THE JOVIAL CREW, OR, The Devil turned RANTER: Being a Character of The roaring Ranters of these Times.  
Represented in a COMEDY, CONTAINING A true Discovery of the cursed Conversations, prodigious Pranks, monstrous Meetings, private Performances, rude Revellings, garrulous Greetings, impious and incorrigible Deporements of a Sect (lately sprung up amongst us) called Ranters.  
Their Names sorted to their several Natures, and both lively presented in Action.  
London: Printed for W. Ley. 1651.   

 depiction of the devil's chariot rolling over Britain 

The Prologue.  
Bedlam broke lose? yes, Hell is opened too:  
Madmen, & Fiends, & Harpies to your view  
We do present: but who shall cure the Tumour?  
All the world now is in the Ranting Humour.     

THE PERSONS.  

Apostatus, sometime an Episcoparian, a Scholar.  
Violentus a Painter.  
Dose an Apothecary.  
Pigwidgin a Tailor.  
Robustio a Soldier.  
Asinego a Gentleman.  
Pandorsus Agent for the Devil.  
Lucifer.  
Mrs. Minks wife to Apostatus.  
Mrs. Wriggle wife to Pigwidgin.  
Mrs. Fulsome a Widow.  
Mrs. Incorrigible wife to Violentus.  
Mrs. Crave-drink wife to Dose  
Mrs. Dissimulatio wife to Asinego.  
Mrs. All-prate a Seaman's wife, her husband absent.  
Mrs. Idlesby, Mrs. Doe-little, citizens wives.  
Horn, Byas, their husbands.  
Sycophanti a Vintner.  
Spolario a Drawer.  
A Constable.  
A Watch.  
Clink Keeper of Finsbury.  
A Beadle and Officers.   
The Scene, LONDON.   

THE JOVIAL CREW, OR The Devil turned RANTER.  

ACT. I. SCENE I  Enter Apostatus, Dose, his head bound about with a Napkin bloody. Apost. 
Where in the name of Priscian hast thou been, thou sanguine syring-man?  Dose. 
Oh this wicked world! I'll tell you Sir the story: This cap you see (pointing to his head) covers a cruel wound. I yesternight met with a crew of those, who talk of heaven, and of a place of torment, to whom when I began to preach our Doctrine, one of the company with a pewter pot struck me upon the head with all his might.  Apost. 
Alas poor Dose, there's no such strong necessity for to divulge our Doctrine in all companies.  Dose. 
That men should be such fools, to opinion their own arms, tie their own legs, and propose such strange nothings to themselves, on purpose for to keep themselves in awe. When would they but perceive their happiness, both this world and the next is solely theirs; nor can they lose their way although they would.  Apost. 
No more of this at present (my dear Doses) thou knowst, though by our only sacred Laws, every man's wife must be at his friends use, yet Pigwidgin the Tailor thwarts our custom; he is content to rant with other women, but to expose his own Spouse he denies; now have I plotted for to circumvent him: Thou know'st we meet anon at Sychophantios, where while (as is our use) we drink and roar, step thou home and bring thence some sleepy potion, which I'll infuse into his cup: so while he steeps, I'll use his wife before him, 'twill be rare sport.  Dose; 
With all my heart, 'tis a work meritorious: we must sometimes save souls against their wills! Oh here are all the Gang.—  Enter the Devil and Pandorses. Devil. 
How now Pan, where hast thou been my dear Pandorses.  Pandorses. 
My much admired Master, I am but now come from my sad employment, I am so wearied and tired with ranting it, that I am not myself, so consequently yours.  Diu. 
Why, what hast done for our infernal grace? prithee report, do they increase and multiply?  Pan. 
Most reverend Devil, I have obtained in your behalf the choice of all the Town, as Citizens wives, and others that will be led away, and there improved much.  Devil. 
I must confess my most obsequious Ningle, thou hast behaved thyself and our affairs with admirable diligence, and for thy pains, thou shalt obtain my favour for thy gains.  Pan. 
Pray Sir your approbation.  Diu. 
