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But first of all his charge must hear
For things most trivial;
Upon his head must fall,
Intend for to disband ;
And something give in hand.
And yet it will not be,
Will never make them free.
When they intended fitting,
And suffer for their sitting ?
And without fear extorted,
O they are strangely thwarted. His Majesty is quitted now
Of Brown that wooden jailor, And in his stead, they do allow
Joyce, that same prick-louse taylor. 'Tis very good to ease our teen,
The army are so witty, And many
thousands of them seen
And prove a good purgation,
Are forced from their station ?
The propositions now are gone,
And surely now the King
But I fear no such thing.
If he intend to eat,
His wonted clothes and meat.
Is his destruction wooing,
To purchase his undoing.
Their long-eared assembly
Do grieve and groanin ire,
Should back to them retire.
Our splendor shined bright,
How like you this ? Anar. 'Tis an excellent song, yfaith ; Shall I, Mr.Moneyless, crave a copy of it?
Mon. Both I and it are at your service.
Anar. Come, Mr. Moneyless, 'tis almost dinner-time, time was you welcomed me; 'tis fit I should be grateful; come wife.
Exeunt Anar. Priscilla, manet Mon. Did I e'er think that want should so oppress me, that I should be constrained to wait on this man for a dinner?
Yet, of my wants, how dare I so complain?
Shall I not suffer with my sovereign? Whom yet I'll not despair to see plac'd in his throne, his crown on's head, bis scepter in his hand; the citizens now do triumph o'er the courtiers :
O why should fortune make the city proud,
ACT III. Recorders, a Consistory of the Presbytery; then enter Directory, Sargus,
Luxurio, after them, with officers, Liturgy, Dipwell afar off. Direct. BRING forth those weeds of shame-apparel him. [A coat
of sackloth brought out.] Litur. I hope I shall have licence for to speak.
Direct. Not a syllable ; 'tis known thou art by name and nature an eneiny to our government, and hast avouch'd it to be tyrannous; saying, that Scotland, by their policy in bringing their church-form amongst us, do put assassinate our monarchy, thirsting to be our lords, all which here openly recant, or we'll surrender thee. Litur. I recant, ye Cacodemons; hear me, and mark,
First, leathern swains shall plow amid the sky,
Before I change my settled constant mind,
Or unto your intentions for to bow. Sarg. He raves : Sir, these loose words will but augment your sorrow in the end; do you know where you are ?
Litur. Very well, lecherous Sargus, better than thou knowest to be honest.
Direct. Stop his mouth, were ever heard speeches so gesperate! Dare you, before this holy convocation, to prute so peremptorily? Litur. Dare you, ye sots, assume unto yourselves the waine of holy?
Methinks your cheeks should, knowing you to blame,
But you can sinile, and murder for no meed. Luz. Venerable fathers, this is unsufferable; if with audaciousness you thus dispense, hereafter never look to be reverenc'd, but to be scorn’d and laugh'd at.
Direct. Satan bath sure inspired him ; bring forth the engine ; sup. port him up. [The stool of repentance brought forth, contrived in the
fashion of u pulpit, coverid over with black. Litur. He that lays hand on me, encounters death.
[Plucks forth a dagger. Direct. Hear then your sentence: Since you deny to be a penitent, we here confiscate all is yours, to be employ'd for pious uses, yourself within three days for to depart the land, and never to return, on pain of death; this is your duom, and now break up the court. [Exeunt,
Litur. O my mild judges, you shew your pity and your piety; your ulmost wrath can't hurt my inward man, I there am still the same, and not exild.
Guilt sorrow, shame, horrur attend you still,
And let wild Ate lead you where she will. Dipw. Heaven keep me stedfast to my principles, Is this a limb of the presbytery?
Direct. Yes; but his merits make him fit to be lopped off, for it; Who could be infrcted worse than they are ?
Dipw You hear your sentence, will you depart the land?
Litur. No, I'll not forsake my native soil upon such slender grounds, I'll live a while in private ; ( know an independent army will crop presbytery in the bud, and break this bed of snakes, the only way that now is visible for to repair my breaches ; 0 thou etern, the true al. mighty Jove, suffer not innovations to go on, to bring this kingdom to destruction; but why, alas, do I now talk of Jove ?
Enter the two elders, Sargus and Luxurio, singing.
Darken'd the surface of this earthly globe,
up the doors of every mortal eye ;
Let us be blith, and nourish wanton flames.
Cover'd with darkness of the cloudy night?
Come let us boldly feast and frolick then.
And let us in embraces spend the night. [Sis whores put forth on two beds, three on a bed, musick, they rise and dance
with the two elders.
MEET, meet, and kiss,
And girt each others waist,
Until the night be past.
"Twill heighten appetite.
Like monkies, or the seeking goat.
Enter Priscilla sola. Prisc. Methinks the hours fly not with winged haste as they were wont, or is't the expectation of my love, that makes the night seem tedious; my heart extremely throbs, methinks the walls seem as wash'd o'er with blood ; 'tis my fantasy, thought, like a subtle juggler, makes us see things that really are not; there's something in me whispers fatal
things, and tells me 'tis not safe to sleep betwixt my lover's arms tonight: why, sure I dream, I was not wont to bave these dubious fancies? I have begun to love him, and will now never desert his friendship until death; but thus / tamper poison for myself; but, were I sure to drink the baneful draught, I could not now go back :
For, when the flesh is nuzzled once in vice,
Enter Directory. O you are welcome, Sir.
Direct. Worthy of all love's joys, Hast thou not blamed my tardy stay? Thou art most certain, sure, thy husband is far off; if he should take me with thee, his jealousy and wrath might prompt bim to strange actions.
Prisc. I have not the least fear of his approach.
Direct. Come then, my Ptixdra, and let us taste those joys thy busband is unworthy of.
Directory and Priscilla put forth in a bed, both sleeping.
Enter Anarchy, with a torch.
Anar. TITAN to the Antipodes is gone,
To lumirate another horizon :
Am made of mimical pantomimy? Owoman, woman, who art compounded of all ill, I durst have pawned my soul, this wife of mine had harboured a soul as white as the Alpine snow; but she is ulcerous and deformed. Who knows how often they have met and wallowed in their active sweats ? What woman may be trusted ?
Lust is a subtle syren, ever training
By secret vigour, to unliving stone.
African panthers, Hyrcan tygers fierce,