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A35877 A Dialogue between Father Petre's and the Devil Petre, Edward, 1631-1699. 1688 (1688) Wing D1310A; ESTC R420 1,498 6

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A DIALOGUE BETWEEN Father Petre's and the Devil Father Petre's to the Devil OH are you come 't is more then time Your Tardiness is no Small Crime All our Proceeding's at a Stand They 've got again the upper hand Yet like true Jesuit I have wrought My charge up to the height I sought Both Sence and Reason quite o're thrown For those we deal with must have None The Devil's Answer Is this a Conquest to relate Worthy a Jesuitick Pate I have more trouble with you had Then all the Orders I have made Besides I Joyn'd in the design One whose Fell Malice Equals mine One so ambitiously Enclin'd Of such an uncontrouled mind That Let the Gulph be ne're so deep Or Piramid Prodigious Steep If in th' Extreams thou canst disclose Any that does their will oppose Though on just grounds they meet their Fate In violent and unbounded hate Father Petres I did not call you to discourse We must do something now by force Our whole Society is Sham'd And we in our first Founder damn'd Did I though to my Soul's Perdition Act things more black than my Commission Gaining beliefe amongst the Great Who forc'd upon themselves the Cheat While the Good man I kept at th' Oar No Gally slave e're labour'd more Nor durst I let him Pause upon 't Least if he thought he shou'd recant With Puzling Notions still posest him At once Tormented and Carres'd him Hood winck'd the Pilot that shou'd steer us With our Infallible Chimera's The Devil Boast not as if you 'd Conquest won You 've started much but nothing done Your Order wheresoe're they come Have set whole Kingdoms in a Flame Nor Hell nor Rome can give you thanks For acting thus a Madmans Pranks Did I not always to you Preach The English wou'd you over reach They 'l be convinc'd e're they believe Not Pin their Faith upon your Slieve Your Publicke Chappels have o're thrown us Our very Proselites disowne us And Face about to th' other side Exclaming ' Gainst the Roman Pride Father Petres What do you now Complain on me For over acting Villany I still consulted you in all Did dayly for your conduct call And though 't is true I nam'd the Saints Yet 'T was to you I made my plaints I owne about the French we fail'd But in the Irish we prevail'd Propose once More and I 'll obey't It shall be done if you but say 't You know in such a Holy Juggle My seared Conscience ner'e did Boggle We must not Flag not sit down here That wou'd declare Remorse or Fear Which Jesuits do more decline Then e're the Rechabites did Wine But I have something to Impart Which does oppress my Tender Heart And made me now Invoke you hither Though ' gainst your Principles to gather The truth of these Important Queries Most needful in this dubious Seris First if it in your Power does lye Tell me what death I●m doom'd to Die I dare not hope t' must be in Bed That suits not with the Life I 've led But if I must be Hang'd and Quarter'd Let me be Cannoniz'd and Martyr'd With holy Harcourt and his Fellows Like them be Sainted ar the Gallows And next I do this favour Crave Since I have ever been your Slave Unfold the Mistick Book of Fate And Read me Englands future State Who next shall to the Throne Succeed The English or Italian Breed The Devil answering Laught out right Wou'd I these Secrets bring to Light I shou'd not half that Harvest gain For which Iv'e taken all this pain Nor wou'd I if I cou'd reveal That which my Interest bids Conceal Yet I will Answer the in Part Since I 've a Title in thy Heart The first Peculiar is to thee For which thou need'st not touble me 'T is what thy self did Long fore see Nor is it Reason to believe Thou should'st the Mobile deceive But whether Martyr or as Traytor Thy Ballad will be truths Relator The Consequence o th' other draw By the success of Great Nassaw This sayd the Devil left the Father The Meaning of his Words to gather And Vanish'd from him down the stayrs While he Proceeded in his Prayers LONDON Printed in the Year 1688.