PETERS' RESURRECTION, By way of DIALOGUE Between Him and a Merchant: OCCASIONED Upon the Publishing a pretended Sermon at his Funeral; wherein is affirmed those say of Machiavelli.  Machiavelli Lib. 3. Cap. 2. Vers. 6. 
All men were born to play their Game.  Lib. 5. Cap. 8. Vers. 12. 
The whole world is but a Cheat.  
LONDON, Printed in the Year, 1659.   

PETER'S RESURRECTION.  Peter's. 
FRIEND?  (Strikes the Merchant on the shoulder.) Merchant. 
Thou art mistaken, I am no friend of thine; get thee to those of thy Congregation, thy infernal friends.  Pet. 
Dost not know me?  Merch. 
I think I have seen a thing like thee, when it lived; a good Witty Fellow, and a Holder forth.  Pet. 
I am Hugh Peter's.  Merch. 
Thou hast had many Hues, but this is the worst Hue that ever I saw thee in.  Pet. 
Prithee be ingenuous, what causeth this distance?  Merch. 
I know thou ever hadst a cloven Tongue, hast thou no cloven Feet? art a man, fl●sh, blood and bone, that we may drink, coverse, and be familiar?  Pet. 
Dost doubt it? give me thy hand.  Merch. 
Hold there, we are not so familiar yet; lead on to the Ship, and we'll dispute further.  Pet. 
Boy, a Room, and some Wine, presently?  Boy. 
What Wine do you drink Gentlemen?  Pet. 
What Wine do we drink? why goodman Coxcomb, you see we have none to drink.  Boy. 
But what wine have you a mind to drink?  Pet. 
I, now thou sayest something; why—  Merch. 
No matter what, so it be the coolest in the Cellar, for this Gentleman came from a hot place lately.  Boy. 
A glass of White? you shall Gentlemen.  Pet. 
But I say I won't Sirrah, bring a glass of Sack.  Merch. 
That's best indeed for one overheated; it is the Footboys Physic.  Pet. 
And now, and now your meaning?  Pet. 
That's no strange thing, 'tis not the first time I have been dead, nor the last time I shall go to Hell, I have another journey to make thither yet.  Merch. 
I hope thou'lt go alone, and bid a Pox on thy company.  Pet. 
If I go without thee I shall miss my way; the last time I went thither, I was accompanied with all sorts and kinds of Merchants, especially the Turkey.  Merch. 
Thou knowst the old saying (Hugh) the Turk and the Devil are in continual league; I hope you had no Maligo Merchants with you?  Pet. 
Why, that then?  Merch. 
I should think the worse of their Wine as long as I lived after.  Pet. 
Is that all? what's this to our coming hither? prithee either draw the manner of thy amazement to a conclusion, or ply thy drinking, for thou knowest that Time and Tide, etc. and I have business.  Merch. 
I have bestowed a Groat upon thee Hugh.  Pet. 
Would all the Merchants in Europe would do the like. But how upon me?  Merch. 
Thy funeral Sermon Hugh, drawn as thou see it, with sable lines.  Shows it him. Pet. 
Has the fellow spoke well of me? I hope I have escaped that curse of being spoke well on.  Merch. 
Well Hugh, when thou dost take an occasion to die once in earnest, as thou hast died like a Red-bullion many a time in jest, I wish thou may'st never be better spoken of.  Pet, 
I fear the fellow hath done me wrong; I prithee hand it hither.  Merch. 
Wrong! no, he hath done thee right, as much right as heart could wish, for thou knowst, Hugh, he that hath an ill name, is half hanged.  Pet. 
No matter for Report, so I escape the thing; I'll lose a finger to save a hand at any time; would not you do the like?  Merch. 
What I would do is not, but what you have done is the question; and here he hath displayed you in your own colours.  Gives him the Book. Pet. 
If he prove a witty knave I shall love him, and fight under his— what's here, Peter his Pattern, or the path way to worldly happiness?— I see Fools will be meddling.  Merch. 
Nay, nay; no fool, no fool, there's no fool like the old fool, Hugh; read and be thankful, it cost thee nothing, spend thy judgement upon it.  Pet. 
That's more than 'tis worth; however to satisfy thee I will take a slight survey of some part of it.  Reads it to himself. Merch. 
Nay, nay, read out Hugh, be not ashamed of thy, own Picture; 'tis as like thee—  Pet. 
