IN the Title page of our Lady Errants Romance, I see, instead of a Copper Cutt, expressing her Ladyships graceless features, an odd thing, like some Talisman, devised and made when Jupiter was in Gemini, or the Counterfeit of a Seal of some antiquated Princess of Jerusalem, or of the Famous Lady, the renowned Queen and Consort of John Van Leyden, a Taylor and Monarch of Munster. In this remarkable Hierogliphick the following rarities are contain­ed; One Verse of Juvenal transprosed into false Latine; one Rag of false English; one Molehill, one Pidgeon; one bit of Lawrel; one old Crosse, one young Crosse, four Infant Crosses; one Anchor, and one Rope. My request is, that Father Mounson, having first obtain'd from Mrs. Rockley, his former Leman, a dispensation Au­thentick, might before his Pilgrimage to St. Mary of Twybourne, rectifie this device of his Patroness.

Our Mother Midwife, or Sister of Lynthia (pag. 1.) doth bold­ly enter, or rather Mounson the Friar, Paine alias Nevil the Slop­seller, and Gadbury the Botcher, enter in her shape, and make her remind us; That she was once a Protestant, but afterward became a Papist, and in that Religion found Doctrines agreeing to her publick Moralls, which we doubt were special ones; then she tells us, That she hath satisfied (she hopes) any indifferent person in her first change; as also in her continuance therein. Good Mother! we shall be better satisfied when the Vid. Stat: Q. El. Law hath passed upon you for your Re­conciliation to the Church of Rome: you are too well skilled in the Statutes to be ignorant, that this first Page of your Pam­phlet, upon prosecution, without a Dangerfield, may truss you up, [Page 4]or send you again into Richardsons Garret. I shall proceed; pag. 2. Our Lady being fully confirmed, thinks it her duty, through all sorts of hazards (to deck old Cellier all over with horns) to relieve the poor imprisoned Catholicks, who in great numbers were lockt up in Gaols starving for want of Bread; and some Months before she saw the Countess of Powis, she workt wonders if wee'll believe her: Yet all this Midwife brings out of these Mountains, amounts to searce a Mouse; First she lets us to understand; that towards the end of January, 1678. she performed a solemn Embassy from Catpain Pugh (Castlemains Confessor, a discarded Jesuite) then in the Colledg of Newgate, to Powis House in Lincolns-Inne-fields; then she claps in four­teen lines of stuffe (which she had from Medbourn the Player) and this she calls a Narrative of Oats and Bedlow in Spain; This she leaves in the good Duke of Lautherdales hands; Then she informs us, that the Lady Powis bestirs her self like a notable Amazon: And by her pious and charitable endeavours (says Madam Midwife) there was a weekly Charity collected, of which I had the disposing, but was so far from diverting any part thereof, that I still went out of Purse; Of which truth, both the Prisoners and others have been very sensible since my Imprisonment. Here Madam Errant prepares her Plea before any living Soul hath brought in her Accusation, and considently averres, she kept no contribution Money to her own use: It seems the Prisoners were not very well satisfied in your Integrity, good Madam, till you became one of them, cryed Whore first, and made your Apology. Why so? No Crime, no Excuse. Next she proceeds to acquaint us with a lamentable Tale, How on Thursday January the Ninth, 1678. she dined in New­gate, and at four a Clock coming down Stairs with five Women, of which three were Protestants, we heard terrible Groans and Squeeks which came out of the Dungeon, called the condemned Hole, &c. Then she runs on with a Tale of one Corral a Coachman, of the great Holes in his Leggs, and of his manifold Tortures in Newgate, how a Duke threatned to run him through, beat him, pull'd him by the Hair; and another great Lord laid down a Heap of Gold; that a person in the habit of a Minister stood by all the while, &c.

As to the Narrative of Fourteen lines of Oats and Bedlow in Spain, the true story stands thus: One James Bedlow the Brother of William Bedlow, the witness, might rob Mr. Oats, when he was in Spain, and it may be James hath left no good fame behind him there or any where else; but what's that to William? he ne­ver behaved himself ill in Spain. Onely Madam Midnight and the others of her Tribe, moved by their Catholick charity, are here and in all other places very careful not to mention James, but to pin all his crimes upon the Innocent Shoulders of William, thereby to render his Testimonies of their Treasons the less valid.

