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A52858
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Romes follies, or, The amorous fryars a comedy, as it was lately acted at a person of qualitie's house.
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Nowell, N.
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1681
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Wing N52; ESTC R5200
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juggling self-pleasing Epicurean Priest hath seduc'd from the paths of Heaven and Vertue supplied my place in performing that Act that none but I should do he hath exceeded the Rules of his Office for he both Confess'd and Absolv'd her as she was lying he hath likewise disfigur'd the curious Workmanship of Nature for he hath made me that was once a Man and her Lord and Master a Monster worse than a Satyr a deformed Beast of the Horned Crew These honest Men and please your Holiness can bear Witness of what I say for they saw all Now I begg Justice upon both these Fryars for the other was in the mean time as eagerly busie with my Maid Isabella and that my Wife and my Maid may receive condign punishment Pope I 'll do you Justice Turbin thou didst well But prithee have a care of Marriage sins To sin and have a Law to prove it just A Law contriv'd and forg'd by sinful Man To strain and force Nature that Gen'rous Mistriss I see no sin in what hath yet been told Or if there be 't is less than Venial Mar. Oh Horrible Nay then I see what redress I shall have Aside Pope Keep single Turbin and obey the Church Or else Perdition shall pursue thee close Lie with what Women may your fancy please That 's greater honesty than is a Wife To have a Wive's a sin too great for Pardon Marforio your Wife is ne'r the worse For so devout and glorious an Embrace For he hath shown her now Coelestial Joys And learn'd her to be wise and holy too So I command you take her with you home Be kind to her and to this Reverend Priest Give him admittance too when e're he please To come to her Confession any more Marforio be sure you do our will The Inquisition else shall make you bend Now you unto your Convents may retire To live secure warm'd with Religious Fire Mar. I obey and please your Holiness in all Come Honey come I love thee well enough tho still But 't is because I dare not say otherwise Aside Exeunt Omnes but the Pope Odcroff the Jesuit the Bishop Cardinal Guards and Attendants c. Pope Come Odcroff is the Conjuration fix'd For I must know what those good Fathers did For th' Honour of the Church and us Popes How 't was they made themselves and us thus great What Ceremonies they patch'd together To paint and guild our Images and Shrines I 'd likewise know the utmost of our Fate How kind Heav'n is to us our Church and State I 've Faith enough to think they can do more Than the poor Star gazer could do before Yet he hath had his Loan Od. Sir your commands I 'm ready to perform with utmost Skill The Charm is wound up to its highest pitch Great Sir you may command when they appear What things you 'd see or what it is you 'd hear Pope Haste then unto performance Makes Marks on the ground with a White Wan Odcr. Sir I shall And thus I first begin to do your will Ye Fleeting Shades that whisk about the Air From East and West from North and South repair Through Icye Poles thick Foggs and Silver Light And pass the Twinkling Orb o' th milky white Let every Planet cheerfully Combine To Favour your swift pace and our Design With Sextiles Smiles and with a pleasing Trine Exalt no Star above his fame and worth Banish the Dragons Tail beneath the Earth From all bad Aspects let us too be free And ye o' th Fiery Triplicity Sordo Heroth Ventiloth and Arcto Your Cacodemons send with pow'r below From the Four Regions let 'um forthwith flie And fiercely penetrate the yielding Skye Let 'um in no affrighting Shapes appear But yield such Forms as may beget no fear Four Pristine Monarchs of the Papal Throne I summon to appear each with his Crown And by this Wan command ye to fulfil In all respects our Holy Fathers Will. Makes a Circle just by the Pope Move not beyond this Geomantick Trace Your power reacheth not beyond this space Appear appear now without more delay And to his Holiness your duties pay A Flash of Lightning from behind the Scenes then appears on one side of the Stage the Ghost of Pope Clement the First and Boniface the Eighth and on the other side the Ghost of Pope Gregory the Third and Innocent the Third Clem. Great Mortal God we 're come to do thy Will We once became that Seat as well as thee And did those things as might become a Pope Clement the First they call'd me when I sway'd And had that God-like power thou hast now I first ordain'd that Crowns should subject be To Romes great Church and own no Head but me In Temporal and Spiritual degree Pope 'T was a brave Constitution now worn old As we are great 't is fit we should be bold But who are you pray Bon. Boniface the Eighth I in a Solemn Festival appear'd In Glittering Pomp as did my Grandeur sute Th' amazed Multitude upon me gaz'd As on some God drop't from his Christal Heav'n The Mortals did me on their Shoulders bear When I did beam my Blessing on them all Which by my Fingers Motion they perceiv'd The next day in Imperial Robes being deck'd By my command I had before me bore A Naked Sword the Mule of 's Rider proud Mov'd on in State while I did loudly cry See here Two Swords and Lord of all the World As well in Spirit'al as Temp'ral things I am that mighty Pope of whom Men say I like Lyon liv'd and Fox bore sway And like a Dog my life consum'd away Pope All your Successors have obliged been For th' pious care you took to make 'um great Grego Now give an Ear and mark what I'm to say I am call'd Gregory of that Name the Third I made a Law that Images should be In Churches not for Lay-mens Books alone But that Men should 'um honour and adore With greater Reverence than they did before When I it lawful thought all knew 't was just For all to sin are subject except Popes And whosoever did ' gainst this Law offend Was for an Heretick forthwith condemn'd Inno. Now he hath spoke pray Brother Pope hear me I 'm Innocent the Third an harmless Name 'T was I brought in Auricular Confession What Godly Plots have by that Art been made To ruin and destroy poor Maiden Heads Besides I with Eight hundred Fry'rs and more O' th' Romish Clergy first devis'd and made The senseless knack Transubstantiation call'd Never no Pope was look'd upon as Wife That did not some gay thing for th'Church devise Which like a Sun-beam dazles peoples Eyes Pope Thou hast done well but now I would know more How long shall Rome's Head and Religion live Speak boldly let me know my utmost Fate A Voice from behind the Scene Voice That task is mine and none but I must do 't Thy empty Glory 's shortly shall decay A Star