A Gam e at Chaess as it was Acted nine days to gether at the Globe on the banks side

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The Picture plainly explained, after the manner of the Chesse-play.

A Game at Chesse is here displayde,
Betweene the Blacke and White-House made,
Wherein Crowne-thirsting Policy,
For the Blacke-House (by Falacy)
To the White-Knight, checke, often giues,
And, to some straites, him thereby driues;
The Fat-Blacke-Bishop help's also.
With faithlesse heart to giue the blow:
Yet (maugre all their craft) at length,
The White Knight, with wit-wondrous strength;
And circumspectiue Prudency,
Giues Check-mate by Discouery
To the Blacke Knight; and so at last
The game (thus) won, the Blacke-House cast
Into the Bagge, and therein shut,
Finde all their plumes and Cockes-combes cut.
Plaine-dealing (thus) by wisedomes guide,
Defeats the cheats of Craft and Pride.

Prologue.

VVHat of the Game, cald Chesse-play can be made
To make a Stage-Play, shall this day be plaid.
First, you shall see the men in order set,
States, and their Pawnes, when both the sides are met:
The Houses well distinguish't: In the Game
Some men entrapt, and taken to their shame,
Rewarded by their Play: And in the Close
You shall see Checque-Mate giuen to Vertues Foes.
But the fair'st Iewell, that our hopes can decke,
Is, so to play our Game, t'auoid your Checke.

A Game at Chesse.
The Induction.

Ignatius Loyola appearing, Error at his feete as asleepe.
Ignatius.
HA? where? what Angle of the world is this;
That I can neither see the politicke face,
Nor with my refined nostrells taste the foot-steps,
Of any of my Disciples, sonnes and heires
As well of my designes, as institutions,
I thought they'd spread ouer the World by this time,
Couered the earths face, and made darke the land,
Like the Egyptian Grasse-hoppers,
Here's too much light appeares, shot from the eyes
Of Truth and Goodnesse, neuer yet defloured:
Sure they were neuer here, then is their Monarchy
Vnperfect yet: A iust reward I see
For their ingratitude so long to mee,
Their father and founder;
'Tis not fiue yeares since I was saluted by'em,
Where slept my honour all the time before?
Could they be so forgetfull to cannonize
Their prosperous Institutor, when they had saluted
They found no roome in all their Kallender
To place my name, that should haue remoued Princes,
Puld the most eminent Prelates by the rootes vp,
[Page]For my deare comming, to make way for me,
Lets euerie pettie martire, and Saint Homile,
Roch, Main, and Pecronel, itch, and Ague curers,
Your Abbesse Alde-gund, and Cuney-gund;
The Widdow Marcell, Person Policary,
Sislie and Vrs [...]e, all take place of me;
And but for the Bissextile, or Leape-yeare;
And that's but one in three, I fall by chance,
Into the nine and twenteth day of February:
There were no roome else for me; see their loue,
Their conscience too, trust me a lame Souldier
In-to-Leape-yeare: My wrath's vp, and me thinkes
I could with the first syllable of my name,
Blow vp their Colledges: vp Error, awake
Father of Superogation rise:
It is Ignatius calls thee, Loyolla.
Error,
What haue you done? oh I could sleep in ignorance
Immortality, the slumber is so pleasing.
I saw the brauest setting for a game now,
That euer my eie fixt on.
Igna.

Game: what Game?

Error.
The noblest Game of all, A Game at Chesse,
Betwixt our side, and the White House, the men set
In their iust order, ready to goe to it.
Igna.

Were any of my sonnes plac't for the Game?

Error.
Yes: and a daughter too, a secular daughter
That plaies the Black [...] Queenes pawne, he the Black Bishops.
Igna.
If euer power cold shew a maisterie in thee,
Let it appeare in this,
Error.
'Tis but a Dreame,
A vision you must thinke.
Igna.
I care not what,
So I behold the Children of my cuuning,
And see what ranke they keepe,
Error.
You haue your wish:
Behold ther's the full number of the Game,
Kings and their Pawnes, Queenes, Bishops, Kinghts and Dukes.
Igna.
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Dukes they're cald Rookes by some.

Error.
Corruptiuely:
Le roch, the word custodie de La Rock,
The keeper of the forts in whom both Kings
Repose much confidence, and for their trust sake,
Courage and worth do well deserue those titles.
Igna.

Thy answer's high, see my son and daughter.

Er.

Those are two pawnes the black Queen, & black Bishops.

Igna.
Pawnes argue but poore spirits, and light performents:
Nor worthie of the name of my Disciples:
If I had stood so nigh I would haue cut
That Bishops throat, but I'd haue had his place;
And told the Queene a loue tale in her eare,
Would haue made her best pulce daunce, there's elixar
Of braine, and spirit amongst em.
Error.
Why? would you haue em play against themselues.
That's quite against the Game ( Ignatius.)
Igna.

Pish, I would rule my selfe, not obserue rule.

Err.

Why you yould play a game all by your selfe.

Igna.
I would do any thing to rule alone,
Tis rare to haue the world rulde in by one.
Err.
See'em anon, and view em in their play,
Obserue as in a dance they glide away.
Igna.
Oh with what longing will this brest be tost,
Vntill I see this great Game won and lost.

A Game at Chesse.

Actus Prima,

Scoena Prima▪

Enter from the Blacke-house, the Blacke Queenes Pawne. From the White-house, the White Queenes Pawne.
Blacke Queenes pawne.
I Neuer see that face, but my pitty rises,
When I behold so cleare a Maister-peece
Of Heauens arte, wrought out of dust and ashes,
In that not ours, but the Daughter of Heresie:
My soule bleeds at mine eyes.
White Q. pawne.
Where should truth speake
If not in such a sorrow? they're teares plainly:
Beshrew me if she weepe not hartily?
What is my peace to her to take such paynes in't?
If I wander to losse, and with broad eyes
Yet misse the path she ranne blind-fold in.
(Through often exercise) why shold my ouer-sight,
Though in the game that ere Christian lost,
Rayse the least spring of pitty in her eye,
Tis doubtlesse a great charity, and no vertue,
Could winne me surer.
Blacke Q. P.
Blessed things preuaile with't,
If euer goodnesse made a gracious promise,
It is in yonder looke, what little paines
Would build a Fort for vertue to all memory
In that sweet creature, were the ground-worke firmer.
White Q. P.
It has beene all my glory to be firme,
In what I haue profest.
Blacke Q. P.
That is the enemy
[Page]That steales your strength away, and fights against you,
Disarmes your soule, euen in that heate of battle:
Your firmnes that way, makes you more infirme,
For the right Christian conflict▪ there I spied
A zealous primitiue sparkle, but now slew,
From your deuoted eyes:
Able to blow vp all the Heresies
That euer sate in Councell with your spirit;
Enter the blacke Bi­shops pawne
And here comes he whose Sanctimonious breath,
Can make that sparke a flame: list to him (virgin)
At whose first entrance Princes will prostrate:
Weomen are weaker Vessells.
White Q. p.
By my paenitence
A comely presentation, and the habit
To admiration reuerend.
B. Q. p.
But the heart, the heart Lady
So meeke, that as you see good Charity pictured still
With young ones in her armes, so will hee cherish
All his young tractable sweete obedient daughters
E'ene in his armes, in his owne bosome,
I am my selfe a secular Iesuitesse,
As many Ladies are of worth and greatnesse,
A second sort are Iesuits in voto,
Giuing their vow into the father generall:
That's the Blacke Bishop of our house, whose pawne
This Gentleman now stands, now to receiue
The Colledge habit at his holy pleasure.
W. Q. p.
But how are these in voto emploied (Lady)
Till they receiue the habit.
Blacke Q. p.
They're not idle,
Hee findes 'em all true labourers in the worke
Of vniuersall Monarchy, which hee
And his Disciples princially ayme at.
Those are maintayned in many Courts and Pallaces,
And are induc'd by noble Personages,
Into great Princes seruices, and prooue
Some Counsellers of State, some Secretaries:
[Page]All seruing in notes of intelligence:
(As Parish Clerkes,) their mortuary bills,
To the father Generall, so are designes
Often times preuented, and importinant secrets
Of state discouered, yet no author found,
But those suspected oft that are most sound:
This mistery is too deepe, yet for your entrance,
And I offend to set your zeale so backe,
Checkt by Obedience, with desire to hasten
Your grogresse to perfection, I commit you
To the great workers hands, to whose graue worth
I fit my reuerence, as to you my wishes.
Blacke B. p.

Dost finde her supple?

Blacke Q. p.

There's a little passage made.

Blacke B. p.
Let me contemplate,
With wholy wonder season my accesse;
And by degrees approach the Sanctuary
Of vnmatcht beauty, set in grace and goodnesse
Amongst the daughters of men I haue not found
A more Cathalecall aspect, that eye
Dos promise single life and meeke Obedience.
Vpon those lips the sweete fresh buds of youth,
The holy dew of prayer lies like pearle,
Dropt from opening eye-lids of the morne,
Vppon tht bashfull Rose, how beautiously
A gentle fast not rigorously imposed,
Would looke vpon that cheek, and how delightfull
The courteous Physicke of a tender pennance,
Whose vtmost cruelty should not exceed
The first feare of a bride to beate downe frailty,
Would worke to sound health your long festred iudgement,
And make your merrit well (through erring ignorance
Appeares but spotted righteousnesse to me,
Farre clearer then the innocence of Infants.
White Q. p.
To the good worke I bowe and will become,
Obedience humblest daughter, scythence I finde
The assistance of a sacred strength to ayde me:
[Page]The labour is as easie to serue vertue
The right way since, 'tis she I euer serued
In my desire, though I transgrest in Iudgment.
Black B. p.
It's easily absolued amongst the rest,
You shall not finde the vertue, that you serue now
A sharpe and cruell mistresse, her eare's open
To all your supplications; you may boldly
And safely let in the most secret sinne
Into her knowledge, which like vanisht man
Neuer returnes into the World agen:
Fate lookes not vp more trulier,
White Q. p.
To the guilty,
That may appeare some benifit.
Blacke B. p.
Who so innocent
That neuer stands in neede on't in some kinde?
If euery thought were blabb'd that's so confest,
The very ayre we breath would be imblest:
Now to the worke indeed, which is to catch
Her inclination, that's the speciall vse
We make of all our practise in all Kingdomes
For my disclosing their most secret frailties,
Things which once ours, they must not hide from vs
That's the first article in the Creede we teach 'em,
Finding to what poynt their blood most inclines,
Know best to apt them, then to our designes:
Daughter the sooner you disperse your Errors,
The sooner you make haste to your discouerie,
You must part with'em, to be nice or modest
Towards this good action, is to imitate
The bashfulnesse of one conceales an vlter,
For the vncomely parts that tumor vexes,
Til't be past cure. Resolue you thus faire (Lady)
The priuatst thought that runnes to hide it selfe,
In the most secret corner of your heart, now
Must be of my acquaintance, so familiarlie
Neuer she friend of yours might counsell neerer.
White Q. p.
I stand not much in feare of any account
[Page]Guilty of that blacke crime (most noble holinesse,)
I must confesse as in a sacred Temple,
Throng'd with an auditorie, some come rather
To feede on humaine obiect, then to taste
Of Angells foode.
So in the Congregation of quicke thoughts
Which are more infinite, then such assemblies,
I cannot for truths safely speake for all:
Some haue bin wandrers, some sinful, some sound:
But those found euer poore entertainment.
They'd incouragement to come againe,
The single life which strongly I professe now:
Heauen pardon me, I was about to part from.
Black B. p.

Then you haue past through loue?

White Q. p.
But left no staine
In all my passage (Sir) no print of wrong;
For the most chast maide that may trace my foot-steps.
Black B. p.

How came you off so cleare?

VVhite Q. p.
I was discharged
By an inhumaine accident, which modesty
Forbids me to put any language too.
B. B. p.
How you forget your selfe? all actions
Clad in their proper language, though mostsorded
My eare is bound by duty to let in,
And locke vp euerlastingly: Shall I helpe you;
Hee was not found to answere his creation?
A vestall Virgin in a slip of prayer,
Could noi deliuer mans losse modestier:
T was the White Bishops pawne▪
White Q p

The same (blest Sir)

Blacke B. p.

An Heriticke well pickled.

White Q. p.
By base treachery,
And violence prepared by the Competitor:
The blacke Knights pawne whom I shal euer hate for't.
Black B. p.
T was of reuenge the most vnmanlist way
That euer riualltooke, a villaine
That for your sake ile neuer absolue him off.
White Q. p.
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I wish not so heauy.

Blacke B. p.
Hee must feele it,
I neuer yet gaue absolution
To any crime of that vnmatring nature:
It seemes you refuse him for defect,
That other women haue in the ends of marriage:
Pardon my boldnesse, if I sift your goodnesse
To the last gra [...]ne▪
W. Q. p.
I reuerence your paynes (Sir)
And must confesse, custome to enioy
What other women challenge and possesse,
More ruld me then desire: for my desires
Dwell all in Ignorance, and Ile neuer wish
To know that fond way, may redeem them thence.
B. B. p.
I neuer was so taken, beset dubly
Now with her iudgment what a strength it puts forth,
I bring worke neerer to you, when you haue seene
A maister-peece of man, composed by Heauen
For a great Princes fauor, kingdomes loue:
So exact Enuy could not finde a place
To sticke a blot on person, or on fame:
Haue you not found ambition swel your wishes then?
And desire stirre your blood.
W. Q. p.
By vertue neuer:
I haue onely in the dignity of the creature,
Admired the workes glory.
B. B. p.
She's impregnable,
A second siedge must not fall off so tamely:
She's one of those must be informed to know
A daughters duty which some take vntaught;
Her modesty brings her behind hand much,
My old meanes I must flye too▪ yes 'tis it,
Please you pervse this small tract of Obedience,
'Twill helpe you forward well.
W. Q. p.
(Sir) that is a vertue:
I haue euer thought on with especiall reuerence.
B. B. p.
You will conceiue by that,
[Page]My power your duty.
Enter White Bishops pawne.
W. B. p.
What makes yond troubler of all Christian water,
So neere yon [...] blessed spring? but I know
Her goodnesse is the rocke from whence it issues.
Vnmoouable as fate, 'twould more afflict me
Then all my sufferings for her, which so long
As she holds constant to the house she come off,
The whitnesse of the cause, the side, the quality
Are sacrifices to her worth and vertue,
And though confined in my religious ioyes,
I marry her and possesse her.
Ent. the B. Kt. pawne.
B. B. p.
Behold Lady,
The two inhuman enemies, the black Knights pawne,
And the white Bishops, the gelder and the gelded.
W. Q. p.

