is fitter for 't Mr. Tr We have divorc'd our King and broke his Bonds Wee 'l try new Lords variety is best One head would never serve the Cities turn A change of Governors if such as these Is as delightfull as of meats one dish Though it were Capon and white broth will not Please alwayes Mr. W Kings were too stately for us They thought it much to feast or ly us The State will condescend to take a lodging With their poore servants and communicate The secrets of the House unto our wives And they tell all again good gyrles to us They pump the Juncto for Intelligence And on that confidence we buy Kings Lands Bishops or any thing They word it all I intend for her good services and love Unto the State and me to make a joyncture Of Theobalds to my Consort honest Dorcas This day she hath my leave to see the Park Mr. Tr The State are wondrous wise there was a gift When did the King bestow a Park on us There is not such a State in all the world To hit the fancie of all sides our wives Are taken above measure out of cry It may be I shall air my horse toward night I told my Hanna I had businesse But I may chance to steal upon her Mr. Av Do. My Abigall will joy to be surpris'd Mr. W. Let it be so I 'le along for company Mr. Tr. It will do excellent the righteous waggs Will joy to see their husbands breathe their Naggs Exeunt omnes Actus 4tus Enter Ralph and Roger as at New Park gate Ralph T was well drove Carochman the Ladies to shew they love good Drivers give you this to drink above your hire be moderate and warm your selves but not too much remember Phaeton whip and away that 's counsell Roger the joy o th' Park to you Reg Ralph you and I must run a race to day a wit course pray heaven your Pegasus be well breath'd I shall have the heels of him else Gold to silver on 't Ralph Poore Cab little doth he think whose flying horse I ride I 'le shall make you spur and switch for t wee l order the Feast and then Sir wee l try your veine But Mr. Lerned now hath given his master-piece to me he hath done it to the life if I can word it Reg. No prompting Ralph Exeunt Mr. Lerned leading Mrs. Wooll Mr. Old leading Mrs. Avery Mr. Bew Mrs. Tryall in the Park Mr. Ler These were sometimes high places and the Groves Where Ahab burnt unhallowed gumms to Baal But now a sanctified Inheritance A Naboths vineyard or an Eden rather A Paradise where Innocence is sure And holy guards keep out the fiery Dragon The riggling though old serpent Satan hight Old Here no Abaddon comes nor creeping thing You may sit down and fear no lurking Suakes The herbage is of Grace Mr. Bew. The trees all Elder Such as are planted about Syon banks And do surround our new Jerusalem Mrs. Wool What are those creatures that trip it so with the high things upon their foreheads they have goodly foretops Mr. Ler Those are the savoury meat o th' place the dyet Old Isaac long'd for we call Venison Which Esan hunts but onely Israel eats Mr. Tr Is it true indeed that at sometime they cast their nature a wofull season that and without doubt a great discomfiture unto the creature Mr. Av As snakes cast their skin for a time they are naked but they are new clad suddenly and the liver for t Old Spirit returns upon the reparation Mr. Ler Their parva naturalia are renew'd And as they say a novum organum Ariseth in the place Mrs. Av We shall soon dispatch These Deer upon Thanksgiving-dayes for Crumwell And then wee 'l keep our Dairys here the Countrey Churming's too grosse for Saints wee 'l have glasses And servants lusty servants of our own And we will see it come The buttermilk Wee 'l sell unto the Cabs and eat the creame The creame o th' kine our selves in stately dishes Mrs. Woo T was pity so much ground should ly unoccupied Mrs. Av And be a randezvous for savage beasts As hideous Stags and uselesse barren Does A goodly herd of Cows led in and out By serviceable and untyring Buls Were farre more usefull for the Common-wealth Mrs Tr Deer was the Tyrant's game but Buls is ours Bishops and Plays were in a day put down I well remember and Bull baytings allow'd These are no wanton sports Mrs. W Wee 'l have it Common But stinted Common a dozen Cow Commons Unto a Saint is good proportion And a Bull wee 'l hayne the richer ground We may have grazing geese too and at season Green gostlings of our own and Pigs and nere Be jeer'd with Bow and Bartholmew Fair meetings Nor James nor Sturbridge our husbands shall ply them We and our Levites will ply these Mr. Ler We may employ our gifts and exercise too here Upon the Turfe Repentance was first preacht By John i th' Wildernesse and ye being Washed Disciples may use any place All things are clean to you as you to all New Parks as sanctified to us as Peters Margarets or Vnder shafts or Antolines To them Enter Roger and Ralph Ralph All things are plac'd convenient the Repast Is set in order and the Earth is spread Rog Adams first and best Table where green Carpets Were senior unto Diaper and Damask Eve in her Innocence did use no