BLACK KNIGHT

So, so, Enter black Knight. The business of the Universal Monarchy Goes forward well now, the College pot That should be always boiling with the fuel, Of all intelligencers possible, Through the Christian Kingdom is this fellow Our prime incendiary? one of those That promised the white Kingdom seven years since To our blacke-house, put a new daughter to him, The great worke-slaues, he minds nor Monarchy Nor Hererazie (diviner principalities) I brag less, But have done more then all the conclave on'em Take their assistant father's in all parts: I, or their father general in to boot: And what I have pone, I have done factiously With pleasant subtlety, and bewitching courtship, Abuse all my believers with delight, They took comfort to be cozened by me, To many a soul I have let in mortal poison, Whose cheeks have cracked with laughter to receive it, I could so roll my pills in sugared syllables, And strew such kindly mirth over all my mischief, They took their baine in way of recreation, A pleasure steals corruption into youth, H ee spies me now, I must uphold his reverence, Especially in public (though I know) Pryapus guardianof the cherry Gardens: Bacchus and Venus chit is not more vicious. I do this the more, To maze our adversaries to behold, The reverence we give these great ones, And to beget a found opinion Of holiness in them, and zeal in us; As also to enuite the Like obedience In other pupils, by our meek example: So, is your trifle gone? I you hold well: for that I know your play Of old, if there were more Queens pawns you'd ply The game a great deal harder (now sir we're in private) But what for the main work, the great existence? The hope Monarchal? In this? I cannot see't. Where stops the current of the intelligence; Your father general Bishop of the blacke-house, Complains for want of work. I marry (sir) ther's some quick flesh in this. Think they'n sealed this with butter. They put their pens the hebrew way me thinks, Hispanica, blind word this, The Jesuit hath writ this with juice of Leamons sure It must be held close to the fire of Purgatory Ere't can be read. Curanda pecuniam. He's made our own (man half in Voto yours, His heart's in the black house, leave him to me, Most of all friends indeed preciously special, Excellent estemation, thou art valued Above the fleece of gold, that came short home, Poor Jesuit, ridden soul, how art thou fooled Out of thy faith, from thy allegiance drawn, Which way so ere thou takest, thou'rt the lost Pawn. This will advance the state Monarchal business In all parts well, and help the agents forward, Which I have seven years laboured to accomplish. One minute sets back by some codpiece Coledge still. Qui caute, cast, that's my Motto still, Iue travailed with that word over most Kingdoms, And lain safe with most nations on a leaking bottom I have been as often tossed on Venus seas As trymer, and fresher barks, when sounder vessels Have lain at anchor, that is kept the door. Gross witness, when went one of his society? To mischief with a witness? Well said my bouncing Jesuitess. Away, make hast then. Let me see Queens pawn, How formerly has packed up his intelligences, Has laid them all in truckell beds (me thinks) And Like Court harbingers has writ the names In Chalk upon their Chambers: Anglicam, O this is the English house, what news there trow? Hah by this hand most of these are bawdy epistles, Time they were burned indeed, whole bundles of they: Here's from his daughter Blanch & daughter Bridget: From the safe sanctuary in the Whitefriars: Those from two tender sisters of compassion, In the bowels of Blomsbury: These three from the Nunnery in Drury lane: A fire, a fire, (go Jesuitess) a fire: What have you there? Pray let's see it (Sir) To fell away all the powder in the Kingdom, To prevent blowing up, that's safe, isle able it: Here's a factious observation now, That suits my humour better, he writes here Some wives in England will commit adultery, And then send to Room for a bull for their husbands. O no familiarity breathing Sweeter, here wench take those papers, Schorch em soundly, burn em to French russet, And put em, in again. O (sir) it'll mock the adversary strangely, If ere the house be searched, 'twas done in Venis Upon the Jesuitical expulse there, Where the Inquesitors came all specktacl'd To pick out syllables out of the dung of treason, (As children pick their cherry-stones) yet found none; But what they made themselves with ends of letters. Do as I bid you Pawn. Look, more books yet? Yonder greasy gormandizing Prelate Does work our house more mischief by his scripts, His fat and fulsome Volumes, Then the whole body of the adverse party. And then dam him Into the bag for ever, or expose him Against the adverse party, which now he feeds on; And that would double dam him, my revenge Has prompted me already, isle confound him A both sides for the physic he provided, And the base Chirurgeon he invented for me, I'll tell you what