As Chalk is to Cheese, or Cheese to Onions; truly the Man means well, and offers fair, but I doubt would lose his Bets if a man should take him up; he can be no good Bowler that holds his Bias the wrong way; besides, his often rubs will make him fall short of the jack, if he aims at it.  Merch. 
No Sir, no, 'tis not Presbyters jack, but Peter's his jackquet that he drives at, and therefore smother not the Gentleman's conceit, but read on without wincing or kicking; if thou be'st a Wir, show thyself a friend to Wit.  Pet. 
I can guests by the foot of Hercules, the whole proportion of his Body, and therefore will pocket up this Pamphlet as thy gift, and at another time will tell thee my opinion on't.  Merch. 
And that will be far remote from the desert of the Gentleman, or my desire, and so we'll break off.  Pet. 
Nay hold, now we are in, let's be in for Ale and Cakes as the saying is, I'll tell thee what.  Merch. 
What will thou te●l me? some stolen Tale of thy journey to Hell, and thy entertainment there.  Pet. 
No such matter, 'tis wide of my thoughts; you see (Friend) that several things are daily cast upon me many leagues from my knowledge or apprehension, so that I am become the Town talk; Now since we, are met, and Friends, I'll turn my inside outwards, that as, I will expose the very secrets of my Soul to thee.  Merch. 
No, Hugh, thou wilt not tell me how many times with the Butcher's wife, nor—  Pet. 
Prithee hold, thou art a wicked Wit, and talk'st thou know'st nor what, those are but the off-falls of Wit that cast that upon me, and stink worse than the Butcher's excrements they prate on.  Merch. 
Prithee leave off thy railing, thou art not now in the Pulpit, keep it to these out thy Wit next Sunday, I shall be gone if thou hast nothing else to say forty self.  Pet. 
The fellow that made this book.  Merch. 
That Book sticks in thy stomach still, I prithee out with it, and speak thy last.  Pet. 
Not so neither; I say the Fellow that made this Book.  Merch. 
That Fellow hath no Fellow, put not thy Wit on the Tenters good Hugh, but let me be gone, I sweat to see thee on the rack, if thou hast left thy Wit in thy other hose, tell me so, and I am satisfied, I know thou hast travailed far, St. Albans is a place remote, either come to the point or nothing Hugh.  Pet. 
I am just upon't; this Fellow as I said hath Gusman ad unguem, at his finger's ends.  Merch. 
What then Hugh, what then?  Pet. 
He is much mistaken in me, that wrote the Book.  Merch. 
Again the Book!  Pet. 
For Gusman was an Author I seldom conversed with, yet I very much approve his saying, Let us make the best use of our time, as the principal point to my ensuing discourse.  Merch. 
Would I could here it once.  Pet. 
Have Patience and you shall; I cannot but commend the Gentleman who ever he was, that made use of this saying for his Text, for there is no man so simple or void of reason, not to make use of his time, he that neglects it may die a beggar, and be registered among Gusmans' Fools.  Merch. 
Now thou comest pretty near to the business, and I will hear thee, with much sorrow that thou hast not a greater Auditory; proceed.  Pet. 
Make hay while the Sun shines, take opportunity by the foretop, slip no occasion offered that may bring you in profit; These are your City Maxims, the very Basis upon which you all ground the fabric of your Earthly hopes and happiness, and is justifiable, why then should I be calumniated by a Company of Earthworms, as greedy after worldly gain as the most covetous 
* You must know there are Jews in England.  Jew Christendom.  Merch. 
Now Hugh you out run the Constable, but will be overtaken in time, and your reason set in the stocks, unless you keep closer to your Text, and hold forth your meaning in plainer terms.  Pet. 
Well then I shall come home to your own doors in plain terms, and throw the dirt in your own faces, that your Engines have endeavoured to throw in mine.  Merch. 
That hath been to cool the leprous Itch of thy Zeal, and make thee become a cleanly Christian.  Pet. 
W either doth thy wit run?  Merch. 
Not a Woolgathering Hugh, but to send Hue and Cry after thine.  Pet. 
Well, I shall now go on.  Merch. 
I, do good Hugh, make haste to the end, for I am wearied with the beginning.  Pet. 
I was again thinking upon the saying of Gusman, and the ingenuity of the person that quotes him, Let us make use of our times, etc. the which hath very pertinently put me in mind of another saying in Machaivel, corespondent apted and agreeable to it lib. 3. cap. 2. vers. 6. Where he says, All men were born to play their Game; and in another place, The whole world is but a Cheat.  Merch. 
