beseech you let us hold forth our gifts (for the mutual Information and Edification of one another) in a spiritual and holy discourse, as not knowing otherwise, but that this may be the last time, that ever we shall meet together in this place in peace.  Joanna. 
Why! Sister, what cause have you to suspect that we shall not meet together here at another time, as we have been wont to do for many years?  Deborah. 
The wicked and Reprobate about the City say, that the Man in Power at Whitehall, whom they call their King, has put forth a Proclamation the other day, to put down and put by all our Meeting-houses and Meetings for the future; because some of our Brethren being lately moved by the spirit, obeyed the holy Call, and contended for our Christian Liberty in the streets, as loyal subjects of our King Jesus; In whose name they cut off some wicked members, that opposed them in the names of God and Kings Charles, as they wickedly said.  Ruth. 
Truly sisters! As I was selling of Lace in Cheapside the other day, there came a great Company together on Horseback, and read a Paper to that effect; whereupon I told my sister Abigail of the sad news; who went with me to our sister Prudence at the Bullhead; where we sweetened our sorrow with a pint of  Claret, and remembered the Saints in prison (our Father Know—, and the rest of our Brethren and Sisters,) whom that man of Sin (that they call their Lord Mayor Brown) hath wickedly committed.  Abigail. 
Yea! It is very true; but you forgot one thing, sister Ruth; that is, the great fervency and love, that our sister Prudence shown to us, who brought us in an halfpenny Roll to sop in the wine upon her own charge; which you promised to communicate at our next meeting, that the thanks of the Congregation might be returned to her for her Christian and sisterly bounty.  Prudence. 
It was not so much worth indeed, good Sisters! that I deserve any thanks for it. But verily, I have been much cast down in my spirit, ever since I heard, that our harmless and innocent meetings should be stopped and prevented, and that we should be debarred of the sweet fellowship and communion of our dearly beloved brethren; of whose sufferings we ought to be fellow-feelers now in the time of their captivity, as they have added much to our consolation in the time of their Liberty.  Bathsheba. 
In truth, Sisters, I have much felt the sweetness of our brethren's love, and been comforted by their gifts and abilities many a time. Oh! what a holy man is our Brother Iv—! the Cheese monger; who was always so meekly and lowly minded, that for the supply of the inward wants of any of us, would not disdain to fall on his face, and zealously embrace us in the arms of his servant affection; which hath been the cause by constant usage, that his Nose stands awry, after the similitude of our old Father Cans.  Agatha. 
And I can say by good experience, that if we be obstructed hence forward in our zealous way, I shall lose the precious and balmy salutations of our brother H— the Printer; whose breathe and pant have been always very cordial and comfortable to me, and made such deep Impressions upon my sanctified heart, that they have made me very fruitful, and zealous of his good works; but if I now be deprived of his holy Seed, I fear, I shall decline in the spiritual way of our fructification, and bring forth only fruits meet for penance and grief.  Hester. 
Verily for my part I say unto you, that the man (according to the flesh,) whom I fond and idly took to be my Husband in the days of my youthful vanities, hath proved a mere Jew unto me, and will not give me that due benevolence, which we are taught in our holy Scriptures, is owing from the Male to the Female; And therefore since he is one of the Reprobates, and also one that loves the superstitious shirt, better than my hallowed and purified Smock, I am resolved (in despite of all opposition) to follow the godly Exhortations & Motives of that holy man of God Mr. Feake; and if I cannot have my liberty of Conscience with a Brother in our public Meeting-place, I will seek after his Fellowship and Membership in a Corner, like the persecuted Saints of old; who lived in Dens and Caverns of the earth, rather than they would not enjoy their liberty of Conscience.  Patience. 
What! shall not our Brethren in the fear of the Lord hold forth unto us, and make us partakers of those good gifts, that they have received, and can fully and freely administer unto us for the relief of our needs and necessities? Shall all our Potato pies, our Calves-foot pies, our Jellies, and cordial Broths (besides those little Drachms and Scruples of Spirits) be all suspended and laid aside; which inflamed our zeals, and provoked us to conjunction and union one with another in an holy fear? No, no, I'll turn my Patience into fury, and rather than be kept from the sweet and delightful enjoyments of those felicities, I will break the Commandments of ten thousand Proclamations, let them exclaim as loud as they will! What! are not the Creatures common for us Saints, and shall we (like drowsy and cowardly fools) be scared and terrified out of our Comforts, by a little paper-stuff? No, no, my Husband's Silks and Satins shall fly for it, but I'll keep up our Prerogatives; which have been so piously contended for by all our Brethren beyond the Seas for many years, and for which the Saints of late lost their lives, and more will follow er're it be long, if the Reprobates should prevail against us; which I hope they never shall be able, till we have utterly destroyed them upon the face of the earth.  Charity. 
