CARMINA COLLOQƲIA: OR, A Demonaicall and Damnable Dialogue, BETWEEN THE DEVIL & AN INDEPENDENT.
Written in the last year of our Freedome: and first of our Bondage, by the permission of God, and Commission of the Devil.
By Fardinando Fallall, at Edinburgh.
And Dedicated to all our friends about Whinfield-knot.
Flectere si nequeo, superos Acheronta movebo.
Printed in the Year, 1649.
CARMINA GOLLOQƲIA: OR, A Demonaical and Damnable Dialogue, between the Devil and the Independent, &c.
Devil.
MY Dear adopted heire, mine only son,
Thou that hast fought, and all my battails won
Inlarg'd my kingdom, and with thousand souls
Fill'd up the Catalogue of my sulphury rowles;
Did not Religion (son) disguise thee right
To exercise both policy and might,
'Tis like a ship-mans hose, which as you please
Will any way wrest to give the owner ease:
'Tis like a shooing-horne that will draw
Any thing one, and make it seeme a law,
A stalking-horse, where under we may lurke
Till we have accomplish'd our intended work,
'Tis a brave guilded mask that blears the eye,
And makes a lye seem true, and truth a lye.
Independent.
I do confess (dear father) you have don
As much for me, as e're you did for son;
For which I vow hereafter for to sac're
Those dues to you I owe unto my maker,
[Page 2] And more and more endeavour art and powers,
T'assure your hopes that I'm obliged yours;
Yet am I but a passive instrument
In your wise hands, to prefect the intent,
The conquest that I won, belong to you,
And I hold it just to give the Devill his due,
The Saints of God, although I cannot ill them,
Yet I by thousands, Robbe and Spoile, and Kill them.
Dev.
And must persist my son, for untill they!
Be beaten down, my Scepter cannot sway.
In.
I've tane away their darling and protector,
And (heartlesse) left them, headlesse sons director.
Dev.
But I'm afraid his passion hurt us more
Then all his actions in his life before:
It rent our maske, and like t'have laid ope
All our Ambushments, and sinister scope,
So that we now must preach, and prate, and straine
Both art and armes, t'invest our shape againe.
In.
Fear not (my Syre) our sale tongu'd brother
Lenthall,
Is a brave toole, I'le warrant he'le invent all;
Direct but his tongue, (dear patron of our lies)
And he'le patch up the rent of our disguise.
Dev.
I doubt it (son) whether the name of King,
(The peoples I doll) doth a terrour bring;
That a
Plebeian rabble should depose,
Him whom th' Almighty, for Lieutenant chose:
Or rather (as I guesse) cause we pretended
We fought to have abuses but amended,
For
Englands glory, and for
Charls His good,
Not for His Scepter much lesse for His bloud,
Have seiz'd the peoples judgement, as they dare,
Their grumbling shews they discontented are;
[Page 3] Our King beheaded! what harmlesse Angel smile,
Could our mis-grounded zeal thus far beguile,
To think our Church and State could be amended
By killing Him, who should have both defended:
O horrid folly! where were our wits? our faith
To credit him who lies, what e're he saith;
A Godly zeal, before which we thought right,
Proves now the Devil, turn'd to an Angel bright,
But now enlightned, and advised well
We him defie that taught us to Rebell;
Satan no more, nor all his smooth tongu'd tooles,
At once shall make us traytours, thieves and fooles,
Thus cryes the people, and what e're they cry,
Concludes a hellish act, that
Charls should die.
In.
Tush let them twat, assure but you your promise,
Unto your famous Deputy Sir
Thomas,
And your dear minion
Cromwell, who can speak
And fight, and preach, by vertue of his beake;
Keep these your friends (as there's no other doubt,
And we shall yet bring matters brave about.
Dev.
Fear not (my child) and that thou better may
Discerne thy friends, and those who me obey,
In honour of that Nose of Noses, each
Mans Nose shall be a conduit for his speech,
And those who keep my laws, and
Cromwels duly,
Shall dwindle their lies, which a sniv'ling
truly, truly.
In.
But father you were saying we must preach,
Tell us what doctrine is most fit to teach;
We are unlearned, know not what to say,
Dev.
But I'le inspire you when you preach or pray;
Thou se'st already, I have stopt the mouth
That did oppose me; looke from North to South,
[Page 4] And there's not any orthodoxall tongue
Allow'd to tell my vassals they'r i'th' wrong.
The way is clear, and that thou maist do well
Take from before their thoughts the fear of Hell,
This lesson taught it quickly will appear
Who loves God for love, and loves him but for fear;
And I believe a small Arithmetick
Will tell the number that to God will stick,
For from the guilt, take punishment of sin
And love of God will not restraine 'em in:
This to do better take a way the Law
Give them the Reines, force not but slylie draw,
The Law being ta'ne away, sin is not known
And so the game is up, the dayes our own;
Tell them that Christ hath dy'd there needs no more
But a bare belief, the rest may passe o'th' score,
That heavens their own by letters pattent granted,
And there's no sin can damn the Covenanted:
Stile grossest sins, slips of infirmity
And Christian duties false Idolatry.
