But first of all his charge must hear

For things most trivial;

Three kingdoms blood, Lilburne doth swear, Upon his head must fall.

The parliament, as some report,

Intend for to disband;

And, if they would, we'd thank them for't,

And something give in hand.

They now have seven years sat,
And yet it will not be,
The army (shall I tell you what?)
Will never make them free.

Is it not pity, that at last,
When they intended flitting,
They should out of their house be cast,
And suffer for their sitting?

And all the gold that they have got,
And without fear extorted,
For to enjoy is not their lot,
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
Incompassing the city.

Why sure it cannot but well hap,
And prove a good purgation,
That fourscore members, at a clap,
Are forced from their station?

The propositions now are gone,
And surely now the King
Will ratify them every one,
But I fear no such thing.

He cannot sure dare to resist,

If he intend to eat,

For 'tis well known he long hath mist
His wonted clothes and meat.

Our dearest brother (Jockey) now
Is his destruction wooing,

And very fain would something do

To purchase his undoing.

Their long-eared assembly

Do grieve and groanin ire,

That their compounded presbytery
Should back to them retire.

Truth is, how much the more, at first,

Our splendor shined bright,

We are so much the more accurst,
Inveloped with night.

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,
his scepter in his hand; the citizens now do triumph o'er the courtiers :
O why should fortune make the city proud,
And give them more than is the court allow'd?
The King's own brightness his own foil is made,
And is to us the cause of his own shade.

Exit.

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 enemy 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,

Thames turn his course, and leave his channel dry;
Sodom's dead lake revive, and entertain

Leviathan and Neptune's hungry train;

Fishes the flood forsake, and fowls of heaven
Bedeck'd with scales, and in the ocean driven;
The brightest flame of heaven shine by night,
And horned Cynthia give diurnal light,

Before I change my settled constant mind,
To damn myself, that you may count me kind;
Cemonian stairs. Phalarian bulls, nor all
Torments that flow from cruel tyrants gall;
Tarpeian nountains, altars of Busire,

Or furnaces of Babylonian fire,

Sha'nt make me stoop to such base fools as you,

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 desperate? Dare you, before this holy convocation, to prate so peremptorily? Litur. Dare you, ye sots, assume unto yourselves the name of holy? Methinks your cheeks should, knowing you to blame, Out-blush the crimson of your gowns for shame;

You are more cruel than the crocodile,

That mangles Memphians on the banks of Nile;
That kills, with weeping tears, for hunger's need,

But you can smile, and murder for no meed.

Lux. 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; support him up. [The stool of repentance brought forth, contrived in the fashion of a pulpit, covered 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 doom, and now break up the court. [Exeunt.

Litur. O my mild judges, you shew your pity and your piety; your utmost wrath can't hurt my inward man, I there am still the same, and not exil'd.

Guilt sorrow, shame, horror 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 infected 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; I 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; O thou etern, the true almighty Jove, suffer not innovations to go on, to bring this kingdom to destruction; but why, alas, do I now talk of Jove?

For now, alas! no Jupiter is found,
But in all lands Pluto a God is crown'd.

ACT IV.

Enter the two elders, Sargus and Luxurio, singing.

Sarg. NOW sable night hath with her ebon robe
Darken'd the surface of this earthly globe,
And drowsy Morpheus, with his leaden key,
Lock'd up the doors of
every mortal eye;

Come let us fall unto our wonted games;

Let us be blith, and nourish wanton flames.
Lur. What Lyncian eye discerns our lewd delight,
Cover'd with darkness of the cloudy night?
Why should we censure fear, or idle sound
Of human words, that are inviron'd round
With marble walls? The wit of mortals can
Not find our wiles, past finding out of man,
And heaven regards not the works of men;
Come let us boldly feast and frolick then.

Sarg. Come forth, ye creatures of delight,

And let us in embraces spend the night.

Exeunt:

[Six whores put forth on two beds, three on a bed, musick, they rise and dance

with the two elders.

A SONG.

MEET, meet, and kiss,

And girt each others waist,
And enjoy the lover's bliss,
Until the night be past.
Elders, that are holy men

All day, must sport at night.
So, so, to't agen,

Twill heighten appetite.

Sarg. Those three are thine, these mine, let's to't

Like monkies, or the reeking goat.

[They ascend each on a several bed, and are drawn in.

SCENE II,

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 have these dubious fancies? I have begun to love him, and will now never desert his friendship until death; but thus I 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,

The sweets of sin make hell a paradise.

O you are welcome, Sir.

Enter Directory.

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 him 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.

ACT V.

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:

'Tis now dead midnight, Morpheus, death's eldest brother,
Hover about this place, and charm the sense

Of these two creatures made of impudence;
Are they so shallow, to conceive that I
Am made of mimical pantomimy?

O woman, 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

Souls to destruction, by her secret feigning:
She is the prince of darkness' eldest daughter,

Wanting no craft her cunning sire hath taught her:

"Tis like Medusa's tress; and, if it be

Twin'd in the body of man's living tree,

Man's heart of flesh converts, if he have one,

By secret vigour, to unliving stone.

Damn'd strumpet, have I ta'en you with your lecher?
African panthers, Hyrcan tygers fierce,

Cleonian lions, and Danonian bears,
Are not so ravenous, whom hunger pin'd,
As women that are lecherously inclin'd