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<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<P> THE JOVIALL CREVV, OR, The Devill turn'd <HI>RANTER:</HI> Being a Character of <HI>The roaring</HI> Ranters <HI>of the&s;e Times.</HI></P>
<P>Repre&s;ented in a COMEDIE, <HI>CONTAINING</HI> A true Di&s;covery of the cur&s;ed Con|ver&s;ations, prodigious Pranks, mon&s;trous Meetings, private Performances, rude Revellings, garrulous Greetings, impious and incorrigible Deporements of a Sect (lately &s;prung up a|mong&s;t us) called <HI>Ranters.</HI></P>
<P>Their Names &s;orted to their &s;everall Natures, and both lively pre&s;ented in Action.</P>
<P><HI>London:</HI> Printed for <HI>W. Ley.</HI> 1651.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="frontispiece">
<PB REF="2">
<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>depiction of the devil's chariot rolling over Britain</FIGDESC>
<LG>
<HEAD>The Prologue.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Bedlam</HI> broke loo&s;e? yes, <HI>Hell</HI> is open'd too:</L>
<L><HI>Mad-men,</HI> &amp; <HI>Fiends,</HI> &amp; <HI>Harpies</HI> to your view </L>
<L>We do pre&s;ent: but who &s;hall cure the <HI>Tumor?</HI></L>
<L>All the world now is in the <HI>Ranting Humor.</HI></L>
</LG>
</FIGURE></P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>THE PERSONS.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<ITEM><HI>Apo&s;tatus,</HI> &s;omtime an Epi&s;co|parian, a Scholar.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Violentus</HI> a Painter.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Do&s;e</HI> an Apothecary.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Pigwidgin</HI> a Taylor.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Robustio</HI> a Souldier.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>A&s;inego</HI> a Gentleman.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Pandor&s;us</HI> Agent for the De|vill.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Lucifer.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Minks</HI> wife to <HI>Apo&s;tatus.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>VVriggle</HI> wife to <HI>Pig|widgin.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Ful&s;ome a</HI> Widow.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Incorrigible</HI> wife to <HI>Vio|lentus.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Crave-drink</HI> wife to <HI>Do&s;e</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Di&s;&s;imulatio</HI> wife to <HI>A|&s;inego.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>All-prate</HI> a Seamans wife, her husband ab&s;ent.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Idlesby,</HI> Mrs. <HI>Doe-little,</HI> ci|tizens wives.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Horne, Byas,</HI> their husbands.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Sycophanti</HI> a Vintner.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Spolario</HI> a Drawer.</ITEM>
<ITEM>A Con&s;table.</ITEM>
<ITEM>A Watch.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Clink</HI> Keeper of <HI>Finsbury.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>A Beadle and Officers.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<P>The Scene, LONDON.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB N="1" REF="3">
<HEAD>THE IOVIALL CREVV, OR The Devill turned <HI>RANTER.</HI></HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. I. SCENE I.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Apo&s;tatus, Do&s;e,</HI> his head bound about with a Napkin bloudy.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where in the name of <HI>Pri&s;cian</HI> ha&s;t thou been, thou &s;anguine &s;yring-man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh this wicked world! I'le tell you Sir the &s;to|ry: This cap you &s;ee <HI>(pointing to his head)</HI> covers a cruell wound. I ye&s;ternight met with a crew of tho&s;e, who talk of heaven, and of a place of torment, to whom when I began to preach our Doctrine, one of the company with a pewter pot &s;truck me upon the head with all his might.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apost.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas poor <HI>Do&s;e,</HI> there's no &s;uch &s;trong nece&s;&s;ity for to divulge our Doctrine in all companies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P>That men &s;hould be &s;uch fools, to pinnion their own arms, tie their own legs, and propo&s;e &s;uch &s;trange nothings to them&s;elves, on purpo&s;e for to keep them&s;elves in awe. When would they but perceive their happine&s;&s;e, both this world and the next is &s;olely theirs; nor can they lo&s;e their way although they would.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more of this at pre&s;ent (my dear <HI>Do&s;e)</HI> thou know'&s;t,
<PB N="2" REF="4"> though by our only &s;acred Laws, <HI>every mans wife mu&s;t be at his friends u&s;e,</HI> yet <HI>Pigwidgin</HI> the Tayler thwarts our cu&s;tome; he is content to rant with other women, but to expo&s;e his own Spou&s;e he denies; now have I plotted for to circumvent him: Thou know&s;t we meet anon at <HI>Sychophantios,</HI> where while (as is our u&s;e) we drink and roar, &s;tep thou home and bring thence &s;ome &s;leepy potion, which I'le infu&s;e into his cup: &s;o while he &s;teeps, I'le u&s;e his wife before him, 'twill be rare &s;port.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e;</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart, 'tis a work meritorious: we mu&s;t &s;ometimes &s;ave &s;ouls again&s;t their wills! Oh here are all the Gang.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Enter the <HI>Devill</HI> and <HI>Pandor&s;es.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Devill.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now <HI>Pan,</HI> where ha&s;t thou been my dear <HI>Pan|dor&s;es.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pandor&s;es.</SPEAKER>
