A map of mischief, OR A DIALOGUE between V. and E. concerning the going of Qu. M. into V, V. much lamenteth therefore, and if not comforted by E.  
 framed printer's device of Richard Oulton (?), formerly belonging to Edward Allde, featuring a griffin segreant (McKerrow 284)  
Printed in the year of deliverance, 1641.   

A dialogue between V. and E.  
WHat is't that causeth such alterations in me I trow, I protest my thoughts feel as many torments as Hell can act or imagine.  E. 
Cease to wonder: for thou must now receive the tympany which hath almost broken me; our M. Qu. is coming now to visit thee.  V. 
Hell and confusion light upon all such mischievous persons as shall endeavour to overthrow a Common-wealth.  E. 
So say I; but I prithee tell me in what manner these thy Ague fits hold thee which thou complainest of, do they not now and then salute thee in a hot fit in, and then a could fit again, I prithee answer me.  V. 
My thoughts are full of terror all the day, and if I chance to take a nap by night, Somnus distract's me with his fantasies, I straightways dreamed as Hecuba once did, I bear that burden which will consume my Commonwealth and me; what Earth-quakes now do shake my trembling soul, my hearing is deaft with horrid thunderclaps, misfortunes lightning hath blasted all my hopes which ever I expected.  E. 
I prithee be moderate, thou talk'st like a lunatic, thou art not mad I hope, art thou?  V. 
Yes, I am mad, misfortune makes me so; have you not heard with what a doleful voice a Mother will condole an abortive birth, and at the last being conscious of her shane, shee runs and stars, and staring runs abroad just like a tiger that hath lost her Whelps; at length shee turns quiter frantic, I pitty her, for my cause is the same, my womb might bear a Monster of all mortals, one whose delight is to cherish treacheries, never thinking of God or goodness. This is that mortal that will not stick to  shed the blood of Infants, nay to act any wickedness whatsoever, and must it be my hard fortune to bee troubled with these things? O ye Gods; deliver me from this bondage, take away this pestilentious filth which will else infect me and mine with sore contagions; Are my faults so great that I must needs bear this burden? Heaven I beseech thee then that thou wouldst lend me Argus eyes to overlook her Plots, Ulisses his cunning to prevent them, and Alexanders fortune for to prove a conqueror over them all; if these words may not prevail with the gods, I now invoke you with tears that you would hear my complaint, & grant me redress.  E. 
I prithee speak, and give me the hearing of 3. or 4 words; have not I had as much occasion to complain as thou hast now, nay I have more yet, for I have as yet that burden that portentous burden on me, which is only preparing to come to thee, bear this across patiently, as I have done a great many a long time.  V. 
The punishment is such that I now suffer in my mind, that my thoughts can take no rest.  E. 
Yet take example by me, for I protest it grieved me inwardly, but I made no outward show of any grievance whatsoever  V. 
The more fool thee, I will not bear it so, He get the chief of the dogs, which are of Spartan breed, and I will hunt this vermin there shall not be a cranny unsearch'd to further my intentions, and if I once find out this Ignis fatuus, this hedgbog, this spotted leopard; I will never cease the pursuit till I see the fall other, intruth I will not.  E. 
In truth you must, for you have not some silly Jack here to deal withall, no limping Badger, but a beast which hath as broad paws as a Lion, her very voice will rate your Spartan dogs, and deaf the ears of Huntsmen which pursue her, consider therfore what you have to do, no hunting will now serve your turn.  V. 
The more unhappy I; but I prithee tell me how thou hast freed thyself from this Voolfe, prithee resolve me.  E. 
In faith I will, for thus it was, when I perceived the lofty wings of Pride to soare above my reach; I began to take notice of it, for I considered that pride hatched envy, envy contentions, contentions treacheries, and treacheries murders: insomuch that I at last was like to be drowned in my own blood; well, this passed on, I having taken notice of it, took advice of some of my nearest Kindred what was to be done, they counseled me to raise head and they would raise with me; well the motion was liked of, till at last we prevailed so far as to sand this away, as a scum of ungodliness taken from the seething pot of iniquity; & so now I thank the gods it is decreed that my great agreivance shall be removed. 
L. Finch Windebank. Sr. John Succlin.   V. 
And happy art thou in't, but now unhappy I, because I must receive your common shore of wickedness.  E. 
mary I think you do not know when you are well, I have heard that a thistle which grows here in our Country, being transported to yours, will strait become a Sweet-bryer.  V. 
I knew not, me thinks you are very merry to follow me with your eiars so close, but mock on, mock on, and see what you will get at last by mocking your poor neighbours.  E. 
Faith my heart is so merry because that I shall be eased of a burden under which I have a long time groaned, that my heels for joy are ready to occupy the office of my head, my head in requital, the office of my heels. why Sister wouldst thou have me to be sad, because I am suddenly to be rid of a plague: tell me, I prithee, wouldst thou have a prisoner to be sad and melancholy when he is redeemed from the halter which was about his neck, and without repreeve had proved fatal; my cause is the same; for I have a long time been in labour with this same piece which hath made choice of thee, and now even now I am to be delivered. Pardon my mirth therfore, and I wish thee also to cast away all care from thine own self, and be merry and jolly.  V. 
It's a folly, to bee jolly; When wee should bee melancholy.  
And so I take my leave of you.