of gold that came short home Poore Iesuite ridden soule how art thou foold Out of thy faith from thy allegance drawne Which way so ere thou takest thou' rt the lost Pawne Finit Actus Primus Incipit Secundus Enter White Queenes Pawne with a booke in her hand White Queenes Pawne AND here agen it is the daughters duty To obey her fessors commaund in all things Without exception or expostulations T is the most generall rule that ere I heard of Yet when I thinke how boundlesse vertue is Goodnesse and grace lies gently reconciled And then it appeares well to haue the power Of the dispensor are's vncircumscribde' Ent. b. B. p. B. B. p. She 's hard vpon 't t was the most modest key That I could vse to open my intents What little or no paines goes to some people Hah a seald note whence this To the blacke Bishops pawne these how to me Strange who subscribes it the blacke King what would he The Letter PAwne sufficiently holy but immeasurably politicke Wee had late intelligence from our most industrious seruant famous in all parts of Europe our Knight of the blacke House that you haue at this instant in chase the white Queenes pawne and very likely by the carriage of your Game to entrap and take her These are therefore to require you by the burning affection I beare to the rape of deuotion that speedily vpon the surprisall of her by all watchfull aduantage you make some attempt vppon the White Queenes person whose fall or prostitution our â—â—â—â— most violently rages for Sir after my desire has tooke a Tulip For it's owne inflamation that yet scorches me I shall haue cooler time to thinke of yours She 's past the generall rule of the large extent Of our prescription for obedience And yet with what allacrity of soule Her eye mooues on the Letter W. Q. p. Holy Sir Too long I haue mist you oh your absence starues me Hasten for times redemption worthy Sir Lay your commands as thicke and fast vppon me As you can speake em how I thirst to heare em Set me to worke vpon this spacious vertue Which the poore span of life's tomorrow for Boundlesse obedience the humblest yet mightiest of all Duties well set her downe a vniuersall goodnesse B. B. p. By holinesse of garment her safe innocence Has frighted the full meaning from it selfe She 's farre off from vnderstanding now The language of my intent then at first meeting W. Q. p. For vertues sake good sir Command something Make triall of my duty in some small seruice And as you finde the faith of my obedience there Then trust it with a greater B. B. p. You speake sweetely I do commaund you first then W. Q. With what ioy I do prepare my duty B. B. p. To meete me And seale a kisse of loue vppon my lips VV. Q. p. Hah B. B. p. At first disobedient in so little too How shall I trust you with a greater then Which was your owne request W. Q p. Pray send not backe My Innocence to wound me be more courteous I must confesse much like a ignorant plaintiffe Who presuming on the faire path of his meaning Goes rashly on till on a suddaine brought Into the wildernesse of Law by words Dropt vnaduisedly hurts his good cause And giues the Aduersary aduantage by it Apply it you can best sir if my obedience And your command can finde no better way Fond men command and wantons best obey B. B p. If I can at that distance send you a blessing Is it not neerer to you in my armes It flies abroad from these libs dealt in parcells And I to honour thee aboue all daughters Invite thee home to the house where thou mayst surfeit On that which others miserably pine for A fauour which the daughters of great Potentates Would looke of enuies colour but to heare W. Q p. Good men may erre sometimes you 're mistaken Sure if this be vertues path t is a most strange one I neuer came this way before B. B. p. That 's your ignorance And therefore shall that edict still conduct you That knowes no way but one nor euer seekes it T is strange if vertue should be put to one If there be twenty wayes to some poore Village Your feare is wonderous faulty cast it from you T' will gather else in time a disobedience Too stubborne for my pardon W. Q. p. Haue I lockt my selfe At vnawares into sinnes seruitude With more desire of goodnesse is this the tye Of all strict order and the holiest Of all societies the three vowed people For Pouerty Obedience Chastity The last they most forget when a Virgines raine I see the great worke of Obedience Is better then halfe finisht B. B. p. What a stranger Are you to duty growne what distance keep you Must I bid you come forwards to a happines Your selfe should sue for 't was neuer so with me I dare not let this stubbornesse be knowne 'T would bring such fierce hate on you yet presume not To make that courteous care a preuiledge For wilfull disobedience it turnes then Into the blacknesse of a curse vpon you Come come be neerer W. Q. p. Neerer B. B. p. Was that in scorne I would not haue it proued so for the hopes Of the great Monarchy if it were like it Let it not dare to flye abroad agen A stronger I will coape with 't W. Q. p. Blesse me threatnes me And quite dismayes the good strength that should Helpe me I neuer was so doubtfull of my safety B. B. p. 