<P>My much admired Ma&s;ter, I am but now come from my &s;ad imployment, I am &s;o wearied and tyred vvith ran|ting it, that I am not my &s;elf, &s;o con&s;equently yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Div.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, what ha&s;t done for our infernall grace? prethee report, do they increa&s;e and multiply?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t reverend <HI>Devill,</HI> I have obtained in your behalf the choice of all the Town, as Citizens wives, and others that will be led away, and there improved much.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Devill.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e my mo&s;t ob&s;equious Ningle, thou ha&s;t behaved thy &s;elf and our affairs with admirable diligence, and for thy pains, thou &s;halt obtain my favour for thy gains.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Sir your approbation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Div.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have &s;urvey'd the Univer&s;e, as <HI>France, Spain,</HI> and <HI>Italy,</HI> yet cannot parallel the Ranters of this our Engli&s;h Climate; I've blinded them with plea&s;ures of this world, by putting on a mask of Religion to make't no &s;in, that makes my pro&s;elites run headlong down to the infernall lake, where <HI>Cerberus</HI> tran&s;ports them to their &s;uppo&s;ed joy, where yet at la&s;t, into infernall flames at length they're ca&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pan.</SPEAKER>
<P>A good reward for &s;uch &s;ervants.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Div.</SPEAKER>
<P>But prethee <HI>Pan,</HI> let me &s;ee how they improve, let's have one merry Jig before we depart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Plea&s;e you great Sir you &s;hall.</P>
<STAGE><PB N="3" REF="4"> Enter <HI>Violentus, Pigwidgin, A&s;inego, Robu&s;tio;</HI> Mrs. <HI>Minks,</HI> Mrs. <HI>Wriggle,</HI> Mrs. <HI>Ful&s;ome,</HI> Mrs. <HI>Crave-drink,</HI> Mrs. <HI>Di&s;|&s;imulatio,</HI> Mrs. <HI>All-prate,</HI> Mrs. <HI>Incorrigible,</HI> &s;inging in <HI>Chorus,</HI> and dancing</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Violen.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come away, make no delay, of mirth we are no &s;canters,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pigwi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dance and &s;ing all in a Ring, for we are Joviall Ranters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;&s;ine.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let fearfull &s;ouls refu&s;e their bowls,</L>
<L>And tremble for to tipple:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let moon-men fear to <HI>domineere,</HI></L>
<L>And halt before a <HI>Cripple.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come away, make no delay, of mirth we are no &s;canters,</L>
<L>Dance and &s;ing all in a Ring, for we are Joviall Ranters.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apost.</SPEAKER>
<L>No hell we dread when we are dead,</L>
<L>No Gorgon nor no Fury:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e;</SPEAKER>
<L>And while we live, wee'l drink and&mdash;</L>
<L>In &s;pight of Judge or Jury.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Miu;</SPEAKER>
<L>Come on my Boys, receive your joys,</L>
<L>And take your fill of plea&s;ure,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Incori.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shoot for &s;hoot, away let's doo'r,</L>
<L>But we mu&s;t have our mea&s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ful&s;o.</SPEAKER>
<L>All lie down, as in a &s;wovvn,</L>
<L>to have a plea&s;ing Vi&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crave.</SPEAKER>
<L>And then ri&s;e with bared thighs,</L>
<L>Who'd fear &s;uch &s;weet inci&s;ion?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All-pr.</SPEAKER>
<L>About, about, ye Joviall rout,</L>
<L>Dance antick like Hob-gobblins;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Drink and roar, and &s;wear and whore,</L>
<L>But yet no brawls or &s;quoblings.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omnes.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come away, make no delay, of mirth we are no &s;canters,</L>
<L>Dance and &s;ing all in a Ring, for we are Joviall Ranters.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hovv like you the&s;e mad pranks of the&s;e our Joviall Crew?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Div.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t exqui&s;itely well performed, I have not knovvn the
<PB N="4" REF="5"> like, let them go on, and for their hire, I will revvard them vvith eternall fire.</P>
<STAGE>Vani&s;h in Thunder.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>What means this horrid noi&s;e? &s;ure 'tis &s;ome dire pre|&s;age of the&s;e our horrid actions, yet I hope my dear A&s;&s;ociates, this is but the <HI>praeludium</HI> to our mirth, let's novv to <HI>Sychophan|tios.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;&s;ine.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where vve vvill drink &s;vveet Wine and &s;trong To|bacco, till vve become immortall, there's Philo&s;ophy for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Avvay.</L>
<L>Black night put on thy thicke&s;t mi&s;ts, and try</L>
<L>For to ab&s;cond us from <HI>Joves</HI> piercing eye.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. II. SCENE I.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Mrs. <HI>Idlesby,</HI> and <HI>Doe-little,</HI> tvvo Citizens vvives.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Idlesby.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go&s;&s;ip, if I am not on fire to be acquainted vvith &s;ome of this nevv Sect, may I vvant &s;ilver-lace for my next pet|ticoat, and be injoyned not to vvear &s;o much as a <HI>Buckingham|&s;hire</HI> edging upon my &s;mocks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doe-little.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;o have I Mrs. <HI>Idlesby,</HI> vvithout doubt they are a rare Society, lead heavenly lives, nothing but acting good for one another, drinking love-healths, and amorous departments.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Idlesby.</SPEAKER>
