you Mistresse Pretty preambled with a loving kisse Pret. Contented so that you leave behind you none of your Blackamoreship upon my lips Lucifug Fear not I 'le not part from any of it Vaing. Sleep takes me by storm She sits and sleeps Pretty yawns Pret. That 's my first and last Peal to sleep She fits and sleeps Lucifug Now Sir John use your silken Bag. Wit-l. Thou art a rare black Boy My House here in London shall be prefac'd with the Sign of the black Boy for thy sake Lucifug I shall be rarer presently if I fail not in my Prognosticks Sir John with your other hand ward the sent from your own Nose by applying your Gloves to it Wit-l. Thy counsel 's seasonable I am tickled with the thought how vehemently these two fair-ones this pair of Beauties will love me Lucifug Now remove your siege to the other Sir John they will love you most amorously love you above themselves above whatsoever is most dear to them or the world cals precious Enough now conceal your Bag. They both start one after the other as out of a dream and wake On with your Gloves Sir John and avert the smell of the Powder Vaing. Sir John you are natures Masterpiece the world 's chief Jewel and earth's prime Perfection the Sun it self is not more radiant Wit-l. Egregious Powder pure Italy Prett Sir John This Lady is my Mistresse indeed but you are the grand Duke and Master of my affections Wit'l Poor Heart I have powder'd you both Vaing. Sir John you are like the Herb called the Tartar-Lamb that with secret pullings attracts the juyce and virtue of and seems like our Lamb in the fields to put a mouth to and openly feed upon the Plants and Herbs on every side of it You have attracted both our loves to your self and we fade and wither as being so near you without enjoyment Prett A certain learned Physitian was of the mind that the world would thrive better if none but young strong and healthful persons should be parents and procreate children Sir John and I are healthful strong and young Wit-l. Distressed Girl Vaing. I hope and fear and after the first lineaments of my fear wipe all away and hope again and in the strength and puissance of this last hope I will go to him couragiously Pray Sir John salute me Wit-l. Most willingly sweet Lady Prett His language is direct and hath no enormous obliquity in it it is of the finest silk the softest feather I presume he will answer me with like civility Sir John I am my Mistresses Ape and would fain imitate her pray give me your blessing I mean the blessing of your warm lips Wit-l. Sweet Maid I blesse thee O Paragons thou of Women she of Maids In my Fancy I am now kingdom'd crown'd scepter'd thron'd and footstool'd He starts What means this My Heart and Head are both dart-wounded together Vaing. My love of Sr John is not an earthy passion it is rather a celestial flame kindled at the Planet Venus Prett Every thing grows vile when it is joyned with a thing beneath it self as silver combined with lead but a thing is dignified and exalted when united with a better thing as lead commixed with silver I should receive worth lustre and splendour if joyned with Sir John Wit-little and I should be the Lady Wit-little Wit-l. Dregs of women-kind I abhor you both I abominate all your sex the Toad is not so loathsome to me Here is my Joy most beautious Boy my only Joy I love thee love thee with weight and without measure Vaing. Now you are fast Ha ha he Laugh Pretty Ha ha he Prett Ha ha he My Mistresse laughs so heartily that I am her Eccho Vaing. Had we brought him true love-powder he would have played false with his Mistresse whom we destin and shall quickly make over to a Nunnery Now he feels the virtue of Italian Gloves Wit-l. Who stuck those Lillies in thy face What Artist so knowingly mingled the Lillies and Roses there O my white Boy my Angelical Boy I have a triangular glasse in my Fancy and mine eyes act after it and behold all rich colours in thy face Thy face is like and not like the Rainbow in thy face there is both Bow and Arrow from thy face I am shot I am on fire with such a conflagration of love towards thee that I can scarcely contain my self from falling down before thee and adoring thee Lucifug If you love me follow me Wit-l. He must follow thee who cannot live without thee or love any but thee Exeunt those two Vaing. Now the work is upon the wheel and runs on apace It grows high