King and his Power Is it not pity now That grave Religion and dull sober Law Should the high flights of sporting lovers awe A very Heroick expression is it not pity now there is a Law against Wenching the recreation is so sportive And the high flights of sportive lovers It seems though the sportive Couple did but offer they tost and flung extreamly that they had such high flights No though I lose that head which I before Design'd should the Morocco Crown have wore Wore instead of worn Yet what 's the fear of Tortures Death Hell Death Like a faint lust can only stop the Breath Tortures weak Engines that can run us down Or skrew us up till we are out of Tune Down and Tune are excellent Rhime And Hell a feeble puny cramp of Souls Such infant pains may serve to frighten Souls A Mess of absâ—rd stuff No though I lose my Head yet what 's the fear of death If a Man will not fear death when he is to lose his Head I do not know when he will fear it Oh but he means Heroically what if I lose my head why then I loose my Head I but to lose ones Head is to die What is Death Death can but stop the Breath To stop the Breath properly implyes a Death by Smothering Choaking or Strangling So that he is for Hanging Crimalhaz with a Hatchet And Death like a faint Lust only stops the Breath Why like a faint Lust It must be a strong Lust can stop the Breath Nay with the Poets leave Breath if it be strong will quell the strongest Lust that is And then what are Tortures Tortures are only things that can know us up and run us down break all our Arteries Nerves Sinews and Bones in short they can only Torture us And what is Hell a Feeble Puny Cramp an Infant Pain he allows a Hell and yet says it is no Hell it is but a Cramp He calls a place a Diâ—ease To write the non-sense he stuffs in every Line would put the Cramp in my fingers The Powers above are Titular below After in the same Speech she says But fear no danger to our aid I 'le call My Arts and Friends in Hell to stop our fall Heaven is Titular it seems but Hell is not No matter for Heaven you are secure as long as you have the Devil of your side Since you have sullyed thus our Royal Blood The Grounds and Rise of this past Crime relate That having your Offences understood We what we can't recall may expiate That is Come since you have lain with my Mother tell the Truth how it was and since it cannot be helped no words shall be made of it A Womans frailty from a Womans Tongue As if it was a frailty to be ravished she like the young Queen confesses her self a Conspirator in her own Rape The very first word of her Tale before any Judge but such a Fool as Mulylabas would have made the Indictment be thrown out of the Court and cleared Mulyhamet without any further Process Mulyhamet then your cruel Breast He ravished her with his Breast having a White Skin I suppose he unbuttoned himself and opened his Breast His alter'd brow Wore such fierce looks as had more proper been To lead an Army with than Court a Queen He places a Mans Looks upon his Brow and says his Brows wore Looks fit to lead an Army What kind of habit Looks are I cannot Imagine perhaps the Poet pursues his fancy of comparing his Hero to a pretty Wench and so he makes his Btow wear a Fore-head Cloth of Looks And as a ravisher I abhor'd him more In that Black form than I admir'd before She abhor'd him as a ravisher in a Black Form more than she admir'd before that is as a Ravisher in a Black Form she abhor'd him more than lik'd him Or she abhor'd him as a Ravisher more than she admir'd him in a Black Form for no body can tell what to make of it His kind soft words do but confirm th' Offence Men are n'ere losers by their Breaths expence One Line Contradicts the other he says his speaking confirms his Offence and yet he is no loser by it Mulyhamet for this guilt our Prophets Breath Has in his Sacred Laws pronounc'd your Death Spoke to in the first Act. Our Holy Prophet dares not see him fall Im sure had he my Eyes As if changing of Eyes would alter ones mind If he had her Eyes if he had not her inclination to him he would dare to see him fall The Powers above would shrink at what he felt He hath felt nothing yet that I know of but her Very probable the Powers above and below would shrink at that His Death to Tears the Christal Orbes would melt It must be a hot Death that can melt Christal as far as the Orbes But I suppose the Poet means the Orbes would cry at Mulyhamets death Good Natured Orbes If Mulyhamet dies poor Orbes will cry their Eyes out therefore for the sweet Orbes sake spare his life But how came there such mighty Friendship between him and the Orbes If this be not a merry Play let any one Judge Witness also that which follows Here bind the Traytor and conveigh him streight To Prison there to linger out his fate Till his hard Lodging and his slender Food Allay the fury of his lustfull Blood that is here take this letcherous Fellow away carry him to Prison mortifie him and take down his Mettle that my Mother and my Women may live in quiet for him My Soul Dull Man What has my Soul to do With such mean Acts as my betraying you Murder and Treason Without the help of Souls when I think good Such toys I act as I 'm but Flesh and Blood Murder and Treason without the help of Souls when I think good such Toys I act There is excellent Coherence in