TITUS.

s'Death! Who calls?

Titus!

Booger Le Diable!

Titus!

Be Damn'd.

You must be Hang'd First.

Be Burnt at the Dog First. I wou'd Cut my Throat with E—x, or [...]ve in a Garret with Sr. Patience, rather then out of pure Guilt of Con­fence for my, Villanous Lying; Sneak out of the World as you did, with a [...] to you.

With a Rope to you; for a Lye will never Choak thee, otherwise thou [...]'st got the Start of me; and the Devil thy Father had given thee the Prehe­ [...]ence before me.

Well, I have a Thousand Substantial Common-Wealth, Cits, will [...]nd by me still.

And does thou hope they will be all Parliament Men?

Yes, By your Favour, (Brother Insolence) for a Parliament, and for a [...]er too.

Yes, I'le warrant you, and for a New Popish Plot, and a Popish Exclu­ [...] Bill, like Prince Rupert's Monkey; they Cut themselves off by Foolishly [...]ping into the Piece they have too wantonly Fir'd, and blow themselves up [...] own Train. But pray you does your Monkyship think there are no [...]al People in the City?

Loyal! What dost tell me of Loyalty? I keep no such Company, nei­ [...] do I desire their Acquaintance. What did ever I get from a Loyal Man, [...] a base Affront, or a broken Pate, or a scalding Dish in my Face.

But if ever I live to see a Parliament.—

Thou hast nothing in thy Head but a Parliament, it has no being any [...] else, and yet thou hast it at thy Tongues end, like a Scotch Green Goose, [...] a Parrot, that can say nothing but Tut Titus, and Walk Knave Walk. To [...] thee out of this Language, prethee tell me, what dost thou think of the [...]uling of the Lords, and what does the World think of thee and thy sham'd [...]s?

I'le say no more, but if ever a Parliament Sit in England.—

Th [...]y wo [...]d still bear it with Patience, as you see they have done seve­ral Years together, wh [...]lst some of thy Fa [...]t [...]on are so Impatent of Restrai [...] ▪ that they had rather Cut their Throats, then suffer a Months Imprisonment.

Hum! Verily, and in Verba Sacerdotis, I see Popery and Idolat [...]y bre [...]ng in upon us, like a [...]ghty Current, it cometh like a Land Flood a [...] a great [...] that drives all before it, and will break us to peices like Earthen [...]s one ag [...]n [...] another. The Pilgrims are coming in, in whole Armies; Ver [...]y Brother, had the Frost held but one Week longer, they had been all here [...] [...]t already.

Yes, with [...]ern [...]nt [...]s black Bills, and blank Commissions. But [...] do [...]t think will become of thee, when this Invincible Army shall Land upon [...] Downs? They'd har [...]ly pamper the [...] up with Six Dishes a Day, and as ma [...]y Bottles of fresh Burgundy.

Six Lashes and as many Halters. But while I can scape 'em, were't not better [...] at Home amongst my Friends, then starve abroad amongst [...] Enemies?

Abroad? Where can'd thou hide thy self abroad, from the loud Cry of Innocent Bl [...]ud? Gen [...]va will not receive theee.

The Church which thou hast Renounc'd will be no Sanctuary; thou w [...]lt [...]e drag'd out of the Pulpit where thou hast Blasphem [...]d, and torn from the A [...] wh [...]h thou hast profain'd.

I know no Refuge thou hast left thee now but to Don John, or the M [...] A [...]; one cannot choose but entertain thee, for thy Intrecate Acquaintence w [...]th him formerly, and the others for Parson Elliot's Sake.

I will go to neither, I will follow my Friend Patience, and Coop myself up in a Cock-Loft in Southwark.

There I will set up an Evidence School, to Instruct all People Old and Yo [...] for Twelve Pence a Week in all manner of Villany, the most Compendious [...] to Bugger, Plunder, Forge, Cheat, Swear, and Lye too, and again, backward and forward upon all sides, and all Occasions with they self, Prance or any o [...]e [...] Evidence Master in Europe.

Now I am gone, how long will that Trade hold before thou [...]t hang'd.

Then▪ Actum est Caron perijsti Titus, and there's an End.

No, thou shalt not have so Favourable a passage, tho the Devil himsel [...] wait to wast the over.

Thou art destin'd for a worse Sentance, which I am sent as thy Judg to pro­nounce before thee ere thou have the Honour to be hang'd. Tubman shall Ri [...]e thee to Death, Bowman shall burn thee, and Reading shall Sing the into the [...] ­quiem of the Wretched. The Women shall Stone thee for thy abuse of the S [...] The Rabble who proclaim'd thee a Saviour of the Nation shall tear thee in p [...]eces for an Imposture. Thy Quarters shall Adorn the City Gates, and thy b [...] Fa [...]e exalted on the same Pinacle, shall make Nolls Copper Nose blush to see him­self outdone by thy Matchless Impudence.

When this is done, I shall be one of thy Insernal Guard, to receive thee in our Dominions, and prepare thee a Place with thy Brother Turn-Cassoc [...] H [...] Peters.