<P>They are the only people: O vvhat a put<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> our Di|vines do keep for hone&s;ty, honour, and vertuous life! not to make <HI>Minotaurs</HI> of our gentle husbands; no mirth, no due re|fre&s;hment mu&s;t be had, &s;ave vvhat our impotent husbands vvill allovv: I am re&s;olv'd to be of their Religion, and go to heaven the neare&s;t vvay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Idlesby.</SPEAKER>
<P>A match, then vvee'l be Convertites together: this very day the prime of all the gang, the chief'&s;t <HI>Theologi&s;ts,</HI> and vvorthie&s;t fi&s;ters of all that zealous Tribe are met together at <HI>Sychophantios</HI> hou&s;e, the lime-hound Tavern, &s;hall vve go to 'em?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doe-little.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart, Iovve my life unto thee for the motion, let's avvay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Idlesby.</SPEAKER>
<P>The breeches are my ovvn, henceforth I'le rant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doe-little.</SPEAKER>
<P>No vvay but this to be predominant.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
<STAGE><PB N="5" REF="5"> Enter (as in a Tavern) the whole crew of Ranters, viz. <HI>Apo|status, Violentus, Pigwidgin, Robu&s;tio, A&s;inego, Minks, All-prate, Di&s;&s;imulatio, Ful&s;ome, Incorrigible, Wriggle, Crave-drink.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Spolario.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robust.</SPEAKER>
<P>Drawer <HI>(he knocks)</HI> where's your Ma&s;ter Sirrha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spolar.</SPEAKER>
<P>At hand quoth pick-pur&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fill me all the empty ve&s;&s;ells in the hou&s;e, I'le except none, with pure and &s;parkling Racy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spolar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Chamber-pots and all Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Out Rogue, jeer me! <NOTE PLACE="marg">&s;trikes him.</NOTE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spolar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, oh, oh!</P>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Sychophantio.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sychophant.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter Noble Gentlemen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robust.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Rogue your &s;ervant here&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sychophant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I am much obliged unto your love, that you would deign to ca&s;tigate him; what wine wilt plea&s;e this ho|nour'd company to have brought in, and eke what quantity?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apost.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twould be too tedious and too trouble&s;ome, to drag a But of right Canary hither, fill us &s;ome twenty Gallons of rich Sack, let lights adorn the room in every angle, a pound of right <HI>Varina,</HI> and a gro&s;&s;e of &s;hining pipes, fit for a females touth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Violen.</SPEAKER>
<P>Twenty Flaggons&mdash;'twill not amount to thimble fulls a piece, thirty wil &s;erve to give the on&s;et with.</P>
<L><HI>A little wine, will make's a little rant,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But &s;eas of Sack will not &s;uffice us &s;cant,</HI></L>
<L>when we would reach the highe&s;t pitch of mirth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sychophant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your humble &s;ervant, the wine propos'd &s;hall wait you pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apost.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ki&s;&s;e clo&s;e, ki&s;&s;e clo&s;e my hearts, each &s;uck <HI>Nepenthe</HI> from his females lips, until our <HI>Nectar</HI> do approach.</P>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Sychophantio,</HI> and two Drawers with Wine.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sycho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alll joys wait on this joviall company, this in obedi|ence to your ju&s;t commands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;inego.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rare <HI>Sychophantio,</HI> th'art the be&s;t Steward to <HI>Venus</HI> that ever fill'd quart pot.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apost,</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! ha! ha! Steward to <HI>Bacchus</HI> you mean <HI>A&s;inego,</HI> but
<PB N="6" REF="6"> Wine and Venery are &s;o near allied, 'twas but a &s;light mi&s;take: now drink like Dutchmen (while we &s;ing <HI>Paeans</HI> to the plump cheek'd god) let's tipple till we have &s;wallow'd down their Charter, that for the future, when men quaffe profoundly, they may be &s;aid to drink like us: Here Mrs. <HI>Pigwidgin,</HI> to our next procreation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pigw.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hum, hum, hum!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P>A health to Mrs. <HI>Wriggle,</HI> as &s;econd to our Ma&s;ter; I pro|po&s;e it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wriggle.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank you fellow-creatures, I'le &s;erve either of you &s;oul and body. <NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>They all drink lu&s;tily, while</HI> Apo&s;tatus <HI>whi&s;pers</HI> Do&s;e, <HI>and he goes off.</HI></NOTE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;tio.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lovely Mrs. <HI>All-prate,</HI> in this I <HI>cele|brate the creatures health,</HI> who now is plowing on the angry main, who&s;e &s;addle I &s;upply, hee'l thank me for't.&mdash;</P>