The terrible Tales of Groans and Squeeks in Newgate, a man might fear, would have put our Lady Errant and her timerous five Sisters into a fright, rather than upon an Inquiry. It was in truth no more than this: Maddam Errant and her five Trigery-Mates had dined, and drank abundance of Claret and burnt Bran­dy [Page 5]in Newgate with Pugh, Medbourn, Preston, and other Priests, and Papistical Plotters; hence coming to a freer air, their heads were inspired, and became replenished with sudden Noises of Groans and Squeeks, not heard then, or ever since, by any of mortal race, besides themselves; At that time their Tails too were not free from Noise; they were as egregious Enthusiasticks, as their Noddles; and by their frequent Popisma's outwhistled so many Flagellets, to the admiration of all the Hearers: Then, then was the old Verse of a Drunken Crony fulfilled, ‘Juvenal. Inquinis & Capitis quae sint discrimina nescit.’

A drunken C. keeps no P. Madam Errant! this was propheti­cally spoke of you, many years before the Masse-Book was known to the world; and it is a much fitter Motto for your Device, than that wherewith Fryar Mounson furnished you (out of the same Author) for your Title-Page.

All this bussle of Groans and Tortures were only raised thus: A fellow had in a drunken humour made a Quarrel in the Gaol; for which he was ordered to be punished, according to the com­mon use of that place; this was all the matter, as I was assured by one (well acquainted with the Officers of the House) whom I got to go the same Evening to enquire, and as Captain Richard­son will assert. Nor is there any more truth in the Romance of Corral, a Rascally Hackney Coachman, who was for some words about Sir Edmundbury Godfrey, committed to Newgate by the House of Lords, in the heat of that affair: This being Squeezed and hasped in a Trough, looks like some Legend invented or new vamped by Friar Mounson; and the Ridiculous actions of the Duke, the Lord and the Parson, are such as no man in his wits can believe; like that other the Papists framed about the same time, concerning the Cow-keeper of St. Giles, and the Lace of Sir Edmundbury God­frey's Cravat. The said Corral hath lately, before the Right Ho­norable the Lord Maior, under his hand and upon Oath, denyed he was any ways tortured, or that any Duke, or Lord, or Mi­nister were with him in Newgate, or ever acted any such thing as this Maddam Errant relates.

Next she proceeds to the Grand Intrigūe of giving Dangerfield a visit in Newgate, about the tenth of April, 1679. where in very hum­ble and religious words he begg'd her Charity, and then gave her Arti­cles against Captain Richardson, as she saith; which are such noto­rious, wicked, stupendious Lyes (and in many places of her Pam­phlet contradicted by her self) as none but a Mistriss of such im­pudence, such a brazen brow'd Procuratrix, such a Buckle and Thong of Leachery, as Elizabeth Cellier the Popes Midwife, living in Arundel-street, would ever have dared to publish; Arraigning the City of London therein for Cruelties, not much inferiour to the bloody Papal Inquisition: It concerns that Honourable Metro­polis to vindicate its reputation; as, I doubt not, but it will in due time.