I have surveyed the Universe, as France, Spain, and Italy, yet cannot parallel the Ranters of this our English Climate; I've blinded them with pleasures of this world, by putting on a mask of Religion to make't not sin, that makes my proselytes run headlong down to the infernal lake, where Cerberus transports them to their supposed joy, where yet at last, into infernal flames at length they're cast.  Pan. 
A good reward for such servants.  Diu. 
But prithee Pan, let me see how they improve, let's have one merry Jig before we depart.  Pan. 
Please you great Sir you shall.  Enter Violentus, Pigwidgin, Asinego, Robustio; Mrs. Minks, Mrs. Wriggle, Mrs. Fulsome, Mrs. Crave-drink, Mrs. Dissimulatio, Mrs. All-prate, Mrs. Incorrigible, singing in Chorus, and dancing Violen. 
Come away, make no delay, of mirth we are no scanters,  Pigwi. 
Dance and sing all in a Ring, for we are Jovial Ranters.  Assine. 
Let fearful souls refuse their bowls,  
And tremble for to tipple:  Robu. 
Let moon-men fear to domineer,  
And halt before a Cripple.  Chor. 
Come away, make no delay, of mirth we are no scanters,  
Dance and sing all in a Ring, for we are Jovial Ranters.  Apost. 
No hell we dread when we are dead,  
No Gorgon nor no Fury:  Dose; 
And while we live, we'll drink and—  
In spite of Judge or Jury.  Miu; 
Come on my Boys, receive your joys,  
And take your fill of pleasure,  Incori. 
Shoot for shoot, away let's doo'r,  
But we must have our measure.  Fulso. 
All lie down, as in a swoon,  
to have a pleasing Vision.  Crave. 
And then rise with bared thighs,  
Who'd fear such sweet incision?  All-pr. 
About, about, ye Jovial rout,  
Dance antic like Hobgobblins;  Chor. 
Drink and roar, and swear and whore,  
But yet no brawls or squobling.  Omnes. 
Come away, make no delay, of mirth we are no scanters,  
Dance and sing all in a Ring, for we are Jovial Ranters.  Pan. 
How like you these mad pranks of these our Jovial Crew?  Diu. 
Most tightly well performed, I have not known the like, let them go on, and for their hire, I will reward them with eternal fire.  Vanish in Thunder. Apost. 
What means this horrid noise? sure 'tis some dire presage of these our horrid actions, yet I hope my dear Associates, this is but the praeludium to our mirth, let's now to Sychophantios.  Assine. 
Where we will drink sweet Wine and strong Tobacco, till we become immortal, there's Philosophy for you.  Apost. 
Away.  
Black night put on thy thickest mists, and try  
For to abscond us from Jove's piercing eye.  Exeunt.  

ACT. II. SCENE I.  Enter Mrs. Idlesby, and Doe-little, two Citizens wives. Idlesby. 
Gossip, if I am not on fire to be acquainted with some of this new Sect, may I want silver-lace for my next petticoat, and be enjoined not to wear so much as a Buckinghamshire edging upon my smocks.  Doe-little. 
And so have I Mrs. Idlesby, without doubt they are a rare Society, lead heavenly lives, nothing but acting good for one another, drinking love-healths, and amorous departments.  Idlesby. 
They are the only people: O what a put●e● our Divines do keep for honesty, honour, and virtuous life! not to make Minotaurs of our gentle husbands; no mirth, no due refreshment must be had, save what our impotent husbands will allow: I am resolved to be of their Religion, and go to heaven the nearest way.  Idlesby. 
A match, then we'll be Convertites together: this very day the prime of all the gang, the chiefest Theologists, and worthiest fisters of all that zealous Tribe are met together at Sychophantios' house, the lime-hound Tavern, shall we go to 'em?  Doe-little. 
With all my heart, jowe my life unto thee for the motion, let's away.  Idlesby. 
The breeches are my own, henceforth I'll rant.  Doe-little. 
