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A62856
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Tom tell-troth, or, A dialogue between the Devil and the Pope about carrying on the plot
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Oldham, John, 1653-1683.
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1679
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Wing T1785; ESTC R25654
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Tom Tell-Troth OR A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE DEVIL and the POPE About Carrying on the PLOT DEVIL MY dear adopted Heir mine only Son Thou that hast fought and all my Battels won Inlarg'd my Kingdom and with Thousand Souls Fill'd up the Cat'logue of my sulphury Rowles Whose fi'ry Bulls and bloody Inquisition Feign'd Purgatory and thy false Tradition Beads Images thy Relicks Crucifix Indulgence Pardons and such taking-tricks Have more augmented my Infernal Host Than Pagan Rome her self could ever boast And damn'd more Souls than Hereticks e're lost This to thy glory I acknowledg POPE Grand-sire of Popes 't is kindness thus to own What duty we thy Nose-led Sons have shown That Letter which I lately did receive From thy dark Court did me such courage give Which I had answer'd Sir but for this Reason So many of our men of late for Treason Have ply'd old Charon so that he did swear Go and be damn'd your self d' ye think I care To be your Porter I must tend my Fare D. Is he so flusht I shall abate his fee. P. And well you may since 't is encreas'd by me That welcom Packet you may it believe To me I say did such new vigour give As had not that mysterious English Monster Which Popes or Devils ne're could truly conster Who all our Policies do circumvent That many-headed Beast call'd Parliament Cross'd my designs Englands admir'd Prince Had fall'n a sacrifice to thee long since But since your Devilship is pleas'd to come In person to your lower Court at Rome My zeal's blown up to such an heat nay flame That I resolve it in the Devils name Neither to stop or stay I 'le take no rest Till I have once more fir'd that Rebel nest Of Hereticks and if my Jesu'ts falter I will my self provide them each an Halter Had not base Cowardise appear'd our foe At White-hall Windsor and New-market too Our work I 'am sure had not been now to do But since they are so fearful of the Rope They shall expect it from their Father Pope The next occasion that doth happen fair He that shall slip it i'faith I 'le send him where He shall do penance for his pannick fear D. Heroickly resolv'd I like it well But how will you go forward can you tell P. That I expect from you but the old Mask I think will serve till we have done our task D. What mask is that my Son P. Religion D. Right This mannag'd well with policy and might Will do the business wrest it as you please This way or that to give the Actor ease Make it a Shooing-horn that will eas'ly draw Any thing on and make it seem a Law A Stalking-horse whereunder you may lurk Till you 've accomplish'd your intended work 'T is a brave guilâ—ed Mask that blears the eye And makes a lye seem truth and truth a lye You 've put it on already use it well And expect aid from all the powers of Hell P. I hope most Infamous Apollyon You will be pleas'd to see how we go on And new inspire us with Ignatian zeal To make such Rents as none shall ever heal D. Doubt not my utmost aid for 't is the Pope And his Adherents are the only hope I have on earth 't is by your heads and hands My Kingdom in the world so strongly stands Besides if you consider well how I Have taught you to equivocate and lye Then to confirm it by the Sacrament You 've little cause to doubt my male-intent A thousand ways I 've shewn you how to gull The cred'lous multitude and do you P. Nay pray Sir be not thus enrag'd that I Ask the assistance of your pollicy Preceding Popes have by tradition told What you by them and for them did of old And I confess dear Father you have done As much for me as e're you did for Son For which I vow I will not fail to sac're Those dues to you I owe unto my Maker And dayly more endeavour Art and Powers T' assure you Sir I am obliged yours Yet am I but a passive instrument In your wise hands to perfect your intent The Conquests that I win belong to you And I hold it just to give the De'il his due And truer Trojans Sir you have but few D. I am appeas'd Observe now what I say Till all obstructions lying in our way Be beaten down my Scepter cannot sway P. Name what they are Sir and the Devil take me If I don't do 't unless my Imps forsake me Which I don't fear for they have plighted troth To be thy faithful drudges and mine both And no reserves shall serve that they can mint If Devil cheat Devil then the Devils in 't Equivicate they may with Hereticks But not with thee or me who know their tricks Thy counsel therefore Great Abaddon D. First set on work your Engines to prevent That ador'd Idol called Parliament Hells greatest envy Popery's mortal foe Popes plague and pest and Rome's eternal woe These must not sit for they 'l be laying ope All our ambushments and sinister scope See this be done and then there is no doubt But we shall yet bring matters brave about P. But grant they do if we the Members chuse Our party by it then can nothing lose D. But that 's a devilish hazard if we shall 'T is sufer therefore there be none at all P. Agreed and to this end in us I 'le see That nothing shall be wanting D. Nor in me Next I advise you speedily depose Him whom th' Almighty his Vicegerent chose Let not that Bugbare Idol name of King Into your spirits any terror bring He is Heretical declar'd 't is good To get his Crown by shedding of his blood 'T is our great loss that He so long hath stood Then England's Gloyr King and Parliament Destroy'd we cannot fail of our intent To pull down Laws both Civil and Divine And in their room to set up yours and mine A cunning cheat the Church and State to mend By killing Him that should them both defend P. St. Coleman good success unto it send D. This done to Trap again and with that game Cutting won't be amiss that so the flame May ne're extinguish'd be but by a flood Of the accursed Hereticks heart-blood And to this end see you an Army fix That you ben't bafl'd as in Sixty six And do your work by halves P. Each man shall strive who shall burn and kill most And I will pray the Devil take the hindmost D. It shall be so and so adieu P. Nay stay And think if you 've not somewhat more to say D. What is the Shipping you should set on fire P. 'T is well remembred my mischievous Sire A little of that i' th' Thames at Chatham too Would greatly weaken our Imperial foe And to our Friends the French huge service do 'T is well you stay'd What more D. Justice corrupt with Bribes you see the bait Is pleasing and if large is taken