The 8, 9, 10, 11, 12. pages, are replenished with Stuffe and Affi­davits. She acquaints the Reader how she got Mr. Dangerfield over to the Bench, and indeed (as her forefather Satan hath some­time spoke truth) she very honestly confirms his Narrative. Then [Page 6]bespatters the Earl of Shaftsbury, with most false, most Improba­ble and Nonsensical Incongruities; as any one, who hath but even heard the name of that Prudent and great man (one of the wisest of Mortals) will easily believe: The Earl of Shaftsbury, I do here positively averr, had neither then, or ever since, a Servant named Johnson (she calls him so, that she says transacted with Stroud;) Neither did any of the Earls Servants ever see Mr. Stroud in the Kings Bench, except Mr. Stringer, who upon the first Noise of this Fable in 1679. went over to Mr. Stroud, who gave under his hand before Witness, That he never saw any of the said Earls Servants to his knowledge, in all his life. Among her many stout and Resolute Champion-Vouchers, or people of Affidavit, to make up the Act (according to ancient and modern way of Commedy) she induces Anne Mosely, the notorious, infamous Bawd; who ('tis true) stood not in the Pillory, nor had the Credit of the Cart; her slipping away after Sentence, and getting over into Holland, prorogued her Penance, but never yet pardoned her Offences or her Fine; a fair pair of Heels being all the Pardons she ever yet had for her many years practising Nefarious Arts: She being not pardoned, whether her Affidavit for the Catholick cause, be better than Dangerfields Oath after his Pardon, for that of the Prote­stants; or whether two Bawds, conjoyning in aliquo tertio, have not spoiled the Proverb, Two of a Trade cannot agree; is humbly left to the serious consideration of a learned Judge.

By this time it seems, Mr. Dangerfield, or Madam Cellier's pretty Spaniard, as her self used to call him, had done his work in the Kings Bench; she hath now occasion for his more close and secret service; therefore she becomes indefatigably sedulous to agree with his Creditors, collects a summe of Money, pays his Debts and Fees; and finding him an active Tool for her use, and adapted to perpe­trate any wickedness the Popish Interest would imploy him in, she takes him home, makes him first Usher to Castlemain at Charing-Cross, in tutoring the Boyes of St. Omers in the three liberal Arts of Sawciness, Impudence and Lying; which good Office he held at the Old Baily afterwards; Madam the Errant, Midwife, confesses he attended and fetcht Victuals and Drink then and there for the Wit­nesses. After such brave service, Madam (she here assumes a great deal of State) gives Mr. Dangerfield summons to attend her at Powis House, pag. 13. Thither her pretty Spaniard bent his Course, that being the ordinary Rendevouz of the Cabal; and there she lets him to know, in the presence of Mr. Henry Nevil, alias Pain, that now she would put it into his power to be an Honest man, if he had a will to be so; and would get him an Ensigns place under the Duke of Munmouth, or else an imployment to go to Sea, &c. Here's a power of Ceremony more than needed; for she had a long time before lodged him in her own House, and was satisfied in his Abilities; yet our Lady Errant is resolved to keep up the Antick Mode of Romances, and so will I once. Now our Dido and Aeneas:

My Pretty Spaniard, all that is in my power, I'le do it for thee. And what is not in my power? Generals by Sea and Land dare deny me nothing; their Wives, their Misses, are all in my Hands; for I bring them all to Bed. The rolling Waves of the Surly Ocean are calm to me; the Heaven aspiring Mountains bow them­selves to me; the Woods, the shady Groves, the fertile Plains do me Homage; because those who command them, do so: Nay, the Azure Skies with the Starrs therein, act as I bid them. Is not Gadbury, their Secretary, the Servant of my Foot-stool? Does not he remember and forget, deny and averre, Swear and Forswear what I would have him?

Your Authority is very large, Madam.

As for the Muses, they are my Handmaids. Don't I direct the Pen of the great Nevil here present? I taught him to Pray in Verse to the Saint and Martyr Coleman: 'Tis I manage the immortal Genius of the Learned Munson. Am not I a chief Counsellor and Confident to the Right Honourable and High-soul'd Virago, in whose Palace we now reside? Do's not she Trot up and down to gather Contributions for the distressed Catholicks? and when she hath got a Purse, doth she not commit it to my Pocket, and my Distribu­tion? Believe me, I'le let some stick to my own fingers; she that serves at the Altar, ought to live thereby. We'll not want Money, my Boyes; let the Catholicks feed upon Meditations; we'll live well in the mean time.

When we are gone, all's gone with us, Madam.

