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THE COURANT.
NAY, now all's out—I thought this 'twould come to at last, for D—me if I did not always suspect as much. I ever lookt upon Catholics as fine civil Gentlemen, and for their Church, I have a great Veneration, because she is a true Church, and a Mother Church, and their Worship is very glo∣rious and decent. What an absurd thing 'tis to imagine, that ever such Holy Loyal Men as their Priests are, should be guilty of Treason? Yet I did but say a Twelve-month ago there was no Popish Plot, and a Whiggish Son of a Whore gave me a slap i'th' Face, and threaten'd me with Newgate, for presuming to give the King and Three Parliaments the Lye. But it should seem Tempora mutantur, I hope e're long a Man may say, and swear too, That there never was any such Plot at all, with Impunity and without Controul.
Prethee, what makes you so merry about the Gills this Morning? Hast thou been at Breakfast with the Painter at Aldersgate on his Whig-Pye, whose Crust was made of Gammer Celier's Meal, and baked in the red hot Oven of Dr. Tantivy's Skull?
No, no, but on a better Dish by half; have you not seen Nat. Thompson's Loyal Intelligence. Numb. 98?
Honest! and Loyal! quotha? If to invent and pub∣lish continual Lies and Scandals, be honest; if to abuse Go∣vernment with false Reports, engage publickly to vindicate Pa∣pists in all Cases, divide His Majesty's Protestant Subjects, and in a word, to do all that the Devil can suggest to imbroil the Na∣tion, be to be Loyal; then your Thompson may claim those Titles.
Pshaw! this is only spight, because he there openly tells all the World, That the pretended Popish Plot was nothing in the World but a meer Contrivance of old Dr. Tongue's.
Yes, and he contriv'd the Gunpowder-Treason too, and brought in the Spaniards in 88. He murder'd Sir Edm.