In good sooth, sister Patience, I concur with you in opinion; And I further add somewhat of mine own, That I hold it both unnatural and unreasonable, that if we were no more than rational creatures, (as we are not) we should have less freedom and liberty in congregating together with holy men, than is permitted in the order of Nature to mere bruit Beasts and Fowl (which have no understanding) to gather themselves into sociable herds and flocks, and do those things in common one with another, as their appetites incite them; Much more therefore since that we are Saints, and pure and holy Sisters of the Brethren, (who are perfect and righteous men) should we have in charity our free and absolute permission and toleration to do what we will; for as much as the Brethren go the right way to work with us, and do not tempt us to folly and filthiness, as the carnal and sinful men of the world use to do with the rest of our unsanctified Sex; but what they do to us, they do it with sobriety and discretion, and in pure love and affection, that they may raise up an holy Generation of young Saints; who may only know their Fathers after the spirit and not after the flesh; (as the children of the world do,) though there were twenty of the Brethren contributing to the begetting of one little Saint; For Charity is the bond of all perfection, and love is the fulfilling of the law; And therefore if a Brother and Sister be spiritually moved, and inclined in an holy love and charitable respect to propagate and increase the number of the faithful, no time or place or persons ought to restrain or bar them from doing so good a work. Wherefore my opinion is, that the Proclamation is not binding of us in Charity, Religion and Conscience; nor is there any carnal power above the privileges of us Saints: And therefore I will never submit to it, as long as I breath.  Faith. 
Good sister, I believe you to be in the right; and as our sister Rebecca hath often expounded to us the word, I am confirmed, that we are above all principalities and Powers in the world (except the powers of darkness,) and shall bring them all into subjection under our feet. And therefore we will meet with our beloved Brethren, though it be at the Gallows, rather than we will lose their brotherly communion; and if any of those wicked men, (which call themselves our Husbands,) will not give us way to do as we list, but shall seek to control and require us to go along with them to their Steeple-houses, and conform ourselves to their Baal's Priests, we will forsake and leave their wicked company, and betake us to our brethren's Copulation and Conjunction with us, where and when and how, the spirit shall move us to it.  Temperance. 
This is very fine indeed! What must we meet no more together forsooth? But we will by my consent, in despite of all the Train Bands of the City! A Proclamation! Out upon it! 'tis but one of the Bulls of the Whore of Babylon, and shall we be frighted and disheartened by a little Paper-Bull, that fear not, nor stand in awe of the great Bulls of Bashan, our husbands! Come, come, Sisters, let us make a collection, and provide a stock for our religious brethren, who now suffer persecution for their Conscience sake, that their bonds may be made easy to them, and the rigour of their Keepers taken off; that since we cannot enjoy them with us here in freedom, they may freely enjoy us with them in their restraints and confinements. For which purpose, the Foreman of our shop hath already progged for me (unknown to his wicked Master) this bag of money; And rather than our Brethren shall want, my servants shall coarse it, and course it over and over with me, so as they will but proll from their Master secretly, that which his Nabal like and churlish worldly mindedness will not freely let me have for the relief of our poor brethren.  Rebecca. 
Ah good sister Temperance, you are piously disposed! Hold close to that good resolution, and never fall back from it with any persuasion of that evil minded man, your carnal and ungodly Husband. All that he hath is yours, and for our common good; And therefore it is no iniquity for you to do what you will, so as thereby you promote the welfare of our brethren, though it tend to the breaking and bringing down the rebellious and stubborn heart of your unsanctified Husband; for whom you must not reserve in the least corner of your soul any affection or love; since he is a reprobate to our Faith, and an enemy to the Saints; and it's no matter at all what becomes of him.  Constance. 
Though, sisters, you can ruzzle up and down in your silks and rich attire, and I am but a poor footer of stockings, yet my bolt may be as soon shot, as yours, and to as good a purpose! I say this; That it is best for us all to be as wary as we can. For my own part, I am now grown old, and cannot do, as I was wont, the mark being quite out of my mouth, as they profanely say: But if my blood was as quick and active (as some of yours is, and it hath been in my younger days) I would adventure to do more than now I can, or can be expected from me. I tell you, sisters, that I conceive it will be best for us to follow the advice and exhortation of our brother Venner, & to cut the throats of such of our Husbands, as are Kinglings for the Man in Power, and Enemies to the Brethren. As for my part, I have an old rigid Presbyterian to my Husband, who night and day calls me Schismatic and Fanatic, and Whore, and Jade, and Bawd to the sanctified Whores (meaning all you my dear sisters,) but for myself, I value not his words, if there was any great matter of truth in them; only I will be avenged upon him for your sakes, whose holy names and persons, he doth so wickedly slander; And therefore it shall not belong ere I do him a courtesy, and send him to his long home: And if you will ever be free, you must all do the like, that are under the Curse of such ungracious Reprobates.  Innocence. 
I am fully convinced, that my Sister Constance hath moved to the purpose, and it will be best for us all to take her Counsel, and put it in present and speedy execution, that we may set up our Monarchy with all expedition.  All of them in a ribble-rabble, 
Agreed, agreed! we'll fire the City too, rather than we will not have our wills. And therefore let us take our Farewell of this our Meeting-place at this time; only let us sing a Psalm of mercy to the praise of our King, composed by our Father Feake for our Edification and Instruction, before we depart.  