But here's a small Job to be performed e're we arrive at our Haven of happiness. A person or two must be put out of the way. Come, come, you shall not go to Sea; nor be an Ensign; you are a good man for the Holy Cause; Starrs are strong as Gadbury hath assured me; you'l keep your Coach and six Horses, and then you shall marry my Daughter. A Presbyterian Plot is contrived; you must have a part in that Play, you know; but in the mean time, I have taken a care to put you into business; to pretend to ga­ther up some old, rotten, desperate Debts for my Husband.

I am willing to serve you, and the Cause, with my self, Dear Madam.

Such like Discourse as this past, which our Lady Errant puts in­to another form in her Pamphlet, and tells the World their great Care and Piety to make Mr. Dangerfield honest, and of her dili­gence to provide him places. But no doubt it is an Egregious Fable, as even her own story makes apparent. For the Engins of Satan were then most busily Contriving a Plot, and how to make the World believe the Dissenters were the Authors thereof. In the mean time, the Presbyterian Plot goes briskly on; and stands as a Skreen to shadow their other Real Plots, and long contrived Villanies. Mr. Dangerfield is new-cloathed, and replenished with Money, and to endear him the more, taken into Celliers Bed, fur­nished with Daggers to assassinate the King, and the Earl of Shafts­bury, Comissioned to frequent the Coffee-houses as a Spy; thus Mr. Dangerfield is now transformed into an Honest man, according to the Catholick Doctrine of Mrs. Midwife before mentioned.

Sir R. Peiton is next drawn in, and meets the Earl of Peterbo­rough, by our Midwifes means, at Gadburys house; then is by her Midwifeship handed to the Duke of York, and she tells us, his Roy­al Highness received him kindly, and Sir Robert made Protestations to serve, &c. I hope he will. And then she goes on, pag. 14. to per­swade all people that, For her part it was no motive, but her Loy­alty and Duty to his Majesty, and Love to Truth and Justice, that engaged her. Very fine indeed! To endeavour the total ruine of multitudes of good and faithful Subjects, to provide Rogues and Daggers to destroy the Person of her King, in our Midwifes Catho­lick Cant and Charity, is Loyalty and Duty to his Majesty, and Love to Truth and Justice. I believe such a piece of Hypocritical Impu­dence cannot be found in the Annals of any Age. Here Friar Mun­son (for he compiled this Scene) hath outdone all the Friars, that ever went before him; here the Devil is proved an Ass, degraded, dethroned, and our Midwife placed on his Tribunal. Here are the Verses of Pope Pius the second truely fulfilled:

Now matters ripen apace; take it in our Midwifes words Epi­tomized.

Sir William Waller and Collonel Mansel come with present pay; The old Rump Officers are new rigg'd, and Pensions paid them by the Kings-head Club; Commissions are given out in the Names of the Keep­ers of the Liberties of England, in Parchment with thirteen Seals at them. She encourages Dangerfield to go on; gives him Money and Instructions; They write down all; they both go to the Earl of Peter­borough with what they had writ; He presently brings them to his Royal Highness; to him they deliver their Paper for the Kings use; his Majesty gives it to Secretary Coventry, and commands Dangerfield to attend Collonel Halfall with more of his Discoveries, orders him 40 l. the better to enable him to proceed.

