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A35896 A Dialogue between the E. of Sh-- and L. Bell-- in the Tower, concerning the plot 1681 (1681) Wing D1330; ESTC R637 1,689 2

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A DIAOLOGUE BETWEEN THE E. of Sh and L. Bell In the Tower concerning the PLOT S. MY Lord B. Who 's there S. A Melancholly Peer B. Your Name S. 'T is S ry B. Then come not here Yet hold methinks though I am pleas'd to see Your Lordship in such Honest Company 'T is long since you and I exchang'd a Word But 't is to you I owe the Thanks my Lord. Why should you make our Plot a Female one And Copulating with her get a Son Is' t thus you Signalize your Fame and Worth To let your Plots from ours have their Birth My Lord I thought you more your Honour priz'd Than to endure to be thus Scandaliz'd S. Saving your Lordships Favour you must know That I have as much right to Plot as you I took more pains then ever you yet did But all my pinking could not keep it hid B. This Plaguy Justice is a bitter thing S. And so is Law Religion and a King B. But heark you Sir do you take us for Fools To rail against us and yet use our Rules Cannot we sow Division in a State But you must do it too at any Rate Can't we broach Maximes for Deposing Kings Trample on Crowns and use Ambitious Wings But you must act the same great Noble things Is' t not enough for us to do what 's evil But you must also give your self to th' Devil S. Nay pray Sir I beseech you ben't uncivil Perhaps in him I claim as much as you I for Religion wear the truest Blew There wants a Reformation in the State And the True Protestants I would make Great The Duke of York I would Exclude in Season And set up M without Sense or Reason I with the Godly ones will once more Joyn To darken and destroy the Royal Line B. Now 't is you have a Zealous Rebels Fate Thus Fairly Suffering for the Saints o' th' State But yet my Lord I do not understand Why you should take our Plot out of our Hand And rob us of that Honour we should have Pray good my Lord let me your Reasons crave I say 't was perfect Theft S. You went about The grand Affair as if you 'd ne'r get out It was but Bunglingly you made a show Our Plot from Sounder Politicks does grow Our Cause the Godly's is who would once more Make Eighty One dance back to Fourty Four Faction and Tumult I will still prefer For I 'm secure by being Popular B. And what did Fate at last upon you shower But Bungle you with me here in the Tower Suppose you should be made in each degree To be a greater Traitor far than me You that have set three Kingdoms in a Flame By the Grand Magick of a Triple Name You that have riggled in as many Shapes As Proteus or a Colony of Apes You that have headed Factions still appear'd Like the great Northern Star by which they stear'd You that have been so Treacherous to a King So constant to the many-headed thing So False to Princes so unjust to Peers How durst thou venture to prophane my Ears With your old Grievance Jealousies and Fears You dug this pit for us but Justice shows He that 's a Foe to Friends and Friend to Foes Tho' spar'd a while yet ne'er unpunisht goes How free from Plots I liv'd let time declare But for your wiles I might have breath'd elsewhere Tho' now like you I 'm forc'd to take this Air. Oh! that since Justice has been yet so kind To spare you you 'd be Popishly enclin'd And let this space how short the Heavens know That 's now vouchsaf'd you to consume below Be spent in Prayers and Tears that this blest place You like your Purgatory may embrace Disgorge your Ape-sick Soul of all that 's past Speak Truth and that once spoken speak your last Farewel S. But hold my Lord one word for me Pray let me show you my Integrity B. Begone I 'l hear no more but this I 'l leave The poor unthinking Crowd to undeceive He that would write a second part of thee Must dip in Gall and work with Tragedy Abandon Conscience break not fear the Laws Throw off Allegiance to support the Cause Be this or that or any thing that 's Ill Make Plots then find 'em out Forswear and Kill And frame a Magna Charta of his Will Side with the growing Faction ridicule All but the patient Ass and plodding Mule Vail with Religion that 's a certain Mask The Godly party 'll give before you Ask. But his Meanders cannot be exprest Words are too mean I blush to think the rest LONDON Printed for A. T. Anno Dom. 1681.