'T was but my iealousie forgiue me sweetnes Yours is the house of meeknesse and no veonome liues Vnder that roofe be neerer why so fearefull Neerer the Altar the more safe and sacred W. Q. p. But neerer the offerors oft more wicked B. B. p. A plaine and most insufferable contempt My glory I haue lost vppon this woman In freely offering that she should haue kneel'd A yeare in vaine for my respect is darkned Giue me my reuerence agen thou hast rob'd me off In thy repulse thou shalt not carry it hence W. Q. p. Sir B. B. p. Thou' rt too great a winner to depart And I too deepe a looser to giue way to 't W. Q. p. Oh Heauen B. B. p. Lay me downe reputation Before thou sturst thy nice Virginity Is recompence too little for my loue 'T is well if I accept of that for both Thy losse is but thine owne there 's arte to helpe thee And fooles to passe thee to in my discouery The whole society suffers and in that The hope of absolute Monarchy eclipst Assurance thou canst make me none for thy secrecy But by thy honors losse that act must awe thee W. Q p Oh my distrest condition B. B. p. Dost weepe If thou hadst any pitty this necessity Would wring it from thee I must else destroy thee We must not trust the policy of Europe Vppon a womans tongue W. Q. p. Then take my life
the Whit Kingdom ducats twenty thousand which sayd sum was afterwards giuen as a meritorious almes to the Nunnery at Lisbone hauing at this present ten thousand pounds more at vse in the Towne-house of Antwerp B. Kt. p. What 's all this to my conscience worthy Holinesse I sue for pardon I haue brought mony with me F. B. You must depart you see there is no president Of any price or pardon for that fact B. K. p. Most miserable are fouler sinnes remitted Killing nay wilfull murder F. B. True there is instance Were you to kill him I 'de pardon you Ther 's president for that and price set downe But none for Gelding B. Kt. p. I haue pickt out vnderstanding now for euer Out of the Carbulistique bloody ridle I 'le make away all my estate and kill him And by that act obtaine full absolution Exit Enter the Black King B. Kt. Why Bishop Knight wher 's your remooues Your troopes stand you now idle in the heart of game B. Kt. My life for yours black soueraigne the game is ours I haue wrought vnder-hand for the Whit Knight And this braue Duke and finde them very cunning F. B. And for their Sanctimonius Queen's surprizall In that State-puzell and distracted hurry Trust my Arch subtilty with B. Kt. Oh Eagle pride Neuer was Game more hopefull of our side B. Kt. If Bishop bul-beife be not snapt at next bout As the Game stands I 'le neuer trust arte more Exeunt Recorder Dumb shew Enter Blacke Queenes Pawne with a light conducting the White Queenes Pawne to a Chamber and fetching in the Blacke Bishops Pawne conueyes him to an other puts out the light and followes Enter Whit Knight and White Duke VV. Kt. True noble Duke faire vertues most indeer'd one Let vs preuent their ranke insinuation With truth of cause and cunning meet their plots With confident goodnes that shal strike them grauling VV. D. Sir all the Gyns traps and alluring snares The Diuell ha's bin at worke since eighty eight Are layd for the great hope of this Game onely W. Kt. The more noble will Truths triumphs bee When they haue wound about our constant courages The glittering serpent that e're false-hood fashoned And glorying most in his resplendent poysons Iust Heauen can finde a bolt to bruise his head VV. D. Looke would see destruction lie a sunning In yonder smile sits blood and treachery basking Ent. In that perfidious modell of face falsehood B. Kt Hell is drawne grinning VV. K. What a payne it is For Truth to faine alittle B. Kt. Oh faire Knight The rising glory of the House of Candor Haue I so many protestations lost Lost lost quite lost am I not worth your confidence I that haue voyed the faculties of Soule Life spirit and braine to your sweet Game of youth Your noble fruitfull Game can you mistrust Any foule play in me that haue bin euer The most submisse obseruers of your vertues And no way taunted with ambition Saue onely to