A Psalm of Mercy.  Usula, (who cries ●nds of Gold and Silver) read's, and all the Sisters sing. 
To the Tune of, Now thanks to the Powers below!  Sing it in the Nose. 

WHat a Reprobate Crew is here,  
Who will not have Jesus Reign?  
But send all our Saints  
To Bonds and Restraints,  
And kill'um again and again?  
Let's rise in an holy fear,  
And fight for our heavenly King;  
We will ha'no power  
But Vane in the Tower  
To Rule us in any thing!  
Come Sisters, and sing  
An Hymn to our King,  
Who sitteth on high Degree;  
The Men at White-Hall,  
And the wicked shall fall,  
And hay, than up go We.  
A Match, quoth my sister Joyce;  
Contented, quoth Rachel too;  
Quoth, Abigail, yea, and Faith, verily,  
And Charity, let it be so.  
Our Monarchy is the Fift,  
Shall last for a Thousand years;  
O'th' wicked on earth  
There shall be a dearth,  
When Jesus himself appears!  
And we are the Babes of Grace,  
The fruits of an holy Seed;  
For old Father Cann  
(That Reverend man,)  
Begat us in Word and Deed.  
The earth is our own,  
For Title there's none,  
But in the right Heirs of Zion;  
Then let us be free,  
For verily we  
No King ha' but Judah's Lion.  
'Tis verity, quoth old Joan,  
And Sooth, quoth my sister Pru,  
'Tis manifest truth, quoth mortified Ruth,  
And the Gospel is so, says Su.   

The Bishops and Bells shall down,  
For we have an holy Call;  
The Saints are beyond  
All Order and Bond  
Of duty to Priests of Baal.  
Their Pipes and Organs too,  
Their superstitious Shirt,  
Their Canons and Bulls,  
(To cousin poor Gulls,)  
we'll trample 'em in the Dirt.  
No Ordinance shall  
Command us at all,  
For we are above their thrall.  
We care not a Straw  
For Reason or Law;  
For Conscience is all in all.  
Ay marry, quoth Agatha,  
And Temperance, eke also,  
Quoth Hanna, it's just, and Mary it must  
And shall be, quoth Grace, I trow.   

The Steeplehouse Lands are ours,  
Kings, Queens, Delinquents too,  
And James'es' and all  
The Court at Whitehall,  
And  also.  
For The'balds it is our right,  
And Marrow-bone-Park to boot,  
And Eltham's our own,  
At Endfield there's none,  
But ourselves that shall grub a root.  
And Greenwich shall be  
For Tenements, free  
For Saints to possess Pell-well.  
And where all the Sport  
Is at Hampton Court,  
Shall be for ourselves to dwell.  
'Tis blessed, quoth Bathsheba,  
And Clemence, w' ar'all agreed;  
'Tis right, quoth Gartrude, and fit says sweet Judas.  
And Thomasine, yea, indeed.  
For Husbands we will have none,  
But Brothers in purity;  
We will not be Wives  
And tie up our Lives  
To Villainous slavery;  
But couple in love and fear;  
When moved by the spirit to it;  
For there is no sin  
To let a Saint in,  
When he has the grace to do it,  
And thus are we taught,  
No folly is wrought,  
When Brothers will exercise.  
Both Kiffin and Hills  
(No Printer of Bills)  
Have proved it in ample wise.  
'Tis true quoth Elizabeth,  
And 'tis very good, quoth Pris,  
And Aquila too will have it be so,  
And so will my sister Sis.   