No way but this to be predominant.  Exeunt. Enter (as in a Tavern) the whole crew of Ranters, viz. Apostatus, Violentus, Pigwidgin, Robustio, Asinego, Minks, All-prate, Dissimulatio, Fulsome, Incorrigible, Wriggle, Crave-drink. Enter Spolario. Robust. 
Drawer (he knocks) where's your Master Sirrah?  Spolar. 
At hand quoth pickpurse.  Robust. 
Fill me all the empty vessels in the house, I'll except none, with pure and sparkling Racy.  Spolar. 
chamberpots and all Sir?  Robust. 
Out Rogue, jeer me! 
strikes him.   Spolar. 
Oh, oh, oh!  Enter Sychophantio. Sychophant. 
What's the matter Noble Gentlemen?  Robust. 
This Rogue your servant here—  Sychophant. 
Sir, I am much obliged unto your love, that you would deign to castigate him; what wine wilt please this honoured company to have brought in, and eke what quantity?  Apost. 
'Twould be too tedious and too troublesome, to drag a But of right Canary hither, fill us some twenty Gallons of rich Sack, let lights adorn the room in every angle, a pound of right Varina, and a gross of shining pipes, fit for a females touth.  Violen. 
Twenty Flagons— 'twill not amount to thimble fulls a piece, thirty will serve to give the onset with.  
A little wine, will makes a little rant,  
But seas of Sack will not suffice us scant,  
when we would reach the highest pitch of mirth.  Sychophant. 
Your humble servant, the wine proposed shall wait you presently.  Apost. 
Kiss close, kiss close my hearts, each suck Nepenthe from his females lips, until our Nectar do approach.  Enter Sychophantio, and two Drawers with Wine. Sycho. 
All joys wait on this jovial company, this in obedience to your just commands.  Asinego. 
Rare Sychophantio, thou'rt the best Steward to Venus that ever filled quart pot.  Apost, 
Ha! ha'! ha'! Steward to Bacchus you mean Asinego, but Wine and Venery are so near allied, 'twas but a slight mistake: now drink like Dutchmen (while we sing Paeans to the plump cheeked god) let's tipple till we have swallowed down their Charter, that for the future, when men quaff profoundly, they may be said to drink like us: Here Mrs. Pigwidgin, to our next procreation.  Pigw. 
Hum, hum, hum!  Dose. 
A health to Mrs. Wriggle, as second to our Master; I propose it.  Wriggle. 
I thank you fellow-creatures, I'll serve either of you soul and body. 
They all drink lustily, while Apostatus whispers Dose, and he goes off.   Robustio. 
Lovely Mrs. All-prate, in this I celebrate the creatures health, who now is ploughing on the angry main, whose saddle I supply, he'll thank me for't.—  
Mrs. All-prate. He were a devil else: Here's to thee dear Violentus, this will enable thee 'gainst next performance, you were faultringly feeble in the last.  she drinks. 
Mrs. Crave drink. Here's old drinking to me, have I a dog's face that I'm so neglected?  Pigwidgin. 
Better this Town were buried in the Sea: here dear Mrs. Crave-dri. my best endeavours ever wait upon you.  (he drinks) 
Mrs. All-prate. Here sweet Mr. Dose: Ha! where's Mr. Dose.  
Apostatus Perhaps gone to evacuate: see he's come.  Enter Dose with a noise of Fiddlers, dancing before them and singing. Dose. 
I am the rarest Ranter  
Of all the whole crew Boys,  
And he that denies it,  
I'll prove him a Jew Boys,  
For roaring; and whoring,  
You know I speak true Boys.  Violent. 
Fit to be Tutor to a Tribe: here fellow-creature, here's a whole slash to thee.  Dose. 
I'll pledge thee, were't to him they call old Rug:  Assinego. 
Put off your hats Gentlemen.  Apost: 
The devil's an Ass like thee, and not worth drinking to: strike high ye sons of Orpheus and Arion.  Pigwidgin. 
A Hall, a Hall:  Apostate. 
What power may us daunt,  
While we sing roar and rant, 
They dance confusedly, and sing this song in parts   
A fig for the talkative rabble.  Robusti. 