There's my griefe, my hate.

B. B. p.
What? in the Iesuites fingers? by this hand,
Ile giue my part now for a Parrats feather,
Shee neuer returnes vertuous, 'tis impossible:
Ile vndertake, more wagers will be layd
Vpon a Vsurers returne from hell,
Then vpon hers from him now: haue I bin guilty
Of such base malice, that my very conscience
Shakes at the memory of it, and when I looke
To gather fruit find nothing but the Sauin tree:
Too frequent in Nunnes Orchards, and there planted
By all coniecture to destroy fruite rather,
I wilbe resolued now most noble Virgine.
W. Q p.
Ignoble villaine, dare that vnhallowed tongue
Lay hold vpon a sound so gracious,
What's noblenesse to thee, or virgine Chastity?
They're not of thy acquaintance, talke of violence,
That shames creation, deeds would make night blush
That's company for thee, hast thou the impudence
To court me with the Leprosie vpon thee,
Able to infect the walls of a great building.
B. B. p.
Sonne of offence forbeare, go set your diuell
Before your eyes, a paenitentiall vesture,
[Page]Would better become yee, some shirt of haire.
B. B. p.
And you a three pound smocke, steed of an Abbey,
An Epicene Cassible, this holy fellow
Robs safst and close, I feele a sting that's worse too:
White pawne, hast so much Charity to accept
A reconcilement, make thy owne conditions,
For I begin to be extreamely burthned.
W. B. p.
No truth, no peace, of that blacke house, Protest
Is to be trusted, but for hope of acquittance,
And warned by difference, I may intrap him soonest,
I admit conference.
B. Kt. p.
It is a noblenesse
That makes confusion cleaue to all my merrits.
B. B. p.

That treatise will instruct you fully.

B. Kt.
So, so,
Enter blacke Knight.
The businesse of the Vniuersall Monarchy
Goes forward well now, the Colledge pot
That should be alwayes boyling with the fuell,
Of all intelligencers possible,
Through the Christian Kingdome is this fellow
Our prime incendiary? one of those
That promis'd the white Kingdome seauen yeares since
To our blacke-house, put a new daughter to him,
The great worke-slaues, he minds nor Monarchy
Nor Hererazie (diuiner principallities) I brag lesse,
But haue done more then all the conclaue on'em
Take their assistant fathers in all parts:
I, or their father generall in to boote:
And what I haue pone, I haue done factiously
With pleasant subtilty, and bewitching court-ship,
Abuse all my beleeuers with delight,
They tooke comfort to be cousned by me,
To many a soule I haue let in mortall poyson,
Whose cheekes haue crackt with laughter to receiue it,
I could so roule my pills in sugred syllables,
And strew such kindly mirth o're all my mischiefe,
They tooke their baine in way of recreation,
[Page]A pleasure steales corruption into youth,
H [...]ee spies me now, I must vphold his reuerence,
Especially in publique (though I know)
Pryapus guardianof the cherry Gardens:
Bacchus and Venus chit is not more vitious.
B. B. p.
Blessings accumiliation keep with you (sir.)
B Kt.
Honors d [...]ssimulation be your due (sir.)
W. Q p.
How deep in duty in obseruance plunge?
His charge must needes be reuerend.
B. B. p.
I am Confessor
To this Black Knight too, you see douotion's fruitfull,
Sh'as many sonnes and daughters.
B. Kt.
I do this the more,
To maze our aduersaries to behold,
The reuerence we giue these great ones,
And to beget a sound opinion
Of holinesse in them, and zeale in vs;
As also to enuite the like obedience
In other pupills, by our meeke example:
So, is your trifle gone?
B. B. p.
Trifle call you her, it's a good game (sir)
Sure she's the second pawne of the White house,
And to the opening of the game I hold her.
B. Kt.
I you hold well: for that I know your play
Of old, if there were more Queenes pawnes you'ld plye
The game a great deale harder (now sir we're in priuat)
But what for the maine worke, the great existance?
The hope Monarchall?
B B. p.
It goes on in this.
B. Kt.
In this? I cannot see't.
B. B. p.
So you may deny
A Dyalls motion, 'cause you cannot see
The hand mooue, or a wind that rends the Cedars.
B. Kt.
Where stops the current of the intelligence;
Your father generall Bishop of the blacke-house,
Complaines for want of worke.
B. B. p.
Here's from all parts
[Page]Sufficient to to imploy him, I receiu'd
A packet from the assistant fathers lately,
Looke you ther's Anglica, this Gallica.
B. Kt.
I marry (sir) ther's some quicke flesh in this.
B. B. p.
Germanica.
B. Kt.
Thinke they'n seald this with butter.
B. B. p.
Italica this
B. Kt.
They put their pens the hebrew way me thinks,
B. B. p.
Hispanica there.
B. Kt.
Hispanica, blinde word this,
The Iesuite hath writ this with iuce of Leamons sure
It must be held close to the fire of Purgatory
Ere't can be read.
B. B▪ p.
You will not leaue your iesting (Knight)
Though it wound your owne fame.
B. Kt.

Curanda pecunia.

Enter the white Kings pawne.
B. B. p.

Take heede (Sir) we're intrapt.

B. Kt.
He's made our owne (man halfe in Voto yours,
His heart's in the blacke house, leaue him to me,
Most of all friends indeed pretiously speciall,
W. Ki. p.
You see my outside, but not my heart,
Great difference in the colour, there's some intelligence,
And as more ripenesse, so your knowledge st [...]l
Shall prooue the richer, there shall nothing happen
(Beleeue't) to extenuate your cause.
Or to oppresse her fr,ends, but I will striue
To crosse it with my counsel, purse and power
Keepe all supplies both in meanes and men,
That may raise against you, we must part,
I dare not longer of this theame discusse,
The eare of State is quicke and iealious.
B. Kt.
Excellent estemation, thou art valu'd
Aboue the fleece of gold, that came short home,
Poore Iesuite, ridden soule, how art thou foold
Out of thy faith, from thy allegance drawne,
Which way so ere thou takest, thou'rt the lost Pawne.
Finit Actus Primus

Incipit Secundus.

Enter White Queenes Pawne, with a booke in her hand.
White Queenes Pawne.
AND here agen it is the daughters duty
To obey her fessors commaund in all things
Without exception, or expostulations;
Tis the most generall rule that ere I heard of:
Yet when I thinke how boundlesse vertue is,
Goodnesse and grace lies gently reconciled,
And then it appeares well to haue the power
Of the dispensor are's vncircumscrib de'
Ent. b. B. p.
B. B. p.
She's hard vpon't, twas the most modest key
That I could vse to open my intents,
What little, or no paines goes to some people:
Hah? a seald note, whence this,
To the blacke Bishops pawne these, how to me
Strange, who subscribes it? the blacke King what would he.
The Letter. PAwne sufficiently holy; but immeasurably politicke, Wee had late intelligence from our most industrious sernant, famous in all parts of Europe, (our Knight of the blacke House) that you haue at this instant in chase the white Queenes pawne, and very likely by the carriage of your Game to entrap and take her: These are therefore to require you (by the burning affection I beare to the rape of deuotion) that speedily vpon the surprisall of her, by all watchfull aduantage, you make some attempt vppon the White Queenes person, whose fall or prostitution our [...]most violently rages for.
Sir after my desire has tooke a Tulip
For it's owne inflamation, that yet scorches me,
I shall haue cooler time to thinke of yours,
She's past the generall rule of the large extent
[Page]Of our prescription for obedience;
And yet with what allacrity of soule,
Her eye mooues on the Letter.
W. Q. p.
Holy Sir,
Too long, I haue mist you, oh your absence starues me,
Hasten for times redemption (worthy Sir)
Lay your commands as thicke and fast vppon me
As you can speake em, how I thirst to heare em:
Set me to worke vpon this spacious vertue,
Which the poore span of life's, tomorrow for
Boundlesse obedience, the humblest, yet mightiest of all
Duties, well set her downe a vniuersall goodnesse.
B. B. p.
By holinesse of garment, her safe innocecne
Has frighted the full meaning from it selfe,
She's farre off from vnderstanding now
The language of my intent, then at first meeting
W. Q. p.
For vertues sake, good sir,
Command something,
Make triall of my duty in some small seruice,
And as you finde the faith of my obedience there,
Then trust it with a greater.
B. B. p.
You speake sweetely,
I do commaund you first then.
W. Q.

With what ioy I do prepare my duty.

B. B. p.
To meete me,
And seale a kisse of loue vppon my lips,
VV. Q. p.

Hah.

B. B. p.
At first disobedient in so little too.
How shall I trust you with a greater then?
Which was your owne request?
W. Q p.
Pray send not backe
My Innocence to wound me, be more courteous,
I must confesse much like a ignorant plaintiffe
Who presuming on the faire path of his meaning
Goes rashly on, till on a suddaine brought
Into the wildernesse of Law, by words
Dropt vnaduisedly, hurts his good cause,
[Page]And giues the Aduersary aduantage by it.
Apply it you can best (sir) if my obedience
And your command can finde no better way,
Fond men command, and wantons best obey.
B. B, p.
If I can at that distance send you a blessing,
Is it not neerer to you in my armes:
It flies abroad from these li [...]s dealt in parcells,
And I to honour thee aboue all daughters.
Invite thee home to the house, where thou mayst surfeit
On that, which others miserably pine for:
A fauour which the daughters of great Potentates,
Would looke of enuies colour but to heare.
W. Q p.
Good men may erre sometimes, you're mistaken,
Sure if this be vertues path, tis a most strange one,
I neuer came this way before.
B. B. p.
That's your ignorance,
And therefore shall that edict still conduct you,
That knowes no way but one, nor euer seekes it,
Tis strange if vertue should be put to one,
If there be twenty wayes to some poore Village.
Your feare is wonderous faulty, cast it from you,
T'will gather else in time a disobedience,
Too stubborne for my pardon.
W. Q. p.
Haue I lockt my selfe
At vnawares into sinnes seruitude
With more desire of goodnesse? is this the tye
Of all strict order, and the holiest
Of all societies, the three vowed people
For Pouerty, Obedience, Chastity:
The last they most forget, when a Virgines raine
I see the great worke of Obedience,
Is better then halfe finisht.
B. B. p.
What a stranger,
Are you to duty growne, what distance keep you,
Must I bid you come forwards to a happines
Your selfe should sue for? 'twas neuer so with me
I dare not let this stubbornesse be knowne,
[Page]'Twould bring such fierce hate on you, yet presume not
To make that courteous care a preuiledge
For wilfull disobedience, it turnes then
Into the blacknesse of a curse vpon you,
Come, come, be neerer.
W. Q. p.

Neerer?

B. B. p.
Was that in scorne?
I would not haue it proued so for the hopes
Of the great Monarchy, if it were like it,
Let it not dare to flye abroad agen,
A stronger I will coape with't.
W. Q. p.
Blesse me, threatnes me,
And quite dismayes the good strength that should
Helpe me. I neuer was so doubtfull of my safety.
B. B. p.
'Twas but my iealousie, forgiue me (sweetnes)
Yours is the house of meeknesse, and no veonome liues
Vnder that roofe, be neerer; why so fearefull?
Neerer the Altar the more safe and sacred.
W. Q. p.

But neerer the offerors oft more wicked.

B. B. p.
A plaine and most insufferable contempt,
My glory I haue lost vppon this woman,
In freely offering that she should haue kneel'd
A yeare in vaine for: my respect is darkned,
Giue me my reuerence agen thou hast rob'd me off
In thy repulse, thou shalt not carry it hence.
W. Q. p.

(Sir.)

B. B. p.
Thou'rt too great a winner to depart;
And I too deepe a looser to giue way to't.
W. Q. p.

Oh Heauen!

B. B. p.
Lay me downe reputation,
Before thou sturst thy nice Virginity
Is recompence too little for my loue.
'Tis well if I accept of that for both,
Thy losse is but thine owne, there's arte to helpe thee,
And fooles to passe thee to; in my discouery
[Page]The whole society suffers and in that,
The hope of absolute Monarchy eclipst,
Assurance thou canst make me none for thy secrecy,
But by thy honors losse, that act must awe thee.
W. Q p

Oh my diftrest condition.

B. B. p.
Dost weepe?
If thou hadst any pitty, this necessity
Would wring it from thee, I must else destroy thee:
We must not tust the policy of Europe,
Vppon a womans tongue.
W. Q. p.
Then take my life (Sir)
And leaue my honor for to guide me to Heauen.
B. B. p
Take heede I take not both which I haue vowed
Since, if longer thou resist.
VV. Q. p.

Helpe, oh helpe.

B. B. p.
Art thou so cruell for an honors bable:
To vndo a whole fraternity, and disperse
The secrets of most nations lock't in vs?
W. Q. p.

For Heauen and vertues sake

Anoyso within
B. W. p.
Must force confound noyse?
Hah, what's that? silence (if faire worth be in thee)
W. Q. p.