What though the King Proclaim's  
Our Meetings no more shall be;  
In private we may  
Hold forth the right way,  
And be, as we should be, free;  
Our Husbands we'll make believe;  
We go but to take the air,  
Or visit a Nurse,  
And lighten their Purse  
With a little dissembling Prayer.  
Or if they be cross,  
(Let 'em stand to the loss)  
we'll tempt our Apprentices,  
(By writing a Dash,  
To cousin the Cash,)  
And make 'em mere novices.  
Oh very well said, quoth Con,  
And so will I do, says Franck.  
And Mercy cries I, and Mat, really,  
And I'm o' that mind, quoth Thank.   

we'll cut off the wicked Rout,  
And bathe us all in their Bloods;  
Their Houses and Land  
we'll have at Command.  
And common upon their Goods;  
No mortal King nor Priest,  
No Lord, nor Duke we'll have,  
we'll grind 'em to Grist,  
And live as we list,  
And we will do wonders brave;  
Come Dorcos and Cloe,  
With Lois and Zoe,  
Young Letice and Beterice and Jane,  
Phill, Dorothy, Maud,  
Come troup it abroad,  
For now is our time to reign.  
Sa, sa, quoth my sister Bab,  
And Kill 'em, quoth Margery;  
Spare none, cry's old Tib, no quarter says Sib  
And hey! for our Monarchy.   

Let's all take the Sacrament,  
That we to each other be true,  
And kill without pity  
In Country and City,  
The wicked ungodly Crew.  
we'll favour no Sex, nor Age,  
No quality, nor degree;  
But all shall to Pot,  
Both English and Scot,  
That hinder our Liberty.  
The Mayor of the Town,  
(That terrible Brown,)  
And Cox and the Captains all,  
we'll torture and slay  
In a merciless way,  
And mince 'em, like herbs, as small.  
Ay, That is the way quoth Emm,  
Quoth Phoebe, we conquer shall;  
Says Lucy, 'tis well; quoth Jylian and Nell,  
'twill make us amends for all.   

A Loyal Wish.  
What Faith, Hope, and Charity,  
fanatics in Truth profess,  
By Germanie's Woe,  
And our Rebels 
* or, Sisters, utrum, horum, harum  here too,  
Well may we do more, than guess;  
Th' ar' just like the Gadarens Swine,  
Which the Devils did drive and bewitch!  
An herd, set on evil,  
Will run to the Devil,  
And's Dam, when their 
* Brains  ●a●les do itch:  
Then let 'em run on!  
Says Ned, Tom, and John:  
Ay! let 'em be hanged quoth Mun!  
theyar' mine! quoth old Nick,  
And take 'em says Dick,  
And welcome! quoth worshipful Dun.  
And God bless King Charles, quoth George,  
And save him, says Simon and Sill,  
I, I, quoth old Cole, and each loyal Soul,  
And Amen, and Amen, cry's Will.   

The honest men's Resolution.  
But what, shall we do with our Wives,  
That fisk up and down the Town?  
And one is for Bowls,  
And t'other for Knowles,  
But all against Cox and Brown?  
They cheat us all with their looks,  
And snivel and snot by wrote!  
And nothing but squeak,  
For Venner and Feake,  
And for a Laced Morning-Coate.  
For such a Belldam  
Says Sylas and Sam,  
Let's have an Italian Lock!  
No, no! It's fare better,  
Quoth Robin and Peter,  
To take 'em all down i'th' Dock!  
But that will not do, says Nump,  
Then nothing, says Roger and Ralph!  
Let's lay 'em, says not, and splay 'em, say 's Wat,  
And then we shall make 'em safe.  
But, Faith, ye ar'all out o'th' way!  
The Sisters have such a Trick!  
No Instrument will.  
Seclude 'em from ill,  
But still against P—'s, they'll Kick.  
What shall we do then? quoth Hal,  
Let's cope up their Lechery!  
Says Rowland, we may,  
Be Masters, that way.  
But 'twill not last long, quoth, 
* Theophilus  The.  
What shall we do then,  
Quoth Cuthbert and Ben.  
Let's do 'em like men, quoth Dan,  
Let's fill up their Chincks.  
Says Mystical Sphinx,  
Quoth Taffie, then I'm your man!  
And I am as cut, quoth God,  
And Jenkin, Me vat-a-whe.  
Ap Howel, It's true, and Morgan and Hugh  
Y'Cambrie, Dieu, Dalth-a-whe.     

Printed by T. M. 1661.