Novembris monstrum, or, Rome brovght to bed in England with the whores miscarying / made long since for the anniversary solemnity on the fift[h] day of November, in a private colledge in Cambridge, by A.B.C.D.E. ; and now by conquering importunity made publique, for a small memoriall of England's great deliverance from the powder-treason, by E.M.A.D.O.C.

X Abortivum Monstrum.

Vpon the miscarrying of the birth.

Oft have I knowne a child prove Parracide, Dividing soule and clay as't did divide

••e Parent's gasping wombe, through which her soule ••ent with the body of the child for tole •• pay the infant's passage, and repreive it ••om th' falling prison, if not quite releive it. ••mtimes a child the Parent's name doth smother, ••lling the mother 'fore it had a mother, ••t have I heard a woman travail'd so ••at in the sigh her sonle did come and goe. ••ange travell! when her soule is faine to take •• farre a journey for her infants sake. ••hen thus the Parent mother must begin •• leave the world to bring her infant in; ••ust dye, to teach hir child how first to live, ••d being dead in it learne to revive▪ •• if Pythagoras had taught her soule ••s transmigration, And it knew no Pole: ••o Paradise, but presently did passe, ••d in the infant clay informant was. ••hat? did you never see a wombe deny ••e burthen, but unload it presently. ••me proves it selfe an Hierogliphick well •• speake what I have spoke, and yet shall spell ••e truth once over to you more; if yet ••our cloak't-capaciti's are hid from it. ••deede their fruitfull shee-Pope tarry'd not, ••t brought forth soone, as if she had forgot ••ce to bespeake a midwife, or else thought •• brew as well as she had bak't for nought.

And yet see, how shee's brought to bed in State How many thousands hir congratulate Being at hir labour met. I wonder she Was brought to bed alone in companie.

But now ther's no such matter; Rome would faine Once travaile with a second birth againe. And see, the Pope grows big indeede: How now What, hath not Rome had breeding Popes enough How did your Card'nalls misse the chayre, that they Have let another she-Pope slip away? Oh 'tis no matter, they'l take care that she Be not deliver'd now too openly. The heav'n no more shall prove a Canopie The Market place no more a chamber be. When this shall be deliver'd Rome will bye A privie-chamber for this secrecie. (Had not Pope Ione bin brought to bed so patt, She would have found a vault too for hir Bratt.

But see, the birth day's come; Conduct your who•• Vnto hir privie-chamber, where ther's store Of Pluto's Pothecarie drugs that be Provided for her safe delivirie. What? Is she yet in labour? hath she got Hir Predicessors faculty or not? Had she an harder travaile then your Ione? What hath God sent hir tro? what two or one I feare she was so overbig, that shee With Bratt miscarri'd in deliverie.

••hat was the matter Rome? did not 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••oe full the time she reckon'd on before? ••as this hir first conceived bratt, that shee ••efore hir time met hir deliverie? ••hat? Is the child still borne? Tis so I see ••he birth's abortive, though the mother be. Thus have I seene an hasty apple drop ••bortive from the tree before the crop. ••ut then 'twas rotten, blasted, withered ••lthough the mother-tree was no way dead.) ••he still-borne batt hath thus miscarried, ••was not deliver'd though delivered. The womb that casts before the time doth still Threaten the Infant, if not alwaies kill. ••her's now the Infant which new borne had slaine ••t once both England & her soverainge? ••hich had spitt living coales as he begann ••o live, and dy'd as they had dyed than. ••hat meanes November's fift day and the store ••rovided for the birth so long before? ••he purple whore this day expected shee ••ould have beene blest with her deliverie. ••his day once come, the birth was nigh indeed; ••t th' Bratt was still borne, we delivered. The child, which dyes before it lives, doth still Threaten the Mother Parent, if not kill.