a most vncutholicall jest He put upon me once when my pain tortured me, He told me he had found a present cure for me, Which I grew proud on, and observed him seriously, What think you 'twas, being execution day, He showed the Hangman to me out at window. The common Hangman. And now he plays two parts, the fool and knave. Out of those pestilent pamphlets those are they That wound our cause to the heart. But we come well provided for this storm A shrewd retort Has made our Bishop smell of burning too, Would I stood farther off, were't no impeachment To my honour orthe game, would they would play faster White Knight, ther's acknowledged from our house A reverence to you and respect To that Lord Duke stands next you, with the favour Of the white King, and th'afore-named respected, I combat with this cause, if with all speed Wast not one syllable, unfortunate pawn, Of what I speak, thou dost not plead destruction A plea which will but faintly take thee off neither, From this Leviathan scandal, that lies rolling Upon the Crystal waters of devotion, Or what may quit the more (though enough nothing) Fallen down, and foam, and by than pang discover, The vexing spirit of falsehood strongly within thee, Make thy self ready for perdition, Ther's no remove in all the Game to escape it, This pawn or this, the Bishop, or my self Will take thee in the end, play how you can. I play thus then: Now in the hearing of this high assembly, Bring forth the time of this attempts conception. Well it's eruption, will she have it so then? Or your white Bishop for her, the more unclean Vile and impious that you urge the strain to, The greater will her shames heap now i'th end, And the wrongs meek men glory, the time (pawn) O the treasure of my revenge I cannot spend on thee, Ruin enough to spare for all thy kindred too, For honours sake call in more slanderers, I have such plentiful confusion, I know not how to wast it, isle be nobler yet, And put her to her own house: King of meekness Take the cause to thee, for our hands are too heavy, Our proofs will fallen upon her Like a Tower, And grind her bones to powder. Is it he, And that the time stands firm, now to your scandal, Pray do not shift your slander. That holy man, So wrongfully accused by this lost pawn: Has not been seen these ten days in these parts. Nay at this instant thirty leagues from hence. Light is not clearer, By his own letters (most impartial Monarch.) Bishop we have a treasure of that false heart. There's and infallible staff and a read hat Reserved for you. A staff That will not easily break, you may trust to't, And such a one had your corruction needs of, There's a state fig for you now, A charity Like all your virtues else, Gracious and glorious. Most joust Majesty. Was not this brought about for our honours: Let's use her, as upon Like discovery A maid was used at Venice, every one Be ready with a penance being majesty Vessel of foolish scandal, take thy fright Had been in that Cabinet of niceness, Half the virginities the earth locked up, And all sweept at one cast, by the dexterity Of a Jesuitical Gamester t'ad not valued The least partly of that general worth thou hast tainted. And in a room filled all with Aretines pictures, (More then the twelve labours of Luxury) Thou shalt not so much as the chased pummel see Of Lucrece dagger peeping: nay I'll punish thee For a discoverer, isle torment thy modesty. Why well said Duke of our house, nobly agriuated. O here walks his fulsome holiness: Now for the Masterpiece To undo him everlasting, that's put home, And make him hang in most seriously, That jested with and halter upon, I bring fair gretings to your reverend virtues, From Cardinal Paulus your most princely kinsman. There where thou shalt be Shortly if art fail not, (Hah, all my bodies blood mounts to my face, To look upon this letter.) The pill works with him, Think on't seriously it is not yet too late then, Through the submiss acknowledgment Of your disobedience` To be brotherly received into the loving Bosom of the Conclave. Your holiness is merry with the messenger, Too happy to be true, you speak what should be. If natural compunction touched you truly: O you'ue drawn-blood, live blood, blood of honour From your most deer primitive mother's heart: Your sharp invectives have been points of spears In her sweet tender sides, the unkind wounds Which the son gives, a son of reverence specially, They rankle ten times more, you the adversaries: I tell you, sir, your reverend revolt Did give the feare-fullest blow to adoration Our cause ere felt, it shook the very statues, The veins and ashes of the Sainted sleepers. Thy conscience is so tender hooft a late, Every nail pricks it. Mine, mischief must find a deep nail and a driver. Beyond the strength of any Matchauile: The politic Kingdoms fatten to reach mine, Prithee compunction needle prick a little, Unbind this soar wound. Which of the twenty thousand, nine hundredth Threescore and five, canst tell? Yes