Ile venture my escape on all dangers now,

B. B, p.
Who comes to take me, let me see that pawnes face,
Or his proud tympanous Mas-well with state winde,
Which being once prickt in the Convocation house,
The corrupt ayre puffes out, and he falls shriueld.
W. Q p
I will discouer the Arch-hypocrite,
To all the kinreds of the earth.
B B p.
Confusion in that voyce,
Rings the alarum of my vndooing,
Enter blacks Queenes pawne.
How, which way scapt she from me?
B. Q. p.
Are you mad?
Can lust infatuate a man so hopefull?
No patience in your blood: the dog-starre raines sure,
Time, and fire temper would haue wrought her
[Page]Pliant: I spi'd a Pawne of the white House walke neere vs,
And made that noyse of purpose to giue warrant
For mine owne turne: which ends in all I worke for.
B. B. p.
Methinkes I stand ouer a powder vault,
And the match now a kindling: what's to be done?
'Tis his owne case, he will defend you mainely,
And happily here he comes with the black Knight too.
Enter Blacke Bishop, and blacke Knight.
B. B.
Oh you made noble worke for the white house
This act will fill the aduersaryes mouth,
And blow the Luthrens cheeks, tilt cracke agen.
B. Kt.
This will aduance the state Monarchal businesse
In all parts well, and helpe the agents forward,
Which I haue seauen yeares laboured to accomplish.
One minute sets back by some cod-peece Coledge stil.
B. B. p.
I dwell not (sir) alone in this default,
The blacke house yeelds me partners.
B. B.

All more cautelous.

B. Kt.
Qui caute, caste, that's my Motto still,
Iue trauailed with that word ouer most Kingdomes,
And laine safe with most nations on a leaking bottom
I haue beene as often tost on Venus seas
As trymer, and fresher barkes, when sounder vessels
Haue layne at anchor, that is kept the doore.
B. B.

She has no witnesse then?

B. Kt.
Grosse witnesse, when went one of his society?
To mischiefe with a witnesse?
B. B,
I haue don't then,
Away vpon the wings of speed, take post horse,
Cast thirty leagues of earth behinde thee suddenly,
Leaue letters ante-dated at our house,
Ten dayes at least from this.
B Kt.
Bishop I taste thee,
Good strong Episcopall counsell, take a bottle on't,
Twill serue thee all thy iourney.
B. B. p.
[Page]
But good (sir) how,
For my getting for the vnspied?
B. B.

There's Checke agen.

B. Q. p.

No, Ile helpe that.

B. Kt.

Well sayd my bouncing Iesuitesse.

B. Q. p.

There lies a secret valt.

B. Kt.

Away, make hast then.

B. B. p.
Runne for my Cabinet of intelligences,
For feare they search the house, good Bishop burn'em,
I cannot stand to picke 'em now.
B. B.

Begone the dangers all in you.

B. Kt.
Let me see Queenes pawne,
How formerly has packt vp his intelligences,
H'as laid them all in truckell beds (me thinkes)
And like Court harbingers has writ the names
In Chalke vpon their Chambers: Anglica,
Oh this is the English house, what newes there trow?
Hah by this hand most of these are bawdy epistles,
Time they were burnt indeed, whole bundles of 'em:
Here's from his daughter Blanch & daughter Bridget:
From the safe sanctuary in the White-Friers:
Those from two tender sisters of compassion,
In the bowels of Blomsbury:
These three from the Nonnery in Drury lane:
A fire, a fire, (go Iesuitesse) a fire:
What haue you there?
B. B.
A note (sir) of State policy,
And an exceeding safe one.
B. Kt.
Pray let's see it (Sir)
To sell away all the powder in the Kingdome,
To preuent blowing vp, that's safe, ile able it:
Here's a factious obseruation now,
That suits my humor better, he writes here
Some wiues in England will commit adultery,
And then send to Roome for a bull for their husbands.
B. B.

Haue they those shifts?

B. Kt.
[Page]
Oh no familiarity breathing
Sweeter, here wench take those papers,
Schorch em soundly, burne em to French russet,
And put em, in agen.
B. B.

Why, what's your mystery?

B. Kt.
Oh (sir) 'twill mocke the aduersary strangly,
If ere the house be searcht, 'twas done in Venis
Vppon the Iesuiticall expulse there,
Where the Inquesitors came all specktacl'd
To picke out syllables out of the dung of treason,
(As children pick their cherry-stones) yet found none;
But what they made themselues with ends of letters.
Do as I bid you Pawne.
Ent. B. Knights pawne.
B. Q. p.
Faith not in all,
I loue rogarie too well to let it fall:
How now, what newes with you?
B. Kt. p.
The sting of conscience
Afflicts me so for that inhumane violence,
On the White bishops Pawne, it takes away
My ioy, my rest.
B. Q. p.
This 'tis to make an Eunuch,
You made a sport on't then.
B. Kt. p.
Cease agreuation,
I come to be obsolu'd for't, where is my Confessor,
Why do'st thou point to the ground?
B. Q. p.
'Cause he went that way:
Come, come, helpe me in with this Cabinet,
Ile tell thee a strange Story.
B. Kt. p.

If't be sad, tis welcome.

B. Q. p.

Tis not much troubled with mirth, sir. Ex.

Enter Fat bishop, with his Pawne.
Fat B.

Pawne.

B. p.

I attend at your great holinesse seruice.

F. B.
For great, I grant you, but greatly holy,
There the sold alters fat Cathedrall bodies,
[Page]Haue very often leane, little soules,
Much like the Lady in the Lobstars head,
A great deale of shell and garbage of all colours,
But for the pure part, that should take wings and mount
That's at last gaspe, as if a man should gape,
And from a huge bulke let forth a butter-flye,
Likethose big-bellied mountaines, which the Poet
Deliuers, that are brought to bed with mans flesh,
Are my booke Printed pawne, my last invictiues against
Against the blacke-house?
F. B. p.
Ready for publication:
For I saw perfect bookes this morning (sir.)
F. B.
Fetch me a few, which I will instantly
Distribute amongst the White-house.
F. B. p.

With all speede (sir.)

F. B.
Tis a most Lordly life to rayle at ease,
See, eate, and drinke vpon the fat of one Kingdome;
And rayle vpon an other with the iuce on't:
I haue writ this booke out of the strength and marrow
Of six and thirty dishes at a meale:
But most on't out of cullishe of Cocke sparrowes,
Twill sticke and glew the faster to the aduersary,
Twill slit the roote of their most Caluish cause,
And yet I eate but little butchers meate
In the conception:
Of all things I commend the White-house best,
For plenty and variety of victualls:
When I was one of the blacke-house profest,
My flesh fell halfe a Cubit, time to revolt,
When my owne ribs reuolted; but to say truth,
I haue no preferment yet, that's suteable
To the greatnesse of my person and my parts:
I grant I liue at ease, for I am made
The Maister of the beds, the long acre of beds:
But there's no Marie-gold, that shuts and opens,
[Page]Flower gentlee Venis borth, apples of loue,
Pinckes, Hyanths, Honie-suckles, Daffa-down-dillies,
There was a time I'd much more brab then beds,
Now I'ue more beds, then drabs:
Yet there's no eminent trader deales in whole-sayle;
But she and I haue clap a barging vp,
Let in at water-gate, for which I haue rackt
My tennants purse-strings, that then'ue twang'd agen:
Yonder blacke Knight, the Fistula of Europe,
Enter b. B. with b. Kt.
Whose disease once I vndertooke to cure,
With a high Holborne halter, when he last
Vouchsaft to peepe into my priuiledged lodgings
He saw good store of plate, and rich hangings:
He knew I brought none to the White-house with me,
I haue not lost the vse of my profession,
Since I turned White-house bishop:
Ent. Pawne with bookes.
B. Kt.
Looke, more bookes yet?
Yonder greasie gormundizing Prelate
Does worke our house more mischiefe by his scripts,
His fat and fulsome Volumes,
Then the whole body of the aduers party.
B. B.
Oh 'twere a Master-peece of serpent subtilty
To fetch him a this side agen.
B. Kt.
And then damme him
Into the bag for euer, or expose him
Against the aduerse party, which now he feeds on;
And that would double dam him, my reuenge
Has prompted me already, ile confound him
A both sides for the phisicke he prouided,
And the base Chyrurgion he invented for me,
Ile tell you what a most vncutholicall ieast
He put vpon me once when my paine tortur'd me,
He told me he had found a present cure for me,
Which I grew proude on, and obseru'd him seriously,
What thinke you 'twas, being execution day,
[Page]He shewd the Hangman to me out at window.
The common Hangman.
B. B.
I'le make him the baloom ball,
Of the Churches.
And both the sides shall tosse him, he lookes like one,
A thing sweld vp with mingled drinke and wine,
And will bound well from one side to another.
Come, you shall write our second bishops dead
Which has yet no imployment in the Game
Perhaps nor euer shall, it may be wonne
Without his motion, it rest in ours:
He shall be flattered with Sede vacant,
Make him beleeue he comes into his place,
And that will fetch him with a vengance to vs,
For I know powder is not more ambitious,
When the match meet it, then his minde for mounting
As Couetous and Leacherous.
B. B.

No more, now (Sir) both the sides fill.

W. Ki.

This ha's bin look't for long.

F. B.
The stronger sting it shootes into the bloud
Of the blacke aduersary, I'm asham'd now,
I was theirs euer, what a Lumpe was I?
When I was led in ignorance and blindnesse?
I must confesse I'ue all my life time playd
The Foole, till now.
B. Kt.

And now he plaies two parts, the foole and knaue.

F. B.
Ther's my recantation in the last leafe.
Wer't like a Ciceronian in pure Latain.
VV. B.

Pure honesty, the better latain serues then,

B. Kt.
Out of those pestilent pamphlets those are they
That wound our cause to the heart.
B. B.

Heere, more anger yet.

B. Kt.

But we come well prouided for this storme

W. Q.
Is this my Pawne? she that should
Enter both Houses.
Guard our Person,
Or some pale figure of deiection,
Her shape vsurping, sorrow and affrightment,
Has preuailed strangly with her.
W. Q. p.
King of Integrety,
Queene of the same, and all the house professors
Of noble Candor, vncorrupted iustice,
And truth of heart, through my alone discouery
(My like and honor wondrously preserued)
I bring into your knowledge with my sufferings,
Fearefull affrightments, and heart-killing terrors,
The great incendiary of all Christendome,
The absolute abuser of true sanctity,
Fayrer peace, and holy order can be found
In any part of th'vniuefsall Globe:
Who making meeke deuotion keep the doore,
(His lips being full of holy zeale at first)
Would haue committed a foule rape vppon me.
W. Q.

Hah?

W. Ki.
A rape? that's foule indeed, the very sound
To our eare fowler then the offence it selfe
To some Kings of the earth.
W. Q. p.
Sir, to proceede,
Gladly I offered life to preserue honour,
Which would not be accepted without both:
The chiefe of his ill ayme to be at mine honour,
Till heauen was pleased by some vnlookt for accident,
To giue me courage to redeeme my selfe.
W. Ki.
When we finde desperate sinnes
In ill mens company,
We place a charitable sorrow there;
But custome and their leaprous inclination,
Quits vs of wonder: for our expectation
Is answered in their liues, but to finde sinne
Vnder a robe of Sanctity, is able
To draw all number to that monster onely,
[Page]And leaue created monsters vnadmired,
The pride of him that tooke first fall fo pride,
Is to be Angell shapt, and imitate
The forme from whence he lell; but this offendor,
Farre, baser then sinnes maister, fix'd by vowe
To holy order which is Angells method,
It grieues me that my knowledg must be tainted,
With his infested name,
Oh rather with thy finger poynt him out.
W. Q. p.
The place that he should fil is void my L.
His guilt has scarde him the blacke Bishops pawne.
B. B.
Hah, mine, my pawne? the glory of his order,
The prime and president zealot on the earth?
Impudent pawne, for thy sake at this minute
Modesty suffers, all that's vertuous blushes,
And truths selfe like the sunne vext with a mist,
Lookes red with anger.
W. B.

Be not thou drunke with rage too

B. B.
Sober sincerity nor you a cup,
Spake with Hypocrisie.
W. Kt.
You name their Bishop,
But your own Christmas bole you morning draught
Next your Episcopall heart all the twelue dayes,
Which smacke you cannot leaue all the yeare after.
B. Kt.
A shrewd retorte
Has made our Bishop smell of burning too,
Would I stood farther off, wer't no impeachment
To my honor orthe game, would they wold play faster
White Knight, ther's acknowledged from our house
A reuerence to you and respect
To that Lord Duke stands next you, with the fauour
Of the white King, and th'afore-named respected,
I combate with this cause, if with all speed
Wast not one syllable, vnfortunate pawne,
Of what I speake, thou dost not plead destruction
[Page]A plea which will but faintly take thee off neither,
From this Leuiathan scandall, that lyes rowling
Vpon the Christall waters of deuotion,
Or what may quit the more (though enough nothing)
Fall downe, and foame, and by than pang discouer,
The vexing spirit of falshood strongly within thee,
Make thy selfe ready for perdition,
Ther's no remoue in all the Game to scape it,
This pawne or this, the Bishop, or my selfe
Will take thee in the end, play how you can.
W. Q. p.
Spite of sins glorious ostentatio n;
And all blood-threats, that thunder crackes of pride,
Vshering a storme malice house of impudence,
Trust and aeqiuocation, my true cause
Shall keepe the path it treads in.
B. Kt.
I play thus then:
Now in the hearing of this high assembly,
Bring forth the time of this attempts conception.
W. B.

It seemes blacke Knight you are afraid to touch it

B. Kt.
Well it's eruption, will she haue it so then?
Or your white Bishop for her, the more vncleane▪
Vile and impious that you vrge the straine to,
The greater will her shames heape now i'th end,
And the wrongs meeke mans glory, the time (pawne)
W. Q. p.