be thought your first admirer How often haue I chang'd for your delight The Royall Presentation of my place Into a minicke Iester and become For your sake and the expulsion of sad thoughts Of a great state sice a light sonne of pastime Made three score yeare a Tomboy a meere wanton I le tell you what I told a Sauoy dame once New Wed high plumph and lusting for an issue Within the yeare I promis'd her a childe If she would stride ouer Saint Rumbants breeches A relique kept at Methlin the next morning One of my followers old hose was conueyed Into her chamber where she tride the feate By that and a Court friend after grew great W. Kt. Why who could be without thee B. Kt. I will change To please you to any shape and my ayme Has bin to win your loue in all this game W. Kt. Thou hast it nobly and I long to see the Blacke-house pleasure state and dignity B. Kt. Of honor you 'le so surfet and delight You 'le nere desire agen to see the Whit Exeunt Enter Whit Queene W. Q. My loue my hope my deerest oh he 's gon Entrapt ensnard surprised amongst the blacke on 's I neuer felt extremity like this Thicke darknesse dwels vpon this houre Integrity Like one of Heauens bright Luminaries now By errors dullest element interpose Suffers a blacke ecclipse I neuer was More sicke of loue then now I am of horror I shal be taken the games lost I 'me set vppon Oh t is the turne-coate Bishop hauing watched Th' advantage of his play comes now to seize on me Oh! I 'me hard be set distressed most miserable F. B. T is in vaine to stirre remooue which way you can I take you now this is the time we haue hop'd for Queene you must downe W. Q. No rescue no deliuerer F. B. The blacke Kings blood burnes for thy prostitution And nothing but the spring of thy chast vertue Can coole his inflamation instantly He dyes vpon a plurisie of Luxury If he deflower thee not Enter white Bishop W. Q. Oh streight of misery VV. B. And is your holinesse his diuine procurer F. B. The diuells in 't I 'me taken by a Ring-doue VVhere stood this Bishop all this while that I saw him not W. B. Oh you were so ambitious you lookt ouer me You aym'd at no lesse person then the Queene The glory of the Game if she were wonne The way were open to the Master-Checque Which looke you he and his liues to giue you Honor and vertue guide him in his station Ent. VV. King W. Q. Oh my safe sanctuary VV. Kt. Let Heauens blessings Be no longer mine then I am thy sure one The Doues house is not safer in the Rocke Then thou in my firme bosome VV. Q. I am bless'd in 't VV. Kt. Is it that lumpe of ranke ingratitude Swell'd with the poyson of Hypocrisie Could he be so malicious h 'as pertaken Of the sweet firtile blessings of our Kingdome Bishop Thou hast done our White House gracious seruice And worthy the faire reuerence of thy place For thee black Holinesse that workes out thy death As the blind Moale the prop'rest sonne of earth Who in casting his ambitious hills vp Is often taken and destroyed in the midst Of his aduanc'd worke 't were well with thee If like that verminous labourer which thou imitatest In bils of pride and malice when death puts thee vp The silent graue might prooue the bag for euer No deeper pit then that for thy vaine hope Of the white Knight and his most firme assistant Two princely peeces which I know thy thoughts Giue lost for euer now my strong assurance Of their fixt vertues could you let in seas Of populous vntruthes against that Fort 'T would burst the proudest billowes W. Q. My feare 's past then VV. Kt. Feare you were neuer guilty of an injury To goodnesse but in that W. Q. It stayd not with me sir W. Kt. It was too much if it vsurp'd a
B. p. Hah what voice was that W. Q. p. Of virgins be thou euer honored Now you may go you heare I haue giuen thanks sir B. B. p. Here is a strange Game indeed did not I lie with you B. Q. p. No Within B. B. p. What a diuell art thou B. Q. p. I will not answer you sir After thankes-giuing B. B. p. You made promise to me After the contract B. Q. p. Yes Within B. B. p. Mischiefe confound thee I speake not to thee and you were prepared for 't And set your ioyes more heigh B. Q. p. Then you could reach sir Within B. B. p. This is some bawdy P. I 'le slit the throat on 't B. Q. p. What me your bedfellow Enter Black Q. p. To one that workes so kindly without rape B. B. p. My bedfellow B. Q. p. Do you plant your scorne against me Why when I was Probationer at Bruxels That Engine was not knowne then Adoration Fild the place and wonder was in fashion Is 't turn'd to the wilde seede of contempt so soone Can 5 yeares stamp a baud pray looke vpon me sir I 'me youth enough to