We know what we do,  
And to heaven we'll go  
Spite of the Watch, and the Constable.  Pigwidg. 
There's but one Religion,  
The Turk with his Pigeon,  
No man shall be punished for's Vices;  Asinego. 
All those that deny  
With us to comply  
Are Caterpillars and Cockatrices.  Violent. 
What more can be craved,  
We all shall be saved  
Though our lives are never so vicious.  All-pra. 
What ever we act  
'Tis an heavenly fact,  
And for our salvation auspicious.  Minks. 
Come some man or other,  
And make me a mother,  Wriggle. 
Let no man fear for to board me:  Fulsome. 
Come as many as will,  
I give 'em their fill,  
And thank 'em for that they afford me.  Incorri. 
Come any strong Rogue  
That would fain disimbogue,  
Let's mingle, and try who's the strongest,  Dissimu. 
I fain would comply  
With him that dare vie  
To stand to his tackling the longest.  Robust. 
Come my brethren of the Base Viol, some whim, some air, some catch. Fidler The best and newest Sir in Town.  He sings. 
Now let us stay, and ne'er knock off till the envious day  
Shall disturb us.  
No Constable's staff, must hinder our quaff,  
'Tis the reckoning alone that can curb us.  
Let's mingle in mirth, and drink till our Noses  
Are brighter than Berry, and redder than Roses,  
He only can rant whom Canary disposes.  
This must go round, do off your hats till the pavement be crowned With your Beavers:  
A red-coated-face frights the Sergeant and his Mace, And the Constable trembles to shivers.  
Then in state march your faces like some of the Quorum,  
When the whores do fall down, and the Vulgar adore 'em,  
And their Noses like link-boys run shining before 'um.  
Call, call aloud, and ne'er cease till the pots together crowd In Battalia;  
Let our tippling make known, we came from the Town,  
By the vulgar cleped Westphalia.  
Let the Bar-boy go sleep, and the Drawers leave roaring,  
Our looks shall account for them and a moring,  
When such pimples that rises shall have a quart scoring.  Robust. 
Excellent! did this Minerva take flight from John Tailors, or Martin Parker's brain.  Fidler. 
From neither Sir, an utter Barester fathers 'em, which makes some laugh, that the fool should be so ambitious to rock the Cradle.  Asinego. 
Sweet Mrs. All prate, I grow proud beneath the Navel, and must needs crave your aid with an etc.  All-prate: 
Sir, I am none of your Jigging girls, who will play with any babble, I am sufficiently acquainted with the flatulency of your Nerve.  Asinego: 
Mum, mum.  Apost. 
Here's a health to all our friends in Kent, let her pledge me that dares make the Beast with two backs before the whole Society.  Fulsome. 
By all the fl●sh on my back, a cordial motion, the work is pious we attempt, 'twill add to the audacity of our Brethren.  Ro. 
Rare rare, here dearest fellow-creatures, I mean you that walk in Adonis' Gardens to gather flowers once a month, more Wine there.  Spolar. 
I come Sir, the Devil choke ye, ye rude Rogues, I must think of some way to be revenged for my broken pate.  Exit. Spolario enters with Wine.  

ACT III. SCENE I.  
Enter Sychophantio.  Sycho. 
Honoured Gentlemen; here are two handsome Females without, that desire admittance into your company.  All-pra. 
Let 'em come in, let 'em come in, I know the parties very well.  Apost. 
Conduct 'em to us; two handsome women sayest thou?  Dose: 
Some of our own Society sure.  Pigwidgin. 
Or else desire to be.  
The Wine dies upon our hands.  Dose. 
You shall find it lively enough anon Sir, to the lulling of all your sickly senses.  Spolar. 
I shall observe it strictly Sir: excellent opportunity; I'●e be revenged on all for one man's folly.  
Assist me Bacchus in this quaint Vagary,  
As thou expectest the sale of thy Canary.  Enter Spolario with Wine: Dose whispers him, and gives him a paper. SCENE II. Enter Idlesby and Doe-little. All the Ranters rise up and congratulate their approach. Apostate. 