other A goâ—â— broad Sycamore leaf was all her napkin Nut-shels their cups Sallads their meat and sawce Six pretty mole-hils of dame Natures making Yet such as Art can scarce exceed the work At first o th' Mole by her blind pains cast up Are fince by silver Jupiter fresh verdur'd And moss'd with Cushions for your Lady-ships ease And in the middle is a Rising Bank Swelling most strangely in a ovall form On which the dishes stand in equipage Mr. Ler It doth resemble much the seat o th' whore Hight Babylon On which the Saints in time And verily I weene the time is come Were promised to sit and judge Pray move Exeunt omnes Enter Mr. Avery Mr. Tryall Mr. Woollastone with Musicians Mr. Av Here here behind these trees will be the shelter Musitians and ours too Cornets and small Musick Together makes good harmony you have your Hoboyes Mr. Tr Vex not your guts untill the Cue be given well Tryall this devise was thine and 't is a signall one and will advance the Festivall exceedingly Mr. W Would Collonel Jones were here for an houre and Captain Oatway we could spare him from following after Ormond for a while Mr. Av Who would have thought Ormond had been a gamester I took him alwayes for a Protestant Mr. Tr I know not nor I care not He was against the Papists alwayes pro and con he made a League and not a league and so he I think he is well beaten fort and not beaten too they say Mr. Wool How not
Ireland once You shall have all and meet it out with stones Engage engage apace while the State lives She is a liberall Governesse she gives This is a taste to th' City of their loves Lend all you have and you shall all have Groves Then though the King return with forraign Force And take your Forrest what are you the worse When these are gone the State more favour yeelds They give Parks now and then Elysian Fields Mr. Ler You are a little too bitter sirrah Rog Satyrs in Woods Sir are most proper Mr. Old 'T was well he was turn'd out of Oxford He would have prov'd a dangerous Fellow He was one of some of the Riming Colledges I warrant you Mr. Bew. I would not have a Poet nor Orator left in that University Let it be an Article if any be witty turn him out Let it be sped to the Visitors they 'l do it Mr. Tr Well Hodge 't is very well I like thee well enough Mrs. Wool Fy fy 't is a Hodge podge neither head nor tall Ralph is worth a thousand of him Mrs. Tr Ralph Hodge shall put him in his pocket Hodge is a man of his hands as well as feet Mrs. Wool Marry get with your Delinquents brat Mrs Try Set that aside and he is as clean a youth as ever serâ—'d City Dame I as Ralph Mrs. Wool Out Impudence As Ralph you carry him his shirts I warrant you and reckon with him on Saterday nights for his week lapies and bring him on his knees for it Do you not Mrs. Tr Do you traduce my good name you Jesabell I 'le send to you though I cannot reach you Throws a corner of the Pasty at her Mrs. Wool There 's mustard and sugar to your venison The husbands run forth Ralph Sweet Mistrisse return unto your temper let me allay your heat pray do not swell so much Mr. Ler This is unseemly in the Saints and shews you are flesh which for a while and but a while I hope resists the spirit Mr. Old rises and with his hat off Hum Lard Ah why hast thou made a Belshazzars feast of this hum why this confusion Lard Let not such a spirit of violence and not bearing with one another any longer possesse and teare in pieces the good sisters Command the Abaddon out of them even as farre as Rumford Lard amongst the Hoggs I charge thee spirit of trouble and Feast-Interruption spirit of unsociablenesse and Aversenesse unto good doings and Brother and Sisterly meetings Come forth Come forth Come forth I say instanter instantanèè instantissime Enter the Husbands with the Musick Mr. Try Strike up merrily now such an aire as were able to reduce the wildernesse or settle the wilde Inhabitants of Bethlem or compose the tortures and vexations of Darby House-Consciences such a tune now beyond the Taratantara must recover this Tarantula Musick play severall smart Tunes Mr. Ler I shall not need to hold forth ought of Peace And reconcilement there is in Musicke Strange sympathetick virtue and occult Quality's beyond my knowledge to allay Passions enrag'd or else enrage tame spirits The things is hinted to us in Saul and David Mr. Wool I will no longer strive against my sister She is a weaker vessell as my self Mrs. Try It was a frailnesse in me I am strengthened and am confirm'd in love I do tope to you in signe of Reconciliation Mrs. W I take your tope both the dry and wet Salute and dr Mr. Bew. What a Becoming hum as I may term it One-somenesse and Christian-piecingnesse is this Your broken arcon will be stronger for 't So I would have you wedg'd and cramp'd together Mr. Wool Now for a Dance pace um my nimble Levites about with them about with um stoutly till they steam again when I was a yonker as you are I would have workt a Sister into sudds and landred her in her