take it 't is no longer Since you were chiefe agent for the transportation Of Ladies Daughters if you be remembred Some of their portions I could name you purs'd em too They were soone dispossest of worldly cares That came into your fingers B. B p Shall I heare her B. Q. p. Holy dirision yes till thy eares swell With thy owne venome thy prophaine lifes vomit Whose Neice was she you poysond with child twice And gaue her out possess'd with a foule Spirit When t' was indeed your Bastard B. B. p. I am taken Enter White Bishops Pawne In mine owne toyles W. B. p. Yes and t is iust you should be W. Q. p. And thou lewd Pawne the shame of Womanhood B. B. p. I 'me lost of all hands B. Q. p. I connot feele The weight of my affection now hee 's taken It hath not the burthen of a Grassehopper Enter B. Kt. p. B. B. p. Thou whore of order cockatrice in Voto B. Kt. p. Yonder 's the Whit Bishops pawne I le play at 's heart now W. Q. p. Oh bloody vilain would'st thou heape a murder On thy first foule offences O merciles bloodhound 'T is time that thou wert taken B. K. p Death preuented W. Q. p. For thy sake and that partner in thy shame I le neuer know man further then by Name Exeunt Enter Blacke King Queene Duke and Blacke Knight white Knight and white Duke W. Kt. You haue enricht my knowledge royall sir And my content together B. Kt. Steed of royot We set you onely welcome surfeit is A thing that 's sildom heard of in these parts W. Kt. I heare of the more vertue when I misse on 't B. Kt. We do not vse to bury in our bellies Two hundred thousand duckets and then boast on 't Or exercise the old Romaine painefull idlenesse With care of fetching fishes farre from home The golden headed Coracine out of Egypt The Salpa from Ebusis or the Pelamis Which some call summer whiting from Calcedon Salmons from Aquitayne Helops from Rhodes Cockles from Chyos franckt and salted vp With Far and Sapa flower and cockled wine We cram no birds nor Epicurian like Enclose some creekes o th sea as Sergius Crata did Hee that inuented the first stewes for Oysters And other sea fish who besides the pleasure of his Owne throate got large reuenewes by the inuention Whose fat example the nobility followed Nor do we immitate that Arch Gormandizer With twenty two courses at a Dinner And betwixt euery course hee and guesse Washt and vs'd women then sat down and strengthn'd Lust swimming in their dishes which no sooner Was tasted but was ready to be vented W. Kt. Most impious Epicures B. Kt. We commend rather Of two extreames the parsimonie of Pertinax Who had halfe Lettices set vp to serue againe Or his successor Iulian that would make Three meales of a leane Hare and after sup With a greene fig and wipe his beard as we can The old bewaylers of excesse in those dayes Complain'd there were more coyne bid for a Cooke then for a Warre-horse but now Cookes are Purchased after the rate of Tryumphant and some Dishes after the rate of Cookes which must needes Make some of th' white house gormundizers especially Your wealthy plumpe Plebeans like the Hogges Which Scaliger cites that could not mooue for fat So insensible of either pricke or goade That Mice made goles to needle in their buttockes And they nere felt em There was once a ruler Cyrenes Gouernour choakt with his owne paunch Which death fat Sanctius King of Castile fearing Through his infinite masse of belly rather chose To be kild suddenly by a pernicious herbe Taken to make him leane which old Cordeba King of Morocco counselled his feare too Then hee would hazard to be stung to death As that huge Cormorant that was choakt before him W. Kt. Well you are as sound a spokes-man for parsimony And cleare abstinance and scarce one meale a day As euer spake with tongue B. Ki. Censure him mildle sir 't was but to finde discourse B. Q Hee le talke of any thing W. Kt. I shall be halfe a fraide to feede hereafter W. D. Or I beshrew my heart for I feare fatnesse The fogge of fatnesse as I feare a Dragon The comlinesse I wish for that 's as glorious W. Kt. Your course is wondrous strict I should transgresse sir Were I to change my side as you haue wrought me B. Kt. How you misprize t is not ment to you-ward You that are wound vp to the hight of feeding By clime and custome are dispenc'd withall You may eate Cabrito Calfe and Ton's Eate and eate euery day twice if you please Nay the frank'd hen fatted with Milke and Corne A ryot which the Inhabitants of Delos Were first inventers of or the cramb'd Cockle W. Kt. Well for the foode I 'me happily resolued in But for the dyet of my disposition There comes a trouble you will hardly finde Food to please that