were the number trebled: thou hast seen A Globe stand on the table in my Closet. True, with lines drawn Some Tropical, some oblique. Just such a thing (if ere my scull be opened) Will my brains look Like. I and some Master politician, That has sharp state eyes will go near to pick out The plots and every climate where they fastened, And will puzzle em too. Th'le find em too full upon so ne countries, Theed need use spectacles; but I turn to you now, What plot is that discovered? Discovered, how? It's but a bawdy pawn out of the way a little, Ther's enough of them in all parts. Enter both Houses. The wonders passed with me, but some Shall down for't. Good. At least I've mazed em, Scattered by admiration of her innocence, (As the fired ships put in, severed the Fleet In eighty eight) I'll on with't, impudence Is mischiefs patrimony, is his Justice Injured reverence no sharplier righted, I ever held that Majesty impartial, That Like unequal, Heaven looks on the manners, Not on the shapes they shroud in. Why may not the corruption sleep in this, By some connivance, as you have walked in ours, By too rash confidence. I think rather Ther's some notable Maister-prize of rogary, This drum strikes up for. Mark the end, I stand for rogery still, I will not change my side, I will not be vnlayed yet. Lass I believed it long before 'twas done. But I remember that pawn. Have I not won now, Did not I say 'twas craft, and machination? I smell conspiracy all the way I went, Although the mess were covered I'm so used to't. That queen would I feign finger. You are too hasty (sir) If she were took the game would be ours quickly, My aims at that white Knight, t'entrap him first. The Duke will follow too. (Sir) I could whip you up a pawn immediately, I know where my game stands. Pawn, thou art ours. See what sure piece you lock your confidence in, I made this pawn here by corruption ours, As soon as honour by creation yours, The whiteness upon him is but the leaprosy Of pure dissemulation: view him now, His heart and his intents are of our colour. We shall match you, Play how you can) perhaps, and make you too. Now I'll halter him Flatter him a while with honours till we put him Upon some dangerous service, and then burn him O for the staff, the strong staff that will hold And the read hat fit for the guilty mazure, Into the empty bag, know the first way, Pawns that are lost, are ever out of play. No replication you know me, No doubt ever long you'll have more company. The bag is big enough t'wil hold v a Pawn, I have spoke to the Fat bishop for thee, I'll get thy absolution from his own mouth: Reach me my Chair of ease, my Chair of cousinage Seven thousand pounds in women, reach me that I love a life to fit upon a bank Of Heretic gold: O soft and gentle (sirrah) Ther's a foul flaw i'th bottom of my bum (pawn) I near shall make found soldier, but found treacher With any he in Europe, how now? quality Thou hast the paultrest fool that ere I met with, It cannot bear one suckling villain: Mine can digest a monster without credit, A fin as weighty as and Elephant, And never wamble for't. Nay, and thou provest factious, I shall hug thee, Can a poore-pocht-soft rear iniquity So rude upon thy conscience, I'm ashamed of thee, Hadst thou betrayed the witness to the black, Beggard a Kingdom by dissimulation, Unjointed the fair frame of peace, and traffic Poisoned allegiance, set faith back and wrought Women's soft souls even up to the masculine malice, To pursue truth to death if the cause roused em, That stairs and parets as first taught to curse thee: All these and ten times troubled has this brain Been parent too, they are my offsprings all. Yet I can jest as lightly, Laugh and tell strange stories to Court Madames, (Daughters of myseducements) with alacrity, As high and heartily, as youths time of innocence That never knew a sin, to shapea sorrow by; I feel no tempest, not a leaf wind stirring, To shake a fault, my conscience is be calmed rather, Sirrah, I would sold the Groom ath stool six times, And received money of six several Ladies: Ambitious to take place of Baronets wives To three old money Matrons I have promised, The mother ship oath maids, I've taught our friends To convey white house gold, to our black kingdom In cold backed pasties, so cousin Searchers: For venting halbow'd oil, beads, needles, pardons, Pictures, veronices, heads in private presses, That's done one i'th habit of a Pedlar: Letters conveyed in roles, Tobaco-roles: When a restraint comes, by my politic counsel; Some of our Jesuits turn Gentlemen Ushers: Some Falkners, some park-keeper, & some huntsmen: One took the shape of and old Ladies Cook once, And dispatched two chares in a sunday morning, The Altar and the Dresser: pray what use Put I my summer recreation too? But more t'enforme my knowledge in the state And strength of the white Kingdom? no fortifications, Haven, Creek, landing place, about the white Coast, But I God draught, and plot-form, learned