these woâ—ds but it is written like one that thinks without a Soul as he makes his Queen Mother do Dull Man What has my Soul to do with thinking Such Villanies I act and think as I 'm but Flesh and â—lood as I m an unthinking Carcas This Poet is all for pure matter he will not allow any use for Souls He makes Flesh and Blood think Breath decree Hands aim Hell no of that I scorn to be afraid Betray and Kill and Damn to that Degree I le Crowd up Hell till there 's no room for me A senseless and ridiculous huff where there is scarce a word but contains non-senâ—e or contradiction The Queen Mother says she scorns to be afraid of Hell and yet plainly confesses she is afraid of it for she will Kill and Damne to a horrible Degree to avoid it One would think the course she takes should rather bring her to it than help to escape it but she has found out a new â—nack she will murder such Crowds of People as shall fill Hell so full there shall be no room for
to pacify him and to make him withdraw his Seige And for his Son he will execute him for suspition of treason Who he a Traytor I wonder his Father knew him no better than to suspect him of so much wit as goes to the makeing one I dare say there was not one honest Citizen in the pit but his Stomach was ready to rise to heare him so miscall'd by the first twenty lines he spoke you might finde he was never like to make such a designing person The old Gentleman might have set his heart at rest for any harme his Son wouâ—d do him Indeed if he had knockt him on the head for a Foole he had shown some reason and the Audience would have thank'd him As to matter of Plots I dare be Compurgator both for Muley Labas and for the Poet Our Elkanah shall never suffer for Treason in the Raign of King Charles the Second He is certainly the most Innocent servant his Majesty has and therefore I am sorry that I finde by the Gazette he must loose his priviledge of poet in extraordinary to his Majesty But what if after all this Morena can furnish us with a reason why she maks this relation to her Lover of what she suffered for him will the Critticks he then contented she tells him 't is not to upbrayd him but to arm his fancy for more pleasing formes that expression is non-sense too by the way to arme against an Enemy is proper but to arme for a more pleasing form that is where there is no danger is ridiculonsly absurd but she wou'd say she relates their past troubles to make him taste the pleasures which must follow For now his Father is grown kind and has designd their mutual Happiness This is good news indeed and surprizes Muley Labas so much that he falls into a fit of nonsense very natural to our Author And in broken sentences expresses his joy But after she has let him run on for six lines together and has heightned his expectation with the hope of great and glorious things and fit onely â—or the breath of Kings that he approves their passions and will Cown their Loves she turns short like a Damned â—â—lting Bitch and tells him it is decreed they shall together Dye O Barbarous Morena to wriggle and pull back her from her Lover to forsake him in the midest of his pleasure when he was just ready to have those two strokes were in imitation of our Authour But what a Character of a Woman was this of one whome he intends a vertuous Woman to put her Lover in hope that she might make his dispair the greater afterwards And all this that the Poet might surprise his Audience for the worse But I find he gathers new non-sense every line as a Snow ball grows by rowling For how the Devil should Morena know the News She tells Muley Labas before him either they were both in the same Prison or kept seperate If they were seperated who brought her to him or how came she to have the first Intelligence who was a Strainger as well as a Prisoner in Morocco If they were together The news must have arrived by some other hand and have bâ—en brought to both Well from whencesoever the News arrives Muley Labas is thunder-struck with it He wonders his Father should suspect him of Treason and pray observe how he cleares himself Can he thinke so foule A thought as Treason harbours in his Soule Which does Morena's Sacred Image beare No shape of ill can come within her Sphere A wonderfull Demonstration of his innocence that he was in Love with Morena for nothing of ill could come within her Sphere What he meanes by coming into her Sphere I know not for Sphere signifies every thing with this Authour the Sphere of Morenâ— the Sphere of passions in the next Page the Sphere of Morocco and the Sphere of Hell And all these within the Sphere of our Authours activity His argument runs thus No Traitor can come within the Sphere of Morena but I can come within the Sphere of Morena therefore I am no Traitor what could his Father reply to this but that his Treason greater was for being small And had been greater were it none at all Imagin what a kind of Plott we are like to have on this Foundation Immediately after this first Scene or opening enters the Queen-Mother and brings News to Muley Labas that his Father the old Emperour is suddenly Dead as he was pronouncing the sentence of his Death She tells the manner of it with all the Circumstances and yet being afterwards alone with Crimalhaz her Confidenâ— and Aduâ—terer tells us her Husband was poison'd by