ACTƲS 1.

ACT. 2.

SAyst thou the Butchers threaten to knock down who ere shall rate their Cattell.

Yes sir, and they adde tis great injustice their Bullocks should bring in so great a gaine into Guild-hall, due unto them, purchast with paine and sweat: and yet the Shee-sellers of Mutton in Turnball-street, Spring-garden, and Crosse-lane, passe without paying tole for Maydenheads, sell flesh at dearer rates then they, and yet pay no Excise.

It were not for the credit of the State thou foole to [Page] make a gaine of sinne, and like Romes Bishop receive tythes from the Brothels.

Come along SNEAKE,—thou must fill up those blankes to night

Very like sir, would nature had produc't Geese with­out quils, — I should not have—

M ^r COMMON-CURSE, happily met, and how, and how goes squares; — does thy bags strut like to the udder of a Cow? — these times will make us all.—Pray Heaven they hold the name of peace sounds in my eares like to the Ravens croaking—it sings my Dirge.—But stay I heard sad news this evening.

What news?

That the Cow-killers of Cowlane, and Smithfield­bars have burnt down the Excise house.

Were that news true, 'twould scorch my heart to tind r. — I ever fear'd those masty knaves would muteny; tis a sad OMEN, and prognosticates the Excise is not long liv'd.

The foolish Commons now 'gin to wax wise, they'r wak't out of their dreame, and finde their fancy has deluded them, — they doe begin to thinke o'the daies of yore, when as their coine, and children were their own.

Ha—what noise is that, runne SHALLOW-BRAINES, and learn the cause.

Thou tremblest as if thy sinnes had met thee, or thy fathers ghost.

I feare the rage o'the incensed multitude, whose malice is inveterate against me.— Pray heaven they make not this way.

The occasion of the shout was this sir; the Butchers are releast from the burden o'the Excize, and to expresse their joy they rend the ayre with clamour; this night they doe in­tend to have the Bels ring merrily, each where Bonefires made; and on a pile of wood they've tide the picture of an Excise man, shapt with reeds; and him they sacrifice to the God of fire.

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Methinks the fire doth parch my limbs; so would they serve me, had they what they would.

O SUCKDRY, this is the first day of my ruine.

Cheare up man, thou shalt not fall alone; we two, like Hypocrates twins, must live and die together: the Excise is the Committees prop, and but drawn with desire of that sweet gaine the Excize doth daily bring us, would we so ven­ter, thinkst thou; and privately hoord up the coyne is lent upon the publique Faith, casting behind our backs the thought of feare? — Good fellows still envy the drinke they swallow, Beere and Tobacco still bring in Excise, with all things else of worth, and vendible.

Had I not met thee, I had sure ere this dissolv'd into a Jelly, —this harsh news astonisht so my sences;—This is Algate,—lets to the Sunne and taste a pint of Sack,—'tis Wine alone can mitigate my feares.

Nere doubt it sir.

ACT. 3.

THis is legitimate blood of the rich corsick Grape; fill me a boule, that I may bathe my head in 't, and rise like Phaebus from the East, shaking my dewy locks. —I now could rarely Poetize; — No marvell the hungry Poets talke of Tantalus, of Jaion, and of Titius; of fell Maegera, Tisiphone, and Alecto, when Sack doth shape Chimeras in their braines — Methinks I could create a second Hell, and place bless'd soules in an Elizium, the ancient Bards nere dreampt of.

He's inspired.

Boy, some Wine.

I come, I come sir.

Gentlemen will you have a straine of mirth?

I am all ayrie now — Come all at once, and let your mello­die in discords please, to which wee I foot it, as those loose quarries, that o're-heard Orpheus, and his harpe.

— More wine, I now begin for to have merry thoughts, — more wine, — the newest ayre you have.

We are in an excellent humour — lets have the tother quart,

Rare rogue in Buckram— thou shalt goe out a wit, and vie with Martin Parker, or John Tailor.