a short time will ripen it She whispers to Pretty Exit Pretty Enter Lord Liberal and Mrs Dorothy L. Lib. Sir John Wit-little where is he Where is Sir John Madam Vaing. He was here my Lord and here he walk'd and talk'd and all-bepassion'd himself in the uproar of his own thoughts as pretending that your Noble Kinswoman did not look favourably upon him on a sudden he catcht himself away without any civil adieu vowing at the threshold that he would immediately travel beyond the bounds of this Island and never turn his foot again towards this House or Countrey L. Lib. Upon my Honour I am sorry This is your fault Nice Dor. My Lord It is my happinesse that I am deliver'd from a Fool. L Lib. But Nice That Fool came of wise parents and is a large-landed Fool he is worth a thousand-wise-men of ordinary condition Dor. True worth my Lord is not measur'd by the false rule of Riches L. Lib. Cozen Cozen Where there are riches without measure education will fashion a child begotten by a Fool into a person of true worth Dor. The short and the long is If I should have lov'd him in short for your sake for my own sake I could not have lov'd him long Enter Pretty smiling Vaing. Why smile you Maid Prett There is a Changeling at the door who begs with a basket hook'd on his arm He talks and behaves himself so strangely that he would raise a spirit of laughter in a stone Dor. My Lord pray let me see him A little Recreation unbends and eases me L. Lib. Let him be call'd hither Vaing. Maid call him Exit Pretty Madam Dorothy This Changeling is your Ghostly Father from a Jesuite he is new-alchymiz'd into a Benedictine such a Gradation being lawfull because the Benedictine is the more perfect And your experience will plain it to you that he is the far more perfect I dare say to my self Knave He brings the Basket therein to carry away part of your portion L. Lib. A Changeling cannot endanger my Cozen within the circle of my fears Enter Lucifer like a Changeling and Pretty Lucifer O rich Cozens rich Cozens how do ye all here how do you Rich Cozens give something to your poor Cozen some bread and cheese or eggs or pie or
R. Carpenterus Sac. Porcello cuidam Gerasonorum Scilicet in omnia praecipiti fluctibusque datoto Eidem porrò loquaii pariter et minaci mondacique Silentium indicit atque obmutesce A NEW PLAY Call'd The Pragmatical Jesuit New-leven'd A Comedy By Richard Carpenter LONDON Printed for N. R. and are to be sold at Westminster-Hall and the New-Exchange c. The Prologue Enter Galen Junior a Physitian He holds up a Vrinal with water in it and looks on the water Gal. IT is high-colour'd shews the blood 's inflam'd Yet pretty clear Th' Evil may well be nam'd Without offence Somthing I find of waight Sink to the Deep which Mist-like rises straight And clears again I cannot rightly call This a Distemper when I judge of all Gentlemen help a little look with me Whose Water judge you this I cast to be You know not No Nor shall I tell in hast Lest then perhaps the man himself be cast More than his Water This I freely say The Poets Water 't is that made the Play And yet no Water-Poets The Play then Is high and clear and deep and clear again Just as the Poets Water Who indeed Had he not been a Patient forc't to bleed Had never Poetiz'd By this I know He looks on the Water He 's rendred Poet from this Comick Shew He courts you all by me and recommends His Jesuit in the Play to you as Friends For him abroad He gives you notice how The Dev'l himself is turn'd Jesuit now Yet thus declares He quarrels not with all Only with Devilish and Pragmatical Church-Empericks As he is be you mild He kils the Dragon but he spares the Child Exit The Actors GAlen Junior a Physitian Agrippa a Conjurer Lucifer the Prince of Devils Lucisuga Page to Lucifer Aristotle Junior a Scholar Fear Servant to Devotion Ignoro a Lawyer Magnifico a Souldier Madam Hypocrisie Pretty her Maid Mr. Complement a Courtier Mr. Demure a Citizen Gaffer High-shooe a Countryman Mr. See Senior a Spaniard Mr. Signior See an Italian Monsieur Kickshaw a Frenchman A Beggar A Bag-piper An Orange-maid My Lord Liberal Mrs. Dorothy his Nice An Angel F. Wallys a Jesuit Sr. John Wit-little The singing Cobler Pursevant Constable F. Tompson a Jesuit A poor man as possessed Father John Barnes a Benedictine One counterfeiting a damned Spirit Mr. Ninny an Anabaptist Monks Father