her procurement and desires Crimalhaz to relate the manner of it This was a miserable shift of the Poet to let the Audience know how the old Emperour Dyed For she her self could not be ignorant of it She who was whor'd by Grimalhaz who set him on and who could not have known her Husbands Death but she must know the Circumstances also So he did before in the first Scene betwixt Muley Labas and his Morena to make the Storie plaine to us he makes it told to those who knew it before But we must excuse him he had but that one trick and was forc'd to use it twice like him who haveing but one Trump in his game takes it up to play again After this you have a wonderful politick speech of the Queen Mother that she has onely set up her Son to throw him down That he was not yet ripe for Ruine till she had undermind his absent General who being taken from him the King would be left without a Prop and then she might safely murther him to make way for her Lover Crimalhaz Mark here the head Peice of our Poet How rediculously he contrives in the Person of this great plotter the Queen Mother The General was absent his return uncertain for there was no News of it in the first Act Her Son in Prison and a foole into the bargain so that the City was at her disposing and she and her Gallant had a much fairer game to play iâ— they immediately possessed themselves of the Crown now in their reach Than if they waited for the Generals comming who was a Friend to the King and whom they were not certain they could render suspected to him But then the Play must have ended in the first Act or the Poet had been to seek for a more reasonable Plot. But wanting that he has drawn his buisness out at length and like a Roguish Chyrurgeon has made a sore first that he might make a cure afterwards His Address is admirable too He acquaints his Audience with what he intends to do which is the way never to surprize them As if a man who intended to cheat another should tell him his design before hand But what a Character of a Woman was here in his Queen-Mother He designes her Bloody and Cunning and
mistakes the Aorist for the preterperfect tence And an ill Grammarian is like to make a good Poet. I must To the dead King before my Love be just He meanes before I Love I must be just to the dead King but he expresses it so awkardly that he clouds his meaning for before my Love is in the presence of my Love or in her sight In Common murders Blood for Blood may play But when a martyr'd monarch dyes we may His murderers condemn but that 's not all A vengance hangs or'e Nations where they fall He has the worst luck in Sentences of any man In common murders Blood may pay for Blood but when a Martyr'd Monarch dyes then we may condem'n his Murderer A man may be executed for a common Murder but he may be condemn'd for Regicide But that 's not all A vengance hangs or'e Nations where they fall What does a vengance hangs or'e a Nation where Murderers are condemn'd for killing Kings where they fall pray Mr. Morocco to what does they relate if toâ—s Martyrd Monarch they fa'l t is false Grammar If to his Murderers your sense must be that a vengance hangs or'e Nations where the Murderers of Kings fall that is a Nation is curs'd where Murderers of Kings are punished No prologue to her death let it be done Let what be done Let her death be done is that your English I on his murderer must pronounce a Doom As may express I can't do more Nor can his Blood ask less Guards I on you that Office do conferre Obey my Oraers Seize this murderer He sayes he must pronounce a Doom and in the same breath confers that Office on his Guards then the Guards must pronounce the Doom for he speakes not of Obeying his Orders and seizing the Murderer till afterwards Thy poyson'd Husband and thy murdred Son This injured Empress and Morocco's Throne Which thy accursed hand so oft has shook Deserves a blow more fierce c. As i observed before he mistakes the Aorist for the preteâ—perfect tence has shooâ— for has shaken then the word deserves is false Grammer for deserve Thy poyson'd Husband and thy murdered Son c. deserve but now why do's her poyson'd Husband deserve a blow and why does her murdered Son deserve another because her Son was a Foole when he was alive he must be beaten now he is Dead What has the injured Emperour done or Morocco's Throne that they deserve a blow too I shrewdly suspect who deserves a Lash Stop her poison'd Breath And check her growing outrage by her Death If her Breath were poyson'd there was no need of stopping it but he means her poisnous Breath and her growing outrage which he would check by Death To check a man by Death is a very civil kind of reprehention As if a Iudge should say to a Malefactor sirrah you have transgressed the Laws and therefore I will check your outrage with a halter and stop your poyson'd Breath with a ropes end Bid my Physitians a strong Draught prepare And leave her Execution to their Care Just now he commanded his Guards to kill her now no Body know's why his Physitians must do it Yet it may be he intends not her Death for he bids his Physitians onely prepare a strong Draught and a strong Draught may be as well strong Ale as strong Poyson Guilt onely thus to Guilty minds appeares As Syrens do to drowning Mariners Seen onely by their eyes whose Deaths are nigh We rarely