<P>Mrs. <HI>All-prate.</HI> He were a divel el&s;e: Here's to thee dear <HI>Violentus,</HI> this will inable thee 'gain&s;t next perfor|mance, you were faultringly feeble in the la&s;t.</P>
<STAGE>&s;he drinks.</STAGE>
<P>Mrs. <HI>Crave drink.</HI> Here's old drinking to me, have I a dogs face that I'me &s;o neglected?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pigwidgin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Better this Town were buried in the Sea: here dear Mrs. <HI>Crave-dri.</HI> my be&s;t indeavors ever wait upon you.</P>
<STAGE>(he drinks)</STAGE>
<P>Mrs. <HI>All-prate.</HI> Here &s;weet Mr. <HI>Do&s;e:</HI> Ha! where's Mr. <HI>Do&s;e.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Apo&s;tatus</HI> Perhaps gone to evacuate: &s;ee hee's come.</P>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Do&s;e</HI> with a noi&s;e of Fidlers, dancing be|fore them and &s;inging.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am the rar'&s;t Ranter</L>
<L>Of all the whole crew Boys,</L>
<L>And he that denies it,</L>
<L>I'le prove him a Jew Boys,</L>
<L>For roaring; and whoring,</L>
<L>You know I &s;peak true Boys.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Violent.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fit to be Tutor to a Tribe: here fellow-creature, here's a whole &s;la&s;h to thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le pledge thee, wer't to him they call old <HI>Rug:</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;&s;inego.</SPEAKER>
<P>Put off your hats Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apost:</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devill's an A&s;&s;e like thee, and not worth drinking to: &s;trike high ye &s;onnes of <HI>Orpheus</HI> and <HI>Arion.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pigwidgin.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Hall, a Hall:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="7" REF="6">
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;tat.</SPEAKER>
<L>What power may us daunt,</L>
<L>While we &s;ing roar and rant, <NOTE PLACE="marg">They dance confu&s;edly, and &s;ing this &s;ong in parts</NOTE></L>
<L>A fig for the talkative rabble.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;ti.</SPEAKER>
<L>We know what we do,</L>
<L>And to heaven wee'l go</L>
<L>Spight of the Watch, and the Con&s;table.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pigwidg.</SPEAKER>
<L>There's but one Religion,</L>
<L>The Turk with his Pidgeon,</L>
<L>No man &s;hall be puni&s;ht for's Vices;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;inego.</SPEAKER>
<L>All tho&s;e that deny</L>
<L>With us to comply</L>
<L>Are Caterpillars and Cockatrices.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Violent.</SPEAKER>
<L>What more can be crav'd,</L>
<L>We all &s;hall be &s;av'd</L>
<L>Though our lives are never &s;o vicious.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All-pra.</SPEAKER>
<L>What ever we act</L>
<L>'Tis an heavenly fact,</L>
<L>And for our &s;alvation au&s;picious.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Minks.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come &s;ome man or other,</L>
<L>And make me a mother,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wriggle.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let no man fear for to board me:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ful&s;ome.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come as many as will,</L>
<L>I give 'em their fill,</L>
<L>And thank 'em for that they afford me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Incorri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come any &s;trong Rogue</L>
<L>That would fain di&s;imbogue,</L>
<L>Let's mingle, and try who's the &s;tronge&s;t,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;&s;imu.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fain would comply</L>
<L>With him that dare vye</L>
<L>To &s;tand to his tackling the longe&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come my brethren of the Ba&s;e Violl, &s;ome whim, &s;ome ayre, &s;ome catch. <HI>Fidler</HI> The be&s;t and newe&s;t Sir in Town.</P>
<STAGE>He &s;ings.</STAGE>
<L>Now let us &s;tay, and ne're knock off till the envious day</L>
<L>Shall di&s;turb us.</L>
<L>No Con&s;tables &s;taffe, mu&s;t hinder our quaffe,</L>
<L>'Tis the reckoning alone that can curb us.</L>
<PB N="8" REF="7">
<L> Let's mingle in mirth, and drink till our No&s;es</L>
<L>Are brighter then Berry, and redder then Ro&s;es,</L>
<L>He only can rant whom Canary di&s;po&s;es.</L>
<P>This mu&s;t go round, do off your hats till the pavement be crown'd With your Beavers:</P>
<P>A red-coated-face frights the Serjeant and his Mace, And the Con&s;table trembles to &s;hivers.</P>
<L>Then in &s;tate march your faces like &s;ome of the <HI>Quorum,</HI></L>
<L>When the whores do fall down, and the Vulgar adore 'um,</L>
<L>And their No&s;es like link-boys run &s;hining before 'um.</L>
<P>Call, call aloud, and ne're cea&s;e till the pots together crowd In <HI>Battalia;</HI></P>
<L>Let our tipling make known, we came from the Town,</L>
<L>By the vulgar y<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">leped <HI>We&s;tphalia.</HI></L>
<L>Let the Bar-boy go &s;leep, and the Drawers leave roaring,</L>
<L>Our looks &s;hall account for them and a moring,</L>
<L>When &s;uch pimples that ri&s;es &s;hall have a quart &s;coring.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Excellent! did this <HI>Minerva</HI> take flight from <HI>John Taylors,</HI> or <HI>Martin Parkers</HI> brain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fidler.</SPEAKER>
