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The Jnduction.
Ignatius Loyola appearing. Error at his feete as asleepe.Ignatius.
Ha? where? what Angle of the world is this?
That I can neither see the politicke face,
Nor with my refined nostrells taste the foot-steps
Of any of me Disciples, sonnes and heires
As well of my designes, as institutions,
I thought they'd spread ouer the World by this time,
Couered the earths face, and made darke the land,
Like the Egyptian Grasse-hoppers.
Here's too much light appeares, shot from the eyes
Of Truth and Goodnesse, neuer yet defloured:
Sure they were neuer here, then is their Monarchy
Vnperfect yet: A iust reward I see
For their ingratitude so long to mee,
Their father and founder:
'Tis not fiue yeares since I was saluted by 'em,
Where slept my honour all the time before?
Could they be so forgetfull to cannonize
Their prosperous Institutor, when they had saluted.
They found no roome in all their Kallender
To place my name, that should haue remooued Princes,
Puld the most eminent Prelates by the rootes vp,
Lets euerie pettie martire, and Saint Homile,
Roch, Main, and Pecronel, itch, and Ague curers,
Your Abbesse Alde-gund, and Cuney-gund;
The Widdow Marcell, Person Policary,
Sislie and Vrslie, all take place of me;
And but for the Bissextile, or Leape-yeare;
And that's but one in three, I fall by chance,
Into the nine and twenteth day of February:
There were no roome else for me; see their loue,
Their conscience too, trust me a lame Souldier
In-to Leape-yeare: My wrath's vp, and me thinkes
I could with the first syllable of my name,
Blow vp their Colledges: vp Error, awake,
Father of Superogation rise:
It is Ignatius calles thee, Loyolla.
Error.
What haue you done? oh I could sleep in ignorance
Immortally, the slumber is so pleasing.
I saw the brauest setting for a game now,
That euer my eie fixt on.
Igna.
Game: what Game?
Error.
The noblest Game of all, A Game at Chesse.
Betwixt our side, and the white House, the men set
In their iust order, ready to goe to it.
Igna.
Were any of my sonnes plac't for the Game?
Error.
Yes: and a daughter too, a secular daughter
That plaies the Blacke Queenes pawne: he the Blacke Bishops.
Igna.
If euer power could shew a masterie in thee,
Let it appeare in this.
Error.
'Tis but a Dreame,
A vision you must thinke.
Igna.
I care not what,
So I behold the children of my cunning,
And see what ranke they keepe.
Error.
You haue your wish:
Behold there's the full number of the Game,
Kings and their Pawnes, Queenes, Bishops, Knights and Dukes.
Dukes they're cald Rookes by some.
Error.
Corruptiuely:
Le roch, the word custodie de La Roch,
The keeper of the forts in whom both Kings
Repose much confidence, and for their trust sake,
Courage and worth do well deserue those titles.
Igna.
Thy answer's high, see my son and daughter.
Er.
Those are two pawnes the black Queene, & black Bishops.
Igna.
Pawnes argue but poore spirits, and light performents:
Not worthie of the name of my Disciples:
If I had stood so nigh I would haue cut
That Bishops throat, but I'd haue had his place;
And told the Queene a loue tale in her eare,
Would haue made her best pulce daunce, there's elixar
Of braine, and spirit amongst em.
Error.
Why? would you haue em play against themselues?
That's quite against the Game (Ignatius.)
Igna.
Pish, I would rule my selfe, not obserue rule.
Err.
Why you yould play a game all by your selfe.
Igna.
I would do any thing to rule alone,
Tis rare to haue the word rulde in by one.
Err.
See'em anon, and view em in their play,
Obserue as in a dance they glide away.
Igna.
Oh with what longing will this brest be tost,
Vntill I see this great Game won and lost.
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