see our Crimes before we Dye First here is a false Allusion For Syrens appeare not like Procpisses before a Storme or in it but if you will beleive Homer in a Calme enticeing Marriners to the rocks by their Songs who may escape them as Vlysses did Next observe he sayes Guilt Seen onely by their eyes whose Deaths are nigh this line and the two former prove that guilt appears to dying men Yet in the very next he contradicts himself We rarely see our Crimes before we dye These four lines are two grave sentences of our Sententious Numps he will be wise and see what comes on 't But since my Daggar has so feebly done Missing thy Brest Iv'e sent it to my own To send a thing is to part with the Possession of it but she it seems sends the Dagger to her Selfe If some kind Devil had but took my part c. Had took for had taken will be false English in spite of all his Devils Curse on weak Nature which my rage unman'd A Mascline heart link'd with a Female hand How does a Womans rage become unman'd or what reason has she to fall foul upon Nature for unmanning her who had never made her a man One would have thought it had been the Curse of an Impotent Lover who accused Nature for unmanning his rage rather than of a Lady whose unman'd rage might at least Supply her with a Sigmor Your Courteous arme retriv'd mine from a guilt Morenas hand Morenas blood had spilt c. To retrive is to finde a thing which is lost as to retrive a Partridge is to spring her the second time To retrive an arme from guilt is very metaphoricall non-sense Is this your thanks for all her love has done Who stak'd her Soule to raise thee to a throne Here is excellent Grammar betwixt is and thanks but you must â—onsider the poor Woman was just dying and could not mind true English this may excuse her for youing him in one line and theeing him in the next and for stakeing her Soule against what did she stake it or with whom did she play her Soul or did she stake it upon Crimalhazzes Gaunches Kind Taffalet does for my presence call I am invited to his Funerall He was a kind man indeed to invite him to his Funerall The little Champion with impatience waites To beg a tomb before Morocco's Gates Believe it who will for my part I can never think that Taffalet would bring an Army to the Walls of Morocco onely to beg a Tomb before the Gates and to invite Crimalhaz to his Buriall His heat of Blood and lust of Crownes shall cease Lash'd to a Calm and cool'd into a Peace Here Crimalhaz discovers himself to be a Tyranâ— and a wicked man as the Poet intends him all along For kind â—affalet came to invite him to his Funerall and to beg a Tomb before Morocco's walls and he very uncivilly flies out upon him and sayes his heat of Blood and lust of Crownes shall Cease This Threatning was very high but he comes off very strangely in the next line Lashâ—d to a Calm and cool'd into a Peace As if he would have said I will not onely Murder him and give him a Tomb but I will also lash him and coole him into a Peace Or to apply it to our Poetâ— reputation Not onely thou in London hast a name But Islington has also heard the same A notable Climax like that of shouts of Arrow's and of raine Your Army
Saints I thought they had gone quite to them and that the Saints had staid for them in their Shrines But Mr. Settles Saints are civiller than any other I from those eyes for ever will remove I cannot stand the sight of hopeless love To what ere place my wandering steps incline I le fancy Empyres for I le think her mine His love is Hopeleâ—s and yet he 'l thinke her his See the reward of treason Death 's the thing Distinguishes th' Vsurper from the King Kings are immortal and from life remove From their Low'r thrones to weare new Crowns abovâ— But Heaven for him has scarse that bliss in store When an Usurper dyes he reignes no more If he would have studied for non-sense but God be thanked he needs not he could scarce have crouded more together in six lines Death 's the thing Distinguishes th' Vsurper from the King this is his first Sentence and t is non-sense for Death makes all men equall Kings are immortal and from life remove Another Sentence Kings are immortal and yet dye from life remove from their Lower thrones that is from from then all Kings go to Heaven too that is good Divinity but if they weare new Crowns above we shall be sure to know them from Vulgar Saints who either weare no Crownes or none but old When an Vsurper dies he raignes no more Sentences are fatall to this fellow this is a very glorious one when a man dies he reignes no more I think I can make one as good of this Poet when he has done this Play he writes no more or which is all one he will never get it acted or which is even yet all one It will never get an Audience My Iustice ended now I le meete a Crown Then it seems he intends not to doe Justice any longer now he 's a King but either to turn Rogue like Crimalhaz or Foole like Muley Labas Before he was for meeting a Saint and now he 's for meeting a Crown Is it a walking or a flying Crown Reignings a whole life toyle the work of years I observe that in the last pages his Play thickens with non-sense as he comes nearer the gole he mends his pace Raigning is neither a whole lives toyle if the King be not Crownd in his Cradle nor the work of years in case he Reign but one year In Love a Day