Prior Father Nelson Father Robert Key Keeper Don Lewis a Prisoner A Page A little Girl that sings Spanish Dancers A Woman in a mean Habit. A Boy Dancers Two Monks Clement a Jacobin Frier Barrier Raviliack Guido Vaux Tony A little Jesuit A little Monk Drawer The Scene London THE Pragmatical Jesuit new-leven'd Act 1. Scene 1. Enter Agrippa a Conjurer and Lucifer the Prince of Devils Agripp LUcifer Be not retrograde to my Commands Lucifer Agrippa I must be true and constant to my self Your Commands are destructive of Arcana Imperii the fundamental Secrets of our Kingdom Agripp Lucifer I presume not to refine or advance thy Knowledge I acknowledge the old Angel in thee But if thou dost not answer with obsequious and rigorous obedience to these my Sacred Charms acted on the Spire and Pinnacle of Magick thou wilt unhinge the Master-piece of Combination betwixt thee and the learned and high-flown part of the world besides other evils that are ancillary and dependent Lucifer Great Sir Speak your Commands more at large more circumstantially Agripp Give attendance Look about thee These are persons whom I devoutly reverence who sit high and enthron'd in my thoughts and estimation They hear every day from all parts much of thee in the world and of thy Serpentine and Dragonish Cunning and the reports of thy deceit lubricity policies continually crowd in their ears for entrance Hither they have retired to receive right downright and candid Information Here stands my charge Discover here theatrically the most deepbottom'd and profound contrivances by which thou dost amuse imperil ensnare the world and involve it in thy dragonish tayl My Charge does not out-walk it to thy quotidian windings and petty tumbling-tricks These Heroick Spirits are circled here to take-a near view of the great Wheel in its motion upon which the lesser wheels and waights wait and attend Lucifer This would untwist my great work unwind and unravel all Agripp Thou speak'st under thy self Thy Policies have been abundantly dismantled amongst men and yet thy Kingdom is not unbottom'd shakes not yet yea stands upon a firmer Basis and Pedestal than formerly Howsoever most mens understandings are illustrated their blind Wils will alwaies be prepossest obstinate and deaf to goodness We bandy words Thou though the grand Emperour of infernal Spirits art not exotick and eccentrical from my Commands Be pliable be conformable or praestat componere fluctus Lucifer Mighty Sir I compose my troubled and tempestuous thoughts I strike sayl and submit Agripp Enough I go I have omitted no tittle of observance in the steerige of my Charge no sacred Character Word Ceremony Slignot thou in the least Atome or Punctisio of performance Exit Agrippa Lucifer This proud Agrippa fancies he wields and commands me by a Magical power meerly natural as a Prince his Slave by a Despotical Dominion There is no such power in Rerum Naturâ I hold him by the secret Nerves Ligaments of a traditional and implicit Compact and therefore must obey or discharge my Hold damp and dead my Title Lucifuga Enter Lucifuge a little Devil like a Blackamore Boy Lucifug Your Pleasure great Prince of Night Lucifer I am engag'd by some Reasons of State for a time here at London Follow me in the dress of a Page and be ready to be visible or invisible as I shall design Lucifug I am high Sir your both visible and invisible Servant to be seen and not heard heard and not seen neither heard nor seen both seen and heard to be felt and not smelt smelt and not felt both felt and smelt neither smelt nor felt when where how or in what shape you shall direct Exeunt Act 1. Scen. 2. Enter Aristotle junior a young Scholar Arist This is the Sacred Grove this the newest Spring-Garden Here she dwels A solitary place shap't and carv'd by Nature into a fit Receptade for such and so sublime a person Surely she understands the language of Birds the Songs of the Wood-Quiristers and is promoted in her Knowledge by them And here the free and open Ayre allowes her a more liberal Prospect towards Heaven when she looks beyond the Birds and the Sea-Stargazer the Vranoscopus Who gives Answer here Enter Fear a Man-servant I most humbly desire access to the Lady of this Place Fear How do you call her Arist She is universally known by the name of Lady Devotion Fear Here she resides indeed But access to her is not rashly suddenly granted You must begin at me my name is Fear When you are initiated by sufficient and inward acquaintance with me I shall with due