B. Kt. It must be a strange nature We cannot finde a dish for 't hauing Policy The Maister Cooke of Christendome to dresse it Pray name your natures dyet VV. Kt. The first messe is hot Ambition B. Kt. That 's but seru'd in puff-paste Alas the meanest of our Cardinalls Cookes Can dresse that dinner Your Ambition sir Can fetch no further compasse then the World VV. Kt. That 's certaine Sir B. Kt. Wee are about that already And in the large feast of our vast Ambition We count but the white Kingdome whence you came from The Garden for our Cooke to picke his Sallads The food 's leane France larded with Germany Before which comes the the Graue chast Signiory Of Venice seru'd in Capon-like in White-broth From our chiefe Oven Italy the bake-meates Savoy the Salte Genena the chip'd Mancher Below the Salte the Netherlands
A Game at Chaess as it was Acted nine days to gether at the Globe on the banks side The Picture plainly explained after the manner of the Chesse-play A Game at Chesse is here displayde Betweene the Blacke and White-House made Wherein Crowne-thirsting Policy For the Blacke-House by Falacy To the White-Knight checke often giues And to some straites him thereby driues The Fat-Blacke-Bishop help 's also With faithlesse heart to giue the blow Yet maugre all their craft at length The White Knight with wit-wondrous strength And circumspectiue Prudency Giues Check-mate by Discouery To the Blacke Knight and so at last The game thus won the Blacke-House cast Into the Bagge and therein shut Finde all their plumes and Cockes-combes cut Plaine-dealing thus by wisedomes guide Defeats the cheats of Craft and Pride Prologue VVHat of the Game cald Chesse-play can be made To make a Stage-Play shall this day be plaid First you shall see the men in order set States and their Pawnes when both the sides are met The Houses well distinguish't In the Game Some men entrapt and taken to their shame Rewarded by their Play And in the Close You shall see Checque-Mate giuen to Vertues Foes But the fair'st Iewell that our hopes can decke Is so to play our Game t' auoid your Checke A Game at Chesse The Induction Ignatius Loyola appearing Error at his feete as asleepe Ignatius HA where what Angle of the world is this That I can neither see the politicke face Nor with my refined nostrells taste the foot-steps Of any of my Disciples sonnes and heires As well of my designes as institutions I thought they 'd spread ouer the World by this time Couered the earths face and made darke the land Like the Egyptian Grasse-hoppers Here 's too much light appeares shot from the eyes Of Truth and Goodnesse neuer yet defloured Sure they were neuer here then is their Monarchy Vnperfect yet A iust reward I see For their ingratitude so long to mee Their father and founder 'T is not fiue yeares since I was saluted by 'em Where slept my honour all the time before Could they be so forgetfull to cannonize Their prosperous Institutor when they had saluted They found no roome in all their Kallender To place my name that should haue remoued Princes Puld the most eminent Prelates by the rootes vp For my deare comming to make way for me Le ts euerie pettie martire and Saint Homile Roch Main and Petronel itch and Ague curers Your Abbesse Alde-gund and Cuney-gund The Widdow Marcell Person Policary Sislie and Vrslie all take place of me And but for the Bissextile or Leape-yeare And that 's but one in three I fall by chance Into the nine and twenteth day of February There were no roome else for me see their loue Their conscience too trust me a lame Souldier In-to-Leape-yeare My wrath 's vp and me thinkes I could with the first syllable of my name Blow vp their Colledges vp Error awake Father of Superogation rise It is Ignatius calls thee Loyolla Error What haue you done oh I could sleep in ignorance Immortality the slumber is so pleasing I saw the brauest setting for a game now That euer my eie fixt on Igna. Game what Game Error The noblest Game of all A Game at Chesse Betwixt our side and the White House the men set In their iust order ready to goe to it Igna. Were any of my sonnes plac't for the Game Error Yes and a daughter too a secular daughter That plaies the Blacke Queenes pawne he the Black Bishops Igna. If euer power cold shew a maisterie in thee Let it appeare in this Error 'T is but a Dreame A vision you must thinke Igna. I care not what So I behold the Children of my cunning And see what ranke they keepe Error You haue your wish Behold ther 's the full number of the Game Kings and their Pawnes Queenes Bishops Kinghts and Dukes Igna. Dukes they 're cald Rookes by some Error Corruptiuely Le roch the