notably, though profanely. If you censure me, that I whip the Monks too hard, blame me, scourge me; but then, you must blame and scourge with me holy Writers in all Ages, the learned Angel of Hippo, divine Salvianus, our English Gildas, and a thousand worthy Rabbies more. Had they seen our dayes:—Lucif.They are Scandals you stum∣ble at.Rob.You must abjure those, if you enter our list.Lucif.Father Robert, let us leave him: that the Miracle of the Woman and Boy may further convince him.Rob.Sir, you may repose your self, if you please, a while here. A little rem∣nant of business in the house, summons us. Our stay shall be short.Arist.I shall patiently wait your lei∣sure. How now? Exeunt Luc. and Rob. A clear case, The Devil dreads not me. A sudden change indeed: This Miracle is but of the lower Classis. Woman and Boy, away with this Hocus and Pocus his Kinsman, let them praestò be gone, this thred bare kind of Juggling; (I have been us'd to this Pass and Repass-Part of Bar∣tholmew Fair:) Let me tell you in a single Word, if you do not both confess to me your double-dealing, I'le instantly fetch a Constable, and ye shall be soundly whipt in Bridewell till ye do confess, and per∣haps Justice will not stop or pause there. I'le do't immediatly.Wo.O good Sir, come back. I am a poor Widdow, and have nothing where∣with to keep life and soul together.Boy.And I am a very poor Boy. Sir, I was a Beggar-Boy, and begg'd from door to door.Arist.I am satisfied. Not a word of what has hapned, as you love your own safeties. Exit. Arist.Wo.Boy, we must not say a word of this to the Fathers: if we do, we shall be turn'd forth a begging.Enter Lucifer and Father Robert.Lucif.Is the Gentleman gone?Wo.Yes, reverend Father: but thun∣der-struck with the Miracle: He will, he saies, wait upon you an other time.Lucif.So, so: come, supper attends us. Exeunt.Act 5. Scene 6.Enter Agrippa.Agrip.They within depend upon me to begin this last Scene with a Dance fa∣shionable to our Matter: and they will not be denied. The Dancers commence their entrance.Enter a Monk.This is the Monk that Poison'd Henry the seventh Emperour, in a Church, being devoutly on his knees: In what manner he poison'd him, it is profane to name, and therefore was most impious and most execrable to do. Andreas Lampugnanus, a Courtier of Millan, neerly followed him, in Time, with respect unto the Place, and in the substance of Practise; but the Devil could not have scrued a Wicked∣ness higher than the Monk did. Rottennes follow both their memories.Enter an other Monk.This is the Monk that Poison'd John King of England in a Monastery, and that he might accomplish his mischievous work without suspicion, first poison'd himself, drinking a health to the King in a poison'd Cup. Let his Name be thought as poisonous as his Poison.Enter Clement.This is Clement the Jacobin Frier, that 0