from all admixtion of evil Tom. My most dear Child The Books of the ancient Schoolmen are crowded with polygeneous impertinent and impervious Doctrines of no worth or weight not one Grain heavy as being meer ebullitions of over-wrought and Feaver-tired Brains from the which our modern Divinity is separated by an Ecliptick as being transacted in Regulam Plumbeam or Lesbiam a Leaden Rule and bow'd appliably to all our purposes This Rule then obtains when the Judge bends the Law to the Cause and not the Cause to the Law The things we believe and do are infallibly true and good and the Law must be bended to them by a pliable Interpretation Arist This Divinity is not divine He roares Tom. My most dear Child The posses 't man expects an Alms Give him one Arist Notwithstanding all his various and indefinite Motions his right hand ballanc'd with an Almes finds the way readily to his Pocket How comes it that he foames at the mouth so liberally Tom. That Legerdemain is advanc't from the Apothecaries Shop And use hath apted his Face Eyes and Mouth to these horrid Representations He roars only when the holy thing is near or set in view and then he expects to be loaded with Alms. Exit Having all he can expect he is gone My most dear Child You have seen Mrs. Ward and her Jesuitrices as tender-headed people call them Arist I have Father We were six Schollars of us and they set us at a round Table so placed that we sate a Scholar and a Maid a Scholar and a Maid and which way soever we turn'd our faces to the right or to the left we had a pretty Maid a Quicksilver-tongu'd Girl to face us They told us in the Crowd of other things that they wrought Miracles in Germany a great way off Tom. Maids do you call them They were English Chambermaids indeed And the Miracles they wrought in Germany were Three or four of them were there got with child and afterwards they miraculously became Maids again But there is a Bull in agitation to come forth with a roaring and raging noise in opposition to Mrs. Ward and her licentious Crew against which there is no Ward nor Guard My most dear Child I am forsooth very desirous that because you are upon your Mission for England you should see Father John Barnes a Learned Englishman and a Benedictine Monk sent to Rome and committed to the Inquisition here by his own Order and Countreymen This place belongs to the Inquisition I will presently speak with the Fathers of the Inquisition and give you a call from yonder Window Exit Arist The Sun in Egypt after the Inundation of Nile heating the Mud quartermakes half-makes and when it perfectly makes makes but imperfect Creatures as Frogs Serpents and such like I have read in my Name-sake every man by nature desires to know This muddy forging of Miracles will never promote a desiring heart to perfect Knowledge The Naturalists have found by curious Inquisition that if a Pearl which is foul be swallowed into the womb of a Dove and remain there some while the Dove will give it again most pure and orient Every thing must be tried and examin'd according to my Lesson treasur'd up from the School of Devotion in the womb of devout Simplicity which womb will free it from spots clouds deformity Yet I find that in all these erroneous deviations there is some colour or semblance of Truth or somthing like an Asteriske or finger pointing to past truths Thus did the Devils Oracles deliver many sound Truths the better under such palliations to disseminate and publish their most unsound Errours Thus doth a stink offend us more when concomitant with some weak Perfume which it hath pro vehiculo than if it singly sets upon us the perfume procuring for the stink easier admittance into our sense Thus Poysons are most dangerous and irremediable when joyned in commission with a Cordial that is not able to resist them it serving to conduct them to the heart and being unable to vanquish their malignity Thus the old Fowlers deceived Pigeons by shewing an exoculated Pigeon leaping and dancing in a Net F. Tompson from above Exit Arist Tom. St. From the other He changes Windows Window I call'd him but this is the window from whence we must be Spectators It is the Ring-dove that builds her Nest early and unplumes her skin to