Their long-eared assembly

Do grieve and groanin ire,
That their compounded presbytery

Should back to them retire.
Truth is, how much the more, at first,

Our splendor shined bright,
We are so much the more accurst,
Inveloped with night.

How like

you

this? Anar. 'Tis an excellent song, yfaith ; Shall I, Mr.Money less, crave a copy of it?

Mon. Both I and it are at your service.

Anar. Come, Mr. Moneyless, 'tis almost dinner-time, time was you welcomed me; 'tis fit I should be grateful; come wife.

Exeunt Anar. Priscilla, manet Mon. Did I e'er think that want should so oppress me, that I should be constrained to wait on this man for a dinner?

Yet, of my wants, how dare I so complain?

Shall I not suffer with my sovereign ? Whom yet I'll not despair to see plac'd in his throne, his crown on's head, bis scepter in his hand; the citizens now do triumph o'er the courtiers :

why should fortune make the city proud,
And give them more than is the court allow'd?
The King's own brightness his own foil is made,
And is to us the cause of his own shade.

Erit.

ACT III.

Recorders, a Consistory of the Presbytery; then enter Directory,

Sargus, Lururio, after them, with officers, Liturgy, Dipwell afar off. Direct. BRING forth those weeds of shame-apparel him. [4 coat

of sackloth brought out.] Litur. I hope I shall have licence for to speak.

Direct. Not a syllable; 'tis known thou art by name and nature an enemy to our government, and hast avouch'd it to be tyrannous; saying, that Scotland, by their policy in bringing their church-form amongst us, do put assassinate our monarchy, thirsting to be our lords, all which here openly recant, or we'll surrender thee. Litur. I recant, ye Cacodemons; hear me, and mark,

First, leathern swains shall plow amid the sky,
Thames turn his course, and leave his channel dry;
Sodom's dead lake revive, and entertain
Leviathan and Neptune's hungry train;
Fishes the flood forsake, and fowls of heaven
Bedeck'd with scales, and in the ocean driven;
The brightest flame of heaven shine by night,
And horned Cynthia give diurnal light,

Before I change my settled constant mind,
To damn myself, that you may count me kind;
Cemonian stairs, Phalarian bulls, nor all
Torments that flow from cruel tyrants gall ;
Tarpeian mountains, altars of Busire,
Or furnaces of Babylunian fire,
Sha'nt make me stuop to such base fools as you,

Or unto your intentions for to bow. Sarg. He raves : Sir, these loose words will but augment your sorrow in the end; do you know where you are?

Litur. Very well, lecherous Sargus, better than thou knowest to be hon st.

Direct. Stop his mouth, were ever heard spreches so desperate? Dari you, before this holy convocation, to prate so peremptorily? Litur. Dare you, ye sots, assume unio yourselves the uame of holy?

Methinks your cheeks should, knowing you to blame,
Out-blush the crimson of your gowns for shame;
You are more cruel than the crocodile,
That mangles Memphians on the banks of Nile ;
That kills, with weeping tears, for hunger's need,

But you can sinile, and murder for no meed. Lur. Venerable fathers, this is unsufferable; if with audaciousness you thus dispense, hereafter never look to be reverenc'd, but to be scorn'd and laughid at.

Direct. Satan hath sure inspired himn ; bring forth the engine; support him up. [The stool of repentance brought forth, contrived in the

fashion of a pulpit, covered over with black. Litur. He that lays hand on me, encuunters death.

[I'lucks forth a dagger. Direct. Hear then your sentence: Since you deny to be a penitent, we here contiscate all is yours, to be employ'd for pious u:es, yourself within three days for to depart the land, and never to return, on pain of death; this is your duom, and now break up the court. (Exeunt.

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

Guilt sorrow, shame, horror attend you still,

And let wild Ate lead you where she will. Dipw. Heaven keep me stedfast to my principles, Is this a limb of the presbytery?

Direct. Yus; but his merits make him fit to be lopped off, for it; Who could be inficted worse than they are?

Dipw You hear your sentence, will you drpart the land?

Litur. No, l'il not forsake my native soil upon such slender grounds, I'll live a while in private ; I know an independent army will crop presbytery in the bud, and break this bed of snakes, the only way that now is visible for to repair my breaches ; 0 thou etern, the true al. mighly Jove, suffer not innovations to go on, to bring this kingdom to destruction; but why, alas, do I now talk of Jove ?

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

Ereunt:

ACT IV.

Enter the two elders, Sargus and Luxurio, singing,

Sarg. NOW sable night hath with her ebon robe

Darken’d the surface of this earthly globe,
And drowsy Morpheus, with his leaden key,
Lock'd up the doors of every mortal eye;
Come let us fall unto our wonted games;

Let us be blith, and nourish wanton fames.
Lux. What Lyncian eye discerns our lewd delight,

Cover’d with darkness of the cloudy night?
Why should we censure fear, or idle sound
Of human words, that are inviron'd round
With marble walls? The wit of mortals can
Not find our wiles, past finding out of man,
And heaven regards not the works of men ;

Come let us boldly feast and frolick then.
Sarg. Come forth, ye creatures of delight,

And let us in embraces spend the night. (Six whores put forth on two beds, three on a bed, musick, they rise and dance

with the two elders,

A SONG.