Let me here crave liberty to enlarge upon this, more than I have on others of her Stories, or than I shall hereafter: When the Po­pish Cabal found their wickedness laid open, and their Machina­tions to change the Government and Religion discovered to the whole Kingdom, and condemned by the Representatives thereof in full Parliament, not being able any longer with their old preten­ces of Loyalty, Services, Sufferings for the Crown, and such other stale stuff, to stave off their impending punishments, and finding their many little Tricks and Projects, they had practised since their Plot broke out, to prove Abortives, resolved to turn the Tables and try a New Game; which was this. They Plot up a Plot against their old Plot, and pretend Republicans, Presbyterians, Independants and other Dissenters, are the Authors and Actors; and not considering that a second Villany was not likely to palli­ate the first, by this means they conceived it possible to beat out one Nail with another, and if not totally to run down the old [Page 9]Plot, to cool and damp it, and to replenish the fickle heads of the vul­gar with many odd stories and jealousies; to fright the Episcopal Cler­gy and Church Protestants, with fears of losing their Livings and forms of Prayer; and to perplex the King (I humbly beg Pardon if I think amiss) with doubtful thoughts, and Redintegrations of designs, like former troubles, tumults and Common-wealths. The Effects of their contri­vance in a measure answered their expectation; to which the late Stub­born behaviour of the five Jesuits and Mr. Langhorn had not a little con­tributed. These men by their many Imprecations and asseverations at the Gallows, had made several persons, who believed themselves Masters of much reason, turn Scepticks, and strangely Staggered the uncertain Populace, who were not skilled in the Politicks of the So­ciety of Jesus. In like sort a certain Author, all this past Summer hath been carefull to store the Stalls with his Roman Rhetorick by way of Introductory preparatives to this Volume of Lyes, published (but contrived by the Popish faction) under the name of Celliere. The Jesu­its well foresaw (they being subtil men) that, if they had confessed any thing, not only their favourers, but even their very Zealots and Bi­gots would have fallen off; Their Cause would have been ruined, beyond all hopes of Recovery in these, or future times. They being obliged to obey, and believing their Priviledges were sufficient in foro Conscientiae to secure them in this world, and in the World to come, made no bones to utter any uncouth and unusual Ejaculations. To con­vince all men of their Jugling, here follows one priviledge, taken from many more of the same sort, that the Jesuits have, or enjoy as their own, by Communication from another Order; The Book was Printed at Antwerp by John Meurse, 1635. and entituled, Compendium Privilegio­rum & Gratiarum Societatis Jesu.

Our Midwife informs us further, Dangerfield, about the latter end of September brought to her Stories of the great preparations of the factious; that Goodwin, Alsop and the rest made great Collections; That Sir Willi­am Waller had three hundred Horse-men; that the City were ready to rise, &c. And about that time Dangerfield got Drunk at the Rainbow Coffee-house, and pickt a Quarrel about Sir Thomas Player; Thereby made himself obnoxious to the Republicans; lost hopes of getting a Commission, and then swore, God Dam him, now the Papists will give him no more Money, [Page 10]he would go to the Presbyterians, and they would give him enough. In the beginning of October, Dangerfield went to attend Secretary Coventry for a Warrant, but was refused. Then she advised him to go by the Custom-house way, which he did, and seized the Papers that are put into the Meal-Tub, where Sir William Waller found them, and October the 27. Dangerfield was committed to Newgate. At night Sir William Waller (saith he) came to her, would have had her to my Lord Shaftsbury, which she refused, he tenders her the Oath of Supremacy and Allegiance; she questions his Au­thority, and pleads she is a Foreign Merchants Wife, and menaces him with the French Ambassador, and with the King of France, whose Subject her Hasband is; Dangerfield sends for Susan her Maid, howls, and sayes he shall be hanged, but would not accuse her, desires to know what Waller said to her, she sent her Maid back to him with this following Note; I have said you were taken into my house to get in desperate debts. — they bring me to L. S. they will ask me who encouraged me to go to him? I will say it was you, it cannot worst you; This she said because it was truth, which she allwayes thought best; he howls again, is afraid of being hanged, writes a long Epistle to her, all which she hath forgot, but that part concerning his Tortures all night; he presses her to send him victnals, and a promise of it under her hand; by which she perceived he was a Rogue, yet sends him as an assurance, her Pa­rents and her own Motto; I never change. At nine of the clock Sir Willi­am Waller sends her to th [...] Gare-house with a Note to Church; which was a C [...]mmitment, for harbouring and corresponding with Traitors, and for re­furing the Gath of Supremacy and Allegiance, which were never tendred her. Wee [...] leave her in her inchanted Castle, and make some observations on her F [...]les.