Yesterdayes cursed euening.

B. Kt.
Oh the treasure of my reuenge I cannot spend on thee,
Ruine enough to spare for all thy kinred too,
For honors sake call in more slanderers,
I haue such plentifull confusion,
I know not how to wast it, ile bee nobler yet,
And put her to her owne house: King of meeknesse
Take the cause to thee, for our hands are too heauy,
Our proofes will fall vpon her like a Tower,
And grinde her bones to powder.
W. Q. p.
[Page]
What new engine,
Ha's the diuell raysed in him now.
B. Kt.
Is it he,
And that the time stands firme, now to your scandall,
Pray do not shift your slander.
W. Q. p.
Shift your treachery,
They'ue worne one suit too long.
B. Kt.
That holy man,
So wrongfully accused by this lost pawne:
H'as not beene seene these ten daies in these parts.
W. Kt.

How.

B. Kt.

Nay at this instant thirty leagues from hence.

W. p.

Fadomlesse falshood, will it scape vnblasted.

W. Ki.

Can you make this appeare?

B. Kt.
Light is not clearer,
By his owne letters (most impartiall Monarch.)
W. Kt. p.

How wrongfully may sacred vertue suffer, sir.

B. Kt.

Bishop we haue a treasure of that false heart.

W. Ki.

Step forth and reach those proofes.

W. Q. p.
Amazement couers me,
Can I be forsaken of a cause
So strong in truth and equity, will vertue
Send me no ayde in this hard time of friendship.
B. Kt.
There's an infallible staffe and a red hat
Reserued for you.
W. Kt. p.

Oh, sir, indeede.

B. Kt.
A staffe
That will not easily breake, you may trust to't,
And such a one had your corruction need of,
There's a state figge for you now,
W. Ki.
Behold all,
How they were in one:
I alwayes held a charity so good
To holinesse profest I euer beleeued rather,
The accuser false you the professor vitious.
B. Kt.
[Page]
A charity like all your vertues else,
Gracious and glorious.
W. Kt.
Where sets the offence,
Let the faults punishment be deriued from thence:
We leaue her to your censure.
B. Kt.

Most iust Maiesty.

W. Q. p.
Calamity of vertue, my Queene leaues me too:
Am I cast off as the Oliue casts her flower?
Poore friendlesse innocence art thou left a prey,
To the deuourer?
W. Kt.
Nor thou art not lost,
Let em put on their bloodiest resolutions,
If the faire policy I ayme at prospers:
Thy counsell (noble Duke.)
W. D.

For that worke chiefely.

W. Kt.

A man for speede now.

W. B. p.
Let it be my honor, sir,
Make me that flight that owes my liues seruice.
B. Kt.

Was not this brought about for our honours:

B. B.

Pish, the Galician braine can worke out wonders.

B. Kt.
Let's vse her, as vpon like discouery
A mayde was vsed at Venice, euery one
Be ready with a pennance being maiesty
Vessell of foolish scandall, take thy fright
Had beene in that Cabinet of nicenesse,
Halfe the virginities the earth lockt vp,
And all sweept at one cast, by the dexterity
Of a Iesuiticall Gamster t'ad not valu'd
The least part of that general worth thou hast tainted.
B. Ki.

First I enioyne thee to a three daies fast for't.

B. Q.

You're to penurious, sir, ill make it foure.

B. B.

I to a twelue houres kneeling at one time.

B. Kt.
And in a roome fil'd al with Aretines pictures,
(More then the twelue labours of Luxurie)
Thou shalt not so much as the chast pummell see
[Page]Of Lucrece dagger peeping: nay Ile punish thee
For a discouerer, ile torment thy modesty.
B. D.
After that foure dayes last, into the inquisition house.
Strengthned with bread and water for worse pennance.
B. Kt.

Why well said Duke of our house, nobly agriuated.

W. Q p
Vertue to shew her influence more strong,
Fits me with patience mightier then my wrong.
Finit Actus Secundus.

Incipit Tertius.

Enter Fat Bishop.
F. Bishop.
I Know my pen drawes blood of the blacke house,
Ther's neuer a booke I writ but their cause bleedes,
It has lost many an ounce of reputation,
Since I came to this side, I deepe in,
And leaue the Orifex gushing were I come:
But wher's my aduancement all this while I haue got,
I'de haue some round preferment, corpulent dignity
That beares some breath and compasse in the gulfe on't,
I am perswaded that this flesh would fit
The biggest chayre Ecclesiasticall,
If it were put to tryall, to be made Maister of an Hospitall,
Is but a kind of disease-bred honour:
Or dreame of the poore almes Knights that weare badges
Ther's but two lazy beggerly preferments,
In the white Kingdome, and I'ue got em both,
My merrit does begin to be crop-sicke
For want of other Titles.
Enter blacke Knight.
B. Kt.
Oh here walkes his fulsome holinesse:
Now for the Maister-peece
To vndo him euerlasting, that's put home,
[Page]And make him hang in most seriously,
That ieasted with an halter vpon,
F. B.

The blacke Knight? I must looke to play then.

B. Kt.
I bring faire gretings to your reuerend vertues,
From Cardinall Paulus your most princely kinsman.
F. B.
Our princely kinsman saith thou? we accept [...]m:
Pray keep your side and distance, I am chary
Of my Episcopall person:
I know the Knights walke in this Game too well,
He may slip ouer me, and where am I then?
B. Kt.
There where thou shalt be
Shortly if arte faile not,
The Letter. RIght Reuerend and noble ( meaning me) our true kinsman in affection, but alienated in blood, your vnkind disobedience to the mother cause, prooues the onely cause of your ill fortune at this time: My present remooue by generall election to the Papall dignity, had now auspiciously setled you in my Sede vacante (how had it so) which at my next remooue, by death might proued, your step to supremacy.
(Hah, all my bodies blood mounts to my face,
To looke vpon this letter.)
B. Kt.
The pill workes with him,
Thinke on't seriously it is not yet too late then,
Through the submisse acknowledgment
Of your disobedience`
To be brotherly receiued into the louing
Bosome of the Conclaue.
F. B.
This was the chayre of ease I euer aymed at,
Ile make a bonfire of my bookes immediatly
All, that are left against that side ile sacrifice:
Packe vp my plate and goods, and steale away
By night at Water-gate: It is but penning
An other recantation, and in venting
[Page]Two or three bitter bookes against the white house,
And then I'me atother side agen,
As firme as ere I was, as fat, and flourishing:
Blacke Knight, expect a wonder ere't belong,
Thou shalt see me one of the blacke-house.
B. Kt.
Your holinesse is merry with the messenger,
Too happy to be true, you speake what should be.
If naturall compunction toucht you truely:
Oh you'ue drawn-blood, liue blood, blood of honor
From your most deare primitiue mothers heart:
Your sharpe inuectiues haue beene points of speares
In her sweet tender sides, the vnkind wounds
Which the sonne giues, a sonne of reuerence specially,
They rankle ten times more, you the aduersaries:
I tell you, sir, your reuerend reuolt
Did giue the feare-fullest blow to adoration
Our cause ere felt, it shooke the very statues,
The veines and ashes of the Sainted sleepers.
F. B.
Forbeare, or I shall melt i'the place I stand,
And let forth a fat Bishop in sad syrrop:
Suffice I am yours, when they least dreame on't,
Ambitious fooder, power and riches drawes me,
When I smell honor that's the locke of hay,
That lead me throgh the worlds field euery way. Ex.
B. Kt. Here's a sweet pange to propogate beleefe on,
Like the foundation of a Chappell layd
Vpon a quagmire, I may number him now
Amongst my inferior policies, and not shame em;
But let me a little solace my designes
With the remembrance of some braue ones past,
To cherrish the futerrity of proiect,
Whose motion must be restlesse til that great work,
Cald the possession of the world be ours:
Was it not procured a gallant fleete,
From the white Kingdome to secure our coasts,
[Page]Gainst th'infidell Pyrats, vnder pretext
Of more necessities expedition,
Who made the Iayles flye open (without miracle)
And let the Locusts out, those dangerous flies.
Whose properti's to burne corne without touching
The Heritique Granaries, feele it to this minute;
And now they'ue got amongst the country Corps,
They sticke so fast to the conuerted eares,
The loudest tempest that authority rowzes,
Will hardly shake 'em off, they haue their dennes
In Ladies coaches, their safe groues and fennes:
Nay they were followed and found out by th' sent
Palme oyle will make a Purseuant relent:
Whose policy was it to put a silenc't muzle,
On all the barking tong-men of the time:
Made pictures that were enough before,
Poore sufferers in that politicke restraint?
My light spleene skips, and shakes my ribs to think on't
Whilst our drift walkt vncensured, but in thought
A whifle or a whisper, would be questioned,
In the most fortunate Angle in the World,
The Court has held the City by thy Hornes,
Whilst I haue milkt her: I haue got good soups too
From Countries for their liberties,
From some for their most vainly hopd for preferments.
High offices, in th'ayre, I should no liue
But for this Mellacrim, this mirth Manna,
Enter blacke Knights pawne.
My pawne? how now, the new's.
B, Kt. p.
Expect none very pleasing
That comes (sir) of my bringing, I'me so sad.
B. Kt.
Thy conscience is so tender hooft a late,
Euery nayle prickes it.
B. Kt. p.
This may pricke yours too,
If there be any quicke flesh in a yard on't.
B. Kt.
Mine, mischiefe must finde a deepe nayle and a driuer.
[Page]Beyond the strength of any Matchauile:
The politicke Kingdomes fatten to reach mine,
Prithee compunction needle pricke a little,
Vnbind this sore wound.
B. Kt. p.

Sir, your plots discouered.

B. Kt.
Which of the twenty thousand, nine hundreth
Threescore and fiue, canst tell?
B. Kt. p
Blesse vs, so many?
How does poore Country men haue but one plot
To keepe a Cow o [...], yet in law for that,
You cannot'em all sure by their names (Sir)
B. Kt.
Yes were the number trebled: thou hast seene
A Globe stand on the table in my Closet.
B. Kt p.

A thing (sir) drawne with Countries and hard words.

B. Kt.
True, with lines drawne
Some Tropicall, some oblique.
B. Kt. p.

I scarce can read, I was brought vp in blindnesse.

B. Kt.
Iust such a thing (if ere my scull be open'd)
Will my braines looke like.
B. Kt p.

Like a Globe of Countries.

B. Kt.
I and some Maister politician,
That has sharpe state eyes will go neere to picke out
The plots and euery climate where they fastned,
And will puzle em too.
B. Kt. p.

I'me of your minde for that (sir.

B. Kt.
Th'le finde em too full vpon so ne countries,
The'd neede vse spectacles; but I turne to you now,
What plot is that discouered?
B. Kt. p.
Your last bruite sir,
Begot 'twixt the blacke Bishop and your selfe,
Your ante-dated letters 'bout the Iesuite.
B. Kt.

Discouered, how?

B. Kt. p.
The white Knights policy has out stript yours it seemes:
Ioyned with th'assistant councell of this Duke:
The white Bishops pawne vndertooke the iourney,
[Page]Who as they say, discharged it like a flight,
I made him for the businesse fit and light.
B. Kt.
'Tis but a bawdy pawne out of the way a little,
Ther's enough of them in all parts.
Enter both Houses.
B. B.

You haue heard all then.

B. Kt.
The wonders past with me, but some
Shall downe for't.
W. Ki.
Set free that vertuous pawne from all her wrongs,
Let her be brought with honor to, the face,
Of her malicious Aduersary.
B. Kt.

Good.

W. Ki.
Noble chast Knight, a title of that Candor,
The greatest Prince on earth without impeachment
May haue the dignity of his worth comprized in,
This fayre deliuering act vertue will register,
In that white booke of the defence of Virgins,
Where the cleare fame all preseruing Knights,
Are to eternall memory consecrated;
And wee embrace as partner of that honour,
This worthy Duke, the counsell of the act,
Whom wee shall euer place in our respect.
W. D.
Most blessed of Kings, thron'd in al royal graces,
Euery good deed sends backe it's owne rewards,
Into the bosome of the enterprizer;
But you to expresse your selfe as well to be
King of munificency, as integrity
Addes glory to the gift.
W. Ki.
Thy deserts clayme it,
Zeale and fidelity appeare, thou beauty
Of truth and innocence, best ornament
Of patience, thou that mad'st thy sufferings glorious
B. .Kt.
Ile take no knowledg on't what makes she here?
How dare you pawne vnpennanc't with a cheeke
Fresh as her false-hood yet, where castigation
Has left no pale print of her visiting anguish,
[Page]Appeare in this assembly, let me alone,
Sinne must be bold, that's all the grace 'tis bound too.
W. Kt.

What's this?

W. Ki.

I'me wonder strocke.

W. Q. p.
Assist me goodnesse,
I shall to prison againe.
B. Kt.
At least I'ue maz'd em,
Scattered by admiration of her innocence,
(As the fir'd ships put in, seuered the Fleete
In eighty eight) Ile on with't, impudence
Is mischiefes patrimony, is his Iustice
Iniured reuerence no sharplier righted,
I euer held that Maiesty impartiall,
That like vnequall, Heauen lookes on the manners,
Not on the shapes they shrowde in.
W. Ki.
This blacke Knight
Will neuer take any answere, 'tis a victory
To make him vnderstand, he does amisse,
When he knowes in his owne cleare vnderstanding,
That he does nothing else, shew him the testimony
Confirmed by good men, how that foule attempter,
Got but this morning to the place from whence
He dated his forged lines six daies past,
B. Kt.
Why may not the corruption sleep in this,
By some connivence, as you haue walkt in ours,
By too rash confidence.
W. D.
Ile vndertake
That Knight shall teach the diuell how to lye.
W. Kt.
If sinne were halfe so wise as impudent,
She'de neere seek father for an aduocate.
En. B. Q. p.
B. Q. p.
Now to act treachery with an angels tong,
Since all ours come out, ile bring him in strongly agen,
Where is his iniur'd chastity? this goodnesse
Whose worth no transitory prize can equall,
This rocke of constant, and invinceable vertue
[Page]That made sinnes tempest weary of his fury.
B. Q.

