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A52858
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Romes follies, or, The amorous fryars a comedy, as it was lately acted at a person of qualitie's house.
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Nowell, N.
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1681
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Wing N52; ESTC R5200
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have it not as yet intire Yet is your Empire and Dominions great Three hundred miles the Church's state extends Within the limits of fair Italy Spoleto's Dutchy to is your Just due So 's Benevent a fair Town in Naples To Naples kingdom too you lay a claim But rather than your Champion you 'll offend The Spaniard who your cause so long hath fought You onely once a year as due receive A white Mule with a purse about his neck Fill'd up with Golden Pistols and to show What they to Heav'ns mighty Vicar ow. Pope The Spaniards e're were Zelous in our Cause And are true Sons of their indulgent Mother Jes Sicily Vrbin Parma Masseran With Norway should pay Homage to your Throne England and Ireland too you long have claim'd E're since Pandulpho in that Land arriv'd And came as Legate when King John did lay Th' Imperial Crown as due beneath his Feet Pope My Spirtu'l Power too them Kingdoms claim But name that Cursed stiff-neck'd Land no more I 'm out of Breath with pouring Curses on 't 'T is that damn'd Land that mortifies me thus And turns my Glories into dirt and dregs The Saints I 've there are few but full of Zeal They 'll leave no stone unturn'd to make us great They 'll Plot Destroy and Towns to Ashes turn Try to kill Kings then piously deny it And damn their weak Souls with their latest Breath With hopes of being Sainted after Death Jes 'T is so but then the Hereticks rejoyce And say there 's none but Libertines and Fools That live and die such mighty Champions To People Hell to please proud Rome and you Pope Is then my God-like Power thus debas'd By sullen Hereticks the World 's foul Scums Shall I whose Breath can darken humane Fate Be thus the Scorn of ev'ry saucy worm Angels and Saints are pretty things that please The wiser sort of Fools that pray to Heaven But it is fitting for the Churches good And honour too my only Mark and Aim That first they Pray to me and then to Heav'n 'T is I that Heav'n must thank for all its Saints I make 'em here and they recieve 'em there So the preheminence is due to me And Heav'n shall worship'd be at second hand But for the Hereticks i' th Brittish Isle I 'll make 'em know that I at last have power To Crush e'm with these circl'd Arms to Air. Jes But they are obstinate and won't be Crush'd Pope Then will I damn and blast 'em with my Breath But is your Skill yet ready to perform What my Commands so lately did enjoyn Will not those Airy Beings yet appear Sure they grow bold and know not who commands Jes Most Holy Father yes they shall appear And tell you what is done beyond the Moon The work is great and asketh longer time The mighty Charm is yet not half wound up Besides they have a tedious way to come Through Regions Foggy Moist Dry Warm and Cold. Pope How many shall there from the Shades ascend Jes My Negromantick Power shall bring up Just four to answer what your Will commands Pope Then we will wait till the Charm be compleat Let Diligence the while your Duty show But now let 's to the Chappel guide our way That we a Debt may to Devotion pay Exeunt Scaene a Chambâ—â— Enter Florimel and Isabella Flor. Did not I tell thee Isabella what I should endure by marrying this old Cuff to be pen'd up thus all day like a mouse in a Trap to suffer penance thus by an old Clumpish Feeble Jealous coxcomb And I must be enjoyn'd fasting forsooth and to mortify the pride of the flesh as he pretends here he hath left me Beads Crucifixes Prayer-books and a lusty Cord to scourge my self with where as I think he ought to undergo the Penance of being well scourg'd himself for his own insufficiencie and oh that I were to inflict it on him my self I 'd make him skip after another manner than he did when he Courted me and then all the Comfort I have is but looking out of that window upon the Cloysters Isa I did not expect it would have been altogether so bad neither but now you must have patience till the rotten fleshy building is fall'n Flor. I believe his Jealousy will scarce leave him when he 's dead Isa You would Joyfully know the Contrary were it so but he 's too old to stay in the world much longer I wonder what business he hath in it at all at his years Flor. His only business now is to torment me but I warrant you I 'll Conquer him and engraft the Trophyes of my Victory on his head too How d'y like the Fryer that 's made so famous by his Relicks he saith his Holyness hath caused them to be newly Registred in the Roman Calendar Isa I like him very well for he is looked upon as a mighty upright holy man I believe he 'll be Cannonized for a Saint at his Death and when he walks the streets how the people flock about to recieve his Blessing and kiss the hem of his Garment Flor. He 's but young it 's much he should be so much admir'd it 's asign my husband was extreamly pleased with him or else he would ne're have had me to Church to hear him preach Isa His Relicks have a strange power they say for 't is reported they 'll make women breed without the help of their husbands turn old age into youth heal Diseases and encrease Love Flor. Oh strange I 'm glad my husband hath order'd him to come and Confess me for I have a good opinion of him my meaning is I respect him above other Men he was very obliging to me too for when he went out of the Church he saluted me from all the rest of the Ladyes Isa Nay then I believe he begins to know that you deserve some respect from him too And all the time he was preaching I took notice his eye was for the most part stedfastly fix'd upon you Flor. If this should encrease now to a Flame Isa It would be but an holy flame at most Flor. For my part I believe the worst of his Actions are pure and holy Isa Ay ay so they are don't holy mother Church tell us we must believe what the Church believes besides if the sins of the Flesh do corrupt us his Absolution cleanseth us again even as Fire purifies Air. Flor You are in the Right Isa I 'm sure I am in the Right when I follow the pious rules of the Church which give us maxims to sin and sanctifies'um when we 've done I vow I begin to have as good an opinion of father Lupin as you have of father Turbin Flor. Sayst thou so girl Nay then I have a Plot in my head in which I hope Saint Venus will asist me If she doth my dry bon'd bed fellow shall be prefer'd to his due deserts Isa Truly with a cold Icy wither'd body he hath a grave dull