soften it with her own Feathers when oftentimes her self dies of cold I would endanger my life to write this man ours The turning Pictures shew oftentimes a Lion on the one side and a Lamb on the other I have great hopes that he carries a Lamb inwardly Love and hatred are like the two ends of a Perspective-Glass the one multiplies the other makes less I would gladly settle him in a Mean betwixt both Aristotle Junior above My most dear Child I have procur'd a Convenience from the good Fathers here and we shall see more than ordinary F. John Barnes chain'd with a Collar of Iron about his Neck Barnes The better to discern the Arteries and the Vital Spirits in them Vesalius the Anatomist was wont to cut up men alive in these they observe the beating of the Pulse My torturers are more cruel they search me through and through every day and yet I live to see my self out-live my self Alex. Father I hear him but I see him not Darkness interposes it self the place is as dark as Hell Tom. You shall see him presently Barnes Some hold that the soul is extraduce and that one man begets another Body and Soul and that the Soul is enlightned from the Father as a Candle from a Candle otherwise say they a man begets but half a man and stands many stairs lower than a Beast that begets the whole Beast and that the three Faculties of the Soul should be infus'd in man whereof the two inferiour are begot in Beasts seems not to be a well-cemented Truth Alex. He talkes idly Tom. They have design'd him for madness because he was Master of a dangerous Head-piece Enter one with a Torch like a Damned Spirit Spirit O Barnes Barnes The torments that I feel are most unsufferable and outstrip out-run out-fly humane Apprehension Thou wilt quickly be in the same Circle of Condition with me Barnes Who art thou Spirit A Damned Spirit who when I was a Passenger in the world was affected as thou art and affianced to the Religion of wicked and abominable England I was commanded to tell thee that two deaths stand gaping for thee with open jawes in thy way and it is recorded in the black and fatal Volume of Destiny that both shall swallow thee The Funeral fire shall resolve thy Body into ashes and thy soul widdow'd of understanding shall everlastingly be bedded with me in Hell Hogs and Dogs Cats and Rats are more happy than thou and I. I must not stay longer for fear of discovery I go my Tormentor cals Exit Spirit
the Provincial of our Society here with his Council in a Noble House near to London-Wall whence they dispatch every day the most nimble-witted Members of our Society into the Conventicles and Army When the people are pull'd up by the root from Religion they must needs fall back upon ours Enter Madam Vain-Glory and Pretty Come come Are ye fitted in all Points Vaing. We are Most Reverend Father Lucifer Thou and thy Maid look as innocently as a placid and fair Child pressing the Teat Let 's away Exeunt Act 3. Scen. 2. Enter Lord Liberal Sr. John Wit-little Mrs. Dorothy L. Lib. Come Sr. John Wit-little This is alwaies the merriest day of the week with us though indeed mirth cannot well attemper it self to these new-born Troubles but we hope the storm will not long rage it is so violent The Transision in Musick from a Discord to a Concord is very sweeâ— from a Concord to a Discord harsh and unpleasant S. John My Lord I could wish you would conclude a final and happy Concord betwixt me and Mrs. Dorothy Dor. That will never be concluded Sir John Wit-little Sr. John And pray why fair Mrs. Dorothy Dor. Because you are Sir John Wit-little Sr. John I am sure there is not only Wit-little but also little Wit in that Answer L. Lib. Let her be as free as Ayr in her Speeches you shall have her in the Exit of the Business Dor. But he shall never hold her S. John Mrs. Dorothy it will be your securest way to take me I 'le be a Papist or Atheist or any thing to please you Dor. You have not understanding enough to be a Papist nor sufficient Wit to be an Atheist S. John I have understanding enough to adore you as my Saint wit enough to worship you as my Image Dor. Fie fie Sr. John You are prophane S. John I will not be prophane to please you and to please you I will be prophane again if you please that I will L. Lib. Sr. John Let her abound in her own sense S. John Sense I am almost in a mind she 's deprived of all her Senses that cannot see