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Shall I so — then let the money I have gain'd to day; buy Sack, and Musick, — throwes down money ha, ha, ha,

A round — a round — a round — some bodies at doore

prethee — prethee — sirra try thy skill.

Whose there, Edward, one M ^r. Rebellion a Roundhead, and one Time-server a Priest.

Let um in, let um in.

Master Rebellion, and Master Time-server, welcome, welcome I faith now — some wine boy.

What Circe hath with mur­muring charmes, thus Metamorphos'd seeming civil men to beastly swine, O M ^r. Time-Server — with weeping eyes, behold those sinnes here Acted, for which a Nation mournes. —

My eyes are ready to drop out, and fall like bullets at my feet, for to behold this object.

Come M ^r. Rebellion, and M ^r. Time-Server, this sterne Socratick garb doth not become you, leave it, faith tis scurvie; — what Planet struck — desperate wounds must have desperate cures — shut the doore — nay gentlemen — you shall drink — sit down and tipple — so — M ^r. Rebellion a health to king Pims Ghost — can you deny the honour'd shade that cour­tesie, — nay, I will be pledg'd —

— Thanks M ^r Rebellion, nay, it must go round, M ^r. Time-Server you'l not affront our triumph.

Alas this sack agrees not with my constitution — so deepe a draught, will put me to the charge of physick: besides it is a sin, to guzzel down the creature thus in waste, a crime which heaven abhorres — sir I dare not.

How? — dare [Page 9] not — thou art not then a friend unto the cause, and so I will inform —pox on him— if you love me Suckdrie, lets stiffe him, and say it was a sud­den judgement upon him for his obstinacy; the posture will confirme it.

You must drink sir —

hold, sir ile drink —he drinks —

So, so, so.

This is good sack gentlemen, ile spend my pint — so please you —

Ile gi'thee a quart (my Bullie) to morrow, I le be thrifty, and share the Commons coine with frugall skill — Nay Master Time-server, sit not so farre of, each man joyne foot to foot, and tipple in an Orbe. Some wine boy

I come, I come Sir,

Here Master Time-Server, — you are too Stoicall — a draught of this, will give you the Anallysis of your text, without mediums or no­cturnall watchings — here, he drinks.

This is inticing liquor — drinks

M ^r. Rebellion, this blood of the ripe grape, will adde unto your numerous pious thoughts, in this bowle full to the brimme I memorize your health —

I thank you sir, and by my fathers head, this sack is very warme, and comfortable, give me measure sir, — drinks.

I now begin to be strangely transported; gentlemen, shalls be merry for troth to say, 'tis that I most effect; how ere I coun­terfeit,— to please the rising Round-heads — when as the Bishops rul'd I was for them, I wore my Cassock most canonicall; but now the tide is turnd, 'twere simple policy to swim against the streame, to be so nice of conscience, for making scruple to revile my Prince, to cherish and con­firme base men, in hope of that nere was, nor is, nor ere shall be to loose vast summes of gold, thanksgiving dinners and repute —

Drink deepe, my fingers itch, untill they seize the bowle — I laugh to think how when I counterfeit a whining passion, and talke of God and goodnesse, walke with a sad, and mortified countenance, how I'me admir'd, amongst the Brethren, and stild a man of God —

Excellent, heres to thee for that conceit; we foure should have made rare States-men, we are so wittie in our mischief.

Master Time-Server, You have occupied with the nine girles — lets heare, lets heare. —

A reckoning boy — call thy Master.

Your will gentlemen

Our will sir is to pay, gentlemen deposite — they pay — dost heare, here's a friend of ours has forgotten himself. —

— a little as they call it — the wine has got

into his head — as frost into a hand — he is benum'd and has no use of himselfe for present.

You'd need gentlemen, be all wafted home in a Sedan, you are so light, you hardly feele your selves; and yet so weighty, that you reele under your burdens thus must we thrive by sinne — it must be so, this is the last of ages.

ACT. 4.

ACT. 5.