own Bath Mr. Tr To it to it Mr. Olduns they say you are a Firker Mr. Av Mr. Bew my wife will dance with none but you you have been her Valentine these ten yeers Couple couple quickly The Levites dance the Sisters Mr. Wool Wee 'l run over the Diurnals in the mean time The Moderate Intelligencer is very full this week what a comfortable Letter is here from Collonel Jones What was it Ormonds Faire that there were such rich prizes taken who would have taken it for a Siege And you will we will send and buy it all 't will be good chaffer Mr. Tr It came i th' nick of time my heart was almost done I was even Arkins'd we may break off again with Cathlicks now Munck was too hasty It is a shrewd aspersion to the Saints to have their necessities made their upbraidings we cannot thoroughly serve God and Belial Mr. Av The Presbyterian are more convenient for our purposes we did begin with them and we should not part my thinks If they would leave their hankering after King and Coenant we should unite and carry all before us They were not so well sighted as we to see the end of the Covenant and the Saints get ground upon the wicked by advantages I would they were all enlightned as I am they would not care for formes and discipline so much they are blinde Brethren yet and want a dipping more They will look about if this News hold Mr. Wool I warrant it it holds dost hear His Lordships shipp'd we are Princes all Mr. Av I must unto my Court at squeezing Hall There wait those Oranges those humbled things While we sit uncontroul'd like Petty kings Mr. Wool We will have the Song and so conclude Our wives to their Caroches we to our Horses Levites to their Books Boys to the Shops and Musick to the scrapps The Song To the Tune of In the merry Moneth of May. 1. In the merry merry Moneth of June When the Rose fades But Venison Ranges stately by the Wood side With Head branched in her pride Then the State look'd down upon Citizana and Citizon 2 The States that stiled are the Free More then those of Germany Free of Flesh as any State Gave us Venison for our Plate They will give us any Thing A New Parke for an old King 3. What Returns are these for our loanes No man grudgeth no mayd groans She that layd her Bodkin down In New Park has a green gown And if that be not enough What is farre more pleasing stuffe 4. Here shall be plenty of kisses then And young mayds may kisse young men Here shall be lusty Troopers sent To recruit the Mayds Regiment And every barn that shall be seen A Robin hood or John a-Green 5. Let every joyfull Citizen Clothe his triumphant head with Green Here 's Green enough for all their Brows Seem like a Forrest All in Bows To after Times let it passe for good The men o th' City were all Wood. Close Thus Enge-land for a Crown of Gold Is with a silly Willow garland fool'd thus Engeland by successe-full knaves Is become a State of Fools and Slaves Thus for a Parke like a sort of Owls The Charters lost of the Forrest of Fools Epilogue Roger left behinde IF any thing obscure not understood Be here the State expounds the darkest wood And makes the thickest thickets plain and clear As the back of your hand as Shot-over For Nol expounds the officers expound The Souldiers too expound All in a Round You 'd think Jerusalem were building new With Swords in hand and Bible nay by th' Jew The Jews buy all the Independents sell The wares the King 's and 's friends the Fair is hell Dâ—fference there is twixt that and Bartholmew That brings Brimstone and Fire this the cold Deaw FINIS
servants These Babylonian whores will never be satisfied without a Salisbury spire well if I must work about this Composition I will to it as soon as I can Nocuit differre paratis I cannot tell which is readiest my Mistresse or my self She hath been teaching me how to handle the yard these three daies and saies I must learn to give a little over measure it tâ—kes Customers mainly Besides she takes me into the darkest place of the shop and saith There I must shew my wares I shall learn Mrs. I shall apprehend you If you bring tinder I 'se bring flints and such as shall break upon a Feather-bed you have met with your match She hath this day enjoyned me upon a piece of Rivallship in Poetry with righteous Ralph emulation is good Mistresse my brains are at your service The subject is the Park and I must to work Who can such sweet and gratefull work refuse Who hath a Mistresse Patronesse and Muse Actus Tertius Enter three Committee-men Mr. Woollastone Mr. Avery Mr. Tryall Mr. Wool I did not think the gain of Godlinesse Had been so quick and great No mysterie No traffique half so sure No hazands run For first we know we are Saints and that granted That world 's our own all that we see and covet That we may safely take t is All All ours The Childrens Birth-right All the rest Aliens Usurpers and Oppressors onely we The heirs o th' House Mr. Tr This is our surest Title The Scripture is our Charter we have text To shew for 't The Scripture is a fountain