What is my pawne destracted?

B. Kt.
I thinke rather
Ther's some notable Maister-prize of rogary,
This drum strikes vp for.
B. Q. p.
Let me fall downe with reuerence
Before this blessed Altar.
B Q.

This is madnesse.

B. Kt.
Marke the end, I stand for rogery stil,
I will not change my side,
B. Q. p.
I shall be tax'd I know
I care not what the blacke house thinks of me.
B. Q.

What say you now?

B. Kt.

I will not be vnlayed yet.

B. Q. p.
How euer sensure flies, I honor sanctity,
That is my obiect I intend no other,
I saw this glorious and most valiant vertue,
Fight the most noble combat with the diuell.
B. Q.
If both the Bishops had bin there for seconds
T'ad beene a compleate Diuell.
W. Ki.

Then thou hast heard the violence intended?

B. Q. p.
Tis a truth, I ioy to iustifie I was an agent
On vertues part, and rays'd that confused noyse,
That started his attempt and gaue her liberty.
W. Q. p.
Oh 'tis a righteous story she has told (Sir)
My life and same stands mutually ingaged,
Both to the truth and goodnesse of this pawne.
W. Ki.

Does it appeare to you, yet cleare as the Sun.

B. Kt.

Lasse I beleeued it long before 'twas done.

B. Ki.

Degenerate

B. Q.

Base,

B. B.

Perfidious.

B. D.

Trayterous pawne

B. Q. p,

What are you al besides your selues?

B. Kt.

But I remember that pawne.

B. Q. p.
[Page]
May a fearefull barrennesse,
Blast both my hopes and pleasures, if I brought not
Her ruine in my pitty, a new trap
For her more sure confusion.
B. Kt.
Haue I not wonne now,
Did not I say 'twas craft, and machination?
I smell conspiracie all the way I went,
Although the messe were couered I'me so vs'd to't.
B. Kt.

That queene would I faine finger.

B. Kt.
You are too hasty (sir)
If she were took the game would be ours quickly,
My aymes at that white Knight, t'entrap him first.
The Duke will follow too.
B. B.
Would that Bishop were in my Diocesse,
I'de soone change his whitenesse.
B. Kt.
(Sir) I could whip you vp a pawne imediatly,
I know where my game stands.
B. Ki.
Do't suddainly,
Aduantage least must not be lost in this play.
B. Kt.

Pawne, thou art ours.

W. Kt.
Hee's taken by default,
By wilfull negligence, gard the sacred persons,
Looke well to the white Bishop, for that pawne
Gaue guard to the queene, and him in the third place.
B. Kt.
See what sure peece you locke your confidence in,
I made this pawne heere by corruption ours,
As soone as honour by creation yours,
The whitenesse vpon him is but the leaprosy
Of pure dissemulation: view him now,
His heart and his intents are of our colour.
His vpper garment being taken off, he ap­peares blacke vnder.
W. Ki.

Most dangerous Hypocrite

W. D.

One made against vs.

W. Q.

This truth of his complection.

W. Ki
Has my goodneesse,
Clemency, loue, and fauour gracious rays'd thee
[Page]From a condition next to popular labour,
Tooke thee from all the dublitable hazards
Of Fortune? her most vnsecure aduentures?
And grafted thee into a branch of honour,
And dost thou fal from the top bough by the rottennes
Of thy alone corruption, like a fruite
That's ouer-ripned by the beames of fauour,
Let thy owne weight reward thee, I haue forgot thee,
Integrity of life is so deare to me,
Where I finde falshood, or a crying trespasse,
Be it in any whom our grace shines most on,
I'de teare em from my heart.
W. B.

Spoke like Heauens substitute.

W. Ki.
You haue him, we can spare him, and his shame
Will make the rest looke better to their Game.
(B. Ki.

The more cunning we must vse then.

B. Kt.
Wee shall match you,
Play how you can) perhaps, and make you too.
F. B.
Is there so much amazement spent on him
That's but halfe black, there might be hope of that man
But how will this house wonder, if I stand forth
And shew a whole one, instantly discouer
One that's all blacke, where ther's no hope at all.
W. Ki.
Ile say, thy heart then iustifies thy bookes,
I long for thy discouery.
F. B.
Looke no farther then,
Beare witnesse all the house I am the man,
And turne my selfe into the blacke house freely,
I am of this side now.
W. K.

Monster neere matcht him.

B. Ki.

This is your noble worke Knight.

B. Kt.

Now Ile halter him▪

F. B.
Next newes you heare, expect my bookes against you,
Printed at Doway, Bruxells, or Spallato.
W. Kt.

See his goods seaz'd on.

F. R.
[Page]
Lasse, they were all conueyed
Last night by water-gate, to a Taylors house:
A friend of Blacke house.
B. Ki.

A prepared Hypocrite.

W. D.

Premeditated tuene-coate.

Exeunt.
F. B.
Yes, rayle on,
Ile reach you in my writings when I'me gone.
B. Kt.
Flatter him a while with honors til we put him
Vpon some dangerous seruice, and then burne him▪
B. Ki.

This came vnlookt for.

B. D.

How wee reioyce to see you.

F. B.

Now ile discouer all the white house to you.

B. D.

Indeed that will both reconcile and prayse you.

W. Kt. p.

I rest vpon you knight for my aduancement.

B. Kt.
Oh for the staffe, the strong staffe that wil hold
And the red hat fit for the guilty mazure,
Into the empty bagge, know the first way,
Pawnes that are lost, are euer out of play.
W. K. p.

How's this?

B. Kt.
No replication you know me,
No doubt e're long you'le haue more company.
The bagge is big enough t'wil hold v [...]a [...]
Ex.
W. Q p.
I sue to thee, prethee be one of vs
Let my loue winne thee, thou hast done truth this day,
And yesterday my honor noble seruice.
The best Pawne of our house, could transcend it not.
B. Q. p.
My pitty stands with zeale especially,
When I foresaw your marriage, then I amounted.
VV. Q. p.

How? marriage?

B. Q. p.
That contaminating Art,
Would haue spoild al our fortunes a rape God blesse vs.
W. Q. p.

Thou talkst of marriage.

B. Q. p.
Yes, yes, you do marry,
I saw the man.
W. Q. p.

The man.

B. Q. p.
[Page]
An absolute handsome Gentleman, a compleat one,
You'de say so when you see him, heire to the three red hats,
Besides his generall hopes in the blacke house.
W. Q. p.
Sure thou art mistaken, for this man
I haue promist single life to all my affections.
B. Q. p.
Promise you what you will, or I, or all's one,
There's fate rules vs, and ouer rules vs all me thinkes.
W. Q. p.

How came you to see or know this mistery.

B. Q. p.
A Magicall glasse I bought of an Egyptian,
Whose stone retaines that speculatiue vertue,
Presented the man to me, your name brings him
As often as I vse it, and me thinkes
I neuer haue enough person and postures:
Are all so pleasing.
W. Q. p.
This is wondrous strange,
The faculties of soule are still the same,
I cannot feele one motion tend that way.
B. Q. p.
We do not alwayes seeke, the faith we liue by,
Nor euer see our growth, yet both worke▪ vpward.
W. Q. p.

It was well applied, but may I see him too.

B. Q. p.
Surely you may without all doubt or feare,
Obseruing the right vse as I was taught it,
Not looking backe, nor questioning the specter.
W. Q. p.
That's no hard obseruation, trust it
With me, is't possible, I long to see this man.
B. Q. p.
Pray follow me then,
And Ile case you instantly.
Exeunt.
Enter blacke Iesting Pawne.
B. I. p.
I would so faine take one of these white pawnes now.
I'de make him do all vnder drudgery,
Feede him with ashes, milke, cromb'd with Goates cheese;
And all the white meates can be deuised for him,
So make him my white Iennet when I prance it,
After the blacke Knights litter.
W. p.
You'd looke then,
[Page]Iust like the Diuell striding ouer a night mare.
Made of a Millers daughter.
B. p.
A pox on you, were you so nigh, I'me taken
Like a Blacke-bird in the great snow, this white
Pawne grinning ouer me.
W. p.
And now because I will not foule my clothes
Euer hereafter? for white quickly soyles you know.
B. p.
I prethe get thee gone,
Then I shall smut thee.
W. Q. p.
Ile put that to venture, now I haue
Snapt thee, thou shalt do all the durty drugery,
That slauery was euer put too.
B. p.
I shall cousen you,
You may chance come and finde your worke vndone,
For I'me too proud to labour, ile starue first,
I tell you that before hand.
W. p.
I will fit you then with a blacke
Whip, that shall not be behind hand.
B. p
Pish, I haue beene vsed to whipping,
I haue whipt my selfe three miles out of Towne
In a morning, I can fast a fortnight, and
Make all your meate stinke, and lye vpon your hands.
W. p.
To preuent that, your foode shall be
Blacke berries, and vpon gaudy daies a pickled
Spider cut out like Anchouis: Ime not to
Learne a monthes ordinary, come fir, will you firke.
En. a second blacke pawne
2. B. p.
Soft, soft you, you haue no such
Bargaine on't, if you looke well about you.
W. p.
I'me snapt too, a blacke
Pawne in the breech of me:
Wee three looke like a bird spit, a white Chick
Betweene two russet Wood-cockes.
B. p.

I'me glad of this.

W. p.

But you shal haue smal cause, for ile firke you.

2. B. p.

And ile firke you agen.

W. p.
[Page]

And Ile firke you againe.

B. p.
Mas here will be old firking, I shall
Haue the worst on't, for I can firke no body,
Wee draw together now for all the world.
Like three flies with one straw throgh their buttocks.
Enter blacke Q. p. and White Q. p.
B. Q. p.
This is the roome he did appeare to me in,
And looke you, this the Magicall glasse, that shew'd him.
W. Q. p.
I finde no motion yet, what should I
Thinke on't? a suddaine feare inuades me,
A faint trembling vnder this omen
As oft felt the panting of a Turtle,
Vnder a stroaking hand.
B. Q. p.
That boads good lucke still,
Signe you shall chang state speedily: for that trembling
Is alwayes the first symptome of a bride,
For any vaine feares that may accompany
His apparitian, by my truth to friendship
I quite you of the least, neuer was obiect
More gracefully presented, the very ayre
Conspires to do him honor, and treats
Sweet vocall sinne as if a bride-groome enters:
Which argues the biest harmony of your loues.
W p.

And will the vsing of my name produce him.

B. p.
Nay of yours only, els the wonder halted,
To cleare you of that doubt: ile put the difference
In practise, the first thing I do, and make
His inuocation in the name of others.
W. Q p.

That will satisfie me much.

B. Q p.
It shall be done.
Thou with gentle forme and face,
Fil'd lately this Egypted Glasse,
By th'emperious powerfull name,
And the Vninersall fame,
Of the mighty blacke House Queene
[Page]I coniure thee to be seene.
What see you nothing yet?
W. Q. p.

Not any part: Pray try another.

B. Q. p.
You shall haue your will:
I double my commaund and power,
And at the instant of this houre:
Invoke thee in the white queenes name,
VVith stay for time, and shape the same.
What see you yet?
W. Q. p.

There's nothing shewes at all.

B. Q. p.
My truth reflects the clearer.
Then now fix and blesse your fayre eye,
With your owne for euer.
Thou well compos'd by fates hand drawne,
To enioy the white Queenes Pawne,
Of whom thou shalt (by vertue meete)
Many gracefull issues get:
By the beauty of her fame,
By the whitenesse of her name,
By her faire and fruitfull loue,
By her truth that mates the Doue,
By the meeknesse of her minde,
By the softnesse of her kinde,
By the lusture of her grace,
By al these thou'rt summond to this place.
Harke how the ayre inchanted with your prayses,
And his approach this words to sweet notes rayses.
En. b. B. p. in rich attire like an Apari­tian, & stands before the glasse then Exit.
W. Q. p.

Oh let him stay a while, a little longer.

B. Q. p.

That's a good hearing.

W. Q p

If he be mine, why shold he part so soone?

B. Q. p.
Why, this is but the shadow of yours:
How do you?
W. Q. p.
Oh, I did in to giue consent to see it,
What certainty is in our bloods our states?
What we still write is blotted out by fates:
[Page]Our wills are like a cause that is Law-tost,
What one Court orders, is by another-crost.
B. Q. p.
I find no fit place for this passion here,
Tis meerely an intruder, he is a Gentleman,
Most wishfully composed, honor growes on him,
And wealth pil'd vp for him, has youth enough too,
And yet in the sobriety of his Countenance,
Graue as a Tetrach, which is gracious
Ith'eye of modest pleasure, where's the emptinesse,
What can you more request.
W. Q. p.
I do not know
What answere yet to make, it doth require,
A meeting 'twixt my feare and my desire.
B. Q. p.

Shee's caught, and which is strong, by her most wronger.

Finit Actus Tertius.

Incipit Quartus.

Enter Blacke Knights Pawne, and Blacke Bishops Pawne.
B. Kt. P.
THE Iesuit in his gallant habit,
Tis he my Confessor, he might haue pass'd me
Seauen yeares together, had I not by chance
Aduanc'd mine eye vpon that lettered Hat bond:
The Iesuiticall symbale to be worne,
By the braue Colledgians with consent,
Tis a strange habit for a holy Father,
A president of pouerty especially:
But wee the sonnes and daughters of Obedience,
Dare not once think awry, but must confesse our selues
[Page]As humble to the father of that feather,
Long speare and ponyard, as to the Abbey and Alter,
And happy we are so highly grac'd t'attaine to't,
Holy and reuerend.
B. B. p.