word custodie de La Rock The keeper of the forts in whom both Kings Repose much confidence and for their trust sake Courage and worth do well deserue those titles Igna. Thy answer 's high see my son and daughter Er. Those are two pawnes the black Queen black Bishops Igna. Pawnes argue but poore spirits and light performents Nor worthie of the name of my Disciples If I had stood so nigh I would haue cut That Bishops throat but I 'd haue had his place And told the Queene a loue tale in her eare Would haue made her best pulce daunce there 's elixar Of braine and spirit amongst em Error Why would you haue em play against themselues That 's quite against the Game Ignatius Igna. Pish I would rule my selfe not obserue rule Err. Why you youl l play a game all by your selfe Igna. I would do any thing to rule alone T is rare to haue the world rulde in by one Err. See 'em anon and view em in their play Obserue as in a dance they glide away Igna. Oh with what longing will this brest be tost Vntill I see this great Game won and lost A Game at Chesse Actus Prima Scoena Prima Enter from the Blacke-house the Blacke Queenes Pawne From the White-house the White Queenes Pawne Blacke Queenes pawne I Neuer see that face but my pitty rises When I behold so cleare a Maister-peece Of Heauens arte wrought out of dust and ashes In that not ours but the Daughter of Heresie My soule bleeds at mine eyes White Q. pawne Where should truth speake If not in such a sorrow they 're teares plainly Beshrew me if she weepe not hartily What is my peace to her to take such paynes in 't If I wander to losse and with broad eyes Yet misse the path she ranne blind-fold in Through often exercise why shold my ouer-sight Though in the game that ere Christian lost Rayse the least spring of pitty in her eye T is doubtlesse a great charity and no vertue Could winne me surer Blacke Q. P. Blessed things preuaile with 't If euer goodnesse made a gracious promise It is in yonder looke what little paines Would build a Fort for vertue to all memory In that sweet creature were the ground-worke firmer White Q. P. It has beene all my glory to be firme In what I haue profest Blacke Q. P. That is the enemy That steales your strength away and fights against you Disarmes your soule euen in that heate of battle Your firmnes that way makes you more infirme For the right Christian conflict there I spied A zealous primitiue sparkle but now slew From your deuoted eyes Able to blow vp all the Heresies That euer sate in Councell with your spirit Enter the blacke Bishops pawne And here comes he whose Sanctimonious breath Can make that sparke a flame list to him virgin At whose first entrance Princes will prostrate Weomen are weaker Vessells White Q. p. By my paenitence A comely presentation and
are plac'd A common dish at lower end a' th table For meaner pride to fall too For our second course A spit of Portugals seru'd in for Plouers Indians and Moores for blacke-birds all this while Holland stands ready melted to make sawce On all occasions when the Voyder comes And with such cheare our full hopes wee suffice Zealand saies grace for fashion when we rise W. Kt. Her 's meat enough in conscience for ambition B. Kt. If there be any want there is Swisserland Polonia and such pickled things will serue To furnish out the table W. Kt. You say well sir But here 's the misery when I ha stopt the mouth Of one vice ther 's another stands gaping for food I 'me as couetous as a barren wombe The graue or what 's more rauenous B. Kt. Wee 're for you sir Call you that hanousnesse that is good husbandry Why when we make mony of our faith our prayers We make make the very death bed buy her comforts Most dearely pay for all her pious Counsells Leaue rich reuennues for a few weake orizons Or else they passe vnreconciled without em Did you but view the vaults within our Monesteries You 'de sweare then Pluto whom the fiction calls The Lord of riches were entomb'd there W. Kt. Is it possible B. D. You cannot walke for Tuns W. D. But how shall I bestow the vice I bring sir You quite forget me I shall be shut out By your strickt key of life B. Kt. Is yours so vild Sir W. D. Some that are pleas'd to make a wanton on 't Call it infirmity of blood flesh frailty But certaine ther 's a worse name in your booke for 't B. Kt. The trifle of all vices the meere innocent The very nouice of this house of clay verily If I but hug thee hard I shew the worst on 't T is all the fruite we haue heere after supper Nay at the ruines of a Nunnery once Six thousand Infants heads found in a fish-pond W. D. How B. Kt. I how how came they thither thinke you Huldricke