Of end lesse treasure if app'y'd aright And for our purpose As you hinted brother The righteous that is we possesse the Earth The estates of all Delinquents Earth includes As bread all that is needfull I or meet For men Wool Upon that very principall I did betray a Trust which gain'd me all I now enjoy It was an Orphans state Whose blinded Father dy'd in actuall Arms Against this blessed Parliament I first Discover'd my engagement then disclos'd The foule Delinquencie and for a sleight Reward unto the Chairman some two or Three thousand Crowns a very toy a toy For services I never yet knew done And for my losses truly I was lost But for this happy windfall and because I was affected to the State as no man more And for I was a man of known integrity None serve the State but such I was voted Lord of the whole estate and the Orphan Proscrib'd and disinherison'd Hee s sent Into Barbados with Instructions Unto a Master to unlearn his Birth Which if he can forget he may do well Then he may live and prove in time a Planter Mr. Av A piece of charity I have not heard of You have approv'd your trust abundantly Into the State the end of Feâ—ffe-ships Mr. Tr The youth by these your conscientious means May in some twenty yeers become a man Mr. Av And with a little help of Aqua-vitae Stockings and Hats old Ling and Martlemasse Rise to a Fortune great as Cravens was Mr. Tr On whom can he bestow his thanks for it But on your care and providence and love Mr. Wooll I look for no such turns contented I Am satisfi'd i th' act of good That 's all All that old Woolastone cares for nor do I Act without president that honour'd Knight And now great States-man Sir John Danvers shew'd Woolastone the way why did not he prove That sometimes valiant man and Earl His brother a Delinquent for some pounds Lent to the King and by those vertuous means Orethrew the Will and cosend his own sister And all the Legatarys still it holds The Argument is good A Friend toth ' King An Enemy toth ' State a Reprobate A Reprobate no title to the creature Argo no power to dispose no power No Will and Testament Argo t is null I have some Logick left enough I think To confound all the Hierarchy of England And gravell um though all their land be genne Mr. Av I am a purchaser Mr. Tr So am I. Mr. Wool And I. They talk of sacriledge the text Is plain He doth not live in Temples made With hands Heaven is his seat yet these Bishops Will have their Sees Gods seat and conclude it Against the sence o th' House and Harry th' eight T is sacriledge to buy their Lands forsooth Out with them Antichrists Mr. Aver Indeed if one Should purchase Heaven then the text were plain But we nere mean it Let 't alone for me The House are far enough from such an Act That were sacriledge i th' highest and not On any termes to be committed No Heaven at no rate O little England For my money Mr. Try A little Ireland too Will now do well That Renegado Lord Apostat Inchiquin who hath committed The high offence revolting to the King T is he that plague us he hath dismunster'd He hath dismunsterd me Dee'l Inch him for t Of full three thousand Acres his very name Makes every Inch I have about me quake Which if I could have quietly enjoy'd I would not have engag'd in Bishops Lands Mr. Av Ormoud and he shall nere be pardon'd nor Montrosse Hopton nor Langdale no nor Dives That shitten Royalist 't is strange he is Not made a Privy Counsellour or Groome Oth'stoole But our brave Oliver will send Them all to Dives to their Winter quarter Mr. Tr I was afraid of Ireland once I gave it For an unwholsome air Bogs and Quagmires But Collonel Jones hath clear'd it all again With the States Thunder Powder and Money Mr. Wool It was a plot of Crumwels all this while And Munck will justifie it to loose so much To make the businesse seeming desperate To his eternall honour to restore it This was the plot if Ormond had tane Dublin He should have put in Governors then marcht And joyn'd with Jonny-Presbyter in Scotland Then should those Governors have sold it back For what 's the City money for but that Unto the high Lieutenant that once ours Grumwell had powdered after Ormond whiles Good Sir Arthur Haselrigg and Lambert Rebuilt the wall betwixt the Picts and us And kept them out of England pent in Scotland This was the plot which none but sure ones knew This is the day to raise more money for 't Mr. Tr It shall be levy'd what we say's a law This is the word Do it or Crumwell comes Wee 'l fetch him with a whistle if they boggle He lyes in Wales on purpose at a lurch Upon prtence of waiting on the winds But the truth is it is to aw those here The Leveller and discontented party Hee 'l squirt you Regiments into Dublin And fright off Ormond with a whiffe of 's tayl Mr. Av The Welch do love him mainly Mr. W They have reason He is their Cozen very neer ally'd Once Ap-Lord Leiftenant Generall Ap-All Ap Teudor ap Queen Elsabeth Ap-Besse Ap Great Protector presently The States Must have a Grave and who