MEET, meet, and kiss,

And girt each others waist,
And enjoy the lover's bliss,

Until the night be past.
Elders, that are holy men

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

"Twill heighten appetite.
Sarg. Those three are thine, these mine, let's to't

Like monkies, or the reeking goat.
(They ascend each on a several bed, and are drawn in.

SCENE II.

Enter Priscilla sola. Prisc. Methinks the hours fly not with winged haste as they were wont, or is't the expectation of my love, that makes the night seem tedious; my heart extremely throbs, methinks the walls seem as wash'd o'er with blood ; 'tis my fantasy, thought, like a subtle juggler, makes us see things that really are not; there's something in me whispers fatal things, and tells me 'tis not safe to sleep betwixt my

lover's arms tonight: why, sure I dream, I was not wont to have these dubious fancies? I have begun to love him, and will now never desert his friendship until death; but thus 1 tamper poison for myself; but, were I sure to drink the baneful draught, I could not now go back :

For, when the flesh is nuzzled once in vice,
The sweets of sin make hell a paradise.

Enter Directory.
O you are welcome, Sir.

Direct. Worthy of all love's joys, Hast thou not blamed my tardy stay? Thou art most certain, sure, thy husband is far off; if he should take me with thee, his jealousy and wrath might prompt him to strange actions.

Prisc. I have not the least fear of his approach.

Direct. Come then, my Prixdra, and let us taste those joys thy husband is unworthy of.

ACT V.

Directory and Priscilla put forth in a bed, both sleeping.

Enter Anarchy, with a torch.
Anar. TITAN to the Antipodes is gone,

To luminate another horizon :
'Tis now dead midnight, Morpheus, cleath's eldest brother,
Hover about this place, and charm the sense
Of these two creatures made of impudence;
Are they so shallow, to conceive that I

Am made of mimical pantomimy? O woman, woman, who art compounded of all ill, I durst have pawned my soul, this wife of mine had harboured a soul as white as the Alpine snow; but she is ulcerous and deformed. Who knows how often they have met and wallowed in their active sweats ? What woman

may be trusted ?

Lust is a subtle syren, ever training
Souls to destruction, by her secret feigning:
She is the prince of darkness' eldest daughter,
Wanting no craft her cunning sire hath taught her:
'Tis like Medusa's tress; and, if it be
Twin'd in the body of man's living tree,
Man's heart of flesh converts, if he have one,

By secret vigour, to unliving stone.
Damn'd strumpet, have I ta’en you with your lecher?

African panthers, Hyrcan tygers fierce,
Cleonian lions, and Danonian bears,
Are not so ravenous, whom hunger pin'd,
As women that are lecherously inclin'd.

But I prolong their lives, and tire the ferry-man with expectation.Stay, it is not wisdom to cope with two that struggle for their lives. these are the bonds of death. (Ties them to the bed.] So awake, you lustful pair.

[They uwake. Direct. Ha !-we are undone.

Anar. Yes, Directory, e're winged time add one hour more to this declining night, thou shalt be numbered with the dead.

Direct. O my unhappy fate !

Prisc. Dear husband, spare our lives, and then inflict what punishment thou wilt.

Anar. O my fine Directory, camest thou from Scotland hither to cheat us out of our religion, our lives, our king; and, covering thy ills with virtue's cloke, act even those crimes, which but to hear them named would fright the cannibals? And shall we not strive to circumvent thee?

Direct. I pray, hear me, Sir.

Anar. Hath guilt emboldened so thy mind, that thou darest view my face, and speak?

Prisc. Sir, I confess, my crime cannot be expiated, but with blood; but, if mild pity harbour in your breast, I do implore your mercy.

Anar. Peace, vile strumpet; thou mayest as well attempt to scale the heavens, and ride on the sun-beams, as strive with talk to mitigate my fury, and stay the course of my revenge ; but first, good Directory, I will stab you by the book, and torture you, not opening a vein.

Dumb Shew. Solemn Musick. One, representing Directory, accompanied with a rabble in the habit of el.

ders, running as flying from soldiers, who pursue them with their swords

drawn. Did you behold the pageant; great Babylon is fallen; an English army bath extirpated presbytery, root and branch; the elders may, in Scotland, couri Susanna, here are too many Daniels to sift them; and now. Sir, you must go, but not to Scotland ; that's but purgatory; yet where you'll find many blue bonnets more, I mean to hell. Thus 1 dismiss thy soul.

Direct. Hold, Sir, and, e're you send my soul to wander in the invisible land, hear what I now shall utter : By heaven and earth, and him that made them both, I ne'er was guilty, not in thought, till this dire bour, of the defiling of your marriage bed.

Anar. Dost think, dull fool, that all thy protestations, thy heav'd up bands and sighs, were they as numerous as the sand hid in the Baltick sea, should raise my heart for to relent? No, in thy death England gathers life, whose happiness I wish : Thus for it work.

[Stabs him with a ponyard. Direct. O! thou hast op'd a flood-gate, which will not close, till my beart-blood is drain'd.

Prics. If thou wer't born of woman, spare my life.

Anar. O thou luxurious strumpet, hath not thy guilt, or fear, bereft thy tongue of utterance? Methinks thou should'st, when thinking on thy fact, convert to stone, and save my hand a labour to send thee to another world. There, strumpet.

(Stabs her.