Bishop of Ausberg in 's Epistle To Nicholas the first can tell you how May be hee was at cleansing of the pond I can but smile to thinke how it would puzzle All mother maides that euer liuer in those parts To know their owne childes head but is this all B. D. Are you ours yet W. Kt. One more and I am silenc'st But this that comes now will diuide vp questionlesse T is ten times ten times worse then the fore-runners B. Kt. Is it so vilde there is no name ordain'd for 't Toads haue their titles and creation gaue Serpents and Adders those names to be knowne by W. Kt. This of all others beares the hidden'st poyson The smoothest venome I am an Arch-dissembler B. Kt. How W. Kt. T is my natures braine turne from me sir The time is yet to come that ere I spoake What my heart meant B. Kt. And call you that a vice Auoide all prophanation I beseech you The onely prime-state vertue vppon earth The policy of Empires oh take heede Sir For feare it take displeasure and forsake you T is a Iewell of that precious vallue Whose worth 's not known but to the skilful Lapidary The instrument that pickes ope Princes hearts And lockes vp our from them with the same motion You neuer came so neere our soules till now B. D. Now you 're a brother to vs B. Kt. What we haue done has bin dissemblance euer W. Kt. There you lye then And the Games ours wee giue the checke mate By discouery King the noblest mate of all B. Kt. I 'me lost I 'me taken A great shout and flourish W. Kt. Ambitious couetous luxurious falshood W. D. Dissembler that includes all B. Kt. All hopes confounded B. Q. Miserable condition Enter W. King W. Queene with their Pawnes W. Kt. Oh let my armes be blest With this deare treasure Truths glorious Master-peece see Queene of sweetnes He 's in my bosome safe and this faire Structure Of comely honor his true blest assistant W. Q. May their Integrities euer possesse That powerfull Sanctuary W. Kt. As 't was a Game Sir Won with much hazard so with much more triumph I gaue him checke mate by discouery sir W. Kt. Obscurity is now the fittest fauour Falshood can sue for it well snites Perdition T is their best course that so hath lost their fame To put their heads into the bagge for shame And there behold the bags mouth like hell opens The Bag opens the B. B. slides in it To take her due and the lost sonnes appeare Greedily gaping for increase of fellowship In infamy the last desire of wretches Aduancing their perdition branded fore-heads Like Envies issue or a bed of Snakes B. B. p. T is too apparent the Game 's lost King taken F. B. The white House has giuen vs the bag I thank em Iest. p. They 'd neede haue giuen you a whole bag By your selfe Sfoot this blacke bishop has so ouer layd me So squelch'd and squeasde mee I haue no Verjuce Let in me you shall find all my goodnesse if you Looke for 't in the bottome of the Bagge F. B. Thou Male-part Pawne The Bishop must haue roome he will haue roome And roome to lye at pleasure Iest p. All the Bagge I thinke Is roome too little for your Spalletto paunch B. B. p. Downe viper of our Order I abhorre thee Thou't shewe thy whorish front B. Q. p. Yes monster Holinesse W. Kt. Contention in the bag is hell deuided W. Kt. You 'd neede haue some of Maiesty and Power To keepe good rule amongst you make roome Bishop F. B. I am not easily mooued when I 'me once set I scorne to stirre for any King on earth W. Q. Heere comes the Queene what say you then to her F. B. Indeede a Queene may make a Bishop stirre W. Kt. Roome for the greatest Machiauill Polititian That ere the Diuell hatch'd of a Nuns-egge F. B. He 'le picke a hole in the bagge and get out shortly I 'me sure to be the last man that creepes out And that 's the misery of greatnesse euer W. D. Roome for a sun-burn'd tanzy fac'd belou'd An Oliue couloured Ganimed and that 's all That 's worth the bagging F. B. Crowd in all you can The Bishop will be still vppermost man Mauger King Queene or Polititian W. Kt. So let the Bagge close now the fittest wombe For Treachery Pride and Falshoold whilst we winner like Destroying through Heauens power what would destroy Welcome our white Knight with loud peales of Ioy Epilogue MY Mistresse the Whit Queene hath sent me forth And bad me bow thus low to all of Worth That are true Friends of the White House and Cause Which She hopes most of this assembly drawes For any else by Envies marke deuoted To those night-Glow-wormes in the Bagge denoted Where ere they sit stand or in priuate lurke They 'le be soone knowne by their deprauing worke But She 's assur'd what they 'le commit to bayne Her white Friends hands will build vp faire againe FINIS