Welcome ye lovely pair: your amiable aspects do proclaim you come as friends for to associate us; treachery cannot lurk under such looks, where Cupid and the Grace's love to lodge.  Pigwidgin: 
Excellent creatures! Oh my bodkin troubles me.  Viol. 
They rival Venus, mother Dione, Juno herself, or fair Astioche.  All prate: 
These faces are unknown to me, yet welcome fellow-creatures.  They all kiss the two new Ranters. 
Idlesby, Know holy crew, the fame of your fair lives, having once reached my ears, set me a longing to be made one of your blessed Society, more than when I was big with my Son Toby, and needs must eat a piece of roasted Bacon: be pleased to name me one of your Associates, and I dare challenge Superiority above an Eastern Queen.  Doe-little. 
She speaks my thoughts, and my desires.  Robust. 
've certified enough, what need prolixity?  Violent. 
Drink to the two beauties, and then imitate them with members of our bodies.  Dose. 
Drink deep my hearts for joy of this new Union.  Pigwidgin. 
And let the stream of the strong Indian weed involve us as we sit i'th' clouds.  They drink healths round, smoking unanimously. Apost. 
So this was punctually performed: this (my pair of Beauties) is the first gradual step to your uniting; come fellow-creatures now unto our Ceremonies.  All the old Ranters hand in hand surround the two new ones (who are upon their knees) singing about them. 
The Song.  Apost. 
Round round all in a ring,  
Fellow-creatures let us sing:  
Here are two that come to be  
Annexed to our Society:  Viol. 
By Pluto's Crown, Proserpina's hair,  Robu. 
Cerberus' yell, Alecto's chair,  Pig. 
By Epicurus happy life,  Dose. 
And Messalina, Claudius' wife;  Asine. 
By Venus' Gloves, and Lais paint,  Min. 
By jezabel our chiefest Saint:  All-p. 
By Goat's desires, and Monkey's heat,  Fulso. 
Spanish flies and stirring meat,  Crav. 
By the vigour of an horse,  Dissi. 
By all things of strength and force,  Incor. 
By Alcides' back of steel,  Wrig. 
By Ioves escapes, Omphale's wheel,  Apo. 
We adopt these happy pair,  
Of our Liberties to share:  They dissolve their hands. All-p. 
Arise, arise, blessed souls, and know,  
Now you may rant, cum privelegio.  Apost. 
Now having finished this pious work, let's drink deep healths unto the happy solace, we of the shirt may find with these two Sisters.  Violentus: 
What ho! some Wine and more Tobacco there.  Enter Spolario with Wine. Spolario: 
Here Gentlemen, now Rhamnusia aid me in my revenge, vowed for my broken scull, that which Dose gave me for to spice Pigwidgins cup, I've mix 'mongst all this wine— ha'— those two faces I have seen e'er now in milder company: he spies Idlesby and Doe-little! Ostrange, they two turned Ranters! I'll presently acquaint their husbands vvithed:  
Drink deep my Rogues until you fall asleep,  
A guard I'll fetch, your persons safe to keep.  Robust. 
Me thinks weare dull, quite lost unto our liquor: this quart I'll suuallow: now fair Mrs. Idlesby and Doe-little, to those dulced joys we shall make ours the time we mingle limbs.  They drink apace one to another. Violent. 
'Tis almost midnight— come, we lose time.  Apost. 
I wonder Pigwidgin holds up so long, art sure Spolario gave it him?  He whispers Dose. Dose. 
O doubt it not, there's plummets hangs upon my eyelids, I hardly can keep open the casements.  Asine. 
Good-night Brethren of the ranting humour, I must needs snore a while:  They all fall asleep. 
Enter Spolario with the Constable, and the Watch.  Spolar. 
Not a word to my Master—  Const. 
Never fear it, the State shall give thee thanks for this discovery: I charge you my friends in the King's Name, cry mercy in the Name of the Keepers of the Liberties of England, to endeavour to awake these persons as well by kicking as pinching, and other laudable means, according to the Statute.  
