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SCENE ult.

Enter Monobius.
Art.
The Empresse does commend her self to you,
Desires you that you would send your devotions
To Heaven for successe on her designes.

Mon.
What designes?
Some lustful Sonnets to provoke her nature,
Pregnant with Atheism, and black blasphemy.

Art.
Our foes this instant do invade the City.

Mon.
She lately did despise our pious Councel.

Art.
Its ne're too late to be or good or wise.

Mon.
We're slighted till the moment when we're needed.

Art.
Your Goodness writes no wrong except in Dust.

Mon.
She with ill language wrong'd my Innocence.

Art.
Can you be angry, that do teach us patience?

Mon.
Then let Her for her selfe powre forth her Praiers.

Art.
Ah! Her Devotions are growne strangers quite
To Heaven, where yours are dayly knowne and heard,
This Jewell she injoyned me to present you.

Mon.
Jewells like hypocrites shine in mens eyes,
Whereas no reall value lyes in either.
[He lookes upon it.
The Price of Stones, by inward worth I set
In th'loadstone, nature placeth reall Treasure
Grand Pylot to all Ships, by'ts love to North,
A Flint contains the sparkes of secret worth,
These of themselves are of no certaine valew.
But do pride of People, fall or rise.
Give me the Diamond of Patience, and
The spotlesse Christall of pure Innocence,
The Amethyst of true Sobriety,
Ruby of Martyrs, and the Virgins Pearle.

Art.
It was her pleasure, to present it to you.

Mon.
Returne it, and my Answer back to her,
Tell her, that I my Princes do give, not sell.
Tell her from me, Friends Pryers, good seconds are.
Yet on our owne, we must as firsts rely.
They which do pray by Proxey, find at last,
By Proxey also they shall go to Heaven!
But let her know, I will improve my Best,
For that's my Duty which is her Request.

Chorus consisting of two Companies.
1. Chor.
What meane you by this mighty Packe?
Each makes a Waggon of his backe.

2. Chor.
Need you see well soone inure,
Us heavy burthens to endure.
But though our backs should broken be,
Ou care's to keep a Conscience free.

1. Chor.
Tell us, to what place, we pray,
You intend to shape your way?

2. Chor.
Whither Providence shall guid us,
Where we shall finde hope to hide us.
Or Italy, Or Pælestine.
Or neere the Banke of Nile, or Rhine.
We shall wander altogether,
Be't from hence, we care not whither.

1. Chor.
Let's advise you stay a while,
Matters may hereafter smile.

2. Chor.
There is danger in delay,
In a tottering State to stay,
In those Ruins we'd be loath.
To be Slaine, and buried both.

1. Chor.
You do little love expresse
To your Country in distresse.
Bragg no more of Conscience,
With which you can so well dispence.
We're resolved not to fly,
Here we liv'd, and here we'le die.

2. Chor.
Even the worst of wormes will strive,
To preserve it self a live.
We from Bruites may learne this Reason,
To foresee a stormy Season,
Then to hast to shady Bowres,
Tymely to prevent the Showres.

1. Chor.
But pray tell us is it faire,
Now to seek a forreign Aire?
In our Sins you bare a part,
From our sufferings now you start.
And on us throw all the Load,
By deserting your Aboad.
We're resolved not to fly,
Here we liv'd, and here we'le die.

2. Chor.
As our Sins have done you wrong,
So our prayers shall help along.
Absent, present, that's all one,
Stay we here, or be we gone,
We shall in this Point be even,
Our prayers with yours shall meet in Heaven.

1. Chor.
But we better do approve,
To amend, and not remove.
For better Manners we will change,
But not for a Countrey strange.
Here to stay our selves intend,
But away our Sins we'le send.
Take heed you meet not what you shun,
And running from Death, on death run.
Be it better, be it worse,
Come a blessing, come a curse.
Here we did of Plenty tast,
And we here intend to Fast.
Here of sweet we had our Part,
Here we'le also share in Smart.
We're Resolved not to fly,
Here we liv'd, and here we'le die.