Heavenly pastime, or, Pleasant observations on all the most remarkable passages throughout the Holy Bible of the Old and New Testament newly allegoriz'd in several delightful dialogues, poems, similitudes, and divine fancies / by John Dunton, author of The sickmans passing-bell.

A Dialogue between Jehu and Jezabel.

The Argument.

King Joram, and King Ahazia slain, To Jezreel goes Jehu with his Train, Where Jezabel rebukes him, but cast down Is slain, and by the Horses trampled on.

Iez.

Stay haughty Rebel, stay thy rapid wheels, pollute not Jezreel with thy Bazlick breath, A Queen commandeth thee to retire.

J.

O! art thou found in all thy dazling Pomp and Gallantry, thou baneful mischief of the world, worst of things, whose Whoredoms and prodigious Witchcraft•• have caused Jacobs Seed so long to mourn under the Scourge of Heaven, and polluted all the Land with blood of Innocents.

Iez.

Ha— Inglorious Traytor, darest thou this to me, am not I still a Queen? A Queen whose nodd, Whilst Ahabs power remain'd, made Princes star∣tle; and whose Frowns and Smiles were sure pre∣sages of Life, or of Death; then know your di∣stance, and be dumb.

J.

Yes, witness the consecrated Priests that fell •• Sacrifice to your revenge! Witness the blood of Naboth, ••nd the many mischiefs more the wicked Iezabel ha•• done, causing not only Ahabs fall, but Jorams and un∣thinking Ahazia's Fates.

Iez.

How! Is Ioram slain, as it was reported by your cruel hand; consider well, Had Zimri peace who slew his Master; no, fierce vengeance followe•• ••lose, nor shall the bold aspiring Iehu escape li••••

mischief, but o're taken by the stratagems of an inra∣ged Queen: new Tortures, and unheard of Torments shall overthrow his pride, and then too late you'll know the keenest vengeance of a Queen provoked, like Ahabs wife.

Jeh.

In vain are all your threats; your power's too short to execute your will: this moment ends your malice, with your life, that so the Prophets words may be full∣fill'd. — Slaves, who waits there! — Ha, A Troop of Eunuchs. — Yes, yes, fit panders for a lustful Queen! Come, throw your gawdy Mistriss down, that so much pride in falling, may be made the fluttering sport of Winds.

Iez.

Ha, ha, ha, can you imagine Tyrant, that those who live but by my Smiles, dare use their Queen at such a rate? Their Queen, on whom their Lives and Fortunes Centre.

Jeh.

Dare, yes! He dies that dare gainsay, or once delay what I command. — Slaves obey, or Tortures shall force out your wretched lives. He that a moment longer trifles with my pleasure, shall not live to see the falling Sun.

Iez.

How! Slaves stand off; unhand me Villains. Dare you thus approach your Queen! Vile wretches, Monsters, damn'd ingrateful Monsters! Are you turn'd▪ Traytors too? Ah, Ah, I fall; whilst all my Pride and Glory is dasht in death. O World, instable world, for ever now adieu.

Jeh.

So, 'tis as I wish'd; I knew the fawning slaves durst not refuse compliance. There let the Pride and Bane of Israel lie trampled till I take possession of the Kingdom, and extinguish Ahabs house.

Conclusion.

The wicked Queen, with lofty falling's slain; Nor weltring in her blood does long remain, E're Dogs devour her, next her house does feel▪

The dreadful fury of revenging Steel; And Baals accursed Priest the Swords devour, Whilst Jehu (as God bid) does use his pow'r.