How has found me out?

B. Kt. p.
Oh (sir) put on the sparlingst trim of glory▪
Perfection will shine for most, and I know you
By the Catholicall marke you weare about you,
The marke aboue your fore-head.
B. B. p.
Are you growne
So ambitious in your obseruance: well, your businesse,
I haue my Game to follow.
B. Kt. p.
I haue a worme
Followes me, so that I can follow no game,
The most faint hearted pawne, if hee could see
His play, might snap me vp at pleasure:
I desire (sir) to be absolued, my conscience
Being at ease, I could then with more courage
Play my Game.
B. B. p.

'Twas a base fact.

B. Kt. p.

'Twas to a Schisamticke pawne (sir.)

B. B. p.
What's that to the ability of reuenge
Suffices I haue neither will nor power
To giue you absolution for that violence,
Make your petition to the penance Chamber,
If the Taxe Regester relieue you in't,
By the blacke bishops clemency you hau'wrought out,
A single peece of fauour with your money,
It's all your refuge now.
En. w. Q. and b. Q. p.
B. Kt. p.

This sting shootes deeper.

B. B. p.
Yonder's my Game, which like apoletick Chessner,
I must not seeme to see.
W. Q. p.

Oh my heart.

B. Q. p.

That 'tis.

VV. Q. p.
The very same that the Magicall
[Page]Presented lately vnto me.
B. Q. p.
Aud how like
A most regardlesse stranger hee walkes by,
Meerely ignorant of that sate, you are not indeede
The principall'st part of him, what strange misteries
Inscrutable loue workes by.
W. Q. p.
The time you see,
Is not yet come.
B. Q. p.
But 'tis in our power now
To bring time neerer, knowledge is a mastery,
And make it obserue vs, and not wee it
W. Q. p.
I would force nothing
From it's proper vertue,
Let time haue his full course. I'de rather die
The modest death of vndiscouered loue,
You haue heau'ns leaft and lowest seruant suffer,
Or in his motion receiue checke for me:
How is my soules growth altar'd that single life,
The fittest garment that peace ere made for't
Is growne too streight, too stubborn on the suddain.
B. Q. p.

Hee comes this way agen.

W. Q. p.
Oh here's a Traytor
Leapt from my heart into my cheeke all ready.
That will betray all to his powerfull eye,
If it but glance vpon me.
B. Q. p.
By my verity
Looke, he's past by agen, downe in neglect
Without the prosperous hin't of so much happines
To looke vpon his forrude, how close fate
Seales vp the eye of humaine vnderstanding,
Till like the Sunnes flower, time and loue incloses it,
'Tis pitty he should dwell in ignorance longer.
W. Q. p.

What will you do?

B. Q. p.
Yes, dye a bash full death, doe
And let the remedy passe by vnus'd skill,
[Page]You're chayn'd enough all ready, looke into't,
Absolute (Sir) with your most noble pardon,
For this my rude intrusion I am bold
To bring the knowledge of a secret neerer,
By many daies (sir) then would it arriue,
In its owne proper reuelation with you,
Pray turne and fix, do you know yon'd noble goodnes,
B. B. p.
Tis the first minute my eye blest me with her,
And clearely shews how much my knowledg wanted,
Not knowing her till now.
B. Q. p.
She's to be lik'd then,
Pray view aduisedly, there's strong reason,
That I'me so bold to vrge it, you must guesse
The worke concernes you neerer then you thinke for.
B. B. p.
Her glory and the wonder of this secret,
Puts a recipicall amazement on me.
B. Q. p.
And tis not without worth,
You two must be better acquainted.
B. B. p.
Is their cause affinity,
Or any couetous helpe creation ioyes in,
To bring that worke forward.
B. Q. p.
Yes, yes, I can shew you,
The neerest way to that perfection,
Of a most vertuous one, that ioy ere found,
Pray marke her once agen you follow me,
And I will shew you her, must be your wife (sir.)
B. B. p.
The mistery exceeds, or else creation,
Has set that admirable peece before vs,
To chuse out chaste delight by.
B. Q. p.

Please you follow (Sir.)

B. B. p.
What heart haue you to put in on one obiect,
And cannot get me off? tis paine to part from't.
Exit.
W. Q. p.
If there proue no check in the Magick-glasse.
But by proportion come as faire, and full
Into his eyes as his into mine lately,
[Page]You I'me confirmed he is mine for euer.
Enter agen B. B. p.
B. B. p.
The very selfe same that my mirror blest me, with
From head to foote, the beauty and the habit,
Kept you this place? still did not you remooue Lady.
VV. Q. p.

Not a foote (sir.)

B. Q. p.
Is't possible,
I would haue sworne I'de seene the substance yonder,
'T was to that lustre, to that life presented.
W. Q. p.

Euen so was yours to me (sir.)

B. B. p.

Pawne, saw you mine.

W. Q. p.
Perfectly cleare, no
Sooner my name vsed, but yours appeared.
B. B. p.

Iust so did yours at mine now.

B. Q. p.
Why stand you idle, will you let time
Cousen you, (protracting time) of those
Delicious benefits, that faith marked to you,
You modest paire of blushing,
Gamesters, and you (Sir) the bashfull
I cannot flatter a foule fault in any,
Can you be more then man and wife assigne,
And by a power the most irreuocable,
Others that be adventurers in delight,
May meete with crosses, shame or seperation
You know the mind of fate, you must be coupled.
B. B. p.
Shee speakes but truth in this,
I see no reason then,
That wee should misse the rellish of this night;
But wee are both shame-fac't.
W. Q. p.
How this night (Sir)
Did not I know you must be mine, and therein
Your priuiledge runnes strong, for that loose motion
You neuer should be, is it not by fortune
To match with a pure minde, then am I miserable,
The Doues and all chast louing, winged creatures
Haue their paires fit, their desires iustly
[Page]Mated is woman, more infortunate, virgin?
The (may of woman) fate has ordayned (Sir)
We should be man and wife, has not giuen
Warrant for ayme act of knowledge till
We are so.
B. B. p.
Tender ey'd modesty, how it grieues at this,
I'me as farre off for all this, strange imposture,
As at first enter-view, where lies our game now?
You know I cannot marry by my order.
B. Q. p.
I know you cannot (sir) yet you
May venture on a contract.
B. B. p.

Hah!

B. Q. p.
Sure you may (sir,)
Without all question so farre, without danger
Or any staine to your vow, and that make take her:
Nay do't with speede, sheele thinke you
Meane the better too.
B. B. p.
Be not so lauish of that blessed spring,
You'ue wasted that vpon a cold occasion now,
Would wash a sinfull soule white by our loue ioyes,
That motion shall neere light vpon my tongue more,
Till we're contracted, then I hope your mine.
W. Q. p.

In all iust duty euer.

B. Q. p.
Then doe you question it?
Pish, then you're man and wife,
All but Church Ceremonies:
Pray let's see it done first,
She shall do reason then:
Now ile enioy the sport, and cousen you both,
My bloods game is the wages I haue
Workt for.
Exe.
Enter blacke Knight and his pawne.
B. Kt.
Pawne, I haue spoke to the Fat bishop for thee,
Ile get thy absolution from his owne mouth:
Reach me my Chayre of ease, my Chaire of cousonage
[Page]Seauen thousand pounds in women, reach me that
I loue a life to sit vppon a banke
Of Heretique gold: Oh soft and gentle (sirrah)
Ther's a foule flaw i'th bottom of my bum (pawne)
I neere shall make sound souldier, but sound treacher
With any hee in Europe, how now? quality
Thou hast the paultrest foole that ere I met with,
It cannot beare one suckling villaine:
Mine can digest a monster without credit,
A finne as weighty as an Elephant,
And neuer wamble for't.
B. Kt. p.
I, you haue beene vs'd to't (sir)
That's a great helpe, the swallow of my conscience
Has but a narrow passage, you must thinke yet
It lyes i'th paenitent pipe, and will not downe,
If I had got seauen thousand pounds by Offices
And guld downe you, the bore would haue bin bigger.
B. Kt.
Nay, an thou prou'st factious, I shall hug thee,
Can a poore-pocht-soft reare iniquity
So rude vpon thy conscience, I'me asham'd of thee,
Hadst thou betrayed the witnesse to the blacke,
Beggard a Kingdome by dissimulation,
Vnioynted the faire frame of peace, and trafficke
Poyson'd alleagance, set faith backe and wrought
Weomens soft soules euen vp to the masculine malice,
To pursue truth to death if the cause rowz'd em,
That staires and parets as first taught to curse thee:
All these and ten times troubled has this braine
Bin parent too, they are my off-springs all.
B. Kt. p.

A goodly broode.

B. Kt.
Yet I can jest as lightly,
Laugh and tell strange stories to Court Madames,
(Daughters of myseducements) with alacrity,
As high and heartily, as youths time of innocence
That neuer knew a sinne, to shapea sorrow by;
[Page]I feele no tempest, not a leafe winde stirring,
To shake a fault, my conscience is be calm'd rather,
B. Kt. p.

I'me sure there's a Whirle-winde huffes in mine.

B. Kt.
Sirrah, I ha sold the Groome ath stoole six times,
And receiued money of six seuerall Ladies:
Ambitious to take place of Baronets wiues▪
To three old money Matrons I haue promis'd,
The mother ship oth maydes, I'ue taught our friends
To conueigh white house gold, to our blacke kingdom
In cold backt pasties, so cousen Searchers:
For venting halbow'd oyle, beades, needles, pardons,
Pictures, veronices, heads in priuate presses,
That's done one i'th habit of a Pedler:
Letters convaied in roles, Tobaco-roles:
When a restraint comes, by my politicke counsell;
Some of our Iesuites turne Gentle-men Vshers:
Some Falkners, some park-keeper, & some hunts-men:
One tooke the shape of an old Ladies Cooke once,
And dispatcht two chares in a sunday morning,
The Altar and the Dresser: pray what vse
Put I my summer recreation too?
But more t'enforme my knowledge in the state
And strength of the white Kingdome? no fortifications,
Hauen, Creeke, landing place, 'bout the white Coast,
But I got draught, and plot-forme, learn'd the depth
Of all the Channels, knowledge of all sands,
Shelues, Rockes and Riuers for invasion:
A Catalogue of all the Nauy Royall:
The burthen of each shippe, the brasse murtherers:
The number of the men, to what cape bound:
Agen for the discouery of the Inlands:
Neuer a Shire but the State better knowne
To me, then to her best Inhabitants:
What power of men and horse, gentries, reuenewes,
Who well affected to your side, how ill,
[Page]Who neither will nor ill, all the new trality.
Thirty eight soules haue beene seduced (Pawne)
Since the Ioales vomited with the Pill I gaue 'em.
B. Kt. p.

Sure you put oyle of toad into physick (sir)

B. Kt.
I'me now about a maister-peece of play,
To entrap the Wh. Knight, and with false alurements,
Entice him to our blacke House, more will follow,
Whilst our Fat Bishop sets vpon the Queene
Then will our game lye sweetly.
Enter Fat Bishop.
B. Kt. p.

Hee's come now (sir.)

F. B.
Heer's Taxa Penitentiaris Knight,
The booke of generall pardons, of all prizes:
I haue bin searching for his sinne this halfe houre,
And cannot light vpon it.
B. Kt.

That is strange let me see it.

B. Kt. p.
Wretched as I am, has my rage done that
There is no president of pardon for?
B. Kt.
For wilfull murther 13. pounds, 4. shillings
and sixe-pence, that's reasonable cheape, for killing,
killing, killing, killing, killing, killing.
Why heer's nothing but killing of this side.
F. B.
Turne ore the sheete, you shall finde adultery
And other triuiall sinnes.
B. Kt.
Adultery, oh I'me met now; for Adultery
A couple of shillings, and for Fornication fiue pence,
Mas these are the good penny-worths,
I cannot see how a man can mend himselfe, for lying
With Mother, Sister, or Daughter, I marry (sir)
Thirty three pounds, three shillings and three pence,
The sins gradation right payd all in three too.
F. B.
You haue read the story of that monster (sir)
That got his daughter, sister & wife, of his own mother
B. Kt.

Symone nine pounds.

F. B.
They may thank me for that, 'twas ninteene,
Before I came, I haue mittigated many of the summs.
B. Kt.
[Page]
Sodomy sixe pence, you should haue
Put that summe euer on the back side of your booke
Bishop.
F. B.

Ther's few on's very forward (sir)

B. Kt.

What's heere? a old presidents of incouragment.

F. B.

I those are ancient notes.

B. Kt
Giuen as a gratitud for the kiling of an Heretical
Prince, with a poysond knife duckats 5 thousand.
F. B.

True (sir) that was payed.

B. Kt.

Promis'd to Doctor Lopus for poysoning the Mayden Queene of the Whit Kingdom, ducats twenty thousand, which sayd sum was afterwards giuen as a meritorious almes to the Nunnery at Lisbone, hauing at this present, ten thousand pounds more at vse in the Towne-house of Antwerp.