How will you make that out Hugh?  Pet. 
Very well Merchant, I shall come to you anon; but the first thing I shall insist upon is this, All Men were born to play their Game; now as by Nature we are all supposed to become Gamesters, we ought to look about us, and every Man to play his Cards as well as he can, to which end we ought to understand the variety of Games; I shall give you a brief account of some of them; for the present there is Put,—  Merch. 
That's the Parson's Game.  Pet. 
Gleek, Best, Picket, Primero, Primavisti, the poor Scholar's Game when he is Cloak-less, Leasing-lodam, the Cavaliers Game, Wyning Loadam, Hewsons' Game, Newcut, the Presbyters Game, Cribbage, the Usurer's Game, One and thirty, the Parliaments Game; then there is, Chess, Passage, Noddy, Hazard, which are distinguished thus; Chess, the Statesman's Game, Passage, the Merchant's Game,—  Merch. 
It must be the Pippin-Merchant then.  Pet. 
Noddy, is the Alderman's Game, and Hazard the Soldier's Game.  Merch. 
Nay, now you are out Hugh, for most properly Hazard is the Merchant's Game.  Pet. 
It is any man's Game that hath a mind to it, you know the old saying,—  Merch. 
Thou art made up of nothing, but old say like a Butchers breeches of old shreds.  Pet. 
Thou hast a tongue, and so has a Cal●e that will be incessantly bleating, (the explanation and use of every which Game being very necessary, I shall at another time more fully set forth in every particular) and so to the matter I was upon concerning the Game Hazard, a Learned Author makes use of these words, speaking to a friend of his, Try, it is but a Hazard, in which words are comprehended, timely advice, good counsel and encouragement; Lazarillo the Tormes hath it, I will run the hazard; the wise & reverend Buscon hath the like, when he speaks of his intention to Court the Lady; these words, I will run the hazard, plainly demonstrates both Resolution and Courage: And another Author says, and very well, I have but a life to lose, and I'll venture it, that is, I will Hazard it,—  Merch. 
Hold Hugh, that Author was hanged last Sessions.  Pet. 
Why, then he played his Game ill, and I'll quote him no more, however the words hold, I'll run the Hazard on't, that is, he had but a life to lose, and he adventured it; and some have this saying, I'll hazard a hangi g, but I'll have my ends.  Merch. 
That will be thy end if thou mend'st not thy manners; what a stir dost thou keep about this Hazard, I think thou art turned Buzzard.  Pet. 
'Tis an old saying, Tell a Tale to a Mare and she'll let a— I tell thee, though we are all born to play our Game, we cannot all be Winners, some must be losers, luck's all, as the saying is, he plays well, but his luck's naught, yet we must try, it is but a Hazard, happy be lucky, And now the words happy be lucky, put me in mind of a Story, or rather a Tale.  Merch. 
What is it of Tom Thumb, john Dory, Robin Hood, or a Tale of a Tub that hath no bottom to't.  Pet. 
Merchant I shall wind up mine, though I am none of the weaver's Company; There was a poor, but motherly woman.  Merch. 
All thy dealing is in women, and this being motherly, makes me suspect she bore thee a Bastard.  Pet. 
There's no heed to be given to thy words, thy tongue's no slander; this poor creature I say begged of a Gentleman a penny.  Merch. 
With the Barn, or Child at her Back.  Pet. 
No Merchant, with good words in her mouth.  Merch. 
Did they ever come out? if they did, 'tis more than ever come out of thine since I knew thee.  Pet. 
Thou art possessed I think with the Spirit of Contradiction, prithee hold thy Clack; The Gentleman wishfully▪ looking upon her.  Merch. 
With his Eyes or is Nose.  Pet. 
His Nose had not taken a journey from his face, Merchant; saith he, I wonder woman, you that have so motherly like a Countenance should be so idle to beg, can you find no other way to live by, no an't shall please you quoth she I am very poor, a widow, and have many Children.  Merch. 
I thought 'twould come to that, of thy own begetting I warrant thee, some Truckle that kept thee above ground upon a March.  Pet. 
Thy tongue beats a continual March in my ears, Merchant either hear my Tale, or kiss my—  Merch. 
With a Cart whip, I, and spare not, 'tis not the first time thou hast deserved it.  Pet. 
