The cuckoo's-nest a [sic] Westminster, or the Parlement between two lady-birds,: Quean Fairfax, and Lady Cromwell, concerning negotiations of estate, and their severall interests in the Kingdom; sadly bemoaning the fate of their deer and ab-hor'ed husbands. Who buyes a cuckoes-nest, hatch'd in an ayre ... to springe her for her base disloyalty. by Mercurius Melancholicus:

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Enter Queen FAIRFAX and Madam CROMWELL.

Qu. Fairfax.

CHeer up Madam, he is not dead, he is reserved for another end, these wicked Malignants repor∣ted as much of my Noll, but I hope it is otherwise; yet the pro∣fane writ an Epitstaff (as I think they call it) and abused him most abominably, as they will doe me, or you, or any of the Faithfull Saints, if we but thrive by our Occupations in our Husbands abscence, if we but deck our bodies with the Jewells gained from the wicked, they point at us, and say, Those are Plunder; but tho Righteous must undergoe the scoffs of the wicked; but let them scoff on, I thank my Maker, we liv'd be∣fore these holy Warres were thought on, in the thriving Pro∣fession of Brewing, and could of my vailes of Grayns and Yest wear my silk gown, and gold and silver Lace too, as well as the prowdest Mynx of them all; I am not asham'd of my Profession Maddam.

Qu. Fair.

Pray Mrs. Cromwell tell not me of Gowns or lace, nor no such toyes? Tell me of Crownes, Scepters, Kingdomes, Royall Robes; and if my Tom but recovers, and thrives in his

enterprize, I will not say Pish to be Queen of England; I mis∣doubt nothing, if we can but keep the wicked from fetching Nebuchad-nezzar home from Grasse in the Isle of Wight; well, well, my Tom is worth a thousand of him; and has a more king∣ly Countenance; He has such an innocent face, and a harmless look, as if he were born to be Emperour over the Saints.

Mrs. Crom.

And is not Noll Cromwells Wife as likely a Wo∣man to be Queen of England, as you? Yes I warrant you is she; and that you shall know, if my Husband were but once come out of Wales; 'tis he that has done the Work; the Conquest be∣longs to him; besides your husband is counted a Fool, & wants Witt to Reigne; every boy scoffs at him: my Noll has a Head-piece, a face of brasse, (full of Majesty) and a Nose will light the woole Kingdom to walk after-him; I say he will grace a Crown, being naturally adorned with Diamonds and Rubyes already; And for my self (though I say it) I have a Person as fit for a Queen as another.

Q. Fair.

Thou a Queen; thou a Quean? Udssutt Minion, hold your clack from prating Treason against me, or Ile make Mrs. Parliament lay her Ten Commandements upon thee? thou a Queen, a Brewers Wife a Queen; that Kingdom must need be full of Drunkards, when the King is a Brewer? My Tom is No∣bly discended; and no base Mechanick.

Mrs. Crom.

Mechanick? Mechanick in thy face; th'art a whore to call me Mechanick: I am no more Mechanick then thy self; Marry come up mother Damnable; Ione Yggly; Must you be Queen? yes you shall; Queen of Puddle-D••ck, or Billings∣gate, that is fittest for thee: My Noll has won the Kingdom, and he shall wear it in despight of such a Trollup as thou ar••▪ Mar∣ry come up here, Mistris Wagg-tayle?

Enter a Servant running.

Sir.

O Maddam, cease your contention, and provide for your safetyes▪ both your Husbands are kill'd and all their Forces pu•• to the Sword; all the People crying like mad,

Long Live King CHARLES.

Omnes.

Wee hope 'tis false; O whether shall we flie Lest Vengeance overtake our ……y?

FINIS.