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A new play call'd The Pragmatical Jesuit new-leven'd a comedy / by Richard Carpenter.; Pragmatical Jesuit new-leven'd
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Carpenter, Richard, d. 1670?
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bacon or what ye please rich Cozen. Ha ha he O that 's my Lord-Cozen what an unmannerly fool am I I should stand a great away off I should not come near my Lord Cozen. Good day to you Lord Cozen. My Lord Cozen is a jolly fine old man Ha ha he L. Lib. Friend come neer what hast thou in thy basket Lucifer My basket is therefore shut because you should not see what I have there Lord Cozen Ha ha he But in earnest Lord Cozen I have nothing there yet I thank you L. Lib. Dost thou thank me that thou hast nothing there Lucif I Lord Cozen I thank you for nothing Ha ha he L. Lib. You shall thank me for something anon Lucif So I will when I have it Lord Cozen Ha ha he L. Lib. Nice I commit the storing of his basket to you let it be well fill'd Dor. I undertake it as a work of Charity Lucif Thank you heartily pretty Cozen you are a very pretty Cozen and I love a pretty Cozen heartily Ha ha he And Cozens all if you be good Cozens help me to a Wife amongst you Lord Cozen I want a Wife Ha ha he L. Lib. Thou knowst not how to use a Wife Lucif To use a Wife is a natural work Lord Cozen and a Natural knows it best Ha ha he L. Lib. He sayes true But why does he pull up his right leg hastily in that manner Vain-gl My Lord it is the custom of Changelings I should think it were because he belongs to other Parents and his right foot intends a nimble motion towards them Lucif Pretty Cozen Is that your Mother Dor. No She is a Gentleman's Wife in the City here Lucif Gentleman's Wife and my loving Cozen how do you Ha ha he Vaing. Well I thank you fool Lucif Cozen Cozen have you made a fool of me that you call me so Ha ha he Vaing. No no I am thy Friend I shall help to the filling of thy Basket Lucif I thank you Cozen Fool. Vaing. I perceive we must not call him fool L. Lib. No. The veriest Fools think themselves the wisest Lucif I I Lord Cozen that 's the reason that so many rich and great men think themselves so wise Lord Cozen let me ask you a simple question without offence L. Lib. Speak freely Lucif I will Lord Cozen. My simple question is whether it be possible to make a fool of a Lord Ha ha he L. Lib. Why truly a man may make a Lord of a Fool But it is not ordinary to make a Fool of a Lord except it be of such a Lord as was made a Lord of a Fool. Lucif Right Lord Cozen very right My back-part itches Lord Cozen some good is coming towards me L. Lib. Thou art a Fool in grain an unmannerly Fool. He comes a gooding Nice Take in the fool with you and load his basket with good Provision then send him packing Madam pray refresh your self a little farther before you leave us Vaing. My Lord you are noble Dor. Come Cozen. Lucif I I pretty Cozen. Pretty Cozen I will follow you close Mrs Dorothy a word of advertisement the next time I come as a Chimny-sweeper afterwards as a Tinker Dor. I understand you And you shall only sweep my Chimny mend and scour my Kettel Exeunt Act. 4. Scene 5. Sr John Wit-little a sleep on a Couch the Boy standing by Enter F. Robert in his habit of a Monk with writings Rob. I am restor'd hither from Paris And though the Jesuits Jesuitically call me the Benedictines Carrier because I convey Boyes and Maids out of England to holy places that is Monasteries and Nunneries yet in truth I am an honourable Procuratour for the Benedictines I have put on my habit here that I might appear the more venerable to this Knight whose vast Estate we sit brooding upon that we may bring it into the light ours The Writings are here drawn and he is answerable to us by the procuration of this good Boy both in Religion and all our other Desires We intend him for one of our Monasteries abroad that he like the Eagle hovering over the Emperour's Corps yeelded up and exposed to the funeral Flames may be elevated from the Earth towards Heaven while his Estate perishes from him under him It will suit more analogically according to Logick with us than with him Our Vocation is more high our lives are more holy our Persons are sacred Besides we have reform'd his Soul for the which his Estate though great is but a small paiment If he were able