1. Watchman: Sir 'tis in vain, they have drunk themselves dead, or else (as the wise man saith) are dead drunk.  Enter Sycophantio. Sycho. 
Noble Mr. Constable, What's the matter here?  Const. 
Matter quoth you? Sir you keep a disordered house; the State shall know it: for ought I know these men and women here have drunk their lives away.  Sycho. 
I'll assure you Sir they had not above a pottle of Sack amongst 'em, I wonder at the accident.  Const. 
Call me a hackney vessel hither, I'll have them (drunk or dead as they are) to Finsbury, 'twill be a piece of extraordinary justice: every man take one of these on his back (pay yourselves for your portage with what you find in their pockets) lay them in seemly ranks within the coach, and guard them hence to Finsbury.  
2. Watchman. It shall be done Sir.  [They bear off the bodies.]  

ACT iv SCENE I.  Apostatus, Asinego, Robustio, Violentus, Dose, Pigwidgin, Minks, Crave-drink, Fulsome, All-prate, Incorrigible, Dissimulatio, Idlesby, Doe-little, as in Finsbury Goal asleep. Robust. first awakes. Robust. 
T'other quort my hearts; this health deserves, the highest celebration. What all asleep! drunk as I live. 
He looks about him. He knocks.  Ha! this room is strangely altered since last night. The Rogue Sycophantio has put a trick upon us.  Clink. 
What want you Sir?  Enter Clink. Rob. 
Want sayest thou? prithee what place is this? where's Sycophantio?  Clink. 
This, my friend, is Finsbury, a receptacle of thiefs, debtors, and drunkards: I am the Keeper of the place.  Robust. 
Here's a miracle: prithee how came we here?  Clink. 
A coach Sir brought you hither, and a Constable.  Robust. 
So ho, so ho, so ho! He wakes the rest  Apost. 
Sweet sister, I am not now disposed for dalliance; another time I'll doubly do my duty.  Robust. 
What ho! They have drank Lethe sure, some Poppey or Mandragora: weare all undone: A Constable and his Watch (like saucy Devils) have given us transportation to this Goal, we know not when nor how.  They all awake. Idle. 
Mercy on me; where are are we now?  Asine. 
Then fill more wine, it makes us divine;  
Here's a health to Thomas the Tinker.  
Ha! What stable's this?  Looks about him as in a maze. Idle. 
O Mrs. Doe-little! weare all undone.  Doe-little. 
Peace fool; are we not all Ranters? That 
Dose whispering Apostatus.  very epithet is of force enough to protect us against our husband's violence. This Rogue Spolario has spoiled us all.  Apost. 
You should have followed my advice, and done the task I did prescribe yourself.  Wriggle. 
O Pigwidgin, what will become of us!  

SCENE II.  Enter Mr. Horn and Mr. Byas, husbands to Idlesby and Doe-little (in disguise) truncheons in their hands. Apostatus. 
What are you?  Horn. 
As you are, Ranters.  Robustio. 
Ranters? Byas, yes Ranters, our women are all in common.  
We drink quite drunk together, share our Oaths,  
If one man's cloak be rend, all tear their .  Apost. 
If you are one with us, you will subscribe unto these several Articles.  Horn. 
Good Sir let's hear 'em, we are pliant boys.  Apo. 
Imprimis, That you believe you are the best servants to heaven, when you roar loudest, drink deepest, swear profoundest, whore the oftenest, swear the execrablest, and rant the highest. Byas. very good.  Apost. 
Item, That you acknowledge yourselves obliged to prostrate each man his wife to the use of his fellow-creature, and are so far from loathing the form of the act, that you would renounce and disclaim her, in case she deny a compliance. Item, That you have taken an Oath to Bacchus (having solemnly sworn over a quart of Canary) to be drunk at least five times a week, and to use your utmost endeavours to convert all out of the faith, to our manner of life and worship.  Horn. 
All this we were long since sworn to, and to give you full satisfaction in that point, the females here of your Society must go along with us for satisfaction.  Pigwidgin. 
I hope Wriggle thou wilt not go along with these.  Wriggle. 