<P>From neitheir Sir, an utter Bare&s;ter fathers 'em, which makes &s;ome laugh, that the fool &s;hould be &s;o ambitious to rock the Cradle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;inego.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweet Mrs. <HI>All prate,</HI> I grow proud beneath the Navell, and mu&s;t needs crave your aid with an <HI>&amp;c.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All-prate:</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I am none of your Jigging girls, who will play with a|ny bable, I am &s;ufficiently acquainted with the flatulency of your Nerve.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;inego:</SPEAKER>
<P>Mum, mum.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apost.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's a health to all our friends in Kent, let her pledge me that dares make the Bea&s;t with tvvo backs before the whole Society.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ful&s;ome.</SPEAKER>
<P>By all the fl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;h on my back, a cordiall motion, the work is pious we attempt, 'twill add to the audacity of our Brethren.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ro.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rare rare, here deare&s;t fellow-creatures, I mean you that walk in <HI>Adonis</HI> Gardens to gather flowers once a moneth, more Wine there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spolar.</SPEAKER>
<P>I come Sir, the Devill choak ye, ye rude Rogues, I mu&s;t think of &s;ome way to be revenged for my broken pate.</P>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Spolario</HI> enters with Wine.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<PB N="9" REF="7">
<HEAD>ACT III. SCENE I.</HEAD>
<P>Enter <HI>Sychophantio.</HI></P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sycho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Honoured Gentlemen; here are two hand&s;ome Females with|out, that de&s;ire admittance into your company.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All-pra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let 'em come in, let 'em come in, I know the parties very well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Conduct 'em to us; two hand&s;ome women &s;ai&s;t thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e:</SPEAKER>
<P>Some of our ovvn Society &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pigwidgin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or el&s;e de&s;ire to be.</L>
<L>The Wine dies upon our hands.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall find it lively enough anon Sir, to the lulling of all your &s;ickly &s;en&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spolar.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall ob&s;erve it &s;trictly Sir: excellent oportunity; I'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e be reveng'd on all for one mans folly.</P>
<P>A&s;&s;i&s;t me <HI>Bachus</HI> in this queint Vagary,</P>
<P>As thou expect'&s;t the &s;ale of thy Canary.</P>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Spolario</HI> with Wine: <HI>Do&s;e</HI> whi&s;pers him, and gives him a paper.</STAGE>
<STAGE>SCENE II. Enter <HI>Idlesby</HI> and <HI>Doe-little.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>All the</HI> Ranters <HI>ri&s;e up and congratulate their ap|proach.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;tat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Welcome ye lovely pair: your amiable a&s;pects do proclaim you come as friends for to a&s;&s;ociate us; treachery cannot lurk under &s;uch looks, vvhere <HI>Cupid</HI> and the <HI>Graces</HI> love to lodge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pigwidgin:</SPEAKER>
<P>Excellent creatures! Oh my bodkin troubles me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Viol.</SPEAKER>
<P>They rivall <HI>Venus,</HI> mother <HI>Dione, Juno</HI> her &s;elf, or fair <HI>Astioche.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All prate:</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e faces are unknovvn to me, yet welcome fellow-crea|tures.</P>
<STAGE><HI>They all ki&s;&s;e the two new</HI> Ranters.</STAGE>
<P><HI>Idlesby,</HI> Knovv holy crevv, the fame of your fair lives, having once reach'd my ears, &s;et me a longing to be made one of your ble&s;t Society, more then vvhen I vvas big vvith my Son <HI>Toby,</HI> and needs mu&s;t eat a piece of ro&s;ted Bacon: be pleas'd to name me one of your A&s;&s;ociates, and I dare challenge Superiority above an Ea&s;tern Queen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doe-little.</SPEAKER>
<P>She &s;peaks my thoughts, and my de&s;ires.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>They've certified enough, vvhat need prolixity?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Violent.</SPEAKER>
<P>Drink to the tvvo beauties, and then imitate them vvith mem|bers of our bodies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P>Drink deep my hearts for joy of this new Union.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="10" REF="8">
<SPEAKER>Pigwidgin.</SPEAKER>
<P>And let the &s;tream of the &s;trong Indian weed involve us as we &s;it i'th clouds.</P>
<STAGE>They drink healths round, &s;moaking unani|mou&s;ly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>So this was punctually perform'd: this (my pair of Beauties) is the fir&s;t graduall &s;tep to your uni|ting; come fellow-creatures now unto our Ceremo|nies.</P>
<STAGE><HI>All the old</HI> Ranters <HI>hand in hand &s;urround the two new ones (who are upon their knees) &s;inging about them.</HI></STAGE>
<P><HI>The Song.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Round round all in a ring,</L>
<L>Fellow-creatures let us &s;ing:</L>
<L>Here are two that come to be</L>
<L>Annext to our Society:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Viole.</SPEAKER>
<P>By <HI>Pluto's</HI> Crown, <HI>Pro&s;erpines</HI> hair,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Cerberus</HI> yell, <HI>Alecto's</HI> chair,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pig.</SPEAKER>