If every man had his desert, what would become of thee, but i'll mind thee no more, and so to my Tale; quoth the Gentlemen thou seem'st to be a grave Matron, a woman of years,  Merch. 
'Twill be ten before this Tale hath an end, hark you Hugh did he give her any thing or no.  Pet. 
Yes Merchant he gave her brotherly advice, told her there were many she Doctors, or Mountebanks in the Country.  Merch. 
And thou hast been a Pulpit Mountebank almost ever since thy head was no bigger than a Crab.  Pet. 
Thy words are somewhat sour, but I shall not give over for all that.  Merch. 
If thou dost, thou hast lost thy wanted impudence.  Pet. 
I have you in my eye Merchant, and shall pierce you anon, Now says the Gentleman, take my counsel, I will give thee a Receipt, which with these words Hab Nab, Luck's all, with a stroke upon the head, and a blessing or two following, will cure all diseases, with For anter I, For anter no. words of power and efficacy, administer it inward or outward, it will do no more harm, than cream will do a Cat; Bless your worship quoth she, and so they parted. It happened not long after, the same Gentleman being at dinner, had unfortunately a fish-bone stuck cross his Throat, which very much troubled him, and sending up and down the Country for help, many she Mountebanks came, but none could ease him, at last quoth the Man of the House, there is a woman not far off hath done a great many excellent cures, and if you please I shall send for her; upon which she came, who laying her hand upon the head of the Patient with a blessing or two cries out for For anter I, For anter no, Hab Nab the word, and luck all, at which the Gentleman remembering the words he had taught her, burst out into a such a laughter, that the bone broke in his throat, he eased and cured, and she famous many years after, and so I say we must try, and not happy be lucky; and not like one of Guzman's fools stand staring about with finger in mouth, while another that minds his Game pick's his pocket; he must be vigilant as well as venturous, he must employ his Talon be what it will to his best advantage.  Merch. 
As thou hast done the Talon of thy Tongue an hour at least to no purpose, is thy glass out yet?  Pet. 
I say we must venture our small Talon, that is, bestir ourselves in the affairs of this world, run the hazard of our Fortunes, and not sit still like Sots, expecting help from the Clouds, because of that saying, When the Sky falls we shall have Larks, when you know there is another saying, While the Grass grows the Steed starves.  
He must be Madman or a Fool at least,  
That starves himself with hoping for a Feast.  
As a worthy Author hath it; yet you know there is another saying, If it were not for hope the heart would break; and again, He that is without hope, is without comfort; therefore we must venture, and hope the best; we must venture, let it be what it will: a Cat, a Dog, or any living Pig, as the saying is; again, nothing venture, nothing have. Now it is to be noted that there is no man so ill befriended by the world that he hath nothing to venture, or more properly to hazard; Whittington had his Cat and became Lord-Mayor of your City; Hewson old Shoes, and is become the Lord knows what; Pride his Slings and Leather Jackquet; Barkstead his Thimbles.  Merch. 
And thou thy Conscience.  Pet. 
Thy Tongue's out of tune, wouldst thou have me venture that I never had? My Noble Patron whose memory is dear and precious to me, hazarding but one small spot of Land, won three Kingdoms.  Merch. 
I, Hugh, but I have heard your Patron, as you call him, was but a foul Gamester, and so it thrived with him, for what he so craftily got, his sons have as simply lost.  Pet. 
But for all that the Man han't his Mare again; the truth on't is, the sons were not so well skilled at Hazard as their father, and so fell to Put, which they being forced to, were out, and lost all; but however, as I told you, every one plays his Game; now let it be what it will, he Plays best that Wins, let it be by fair Play, or by fowl, or as the saying is, by Hook or by Crook, be it his Right, be it his wrong; And so you see Merchant that I have made it out, all men were born to play their Game; such as Winifrid are Machiavels Disciples, persons endowed with subtlety, and foresight; and such as lose are none but Guzman's fools, that stand blowing their fingers while they lose their part of their broth; for, it is better to be a rich Knave, than a poor Fool.  Merch. 
I commend thee Hugh, thou speakest well for thyself, but how dost thou prove that the whole World is a Cheat?  Pet. 