B. Kt. p.
What's all this to my conscience (worthy Holinesse)
I sue for pardon, I haue brought mony with me.
F. B.
You must depart, you see there is no president,
Of any price or pardon for that fact.
B. K. p.
Most miserable, are fouler sinnes remitted?
Killing, nay wilfull murder.
F. B.
True, there is instance:
Were you to kill him I'de pardon you:
Ther's president for that, and price set downe,
But none for Gelding.
B. Kt. p.
I haue pickt out vnderstanding now for euer,
Out of the Carbulistique bloody ridle,
I'le make away all my estate and kill him,
And by that act obtaine full absolution.
Exit.
Enter the Black King.
B. Kt.
Why Bishop, Knight, wher's your remooues?
Your troopes? stand you now idle in the heart of game?
B. Kt.
My life for yours black soueraigne the game is ours,
I haue wrought vnder-hand for the Whit Knight,
And this braue Duke, and finde them very cunning
F. B.
[Page]
And for their Sanctimonius Queen's surprizall,
In that State-puzell, and distracted hurry,
Trust my Arch subtilty with.
B. Kt.
Oh Eagle pride,
Neuer was Game more hopefull of our side.
B. Kt.
If Bishop bul-beife, be not snapt at next bout,
As the Game stands, I'le neuer trust arte more.
Exeunt
Recorder. Dumb shew. Enter Blacke Queenes Pawne with a light, conducting the White Queenes Pawne to a Chamber, and fetching in the Blacke Bishops Pawne conueyes him to an other, puts out the light, and followes. Enter Whit Knight, and White Duke.
VV. Kt.
True noble Duke, faire vertues most indeer'd one,
Let vs preuent their ranke insinuation,
With truth of cause, and cunning meet their plots:
With confident goodnes, that shal strike them grauling.
VV. D.
(Sir) all the Gyns, traps, and alluring snares,
The Diuell ha's bin at worke since eighty eight,
Are layd for the great hope of this Game onely.
W. Kt.
The more noble will Truths triumphs bee,
When they haue wound about our constant courages,
The glittering serpent, that e're false-hood fashoned;
And glorying most, in his resplendent poysons,
Iust Heauen can finde a bolt to bruise his head.
VV. D.
Looke would see destruction lie a sunning?
In yonder smile sits blood, and treachery basking, Ent.
In that perfidious modell of face falsehood:
B. Kt▪
Hell is drawne grinning.
VV. K.
What a payne it is
For Truth to faine alittle?
B. Kt.
Oh faire Knight,
The rising glory of the House of Candor,
Haue I so many protestations lost?
[Page]Lost, lost, quite lost, am I not worth your confidence?
I that haue voyed the faculties of Soule,
Life, spirit, and braine, to your sweet Game of youth,
(Your noble fruitfull Game) can you mistrust
Any foule play in me? that haue bin euer
The most submisse obseruers of your vertues,
And no way taunted with ambition.
(Saue onely to be thought your first admirer,
How often haue I chang'd (for your delight)
The Royall Presentation of my place?
Into a minicke Iester, and become
(For your sake, and the expulsion of sad thoughts)
Of a great state sice, a light sonne of pastime,
Made three score yeare a Tomboy, a meere wanton,
Ile tell you what I told a ( Sauoy) dame once:
New Wed, high, plumph, and lusting for an issue,
Within the yeare I promis'd her a childe,
If she would stride ouer (Saint Rumbants) breeches,
A relique kept at Methlin, the next morning
One of my followers old hose was conueyed
Into her chamber, where she tride the feate,
By that, and a Court friend, after grew great.
W. Kt.

Why who could be without thee)

B. Kt.
I will change,
To please you, to any shape, and my ayme
Has bin to win your loue, in all this game.
W. Kt.
Thou hast it nobly, and I long to see,
the Blacke-house pleasure, state and dignity.
B. Kt.
Of honor you'le so surfet and delight,
You'le nere desire agen to see the Whit.
Exeunt.
Enter Whit Queene.
W. Q.
My loue, my hope, my deerest, oh he's gon,
Entrapt, ensnard, surprised amongst the blacke on's,
I neuer felt extremity like this,
Thicke darknesse dwels vpon this houre, Integrity
[Page]Like one of Heauens bright Luminaries now,
By errors dullest element interpose,
Suffers a blacke ecclipse, I neuer was
More sicke of loue then now I am of horror:
I shalbe taken, the games lost, I'me set vppon:
Oh tis the turne-coate Bishop, hauing watched
Th'advantage of his play, comes now to seize on me:
Oh! I'me hard be set, distressed most miserable.
F. B.
Tis in vaine to stirre, remooue which way you can:
I take you now, this is the time we haue hop'd for,
Queene you must downe.
W. Q.

No refcue, no deliuerer.

F. B.
The blacke Kings blood burnes for thy prostitution,
And nothing but the spring of thy chast vertue
Can coole his inflamation: instantly
He dyes vpon a plurisie of Luxury,
If he deflower thee not.
Enter white Bishop.
W. Q.

Oh streight of misery.

VV. B.

And is your holinesse his diuine procurer?

F. B.
The diuells in't, I'me taken by a Ring-doue:
VVhere stood this Bishop all this while, that I saw him not?
W. B.
Oh you were so ambitious you lookt ouer me,
You aym'd at no lesse person, then the Queene
(The glory of the Game) if she were wonne,
The way were open to the Master-Checque,
Which (looke you) he and his, liues to giue you:
Honor and vertue guide him in his station.
Ent. VV. King.
W. Q.

Oh, my safe sanctuary.

VV. Kt.
Let Heauens blessings
Be no longer mine, then I am thy sure one:
The Doues house is not safer in the Rocke,
Then thou in my firme bosome.
VV. Q.

I am bless'd in't.

VV. Kt.
Is it that lumpe of ranke ingratitu de,
Swell'd with the poyson of Hypocrisie:
[Page]Could he be so malicious, h'as pertaken
Of the sweet firtile blessings of our Kingdome, Bishop
Thou hast done our White House gracious seruice,
And worthy the faire reuerence of thy place:
For (thee black Holinesse) that workes out thy death,
As the blind Moale the prop'rest sonne of earth,
Who in casting his ambitious hills vp,
Is often taken and destroyed in the midst
Of his aduanc'd worke: 'twere well with thee,
If like that verminous labourer, which thou imitatest
In bils of pride and malice, when death puts thee vp,
The silent graue might prooue the bag for euer:
No deeper pit then that for thy vaine ho pe
Of the white Knight, and his most firme assistant,
Two princely peeces, which I know thy thoughts
Giue lost for euer now, my strong assurance
Of their fixt vertues, could you let in seas
Of populous vntruthes against that Fort,
'Twould burst the proudest billowes.
W. Q.

My feare's past then.

VV. Kt.
Feare? you were neuer guilty of an injury
To goodnesse, but in that.
W. Q.

It stayd not with me (sir.)

W. Kt.
It was too much, if it vsurp'd a thought,
Place a strong guard there.
W. Q.

Confidence is set (sir.)

W. Kt.
Take that prize hence (you reuerend of men)
Put couetousnes into the bag againe.
F. B.
The Bag had need be sound, or it goes to wracke,
Sinne and my weight will make a strong one cracke.
Finit Actus Quartus.

Incipit Quintus, et Vlimus.

Enter the Blacke Knight in his Litter, as passing in hast ouer the Stage.
B. Kt.
HOld, hold,
Is the blacke Bishops pawne, the Iesuite
Planted for his consecration?
B. [...]. p.

Ecce triumphanti, Me fixum Caesaris Arte.

B. Kt.
Art there (my holy boy) sirah, Bishop
Tumbrle is snapt ith' Bag by this time.
B. B. p.

Heretici pereant sic.

B. Kt.
All Latin: Sure the Oration hath infected him:
Away, away make hast: they are comming.
Enter B. Ki. Q. D. and B. Kt. with Pawnes, meeting the W. Kt. and Duke: the blacke Bishops pawne from aboue, entertaines him with this Lattin Oration.
B. B. p.
Si quid mortalibus, in vnquam oculis hilarem
Et gratum aperuit diem: Si quid permantibus
Amicorum Animis gaudium attulit perperitùr
Laetitiam (Eques candidissime pralucentissime,
Falic [...]m profecto tuum a Dome Candoris ad Domum
Nigritudinis Accessum promissssse peperisse, at tulisse fatemur:
Omnes aduentus Tui Conflagrantissimi, omni qua
Possumus laetitia, Gaudio, Congratulatione, Acclamations
Animis obseruantissimis, Affectibus diuotissimis, obsequijs
Uenerabundis Te Sospitim congratulamur?
B. Ki.
(Sir) in this short congratulatory speech,
You may conceiue how the whole House affects you.
B. Kt.

The Colledges and Sanctimonious seed plots.

W. Ki.

'Tis cleare and so acknowledged royoll (Sir.)

B. Ki.
[Page]
What Honors, Pleasures, Rarities, Delights
Your noble thought can thinke.
B. Q.
Your faire eye fix on
That's comprehended in the spacious circuit
Of our blacke Kingdome, they are your seruants all.
W. Kt.

How amply you indeere vs?

WD.
They are fauours that equally inrich the Royall Giuer.
As the receiuer in the free donation.
Musicke: An Altar is discoured with Tapers, and Images standing on each side.
B. Kt.
Harke,
To inlarge your welcome: from all parts
Is heard sweet-sounding aires, abstruse things
Open of voluntary freenes: And yond Altar,
The seate of adoration, seemes t'adore,
The vertues you bring with you.
W. Kt.

Ther's a taste of the old vessell still.

W. D.

The erronious rellish.

Song.
Wonder worke some strange delight
( This place was neuer yet without)
To welcome thee the faire White House Knight,
And to bring our hopes about,
May from the Altar Flames aspire,
Those Tapers set themselues on fire.
May senselesse things our ioyes approoue,
The Images mooue in a Daunce.
And those brazen Statues mooue:
Quickned by some Power aboue,
Or what more strange to shew our Loue.
B. Kt.
A happy Omen waytes vpon this houre,
All moue portentuously the Right-hand way.
B. Ki.
Come let's set free all most choyse delights,
That euer adorn'd Dayes or quickn'd Nights.
Exeunt.
[Page]Enter White Q. p. and the Blacke B. p. the Iesuit in his re­uerend Habit meeting them.
W. Q. p.
I see t'was but a triall of my duty now,
Has a more modest minde, and in that vertue
Most worthely hath Fate prouided for me,
Hah! tis the bad-man in the Reuerend habit,
Dares he be seene agen? Traytor to Holinesse,
Oh marble fronted Impudence, and knowes,
How ill 'has vs'd? I'me asham'd he blushes not,
B. B. p.
Are you yet stoard with any womans pitty?
Are you the Mistris of so much Deuotion?
Kindnesse, and Charity? as to bestow
An Almes of Loue on your poore sufferer yet
For your sake onely?
W. Q. p.
(Sir) for the reuerend respect you ought
To giue to Sanctity (though none to me)
In being her seruant vow'd, and weare her liuery,
(If I might counsell) you should neuer speake,
The language of vnchastity in that habit:
You will not thinke how ill it do's with you,
The world's a stage on which all parts are played,
You'd thinke it most absurd to see a Diuell
Presented there not in a Diuells shape,
Or wanting one, to send him out in yours,
You'd rayle at that for an absurdity,
No Colledge ere committed, for Decorum sake then
For pitties cause, for sacred vertues honor,
If you'l persist still in your diulish part,
Present him as you should, and let one
That carryes vp the goodnesse of the play,
Come in that habit: and Ile speake with him,
Then will the parts be fitted, and the spectators
Know which is which, they must haue cunning iudgments,
To finde it else, for such a one as you
Is able to deceiue a mighty Auditory.
[Page]Nay those you haue seduc't (if there be any
In the assembly) if they see what manner
You play the Game with me, they cannot loue you.
Is there so little hope of you to smile (sir)
B. B. p.
Yes at your feares, at th'ignorance of your power
The little vse you make of time (youths fortune)
Knowing you haue a Husband for lusts shelter,
You dare not yet make bold with a friends comfort:
This is the plague of weaknes.
W. Q. p.
So hot burning?
The siliables of sinne, flie from his lipps,
As if the letter came new cast from Hell.
B. B. p.
Well setting aside the dish you loue so much,
(Which hath bin heartily tasted by your betters)
I come to marry you to the gentleman
That last inioyd you, I hope that pleaseth you.
Ther's no immodest relish in that office.
W. Q. p.
Strange of all men he should light on him,
To tye that holy knote that sought to vndoe me,
Were you requested to performe that busines (sir)
B. B. p.

I name you a sure toaken.

W. Q. p.
As for that (sir)
Now you're most welcom, and my faire hopes of you
You'ld neuer breake the sacred knote you tyde once,
With any lewd solicitings hereafter.
B. B. p.
But all the ctafts in getting of it knit,
You are all one fire to make your cousning market,
I am the marrier and the man, do you know me?
Do you know me nice Iniquity? strict luxurie?
And holy whoredome, I would clap on marriage
With all hot speede to solder vp the Game?
So what a strong Fate hath prouided for thee,
You were a maid, sweare still you'r no worse now:
I left you as I found you, haue I startled you?
I'me quit with you now for my discouery,
[Page]Your outcries, and your Cunning, farwell brookage.
W. Q. p.
Nay stay, and heare me but giue thanks a
Little (if your care can endure a worke so gracious,
Then you may take your pleasure.
B. B. p.

I haue done that.

W. Q▪ p.

That power that hath preserued me from this diuell.

B. B. p.

How?

W. Q. p.
This that may challenge the chiefe chaire in Hell,
And sit aboue his Master.
B. B. p.

Bring in merrit.

W. Q. p▪
That sufferest him through blind lust to be led,
Last night to the action of some common bed.
B. Q. p.

Not ouer common neither.

Black Queens p. within.
B. B. p.

Hah! what voice was that?

W. Q. p▪
Of virgins be thou euer honored.
Now you may go, you heare I haue giuen thanks (sir)
B. B. p.

Here is a strangt Game indeed, did not I lie with you.

B. Q. p.

No.

Within.
B. B. p.

What a diuell art thou?

B. Q. p.
I will not answer you (sir)
After thankes-giuing.
B. B. p.
You made promise to me
After the contract.
B. Q. p.

Yes.