Oh husband 'twere a sin for to deny 'em, we'll be a while in private with our new Brethren.  Robust. 
Sirs, though our Laws allow an equal share to all of our Society with their women, we first must be assured you are of us.  Horn. 
No more dispute, they must along.  Robust. 
Must, they shall not Sir.  Byas. 
We Citizens are exposed to lead strange lives,  
When we are forced to fight for our own wives.  
They fall together by the ears, the Ranters are sound beaten; and their women carried off.    

ACT V.  Enter Clink, Horn, Byas, Idlesby, Doe-little, and the rest of the she-Ranters. Byas. 
Dear Mr. Clink, you have extremely obliged our gratitudes: good Sir, what have you done with the other gang?  Clink. 
Even clapped 'em altogether in one room; they are strange fellows, and may be well called Ranters; they have unclothed themselves unto their shirts, and their apparel they have laid to gauge for strong drink and Tobacco: they drink healths, and swear and roar, as if they felt no cold, each with a pair of irons on his heels.  Horn. 
You use our fellow-creatures too severely, but 'tis not in our powers to help the matter: let us entreat you dearest Sisters all, to follow Mr. Clink to the next room; we will begin with these two Ladies first, and so with all of you by turns.  Clink. 
Come Ladies  All save Idlesby and Doe-little go off with Clink. 
Tother go naked for their pleasures, you  
Shall for my profit be as naked too.  Exeunt. Horn. 
Now thou vile strumpet, dost thou know this face?  Idlesby. 
My husband! Oh I am undone.  Byas. 
Impudent whore, is this your zeal to goodness, to journey every morn  six a clock unto S. Antholins' to hear a Lecture, with a great Bible of Geneva print; your Table-book too, to take Sermon notes?  Doe-little. 
Take heed Sir what you do, I am a Ranter.  Byas. 
Yes whore, I find thou art.  
I can rant too for a need,  
These are but fillips, I should make thee bleed.  Beats her. Doe-little: 
Oh, oh! dear husband.  Horn: 
This punishment is too poor for their deserts: you huswife I'll not beat, or spurn, I will do more than that: these  I gave you, come uncase, uncase.  Pulls off her . Byas. 
You minion must participate her fate.  Tears off her . Idlesby. 
For heaven's sake husband pardon me.  Horn. 
Thou art beyond the bounds of absolution.  Byas: 
Even go together, these would cumber you: now you are fit to dance Lavaltoes.  Doe-little: 
Can you be so hard hearted?  Idlesby and Doe-little in their smocks. Byas. 
Yes I'll assure you, no thou'rt a right Ranter.  Horn. 
Here I for ever take my leave of thee: nay, no whining now: see here are all your fellow-Caco-Oxmons—  Byas: 
Go, go, mingle yourselves amongst 'em, 'tis but in vain to tyre me with Petitions.  Doe-little upon her knees begging. 
I'll get me a new Mate, but I'll beware whom I wed for thy sake, whom I durst once have sworn to be most virtuous.  
Enter Apostatus, Violentus, Asinego, Dose, Robustio, Minks, Fulsome, and all the She-Ranters in their shirts and smocks, a Beadle with a whip, and other Officers.  Beadle. 
March faster Gentlemen Ranters, march faster; I have others that wait to be dispatched as well as you.  Asinego. 
O Apostatus, what shall we do!  Apostatus. 
Do? be as thou art in show, a man, and bear affliction patiently.  Asinego. 
Oh Sir, but when affliction comes like a fury, with a Whip in her hand! Oh 'tis a sore trial; would I had never learned the Art of Ranting.  Horn. 
Here Sir, take this She-Ranter in amongst the rest.  Byas: 
And this too, she is one of the Society, though of a younger date.  Robust. 
The more the merrier, I am resolved to Rant it to the last.  Horn. 
Farewell sweet Idlesby; now we must part,  Byas. 
Lash my wife well prithee, I'll pay thee for't.  Exeunt omnes. 
Written by S. S. Gent.  
Licenced and Published according to Order:   
FJNJS.