an houre a minutes bliss Is all flight Rapture flame and Extasyes A minutes bliss is all Extasyes is and Extasyes are of several numbers When our Poet talkd of flight rapture and flame he might have added Salt fire and great Nature to make it absolute Poet Ninny An Age in Empyre's but an houre in love This is the last line and he is as true to Non-sense in it as he was in the first How an age in Empyre is but an houre in love I cannot understand and if he can make me I will conclude him to be as great an Apollo as he over the Kings Boxe which seems to be made for Mr. Settles statue amongst the poets heads Of the Plott and Conduct of the Play ONe would have thought that a Fellow who takes upon him to Dedicate to a Person of High Quality and to entertain him though very sawcily by the way with the Faults and Errors of other Poets should have had enough of judgement to avoid them in his own Writings But nil malo securius Poeta He was Arrogant because he saw not his own mistakes though they are now grown so notorious that his Tragedy is turned round into a Farce and the judicious part of his Audience came only to laugh as they did to Harlequin and Scaramucha and to find an entertainment which is therefore pleasant because 't is so extreamly absurd and out of Nature What pictureâ— of Man-kind is such as Creature like to draw who is never admitted into the conversation of Gentlemen who can talk of nothing but Plays and of them too so sillily that he is a shame to his Profession no man will be called a Poet for his sake such a crosgraind block that he can never be contriv'd into a Mercury for this wretch who is in one all the Muley Labasses Muley Hamet Morenas I mean all the Fools of his own Play for him to Censure or her Poets who can never arrive any further than to be their Zany and to do that on the low Rope which they do on the high is so unsufferable an impudence that he has provoked me to lay him open to pluck his borowed Feathers from him and strip him naked to his own natural Non-sense First therefore let us look on him in the judicious part of a Poet his Plot and the management of his Play you see him stumbling in the very beginning of the First Act there his Morena tells the Story of her love to her lover How he stole her away from her Fathers Court where she sayes this incorigible Dunce was a Conspirator in her own Rape and from thence brought her to Morocco Where they were both imprisoned by his Father and to be put to death for the stealing away of one another Yet in the mean time her Father is so far offended that he is wageing Warr against his and coming with an Army against Morocco On this foundation of Nonsence his play is built For observe first she relates a thing to one who knows it as well as her self and upbrayds him with what she suffered for his sake A pretty Character of his Heroine to make her an ill natured fool In the next place why should this Muley Labas steale her away or to follow our Authors Bull ravish her with her own consent who for ought we know might have had her for speaking And it ought to have been the first bargain her Father should have made He was a Prince her equall or Superiour and as errant a foole as his Daughter So that they were onely fit for one anoher And as good as married in their Characters Yet since nothing would serve the Poets turn but an Action of Knights-errantry that the Lady must be stoln why should Muley Labas his â—ather put his onely Son in Prison at his return That was more than Priam did to Paris for stealing Helena though he had fifty Sons besides him If he would not have defended him for fear of indangering his Estate he might have sent the Lady back and avoided the inconvenience of the Warr. â—ut instead of this nothing will serve his turn but to kill them both that was to leave himself without a Son and to exaâ—perat her Father by her Death A pretty match of our Poets making where the friends on both sides were displeased and a rediculous senceless War to be made onely that the Authour might have an Argument for a Play But pray marke what reasons are given by the Emperour for killing his Son and Daughter in Law he sayes he will present her Father with her head a good way
heroe indeed and a very bold one to fly upon the old Gentlewoman with so much violence to forsake the Daughter for the Mother and to attempt a rape in her own Seraglio in the midst of her Servants Yet Muley Labas is foole enough to beeive all this But how came Crimalhaâ— to her rescue He had not the Emperours signet too did he drop from the Clouds into the Seraglio this is so manifestly absur'd that it is not to be suffered Muley Hamet all this while sayes nothing to the purpose in his own defence but onely that their mystique Language does his sense confound and can th' eternal powers such Trechery permit oh horrour and such balderdash stuff he suffers himself to be run down without telling his own Story Onely he offers Crimalhaz the duel in these words That justice by his hand might give him death And stifle with his Blood his perjur'd breath Put that a man should stiffle anothers breath with his Blood seems rather a desire to be his Hangman than to fight with him The Emperour is ever sure to take all things wrong and therefore in stead of granting the Combat to Muley Hamet he thinks his offering it a