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CANTO XI.
‘ We can Conjure the proudest Daemon••,
‘ If you'l not do this, we'l split the Heavens,
‘ Lay Isis's Secrets all ope,
‘ Into their Cabinet-Council grope.
‘ Plunder the horrid Magazines,
‘ Called Sacred Eleusynes.
‘ Expose the monstrous Beastly Rites,
‘ Unseen by Moon and Stars a Nights.
‘ Rifle Mysteries, tell Tales,
‘ Of all your Numens, Shees and Males.
‘ Spoil your rich Trade, and all your Fea••••,
‘ Discover all your damned Cheats.
‘ Ransack all your Golden Cists,
‘ Rob your Relicks, starve your Priests.
‘ In Recompence for all your Lies,
‘ Make good every rich Sacrifice.
‘ All our Bullocks and Rams restore,
‘ Or else we'l never offer more.
‘ We'l break your Altars, shut your Gates,
‘ Fire the Temples o're your Pates,
‘ And never serve you at these Rates.
‘ Restore our Crowns and Jewels Gifts,
‘ Or we'l put you all to your last Shifts.
‘ Dash all your Royal Donations,
‘ Cancel all Impropriations.
‘ To do This, I adjure you;
‘ If you do That, I abjure you.