nor hear nor smell nor tast nor touch enough in me to make her love me Madam Speak punctually and to the Needle 's point Will you have me Dor. I shall then speak sharply No. S. John Why then I 'le marry thy Wir Dor. Sr. John you must first find another Wit to match it Sr. John Must I whether I can or no Enter Lucifer Madam Hypocrisie Pretty Lucifuga Lucifer Wher 's this Noble Lord whose nature so perfectly consorts with his name and who is so large-handed and boundless in his Entertainments the Lord Liberal L. Lib. Sir I am the Master of this Place Lucifer In a good and auspicious hour you speak it My Lord we understood that this was your weekly day of Jollity and I was bold to bring my wife in my hand with me that we might â—ive up the rich experience of your Noble Entertainment L. Lib. Ye are welcom This can be no Priest or Jesuit he has a Wife We stand out of the Gun-shot of danger Sir our Manner and Oeconomy is first to dance and then to banquet We excuse no Gentile Person that enters Lucifer My Lord I run all honourable hazards among Friends Vaing. Madam This is a good man as they are call'd a Priest and Father of the Society now time and opportunity invite you to Confession Dor. But I want the coveniency of privacy Vaing. Madam you may do it in the Dance It hath been practised by the Learned Society in case of Necessity Dor. I thank you I shall not fail to imbrace the present occasion L. Lib. Come Gentlemen and Ladies sort your selves In the Dance she meets him often often turns with him and laies her mouth to his ear In the end of the dance she gives him Gold Lucifer This is a Child worth Gold Her hand was double-pav'd with twenty Shilling Pieces This Golden Girl must not be neglected Give her notice that I will visit her often the manner thus L. Lib. Friends and Strangers the Banquet attends you within Exeunt Act 3. Scen. 3. The Singing Cobler in his Shop at work He Sings Cobl In eighty eight mark well my Song The Spaniards were so bold a They came with an Armado strong To kill both young and old a They brought their Swords Guns Pikes and whips To make us all confess a Our hidden Gold to load their Ships Then kill us nevertheless a Take heed poor Spaniards stay and muse The water 's not your Friend a Ye will be used as ye use If you with us contend a This failing Jesuits laid a Plot To blow up Parliament a A thing can never be forgot That was so bloodily meant a They thought to roast us all alive And send us t' Heaven flying a But we it seems do them survive Here miserably dying a Take heed poor Jesuits stay and muse The Fire is not your Friend a Ye will be used as ye use If you with us contend a At length all Priests become so rude So fraught with Spirit and life a That they mix with the multitude And blow the Coals of strife a They babble in the Conventicle And Quake it in the Field a To make the minds of men so fickle Resign to them and yield a Take heyd poor Priestlings stay and muse The Field is not your Friend a Ye will be used as ye use If you with us contend a. Enter Lucifer and Lucifuga Lucifug Sir a Pursevant having received Information that you are a Jesuit pursues you neat at hand You are visible though I am not Lucifer Inspire me thou quodlibetical Spirit of our Society Lucifug Sir You must be as quick as Lightning he is very near I almost see his shadow Lucifer What shop is that Lucifug A Coblers they call him the singing Cobler and most commonly his Songs inveigh against the Papists Lucifer Friend Ther 's an Angel for thee lend me thy Apron Cap and Tools and stand thou aside a little I am in danger to be arrested Alas poor Gentleman He sings Lucifer The English Monks are merry men They drink till they are dry a They laugh at the poor women then that gave them Charity a The Pursevant passes with a Constable They are so drunk they cannot say Their Vespers in the Quire a So drunk they cannot find the way From Dinner to the Fire a Ye Monks for sooth reform your lives And now more sober grow a Leave Cups of crimson and mens wives And let the Maidens go a Good Father Elpheg was so drunk He could not find his Bed a Beneath his Bedsted there he sunk There lay all night and bled a Peer Boniface strong water sups Three or four times a day a Until h 'as often in his Cups Be carried drunk away a Ye Monks for sooth These Monks ambitious to be rich Do silver falsifie a How ill