proof of his guilt If you this rash attempt pursue you 'l make me thinks that what he sayes is true That is if you will offer to cleare your selfe I shall conclude you guilty Admirably argued If you dare fight I am sure you are a Rascall presently upon this he pronounces the sentence of his Death And now what can the Poet do to save his heroe Of all the world who could imagine the Queen Mother should be the Woman yet the Poet makes use of her to do it and gives his reason in these lines aside But hold the King will then my cheat descry I wish his Death who tamely see him die Which i confess I either do not understand or if I do they are flat non-sense The Queen-Mother's great design with her Gallant was to ruine Muley Hamet Now she has it in her power she sayes the King will descry her cheat if she desires his Death If the Poet had so thought fit it was the onely way in the World to keepe her cheat undiscover'd for who should reveale it when he was dead on whom it was practised or doth he meane the King will find out the Cheat that she wishes his death is she tamely see him die take his bad English in the most favourable meaning Yet what reason had she to caâ—e if the King knew she desired Muley Hamets death who was supposed to have attempted a rape upon her So that ti 's false reasoning and non-sense every way onely Muley Hamet was not to be kild and therefore rather then faile the Queen must preserve him against her intâ—est and her Character for when he askes her aside how â—ofowle a treason gaind admission to her Soule She answers him in very refin'd â—ustian Without the help of Soules when I think good Such Crimes I do as i 'm meer flesh and blood That is without reason thought or understanding without sense I am sure Another part of the Heroes Character is that he will not plead for himself because the Kings-Mother accuses him Believe me her intended Ravisher Appearing so I take the guilt from her A very well bred Heroe to be hang'd out of pure respect to her who accused him His Mistres coming to see him in Prison and freeing him is one of our Poets Generosityes 't is an usuall saying with him that 't is an easy thing to make an Heroicke play Som forty rants and some four or five Generosityes and the buisness is done at least for ought he knows But this Generosity by his favour was a very Senseless one for Mariomne to free Muley Hamet because he had been false to love and would have ravished her own mother I am affraid she had some other design in coming thither and hearing of his manhood in enterprising upon an old Woman she thought he would do miracles to her But how knew she he was in Prison she was not by when he was committed and yet within Ten or Twelve lines after his going off she has not onely heard of it but has gone to his Jaile and bribd his Keeper for his delivery very quick work of a nimble witted Poet and yet all this is suppos'd too for we heare nothing of those Circumstances So the Play goes forward till it comes to a broad place and there the Authours comes tothe ditch leaps over with the Story and leaves the plot to come after as it can When it was not for his purpose that Muley Hamet should clâ—ea himselâ— then he had not a word to say in his own defence But when the buisness is over he makes out his innocence to Mariomne But when Muley Labas and that close mourner the Queen-mother came in the second time he is bewitchd againe and cannot speake to the King So though he be the Heroe and the Emperour the Foole of the Play yet the the Foole rides the Heroe and has the whip hand of him perpetually Once more the King will have his blood and once more the Queen-mother whose second thoughts are no wiser than her first would save him At last t is concluded he must be banished Upon this the old Queen and Crimalhaz plot a new to destroy him by an Ambuscade which they would lay for him in his way to Banishment They might have done it more easily and less Suspiciously by the Kings otder and by Law but they will needs wave the certain way for the uncertain and the plausible for the Suspicious So her 's a Play spun out of Accidents as unnatural as Scaramoucha's farcâ—s and a heaping Adventure upon Adventure without any probable way of producing them from each other He has given us a Babell instead of a Morocco and had need have a whole Audience as favourable as that good natur'd Gentle man was who being ask'd by another at some Tragady as absur'd as this how such a man in the play came thither answerd very civily what needâ—st thou care how he came so long as thou hast him here for thy half Crown POSTSCRIPT SOme who are pleased with the bare sound of Verse or the Rumbling of Robustuous non-sense will be apt to think Mr. Settle too severely handled in this Pamphlet but I do assure the Reader that there are a vast number of Errors past by perhaps as many or more then are taken notice of both to avoid the Tediousness of the work and the greatness it might have occasion'd of a volume upon such a trifle I dare affirm that no objections in this Book are fruitless cavills but if through too much hast Mr. Settle may be accused of any seeming fault which may reasonably be defended Let the passing by many gross Errors without reprehension compound for it I am not ignorant that his admirers who most commonly are Women will resent this