Within.
B. B. p.
Mischiefe confound thee,
I speake not to thee: and you were prepared for't,
And set your ioyes more heigh.
B. Q. p.

Then you could reach (sir)

Within.
B. B. p▪

This is some bawdy P. i'le slit the throat on't.

B. Q. p.
What me your bedfellow,
Enter Black Q. p.
To one that workes so kindly without rape.
B. B. p.

My bedfellow.

B. Q. p.
Do you plant your scorne against me?
Why, when I was Probationer at Bruxels.
[Page]That Engine was not knowne; then Adoration
Fild the place, and wonder was in fashion.
Is't turn'd to the wilde seede of contempt so soone?
Can 5 yeares stamp a baud? pray looke vpon me (sir)
I'me youth enough to take it, 'tis no longer,
Since you were chiefe agent for the transportation
Of Ladies Daughters, if you be remembred,
Some of their portions I could name, you purs'd em too
They were soone dispossest of worldly cares,
That came into your fingers.
B. B p

Shall I heare her?

B. Q. p.
Holy dirision yes, till thy eares swell
With thy owne venome, thy prophaine lifes vomit:
Whose Neice was she you poysond with child twice,
And gaue her out possess'd with a foule Spirit
When t'was indeed your Bastard?
B. B. p.
I am taken
Enter White Bishops Pawne.
In mine owne toyles.
W. B. p.

Yes, and tis iust you should be.

W. Q. p.

And thou lewd Pawne, the shame of Womanhood.

B. B. p.

I'me lost of all hands.

B. Q. p.
I connot feele
The weight of my affection: now hee's taken,
It hath not the burthen of a Grassehopper.
Enter B. Kt. p.
B. B. p.

Thou whore of order, cockatrice in Voto.

B. Kt. p.

Yonder's the Whit Bishops pawne, Ile play at's heart now

W. Q. p.
Oh bloody vilain, would'st thou heape a mur­der,
On thy first foule offences? O merciles bloodhound
'Tis time that thou wert taken▪
B. K. p

Death preuented.

W. Q. p.
For thy sake▪ and that partner in thy shame,
Ile neuer know man further then by Name.
Exeunt.
[Page]Enter Blacke King, Queene, Duke and Blacke Knight, white Knight, and white Duke.
W. Kt.
You haue enricht my knowledge royall (sir)
And my content together.
B. Kt.
Steed of royot,
We set you onely welcome, surfeit is
A thing that's sildom heard of in these parts.
W. Kt.

I heare of the more vertue when I misse on't.

B. Kt.
We do not vse to bury in our bellies,
Two hundred thousand duckets, and then boast on't:
Or exercise the old Romaine painefull idlenesse,
With care of fetching fishes farre from home,
The golden headed Coracine out of Egypt:
The Salpa from Ebusis, or the Pelamis,
Which some call summer whiting from Calcedon:
Salmons from Aquitayne, Helops from Rhodes:
Cockles from Chyos, franckt and salted vp,
With Far and Sapa flower, and cockted wine,
We cram no birds nor Epicurian like,
Enclose some creekes oth sea, as Sergius Crata did,
Hee, that inuented the first stewes for Oysters,
And other sea fish? who besides the pleasure of his
Owne throate, got large reuenewes by the inuention,
Whose fat example the nobility followed;
Nor do we immitate that Arch Gormandizer,
With twenty two courses at a Dinner;
And betwixt euery course, hee and guesse
Washt, and vs'd women, then sat down and strengthn'd:
Lust swimming in their dishes, which no sooner
Was tasted, but was ready to be vented.
W. Kt.

Most impious Epicures.

B. Kt.
We commend rather
Of two extreames the parsimonie of Pertinax,
Who had halfe Lettices set vp to serue againe,
Or his successor Iulian, that would make
[Page]Three meales of a leane Hare, and after sup
With a greene fig, and wipe his beard (as we can)
The old bewaylers of excesse in those dayes
Complain'd there were more coyne bid for a
Cooke then for a Warre-horse; but now Cookes are
Purchased after the rate of Tryumphant, and some
Dishes after the rate of Cookes, which must needes
Make some of th'white house gormundizers, especially
Your wealthy plumpe Plebeans, like the Hogges
Which Scaliger cites, that could not mooue for fat,
So insensible of either pricke or goade,
That Mice made goles to needle in their buttockes
And they nere felt em: There was once a ruler
Cyrenes Gouernour choakt with his owne paunch,
Which death, fat Sanctius King of Castile, fearing
Through his infinite masse of belly, rather chose
To be kild suddenly, by a pernicious herbe
Taken to make him leane, which old Cordeba
King of Morocco counselled his feare too,
Then hee would hazard to be stung to death,
As that huge Cormorant that was choakt before him.
W. Kt.
Well you are as sound a spokes-man for parsimony,
And cleare abstinance, and scarce one meale a day
As euer spake with tongue.
B. Ki.

Censure him mildle (sir) 'twas but to finde discourse.

B. Q

Heele talke of any thing.

W. Kt.

I shall be halfe a fraide to feede hereafter.

W. D.
Or I beshrew my heart: for I feare fatnesse,
The fogge of fatnesse as I feare a Dragon:
The comlinesse I wish for, that's as glorious.
W. Kt.
Your course is wondrous strict: I should transgresse (sir)
Were I to change my side (as you haue wrought me.)
B. Kt.
How you misprize? tis not ment to you-ward:
You that are wound vp to the hight of feedinh,
By clime and custome are dispenc'd withall,
[Page]You may eate, Cabrito, Calfe, and Ton's:
Eate, and eate euery day, twice if you please▪
Nay, the frank'd hen, fatted with Milke and Corne▪
A ryot which the Inhabitants of Delos
Were first inventers of: or the cramb'd Cockle.
W. Kt.
Well for the foode I'me happily resolued in;
But for the dyet of my disposition,
There comes a trouble you will hardly finde
Food to please that.
B. Kt.
It must be a strange nature,
We cannot finde a dish for't, hauing Policy
(The Maister Cooke of Christendome) to dresse it.
Pray name your natures dyet.
VV. Kt.

The first messe, is hot Ambition.

B. Kt.
That's but seru'd in puff-paste:
Alas, the meanest of our Cardinalls Cookes
Can dresse that dinner: Your Ambition (sir)
Can fetch no further compasse then the World?
VV. Kt.

Thats certaine (Sir.)

B. Kt.
Wee are about that already,
And in the large feast of our vast Ambition,
We count but the white Kingdome (whence you came from)
The Garden for our Cooke, to picke his Sallads:
The food's leane France larded▪ with Germany;
Before which comes the the Graue, chast Signiory
Of Venice, seru'd in (Capon-like) in White-broth:
From our chiefe Oven Italy the bake-meates:
Savoy the Salte: Genena the chip'd Mancher.
Below the Salte, the Netherlands are plac'd;
A common dish at lower end a'th table,
For meaner pride to fall too. For our second course,
A spit of Portugals seru'd in for Plouers:
Indians and Moores for blacke-birds: all this while
Holland stands ready melted to make sawce,
On all occasions, when the Voyder comes;
[Page]And with such cheare our full hopes wee suffice,
Zealand saies grace, for fashion when we rise.
W. Kt.

Her's meat enough in conscience for ambition

B. Kt.
If there be any want there is Swisserland,
Polonia, and such pickled things will serue
To furnish out the table.
W. Kt.
You say well (sir)
Buthere's the misery▪ when I ha stopt the mouth
Of one vice, ther's another stands gaping for food.
I'me as couetous as a barren wombe,
The graue, or what's more rauenous?
B. Kt.
Wee're for you (sir)
Call you that hanousnesse, that is good husbandry?
Why when we make mony of our faith, our prayers,
We make make the very death bed buy her comforts,
Most dearely pay for all her pious Counsells,
Leaue rich reuennues for a few weake orizons:
Or else they passe vnreconciled without em,
Did you but view the vaults within our Monesteries,
You'de sweare then Pluto (whom the fiction calls)
The Lord of riches, were entomb'd there.
W. Kt.

Is it possible.

B. D.

You cannot walke for Tuns.

W. D.
But how shall I bestow the vice I bring, sir,
You quite forget me, I shall be shut out,
By your strickt key of life.
B. Kt.

Is yours so vild (Sir)

W. D.
Some that are pleas'd to make a wanton on't,
Call it infirmity of blood, flesh frailty;
But certaine ther's a worse name in your booke for't.
B. Kt.
The trifle of all vices, the meere innocent,
The very nouice of this house of clay, verily
If I but hug thee hard, I shew the worst on't,
Tis all the fruite we haue heere after supper:
Nay, at the ruines of a Nunnery once,
[Page]Six thousand Infants heads found in a fish-pond.
W. D.

How?

B. Kt.
I, how? how came they thither thinke you?
Huldricke Bishop of Ausberg in's Epistle
To Nicholas the first, can telly you how,
(May be hee was at cleansing of the pond)
I can but smile to thinke, how it would puzzle
All mother maides that euer liuer in those parts,
To know their owne childes head; but is this all?
B. D.

Are you ours yet?

W. Kt.
One more, and I am silenc'st:
But this that comes now will diuide vp questionlesse
Tis ten times, ten times, worse then the fore-runners.
B. Kt.
Is it so vilde, there is no name ordain'd for't?
Toads haue their titles, and creation gaue
Serpents, and Adders those names to be knowne by.
W. Kt.
This of all others beares the hidden'st poyson,
The smoothest venome, I am an Arch-dissembler.
B. Kt.

How.

W. Kt.
Tis my natures braine turne from me (sir,)
The time is yet to come, that ere I spoake
What my heart meant.
B. Kt.
And call you that a vice:
Auoide all prophanation, I beseech you;
The onely prime-state vertue vppon earth,
The policy of Empires, oh take heede (Sir)
For feare it take displeasure and forsake you,
Tis a Iewell of that precious vallue,
Whose worth's not known, but to the skilful Lapidary
The instrument that pickes ope Princes hearts,
And lockes vp our from them, with the same motion:
You neuer came so neere our soules till now.
B. D.

Now you're a brother to vs.

B. Kt.

What we haue done, has bin dissemblance euer.

W. Kt.
There you lye then:
[Page]And the Games ours, wee giue the checke mate
By discouery, King the noblest mate of all.
B. Kt.

I'me lost, I'me taken.

A great shout and flourish▪
W. Kt.

Ambitious, couetous luxurious falshood.

W. D.

Dissembler, that includes all.

B. Kt.

All hopes confounded.

B. Q.

Miserable condition.

Enter W. King, W. Queene with their Pawnes.
W. Kt.
Oh let my armes be blest,
With this deare treasure,
Truths glorious Master-peece, see Queene of sweetnes
He's in my bosome safe, and this faire Stucture
Of comely honor, his true blest assistant.
W. Q.
May their Integrities euer possesse
That powerfull Sanctuary.
W. Kt.
As 'twas a Game (Sir)
Won with much hazard, so with much more triumph,
I gaue him checke mate by discouery (sir.)
W. Kt.
Obcurity is now the fittest fauour
Falshood can sue for: it well snites Perdition,
Tis their best course that so hath lost their fame,
To put their heads into the bagge for shame;
And there behold the bags mouth (like hell) opens
The Bag opens, the B. B. slides in it.
To take her due; and the lost sonnes appeare,
Greedily gaping for increase of fellowship
In infamy, the last desire of wretches
Aduancing their perdition, branded fore-heads
Like Envies issue, or a bed of Snakes.
B. B. p.

Tis too apparent the Game's lost, King taken.

F. B.

The white House has giuen vs the bag (I thank em.)

Iest▪ p▪
They'd neede haue giuen you a whole bag
By your selfe,
Sfoot this blacke bishop has so ouer layd me,
So squelch'd and squeasde mee, I haue no Verjuce
Let in me, you shall find all my goodnesse if you
[Page]Looke for't in the bottome of the Bagge.
F. B.
Thou Male-part Pawne,
The Bishop must haue roome, he will haue roome,
And roome to lye at pleasure.
Iest. p.
All the Bagge I thinke
Is roome too little for your Spalletto paunch.
B. B. p.
Downe viper of our Order, I abhorre thee,
Thou't shewe thy whorish front.
B. Q. p.

Yes, monster Holinesse.

W. Kt.

Contention in the bag? is hell deuided.

W. Kt.
You'd neede haue some of Maiesty and Power,
To keepe good rule amongst you, make roome Bishop.
F. B.
I am not easily mooued, when I'me once set,
I scorne to stirre for any King on earth.
W. Q.

Heere comes the Queene, what say you then to her?

F. B.

Indeede a Queene may make a Bishop stirre.

W. Kt.
Roome for the greatest Machiauill Polititian,
That ere the Diuell hatch'd of a Nuns-egge.
F. B.
He'le picke a hole in the bagge, and get out shortly:
I'me sure to be the last man that creepes out;
And thats the misery of greatnesse euer.
W. D.
Roome for a sun-burn'd, Tanzy fac'd belou'd,
An Oliue couloured Ganimed; and thats all
Thats worth the bagging.
F. B.
Crowd in all you can,
The Bishop will be still vppermost man
Mauger King, Queene, or Polititian.
W. Kt.
So let the Bagge close now (the fittest wombe
For Treachery, Pride and Falshoold, whilst we winner like)
Destroying through Heauens power, what would destroy;
Welcome our white Knight with loud peales of Ioy.

Epilogue.

MY Mistresse (the Whit Queene) hath sent me forth,

And bad me bow thus low, to all of Worth▪

That are true Friends of the White House and Cause,

Which She hopes most of this assembly drawes:

For any else, by Envies marke deuoted,

To those night-Glow-wormes in the Bagge denoted;

Where ere they sit, stand, or in priuate lurke,

They'le be soone knowne by their deprauing worke:

But She's assur'd, what they'le commit to bayne,

Her white Friends hands will build vp faire againe.

FINIS.

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