to exonerate both the Indies into our laps he could not require us worthily Our Abby of Lambspring we subtilly recover'd from the Lutherans we fool'd a doting old Abbot with false Alarums out of England till he invested us in our Colledge at Doway Our Parisian House we purchas'd by setting a Death's-Head or the Head of a carrion Calf upon a Man's Body Our House at Dulewort we bought with a portion of a Ghost-led Maid who now lives neer us there afflictedly upon our alms and repents of her mistaken Charity Our Priory at St Malloes came feather'd by a French Merchant whom we piously inveigled to his undoing and afterwards inserted though aforreign Plant into our holy Congregation And if this fair Estate be added upon a particular and enclosed account it will nobly support us in England and we shall be congenerous and homogeneous I never went beyond Logick with our selves He wakes Lucifug Sr John you have well slept Wit-l. My Angel-fac'd Boy I dreamt of thee thou tak'st up all my Thoughts thou begin'st thou endest and thou art my whole Business Lucifug Reverend Father pray shew Sr John the Writings Rob. Here they are Sr John Wit-l. I I I take all and more than all I 'le set my Hand and Seal to the Writings Rob. Good Sr John grants all while you syllogize I speak not beyond Logick when I had learn'd the Fallacies I had learn'd enough Wit-l. My only bliss is to move after the steerige of my dear Boy Rob. Sr John when you are dead you will find your Lands again in another Countrey with advantage Wit-l. I doubt it not Reverend Father you speak Oracles I sacrifice to you Take all reserv'd that I may not dis-anchor from the love of my snow and milky-fac'd Boy His face is the milky way that leads to Jupiter's Throne Rob. Sr John our most charitable and our most noble Benefactour by virtue of these writings when they have their Pass from your hand and seal your whole Estate is by you given and made over to a faithfull friend of ours that negotiates for us Wit-l. Even to whom you please Rob. Had I the least dram or grain of Conscience this should not be done The man is Civilitèr mortuus as the Lawyers tongue it defunct and dead in Law he is not himself If one write a Will or Testament and hold the Pen with a dead Man's hand that Will will
will make me happy L. Lib. Come loving Guests receive the Civility of the House Sr. John Madam You have sign'd us yours by this Favour How does your husband Vaing. Well I hope Sr. John Sr. John Come Quaker go with us Lucifer Man I follow thee Exeunt Act 3. Scen. 6. Enter Mr. Ninny an Anabaptist Nin. I was directed hither by a Friend belonging to the House to see a Jesuit in his Habit who will presently pass this way I am an Exerciser amongst the Brethren of the Separation My Name is Abram Ninny and it would be a consolation to me to know by sight of the eye what manner of man a Jesuit is and how he goes orderly drest in private Enter Aristotle Junior This is not he Arist I am newly return'd from Rome by Sea to London and I would fain see the Father that sent me over and debate the business with him because it answer'd not in all Angles to my Expectation This is the Jesuits House in the Savoy that secretly beats the name of their Founder One thing more lies gnawing at my heart I find a strange fall of the Leaf in my own Countrey Every man has moulded a new Religion to himself I have a Vision I am haunted with Visions being newly come from Rome Me thinks this House is like a Theater and throng'd with people Gentlemen I 'le open to you a Secret lock'd up in the close Cabinet of my Thoughts But I pray keep it as a Secret and tell it not abroad neither let it pass into the cold ayr We experimentally find in the world that Princes have their Jayle for Offenders and their Bedlams for mad people And I know that I dare better shew towards him with my hand than name him here is the greatest of Princes and that Hell is his Jayle And in good sooth I never heard or read of storied forth never beheld a place which can now more appliably be call'd his Bedlam than England But ye will say How so England a Bedlam the great Bedlam of the world Are all the people of England mad Soft and fair I Answer No. For in a Bedlam-house the mad people have their sober Keepers their wise Physitians their civil Waiters and Servants and also those whose Office it is to whip them and thereby to awake and recal their