the depth Of all the Channels, knowledge of all sands, Shelves, Rocks and Rivers for invasion: A Catalogue of all the Navy Royal: The burden of each ship, the brass murderers: The number of the men, to what cape bound: Again for the discovery of the Inlands: Never a Shire but the State better known To me, then to her best Inhabitants: What power of men and horse, gentries, revenues, Who well affected to your side, how ill, Who neither will nor ill, all the new trality. Thirty eight souls have been seduced (Pawn) Since the Ioales vomited with the Pill I gave they. I'm now about a masterpiece of play, To entrap the Wh. Knight, and with false allurements, Entice him to our black House, more will follow, While our Fat Bishop sets upon the Queen Then will our game lie sweetly. That is strange let me see it. For wilful murder 13. pounds, 4. shillings and sixpence, that's reasonable cheap, for killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing. Why here's nothing but killing of this side. Adultery, o I'm met now; for Adultery A couple of shillings, and for Fornication five pence, Mass these are the good pennyworths, I cannot see how a man can mend himself, for lying With Mother, Sister, or Daughter, I marry (sir) Thirty three pounds, three shillings and three pence, The sins gradation right paid all in three too. Symone nine pounds. Sodomy six pence, you should have Put that sum ever on the back side of your book Bishop. What's here? a old presidents of incouragment. Promised to Doctor Lopus for poisoning the Maiden Queen of the Whit Kingdom, ducats twenty thousand, which said sum was afterwards given as a meritorious alms to the Nunnery at Lisbon, having at this present, ten thousand pounds more at use in the Town-house of Antwerp. Why Bishop, Knight, where's your removes? Your troops? stand you now idle in the heart of game? My life for yours black sovereign the game is ours, I have wrought underhand for the Whit Knight, And this brave Duke, and find them very cunning O Eagle pride, Never was Game more hopeful of our side. If Bishop bul-beife, be not snapped at next bout, As the Game stands, I'll never trust art more. O fair Knight, The rising glory of the House of Candor, Have I so many protestations lost? Lost, lost, quite lost, am I not worth your confidence? I that have void the faculties of Soul, Life, spirit, and brain, to your sweet Game of youth, (Your noble fruitful Game) can you mistrust Any foul play in me? that have been ever The most submiss observers of your virtues, And no way taunted with ambition. (Save only to be thought your first admirer, How often have I changed (for your delight) The Royal Presentation of my place? Into a minicke Jester, and become (For your sake, and the expulsion of sad thoughts) Of a great state since, a light son of pastime, Made three score year a Tomboy, a mere wanton, I'll tell you what I told a ( Savoy ) dame once: New Wed, high, plumph, and lusting for and issue, Within the year I promised her a child, If she would stride over (Saint Rumbants ) breeches, A relic kept at Methlin, the next morning One of my followers old hose was conveyed Into her chamber, where she tried the feat, By that, and a Court friend, after grew great. I will change, To please you, to any shape, and my aim Has been to win your love, in all this game. Of honour you'll so surfeit and delight, You'll never desire again to see the Whit. HOld, hold, Is the black Bishops pawn, the Jesuit Planted for his consecration? Art there (my holy boy) sirrah, Bishop Tumbrle is snapped ith' Bag by this time. All Latin: Sure the Oration hath infected him: Away, away make hast: they are coming. The Colleges and Sanctimonious seed plots. Hark, To enlarge your welcome: from all parts Is herd sweet-sounding airs, abstruse things Open of voluntary freeness: And yond Altar, The seat of adoration, seems t'adore, The virtues you bring with you. A happy Omen waits upon this hour, All move portentuously the Right-hand way. Steed of royot, We set you only welcome, surfeit is A thing that's seldom herd of in these parts. We do not use to bury in our bellies, Two hundred thousand ducats, and then boast on't: Or exercise the old Roman painful idleness, With care of fetching fish far from home, The golden headed Coracine out of Egypt: The Salpa from Ebusis, or the Pelamis, Which some call summer whiting from Chalcedon: Salmons from Aquitayne, Helops from Rhodes: Cockles from Chyos, franckt and salted up, With Far and Sapa flower, and cockted wine, We cram no birds nor Epicurian Like, Enclose some creeks oath sea, as Sergius Crata did, He, that invented the first stews for Oysters, And other sea fish? who beside the pleasure of his Own throat, God large revenues by the invention, Whose fat example the nobility followed; Nor do we imitate that Arch Gormandizer, With twenty two courses at a Dinner; And betwixt every course, he and guess Washed, and used women, then sat down and strengthened: Lust swimming in their