The Reasons why the Carholick Caball begat the Sham Plot, and why [...]he Jesuts turned Lacedemonians, and became so constant at the Triple Tree, (indeed in the opinion of all discreet men, rather obstinate Villains) hath been briefly shewn: The ridiculous stories our Midwife tells of Preparations, Collections, Risings, are no more than Chymaera's, and silly abortive Brats, begotten by the Lords and Ladies of the Popish Caballs, and brought into the World by her wicked Paws. Dangerfields quarrelling with the Presbyterians, and presently swearing he would go to them, is a pretty Contradiction, and by her self made out to be false; for after, when the Secretary denies them his Warrant, she advises Dan­gerfield to the Custom-house way; which was under pretense of search­ing for prohibited Goods to get into Collonel Mansel's Chamber with their Treasonable Letters, &c. and leave them, and then find them there themselves. Now if ever she had imagined Dangerfield false, her great Conduct did not appear in dealing further with him; to be plain, his swearing to go to the Presbyterians then was a meer lie, and she and her Secretaries no better than Fools, to invent a Story that they them­selves presently contradict.

Yet this wicked and impious Stratagem, clearly demonstrates that the whole Pack of Papists will not Boggle to commit the greatest Villa­nies to attain their ends. Here an Innocent, Loyal and Honest Gentle­man, of an Ancient and Honourable Family, who had never wronged them, must be sacrificed, else their Plot cannot appear: A Plot that would have made thousands of guiltless Persons obnoxious to the Laws they never had transgressed. But by the mercy of Almighty God, that com­monly protects the Innocent, and the Collonel's active Care and Dili­gence, [Page 3]their facinerous attempt miscarried, was disrobed of its fair Mantle of Fig-leaves, and thus denuded, exposed to the whole Kingdom as a Ridicule; only the Authors and Abettors thereof have not received ('tis great Pity) their due Payments for their great deserts and merits. Dangerfield was committed to Newgate, Gadbury to the Gatehouse, the Coun­tess Powis to the Tower, Ricaut to Newgate, by the King and Councel. Our Medaea the Midwife now (you may see by her foolish excuses, little Tales and Lies) makes many windings and doubles in her Course, like a weary Hare: She writes to Dangerfield, and gives us a piece of her Aenigmatical Epistle; which she says, she doth, because it was Truth; receives an Answer from him, by which she perceived he was a Rogue; yet sends him an assurance of her assistance, together with her Motto; in which I say, she was a Fool to trust one she knew was a Rogue, if what she tells be truth. Now Sir William Waller snaps her up, and would have her to the Earl of Shaftsbury, (as true as the rest) but she refuses, because she had been to attend that Honourable Person with a Dagger in her Placket not long before; she refuses likewise the Oaths of Supre­macy and Allegiance, because she knew she could not keep them; scolds and Rants out, she's a Foreign Merchants Wife, will bring Ambassadors and Kings of France, and I know not what Goblins, to Hector for her; forgetting what Opinion all the Judges gave under their hands in 1678. in cases of Foreign Merchants: yet (God knows) her Husband is no more than a Broker to Foreign Merchants, and her self a Brokeress of Buttocks. She adds further, that Sir William sent her to the Gate-house, for denying the Oaths of Supremacy and Allegiance that were never tendred her. Fy! Friar Mounson, and thou the Noble Nevill, learn to put your next matters better together for shame; St. Coleman will not hear the Prayers of such Dundernolls; He's ashamed of the foolish Contradictions ye make your Votaries to commit. Did not your Ve­hicle just now quarrel with the Justice, and deny the Oaths; and in the same breath you make her say, they were never offered her?

In the interim, Mr. Dangerfield turned honest, confess'd the whole In­trigue, and had his full Pardon ordered him by the King and Co [...]ncil. November the 1^st, our Lady Errant was brought, she saith, before the Council, where she is very Comical, and talks like a woman of Wit, to the Lord Chancellour; on a sudden turns serious, and a man would think, Religious, for she kneels, not to say her Prayers, or confess her Crimes, but forsooth, to beg the King that she should not be tortured, and to wish His Majesty would not believe her: and I presume she had her wish.

I observe, this woman makes a horrible stirre with Tortures in divers places of her Legend, as in her foolish Tales about Prance, Corral the Coachman, &c.