<P>By <HI>Epicurus</HI> happy life,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P>And <HI>Me&s;&s;alina, Claudius</HI> wife;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;ine.</SPEAKER>
<P>By <HI>&V;enus</HI> Gloves, and <HI>Lais</HI> paint,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>By <HI>Iezabel</HI> our chiefe&s;t Saint:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All-p.</SPEAKER>
<P>By Goats de&s;ires, and Monkies heat,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ful&s;o.</SPEAKER>
<P>Spani&s;h flies and &s;tirring meat,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crav.</SPEAKER>
<P>By the vigour of an hor&s;e,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;&s;i.</SPEAKER>
<P>By all things of &s;trength and force,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Incor.</SPEAKER>
<P>By <HI>Alcides</HI> back of &s;teel,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wrig.</SPEAKER>
<P>By <HI>Ioves</HI> e&s;capes, <HI>Omphales</HI> wheel,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo.</SPEAKER>
<L>We adopt the&s;e happy pair,</L>
<L>Of our Liberties to &s;hare:</L>
<STAGE>They di&s;&s;olve their hands.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All-p.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ari&s;e, ari&s;e, ble&s;t &s;ouls, and know,</L>
<L>Now you may rant, <HI>cum privelegio.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now having fini&s;hed this pious work, let's drink deep healths unto the happy &s;olace, we of the &s;hirt may find with the&s;e two Si&s;ters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;iolentus:</SPEAKER>
<P>What ho! &s;ome Wine and more Tobacco there.</P>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Spolario</HI> with Wine.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spolario:</SPEAKER>
<P>Here Gentlemen, novv <HI>Rhamnu&s;ia</HI> aid me in my revenge, vovvd for my broken &s;cull, that which <HI>Do&s;e</HI> gave me for to &s;pice <HI>Pig|widgins</HI> cup, I've mix 'mong&s;t all this vvine&mdash;ha&mdash;tho&s;e tvvo faces I have
<PB N="11" REF="8"> &s;een e're novv in milder company: <HI>he &s;pies</HI> Idlesby <HI>and</HI> Doe-little! O&s;trange, they tvvo turn'd Ranters! I'le pre&s;ently acquaint their hu&s;|bands vvith't:</P>
<P>Drink deep my Rogues untill you fall a&s;leep,</P>
<P>A guard I'le fetch, your per&s;ons &s;afe to keep.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Me thinks vv'are dul, quite lo&s;t unto our liquor: this quart I'le &s;vuallovv: novv fair Mrs. <HI>Idlesby</HI> and <HI>Doe-little,</HI> to tho&s;e dulced joys we &s;hall make ours the time we mingle limbs.</P>
<STAGE>They drink a|pace one to a|nother.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Violent.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis almo&s;t midnight&mdash;come, vve lo&s;e time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wonder <HI>Pigwidgin</HI> holds up &s;o long, art &s;ure <HI>Spolario</HI> gave it him?</P>
<STAGE><HI>He whi&s;pers</HI> Do&s;e.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P>O doubt it not, there's plummets hangs upon my eye-lids, I hardly can keep open the ca&s;ements.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;ine.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goodnight Brethren of the ranting humour, I mu&s;t needs &s;nore a while:</P>
<STAGE>They all fal a&s;leep.</STAGE>
<P>Enter <HI>Spolario</HI> with the Con&s;table, and the Watch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spolar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a word to my Ma&s;ter&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never fear it, the State &s;hall give thee thanks for this di&s;covery: I charge you my friends in the Kings Name, <HI>cry mercy in the Name of the Keepers of the Liberties of England,</HI> to indeavour to awake the&s;e per&s;ons as well by kicking as pinching, and other laudable means, according to the Statute.</P>
<P>1. <HI>Watchman:</HI> Sir 'tis in vain, they have drunk them&s;elves dead, or el&s;e (as the wi&s;e man &s;aith) are dead drunk.</P>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Sycophantio.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sycho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Noble Mr. Con&s;table, What's the matter here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Matter quoth you? Sir you keep a di&s;ordered hou&s;e; the State &s;hall know it: for ought I know the&s;e men and women here have drunk their lives away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sycho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile a&s;&s;ure you Sir they had not above a pottle of Sack among&s;t 'em, I wonder at the accident.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Call me a hackney ve&s;&s;ell hither, Ile have them (drunk or dead as they are) to Finsbury, 'twill be a peece of extraordinary ju&s;tice: every man take one of the&s;e on his back (pay your &s;elves for your portage with what you find in their pockets) lay them in &s;eemly ranks within the coach, and guard them hence to Finsbury.</P>
<P>2. <HI>VVatchman.</HI> It &s;hall be done Sir.</P>
<STAGE>[They beare off the bodies.]</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<PB N="9" REF="9">
<HEAD>ACT IV. SCENE I.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Apostatus, A&s;inego, Robustio, Violentus, Do&s;e, Pigwidgin, Minks, Crave-drink, Ful&s;ome, All-prate, Incorrigible, Di&s;&s;imulatio, Idlesby, Doe-little,</HI> as in Finsbury Goal a&s;leep. <HI>Robu&s;t.</HI> fir&s;t awakes.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robust.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tother quort my hearts; this health de&s;erves, the highe&s;t celebration. What all a&s;leep! drunk as I live. <NOTE PLACE="marg">He looks a|bout him. He knocks.</NOTE> Ha! this room is &s;trangely alter'd &s;ince la&s;t night. The Rogue <HI>Sycophantio</HI> has put a trick upon us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clink.</SPEAKER>