dishes, which no sooner Was tasted, but was ready to be vented. We commend rather Of two extremes the parsimony of Pertinax, Who had half Lettices set up to serve again, Or his successor Julian, that would make Three meals of a lean Hare, and after sup With a green fig, and wipe his beard (as we can) The old bewaylers of excess in those days Complained there were more coin bid for a Cook then for a Warre-horse; but now Cooks are Purchased after the rate of Triumphant, and some Dishes after the rate of Cooks, which must needs Make some of White house gormundizers, especially Your wealthy plump Plebeans, Like the Hogs Which Scaliger cites, that could not move for fat, So insensible of either prick or goad, That Mice made goles to needle in their buttocks And they never felt em: There was once a ruler Cyrenes Governor choked with his own paunch, Which death, fat Sanctius King of Castille, fearing Through his infinite mass of belly, rather chosen To be killed suddenly, by a pernicious herb Taken to make him lean, which old Cordeba King of Morocco counseled his fear too, Then he would hazard to be stung to death, As that huge Cormorant that was choked before him. How you misprize? 'tis not meant to unde: You that are wound up to the hight of feedinh, By climb and custom are dispensed withal, You may eat, Cabrito, Calf, and Ton's: Eat, and eat every day, twice if you please Nay, the franked hen, fatted with Milk and Corn A riot which the Inhabitants of Delos Were first inventers of: or the crammed Cockle. It must be a strange nature, We cannot find a dish for't, having Policy (The Master Cook of Christendom) to dress it. Pray name your nature's diet. That's but served in puff-paste: Alas, the meanest of our Cardinals Cooks Can dress that dinner: Your Ambition (sir) Can fetch no further compass then the World? We are about that already, And in the large feast of our vast Ambition, We count but the white Kingdom (whence you came from) The Garden for our Cook, to pick his Salads: The food's lean France larded with Germany; Before which comes the the Grave, chased Signiory Of Venice, served in (Capon-like) in White-broth: From our chief Oven Italy the bake-meates: Savoy the Salt: Genena the chipped Mancher. Below the Salt, the Netherlands are placed; A common dish at lower end a'th table, For meaner pride to fallen too. For our second course, A spit of Portugals served in for Plovers: Indians and Moors for blackbirds: all this while Holland stands ready melted to make sauce, On all occasions, when the Voider comes; And with such cheer our full Hope's we suffice, Zealand says grace, for fashion when we rise. If there be any want there is Swisserland, Poloniam, and such pickled things will serve To furnish out the table. Wee're for you (sir) Call you that hanousnesse, that is good husbandry? Why when we make money of our faith, our prayers, We make make the very death bed buy her comforts, Most dearly pay for all her pious Counsels, Leave rich revenues for a few weak orisons: Or else they pass unreconciled without em, Did you but view the vaults within our Monesteries, You'de swear then Pluto (whom the fiction calls) The Lord of riches, were entombed there. Is yours so vild (Sir) The trifle of all vices, the mere innocent, The very novice of this house of clay, verily If I but hug thee hard, I show the worst on't, 'Tis all the fruit we have here after supper: Nay, at the ruins of a Nunnery once, Six thousand Infants heads found in a fishpond. I, how? how came they thither think you? Huldricke Bishop of Ausberg in's Epistle To Nicholas the first, can telly you how, (May be he was at cleansing of the pond) I can but smile to think, how it would puzzle All mother maids that ever liver in those parts, To know their own child's head; but is this all? Is it so vild, there is no name ordained for't? Toads have their titles, and creation gave Serpents, and Adders those names to be known by. How. And call you that a vice: Avoid all profanation, I beseech you; The only prime-state virtue upon earth, The policy of Empires, o take heed (Sir) For fear it take displeasure and forsake you, 'Tis a Jewel of that precious valve, Whose worth's not known, but to the skilful Lapidary The instrument that picks open Princes hearts, And locks up our from them, with the same motion: You never came so near our souls till now. What we have done, has been dissemblance ever. I'm lost, I'm taken. All Hope's confounded. Honours worser ssimulation be your endue (sir.) Bishop I taste thee, Good strong Episcopal counsel, take a bottle on't, 'Twill serve thee all thy journey. I'll take no knowledge on't what makes she here? How dare you pawn vnpennanc't with a cheek Fresh as her falsehood yet, where castigation Has left no pale print of her visiting anguish, Appear in this assembly, let me alone, Sin must be bold, that's all the grace it's bound too. Given as a gratitud for the killing of and Heretical Prince, with a poisoned knife ducats 5 thousand.