The intent our Papists have in telling such miserable Stories, is, not only to Intoxicate the more simple People, and their own Bigots, but to asperse the King, Lords, Commons, Laws, Judges, and in effect all the Kingdom, with barbarous Cruelties, thereby to make the whole English Name and Nation odious to all the known world.

Our Laws and Customs never allowed Tortures, (there being even Statutes against them) as all knowing Papists understand well enough; though I am not Ignorant that Father Parsons and Verstegan have in former times foisted upon the World Campians wracking in the Tower, and Pictures of Tortures; from some of whose scandalous Tales and [Page 12]Sculptures, I suppose Friar Mounson and Henry Pain framed our Mid­wives tortures, Racks, Troughs, Posts, with an Impudence improved beyond that of those wicked Apostates and Impostors, their more in­nocent Predecessors.

Neither do our proceedings against Criminals require any tortures; for with us a Party accused, after saying guilty or not guilty, is by twelve men cast or acquitted. Now the Course where the Imperial Laws are used is much different; there is a necessity for tortures, and by lex tali­onis, of Executions too, unheard of and impractical in our Nation.

Our Midwife was again recommended to Newgate, but alas! at White-Hall Gate she beg an to quicken; a pretence she often made use of, during the several times she was had before the Council, and fell into a swoun: arriving at Newgate, in contradiction to her former lyes, she writes she had a very good Bed in Captain Richardsons House, and a Maid Ordered to lye in the Room with her. This Maid she corrupted to carry Letters in Bottoms of thread for her. Pag. 19, 20, 21. she replenishes us with a Dialogue between her self and Mr. Dangerfield in Newgate: A Dialogue, I should rather call it a Dream; because Dangerfield never saw her face in Newgate after her Commitment thither; Here she huffs with many rants and resolutions, stollen out of Romances and Playes; and after she hath sufficiently applauded her self, concludes pag. 22. with a pitiful Tittle tattle of being locked up close in a Room, not suffered to have a Breath of Air, her Bread, her Linnen, her every things searcht; yet she saith, Captain Richardson suffered her to go into a large Room that looked into Doctors Garden; contradictions we must Pardon.

Pag. 22. and 23, affords us another of her Dialogues or Dreams be­tween Sir William Waller and her self; where the Lady as the tale is told, proves too hard for the Knight. Pag. 23. After she had turned up her Hoods, and had, after some Questions and Answers, given the Lord Chancellor the Lye, she with her wonted impudence in making Sir Thomas Doleman put in words (as she says) into her letter that were not there, most shamefully abuses the whole Council; then she intro­duces Mr. Gadbury with his Jupiter in Gemini, &c. Then she hath ano­ther Fling at the Earl of Shaftsbury; and jumbles together a Hodg podg of senceless fopperies, of a Coach, of Mr. Shepheard, of the figure of One; of the Earls thinking her an excellent woman, with such like stuff, altoge­ther as improbable and untrue, as her former tales of Stroud and John­son, her Affidavits made by Hill, Woodman, (the Jesuits Porter) Anne Moseley the Bawd, her nameless Voucher or Knight of the Post, and such like worthies of the Kings-Bench.

Next time (pag. 24.) she is brought before the Council, after her Hoods were turned up, and pratling abundance of sawcy Impertinen­cies, she atacks her Maid Margaret with stealing a Silver Spoon. And being asked whether she is with Child or no? makes answer, She is not certain, telling the King and all his Council (Oh most imparallel'd impudence and Ingratitude!) This is a time in which no compassion is shown to Sex, Age, nor Condition. Ingrateful wretch! with what face durst you put such a Lye on a King, without whose pity and Compassion neither you, or any of your party had now breathed the air of England. A King even guilty of Clemency and goodness towards his Enemies: what severities have been practised in his Reign? what Sex, Age, or [Page 13]Condition, was he ever incompassionate to? He deserves from you and your party, more Loyalty and other Repartees.

Pag. 27. She was before the Council, and holds on her old way of Lying and Impudence, traduceing then one Mr Adams of Lincoln's Inn, whose Depositions against her follow.