That follows by consequence, and I have partly set it forth before, if you did apprehend me, there is no man that goes to play, or game, but hopes he shall win; now the resolute man must and wish win, what he cannot get by fair, he will by foul play, what low Fullam cannot do, high Fullam must, Maxwell to his Wife, Lib. 1. Chap. 2. Verse 4. the excellent use of which two Skeleton instruments, are dexteriously set forth by a learned and judicious Author, read Scarborough upon Maxwel and his Wife, and you may also cast your eye upon Quarles that quotes both Scarborough and Maxwell, and others that Comment upon them all; I could muster almost an Army of known Authors, that will justify that there rests such a subtle faculty in those blessed bare bones, that once thrown out of a man's hand with Alacrity, they shall out run, that is, cheat both City and Country; Now I confess there are sundry other instruments, in another way, according to their several conditions and qualities, that infer and promote the Worshipful Trade of cheating besides Costermongers and Canters, as in down right terms, for all thou art my friend, thou art no better than a cheat.  Merch. 
How, a Cheat?— Boy, fetch me a Sergeant,— I will have you know I live by my Reputation; I'll make you make your words good.  Pet. 
That's easily done, Tell me, and be clear, if thou canst bona-fide, what Citizens, Merchant, or Tradesman, dost thou know unacquainted, or rather not inspired with these four Gifts.  
Lying, Cozening,  
Covetousness, and Hypocrisy.  
Especially the two first, those inseparable Companions Lying and Cozening; lying is as necessary as breathe to your well-being; let a man come to any of your Houses, Cellars, or Shops, to barter for any commodities whatsoever, from the Merchant to the Mercer, from the Mercer to the Draper, etc. and bid what in reason it is conceived to be worth, strait way you enter into Dialogue with the Devil, and he teacheth you what to say, I protest Sir you do not bid me the rate or price it cost me; or indeed you are far wide of the price; or I protest, if one Christian may believe another, (when the Devil a Christian is amongst you) I would it were in my heart if it cost me so, or I paid so for't: and it is true, for it commonly falls out he bids you more, and having bought it, and the deceit by some other being discovered) for 'tis certain you cannot give one another a good word) all the revenge the deceived party hath is to cry out, what a base Lying Cozening Knave was this; Nay I have known some of you that have protested they could not thrive, the times were so bad, unless they stretch out an oath now and then, and for Lying it stood as the fore man of their Shop to draw in Custom. If a young heir (in expectation) come to Town, and lighteth into ill company, (as that he cannot escape) there are so many lie in Ambuscade to catch him up for a Waif or Stray, as belonging to the Lordships or Manors of Dog-yard, Sodam. Crosslane or Duck-lane,  Merch. 
Where thou hast baited the Whore of Babylon even to death many a time.  Peter's. 
No Merchant, I leave that to your Cashieres, who are bound to cheat you as well as you do others: and this young heir, as I was saying, through his excess and prodigality in such company, comes to want money, and is to seek for it, strait, one of your Engines, that is, his mad Companions, starts up, I have a friend, says he, a Merchant, Mercer, Draper, Goldsmith, or Jeweller, (according as the Gang are acquainted) that shall furnish thee with such Commodities shall bring in money boy, 'tis but giving a Bond under thy hand to pay so much when thy father dies, and when &c. hang it, 'tis nothing: which commodities never yield the third part of what they are to pay for them; let any ask you how you can have the conscience to do such ill acts, you answer, if they pay me, I cheat them, but if they never pay me they cheat me. But sometimes Bills in Equity are brought against you, after the fools have recovered their senses, & then you are cozened of your expectation, and in spite of your teeth must be content to take the bare worth of your commodity, and you remain Vermine, if not Cheats upon Record. What combinations are daily held between the Tailor, Drapet and Mercer, the like between the Merchant and Vintner to cheat us all, and yet you will cry out whore first. I could insist upon other particulars, but too much of one thing is good for nothing; and so I end as I begun, Make hay while the Sun shines; 'tis good advice, every day is not Sunday; that is, every day is not a Summer's day, only this by way of Parenthesis, and to make up my matter, in answer to the several Cheats, you have put upon poor Country men, let me ask you what is become of your Charter? a word to the wise is sufficient, and a fools boult is soon shot; Thus you may see many things may happen between the Cup and the Lip, and so I conclude, Make use of your Time; Need makes the old Wife Trot, better late thrive than never, a little money will serve to pay a small Lays down Reckoning, and so Vale, Vale. his money.  Merch. 
Nay Hugh prithee be a good fellow for once, stay and take the other Glass.  
FINIS.