<P>What want you Sir?</P>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Clink.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rob.</SPEAKER>
<P>Want &s;ay'&s;t thou? prethee what place is this? where's <HI>Sycophantio?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clink.</SPEAKER>
<P>This, my friend, is Finsbury, a receptacle of theeves, debters, and drunkards: I am the Keeper of the place.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's a miracle: prethee how came we here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clink.</SPEAKER>
<P>A coach Sir brought you hither, and a Con&s;table.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robust.</SPEAKER>
<P>So ho, &s;o ho, &s;o ho! <HI>He wakes the re&s;t</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apost.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweet &s;i&s;ter, I am not now di&s;pos'd for dalliance; another time Ile doubly do my duty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robust.</SPEAKER>
<P>What ho! They have drank <HI>Laethe</HI> &s;ure, &s;ome Poppey or Mandragora: W'are all undone: A Con&s;table and his Watch (like &s;aw|cy Devills) have given us tran&s;portation to this Goal, we know not when nor how.</P>
<STAGE>They all awake.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Idle.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mercy on me; where are are we now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;ine.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then fill more wine, it makes us divine;</L>
<L>Here's a health to <HI>Thomas</HI> the Tinker.</L>
<L>Ha! What &s;table's this?</L>
<STAGE>Looks about him as in a maze.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Idle.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Mrs. <HI>Doe-little!</HI> w'are all undone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doe-little.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace fool; are we not all Ranters? That <NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Do&s;e whi&s;per|ing</HI> Apo&s;ta|tus.</NOTE> very epithete is of force enough to protect us again&s;t our husbands violence. This Rogue <HI>Spolario</HI> has &s;poil'd us all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hould have followed my advice, and done the task I did pre&s;cribe your &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VVriggle.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Pigwidgin,</HI> what will become of us!</P>
</SP>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENE II.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Mr. <HI>Horn</HI> and Mr. <HI>Byas,</HI> husbands to <HI>Idlesby</HI> and <HI>Doe-little</HI> (in di&s;guize) truncheons in their hands.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;tatus.</SPEAKER>
<P>What are you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horn.</SPEAKER>
<P>As you are, Ranters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;tio.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ranters? <HI>Byas,</HI> yes Ranters, our women are all in com|mon.</P>
<PB N="13" REF="9">
<L> We drink quite drunk together, &s;hare our Oaths,</L>
<L>If one mans cloak be rent, all tear their Cloaths.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you are one with us, you will &s;ub&s;cribe unto the&s;e &s;everall Articles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horn.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir let's hear 'em, we are pliant boys.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Imprimis, <HI>That you believe you are the be&s;t &s;ervants to heaven, when you roar lowde&s;t, drink deepe&s;t, &s;wear profounde&s;t, whore the oftne&s;t, &s;wear the execrablest, and rant the highe&s;t. Byas.</HI> very good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Item, <HI>That you acknowledge your &s;elves obliged to prostrate each man his wife to the u&s;e of his fellow-creature, and are &s;o far from loathing the form of the act, that you would renounce and di&s;claim her, in ca&s;e &s;he deny a complyance.</HI> Item, <HI>That you have taken an Oath to</HI> Bacchus <HI>(having &s;olemnly &s;worn over a quart of Canary) to be drunk at lea&s;t five times a week, and to u&s;e your utmo&s;t indeavours to convert all out of the faith, to our manner of life and wor&s;hip.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horn.</SPEAKER>
<P>All this we were long &s;ince &s;worn to, and to give you full &s;a|tisfaction in that point, the females here of your Society mu&s;t go along with us for &s;atisfaction.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pigwidgin.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope <HI>Wriggle</HI> thou wilt not go along with the&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wriggle.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh husband 'twere a &s;in for to deny 'em, wee'l be a while in private with our new Brethren.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirs, though our Laws allovv an equall &s;hare to all of our So|ciety with their women, we fir&s;t mu&s;t be a&s;&s;ur'd you are of us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horn.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more di&s;pute, they mu&s;t along.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robu&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mu&s;t, they &s;hall not Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byas.</SPEAKER>
<L>We Citizens are expos'd to lead &s;trange lives,</L>
<L>When we are forc'd to fight for our own wives.</L>