And hast thou not read how I at first did fanne
My powerfull breath into the new made man,
Who with soft glozes of my palliation,
Of his estate desir'd an allienation,
Because (forfooth) 'twould make free and brave,
A
Leveller with God (before a slave)
This bait of freedome (by experience try'd)
Hath won me more then all the shifts beside:
This is, so sweet a morsell that the best
Shall scarce resist but yeild down with the rest,
And their affections better for to steale,
Tell them his God your Doctrine doth reveale
[Page 5] Enthusiasmes, and soule sweating sence,
And couch't in fair, yet sniv'ling eloquence,
And let the actions (for a season) read
As you were Gods Embassadors indeed;
For (I by Gods permission) can appear
Like God himself to those we do not fear,
This is enough (my son) this will intice'em
And gold, and glory, to ambition hoize 'em;
That cast them headlong to my horrid vault
Where I remaine just for the self same fault.
In.
What are the Presbyterians, their opinion,
Belong not they wholly to your dominion?
Dev.
Yet, they're mine own, yet I have more ado
To compasse one of them then two of you,
They play with bait as though they would be gon,
But thou canst swallow ought (mine only son)
He is the bastard, thou the lawfull heire,
He may be reft but thou'rt entailed here;
I'm father to you both, but this in worst
Thou with my selfe, but he abroad was nurst;
In.
Now I'm resolv'd yet I had like forgot
Last summers opposition to the
Scot,
For as two brethren living both together,
May fall at variance even about a feather,
Yet when a stranger comes to injure either
They then unite fraternally together;
So when the Royall party came against us
We differ'd not, but joyntly both advanc'd us
In opposition to the right, (truely)
Enstiling them the common enemy:
But brother-hood is strong, and I surmis'd
We still were so, but with false names disguis'd,
[Page 6] But father tell me, there's a rumour flying,
Which be it true our comforts are a dying,
How
Charls the Second wi
[...]h his Royall band
Prepared are, for to invade the Land,
To assume His lawfull Crown, and Regall rod,
To beat down thee, and thine, and set up God,
To give the Laws both Civill and Divine
Their proper vigor, and to cancell thine;
This's the result of neighbour Nations all,
This must thou quash, or take a beastly fall.
Dev.
Fear not my child, I seldome yet did faile thee,
When the true Royalists came for to assaile thee,
Yet thou must know my son (to both our grief)
I'm but a servant, not a Lord in chief,
Our maker dread in the Almighties chaines,
At his free-will, my purposes restraines,
But I'le indeavour if he give me way
To act my part within their second play,
Where God hath sowne his wheat, I'le sow my tares,
Pride and ambition, and a thousand cares,
But yet (alas) I wofully presage
They will retort against me all my rage.
To
London they in triumph great will come,
And place King
Charls upon His Fathers Throne.
In.
Why truly this is sad, yet I desire
Your diligence might quench this kindling fire:
We all are yours you know, what do you doubt
That any of us may chance to face about?
That you so short a period have set
Unto our reigne? what do you fear your net
's not strong enough to hold your hampered slaves?
Must all our trophees turne into our grave?
Dev.
[Page 7]
Remember (son) that thou hast reigned long,
And vengeance only unto God belong;
The cryes o'th' poor, Widows and Orphans tears,
Have scal'd the heavens, and pierc'd th' Almighties cares,
Fight dog, fight bear, I weigh it not a chip,
What's that to me, I have thee now o'tho' hip;
Thou like a Tyrant, long enough hast sway'd,
The Feast is pleasant till the Reckoning's paid:
But I'le away, and to their Councels hye,
And I'le assure thee live untill thou dye:
Dev.
Fare ill, fare well, adiew,
In.
Nay father stay
Set me on work before you go away,
I'm dutifull enough;
Dev.
Then see my son
Thy actions in their wonted channell run;
Plunder, sequester, pole, pill, fleece and flay them,
Use them as Spunges (dry'd) dispatch and slay them
With sudda in death, the lives of Nobles stop,
But poorer sneakes bleed a way drop by drop,
And more and more, still as our foes increases,
So let our rage; as
Lizards cut in pieces,
Threats with more malice, though with lesser might,
And even in dying, shew their living spite,
And so adiew, untill we meet in Hell,
In.
Both to depart (they say) bids oft farewell.
Similes Similibus gaudent.
I To
Westminster do direct this book,
To Butcher
Bradshaw, and his turn-spit
Cook;
Here may they see their Parent, and the root
Whence all their Treason first was set on foot:
For why, the Devil is Synechdochicall,
Speaking to one what he intends to all.
And though I know their Patron's alwayes nigh'em,
(Because they sit and hold their Charter by him)
Yet here they may perceive their service past
Shall be rewarded, either first or last.
These are the Devils two hands to bring about
The trophees, of
Tom foole and
Copper snout;
And I suppose, so loath they're to despise it,
They'le guild my fist with
Greeks, and patronize it,
For Gods sake they'le do nothing, 'cause they owe
All to their father
Nick, save outward showe.
But if these
Tyburne Twins do rage and fret,
And threat my throat with tying from my meat
To usher them, then shall they know that I,
As I have liv'd, am well resolv'd to dye.
Thou that art honest, read; thou'rt welcome hither,
To hear the Devil and's Child confer together;
And I'm perswaded, all thou here wilt read
Shall be agniz'd an Article of thy Creed.
FINIS.