senses and one of the last I hope I shall be Thet's the Secret Enter Lucifer in the Habit of a Jesuit Lucif O I am rob'd I am rob'd I had a Purse of Gold given me this morning by a Noble woman-penitent which she stole from her Husband and another he-penitent coming afterwards has pickt my pocket and rob'd me of it O Villain Miscreant Caitiffe According to Learned Father Escobar he is damn'd already The Rogue came to Confession to me kneel'd humbly at my feet confessed with a sad voyce an humble mouth sigh'd sob'd groan'd shak'd his head look'd like a Carcase and with a face equally divided and shar'd betwixt sorrow and care he cried too the vile Knave wept as I thought heartily the tears ran hastily down his Cheeks as if there were a modest contention or striving betwixt his Cheeks which should deliver his tears soonest to his bosom he kept his Right and righteous hand acting tabering at his heart while with his other hand his unrighteous hand left-handed Rascal he pick'd my Pocket and got away my Purse my Purse of Gold containing as much pure Gold as being well husbanded by our secular Procurator would have given our Body here a full and copious Dinner every Thursday at our Garden-house of Recreation I mean every one six Dishes whereof one should have been a fat plump Partridge or somthing as the Logicians speak equipollent to the worlds end The Curse of our General and of all our Sociey be upon him The Curse and the Firebrand thrown down from the top of the Great Church at Rome follow him Arist Father Father this Passion does not become you sits not well upon your forehead Lucif Are not you the Thief you are like him Arist Look upon me well good Father and with unpassion'd eyes Lucif O my good Child are you come again Forsooth I am glad to see you How relish you the good things in forreign Parts Arist Father tanquam in tabellâ in brief First you sent your Letter of commendations by me and it had certain private Marks in the bottom according to your private Book of Rules Politick rules printed at Rome and no where else which I have now seen and this was to signifie to the Jesuits that if I refused to be a member of your Society they might use me ad libitum at their pleasure Secondly You sent Letters every Moneth to the English Colledges at S. Omers at Valladolid in Spain and at Rome where I was to be read in the hearing of all the Scholars and these Letters recounted wondrous things as done in England disgraceful to the English though conducing to the confirmation of the Scholars in their Judgments which things were neither done nor feasible The Business of Garnets Straw was meet Forgery the Painter afterwards discover'd his own Folly and yours and your different Pictures of the Straw I have seen them gave evidence against you Fox the Authour of the famous Martyrology never believ'd his Head was an Urinal The Learned Church-man of England did not die a Papist I could exasperate your ears with a thousand of these Thirdly I never yet saw a Jesuit or other Priest of whom I could honestly say this is a just man his Heart and his Tongue concur Truth and his Tongue are Unison They are Mountebanks in Religion and have Spawns of Deceit and Equivocation in their Mouths they religiously keep Matchavels Rule Bespatter thy Adversary with all sorts of Dirt and filth aliquid for sit à n adhaerebit it is likely that somwhat of it will stick close to him Fourthly Nin. This is the Jesuit in the Habit of his Order a very passionate man And now I look better upon him this man exercis'd in our Chair the other day habited as I am Jesuit I defie thee Lucif Who are you Nin. A Brother of the Separation I defie thee Jesuit Lucif How came you hither Nin. Upon my Legs Jesuit I defie thee Thou art an Impostor a Deluder thou hast polluted and contaminated our Chair and I will burn it I defie thee Jesuit Lucif Cnipperdoling vanish Thee I defie Nin. Romes Janizary I defie thee Arist. Gentlemen I defie you both But you two are not so tender-hoof'd but you may stable closer together if you please You both know or have reason to know that I know you both Come come stand as far off as you can one from the other I le bring you together I warrant you Jesuit and Brother of the Separation First Are ye not both wild-fire-heated and contemners of Government if heteroclite from your Designes This cannot be denied the meridian Sun is not more visible