<P><HI>They fall together by the ears, the Ranters are &s;oundly beaten; and their women carried off.</HI></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Clink, Horn, Byas, Idlesby, Doe-little,</HI> and the re&s;t of the &s;he-Ranters.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byas.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Mr. <HI>Clink,</HI> you have extremely obliged our gratitudes: good Sir, what have you done with the other gang?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clink.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ene clapt 'um altogether in one room; they are &s;trange fel|lows, and may be well call'd Ranters; they have uncloath'd them&s;elves unto their &s;hirts, and their apparell they have laid to gage for &s;trong
<PB N="14" REF="10"> drink and Tobacco: they drink healths, and &s;wear and roar, as if they felt no cold, each with a pair of irons on his heels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horn.</SPEAKER>
<P>You u&s;e our fellow-creatures too &s;everely, but 'tis not in our powers to help the matter: let us intreat you deare&s;t Si&s;ters all, to fol|low Mr. <HI>Clink</HI> to the next room; we will begin with the&s;e two Ladies fir&s;t, and &s;o with all of you by turns.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clink.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come Ladies</P>
<STAGE><HI>All &s;ave</HI> Idlesby <HI>and</HI> Doe-little <HI>go off with</HI> Clink.</STAGE>
<P>To'ther go naked for their plea&s;ures, you</P>
<P>Shall for my profit be as naked too.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horn.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now thou vile &s;trumpet, do&s;t thou know this face?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Idlesby.</SPEAKER>
<P>My husband! Oh I am undone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byas.</SPEAKER>
<P>Impudent whore, is this your zeal to goodne&s;&s;e, to journey eve|ry morn e're &s;ix a clock unto S. <HI>Antholins</HI> to hear a Lecture, with a great Bible of Geneva print; your Table-book too, to take Sermon notes?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doe-little.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take heed Sir what you do, I am a Ranter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byas.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes whore, I find thou art.</L>
<L>I can rant too for a need,</L>
<L>The&s;e are but fillips, I &s;hould make thee bleed.</L>
<STAGE>Beats her.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doe-little:</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, oh! dear husband.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horn:</SPEAKER>
<P>This puni&s;hment is too poor for their de&s;erts: you hu&s;wife I'le not beat, or &s;purn, I will do more then that: the&s;e cloaths I gave you, come unca&s;e, unca&s;e.</P>
<STAGE>Pulls off her cloaths.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byas.</SPEAKER>
<P>You minion mu&s;t participate her fate.</P>
<STAGE>Tears off her cloaths.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Idlesby.</SPEAKER>
<P>For heavens &s;ake husband pardon me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horn.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art beyond the bounds of ab&s;olution.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byas:</SPEAKER>
<P>Ene go together, the&s;e would comber you: now you are fitter to dance <HI>Lavaltoes.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doe-little:</SPEAKER>
<P>Can you be &s;o hard hearted?</P>
<STAGE>Idlesby <HI>and</HI> Doe-little <HI>in their &s;mocks.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byas.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes I'le a&s;&s;ure you, no th'art a right Ranter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horn.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here I for ever take my leave of thee: nay, no whining now: &s;ee here are all your <HI>fellow-Caco-Oxmons&mdash;</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byas:</SPEAKER>
<P>Go, go, mingle your &s;elves among&s;t 'em, 'tis but in vain to tire me with Petitions.</P>
<STAGE>Doe-little <HI>upon her knees begging.</HI></STAGE>
<P>I'le get me a new Mate, but I'le beware whom I wed for thy &s;ake, whom I dur&s;t once have &s;worn to be mo&s;t vertuous.</P>
<PB N="15" REF="10">
<P> Enter <HI>Apo&s;tatus, Violentus, A&s;inego, Do&s;e, Robu&s;tio, Minks, Ful&s;ome,</HI> and all the She-Ranters in their &s;hirts and &s;mocks, a Bea|dle with a whip, and other Officers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beadle.</SPEAKER>
<P>March fa&s;ter Gentlemen Ranters, march fa&s;ter; I have others that wait to be di&s;patch'd as well as you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;inego.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Apo&s;tatus,</HI> what &s;hall we do!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;tatus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe? be as thou art in &s;hew, a man, and bear affliction pa|tiently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;inego.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Sir, but when affliction comes like a fury, with a Whip in her hand! Oh 'tis a &s;ore triall; would I had never learn't the Art of Ran|ting.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horn.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here Sir, take this She-Ranter in among&s;t the re&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byas:</SPEAKER>
<P>And this too, &s;he is one of the Society, though of a younger date.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Robust.</SPEAKER>
<P>The more the merrier, I am re&s;olv'd to Rant it to the la&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horn.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewell &s;weet <HI>Idlesby;</HI> now we mu&s;t part,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byas.</SPEAKER>
<P>La&s;h my wife well prethee, I'le pay thee for't.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
<P>VVritten by <HI>S. S.</HI> Gent.</P>
<P><HI>Licen&s;ed and Publi&s;hed according to Order:</HI></P>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FJNJS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
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