Writ Madrigals and Doggerel on the Times,
And charg’d you all with your Fore-fathers Crimes;
Nay, confidently swore no Plot was true,
But that so slily carried on by you:
Raised horrid Scandals on you, hellish Stories,
In Conventicles how you eat young Tories;
As Jew did heretofore eat Christian Suckling;
And brought an Odium_ on your pious Gutling:
When this is all Malice it self can say,
You for the good Old Cause devoutly eat and pray.
Though this one Text were able to convert ye,
Ye needy Tribe of Scriblers to the Party;
Yet there are more advantages than these,
For write, invent, and make what Plots you please,
The wicked Party keep your Witnesses;
Like frugal Cuckold-makers you beget
Brats that secur’d by others fires shall sit.
Your Conventicling Miracles out-do
All that the Whore of_ Babylon e’er knew:
By wondrous art you make Rogues honest Men,
And when you please transform ’em Rogues again.
To day a Saint, if he but hang a Papist,
Peach a true Protestant, your Saint’s turn’d Atheist:
And dying Sacraments do less prevail,
Than living ones, though took in Lamb’s-Wool-Ale.
Who wou’d not then be for a Common-weal,
To have the Villain covered with his Zeal?
A Zeal, who for Convenience can dispense
With Plays provided there’s no Wit nor Sense.
For Wit’s profane, and Jesuitical,
And Plotting’s Popery, and the Devil and all.
We then have fitted you with one to day,
’Tis writ as ’twere a Recantation Play;
Renouncing all that has pretence to witty,
T’oblige the Reverend Brumighams o’th’ City:
No smutty Scenes, no Jests to move your Laughter,
Nor Love that so debauches all your Daughters.
But shou’d the Torys now,—who will desert me,
Because they find no dry bobs on your Party,
Resolve to hiss, as late did Popish Crew, |
By Yea and Nay, she’ll throw her self on you, |
The grand Inquest of Whigs, to whom she’s true. |
Then let ’em rail and hiss, and damn their fill,
Your Verdict will be Ignoramus still.
Don Carlos, Governour of Cadiz, young
in love with Julia, Mr. Smith
Antonio, a Merchant, young and rich. Friend to Carlos,
in love with Clara, but promis’d to Isabella, Mr. Wiltshire
Francisco, old and rich, Husband to Julia, and
Father to Isabella, Mr. Nokes.
Baltazer, Father to Julia and Clara, Mr. Bright. Sebastian, Father to Antonio, Mr. Freeman. Guzman, Gentlemen to Carlos, Mr. Underhill. Guiliom, a Chimney-Sweeper; the False Count, Mr. Lee. Two overgrown Pages to the False Count, A little Page to the False Count. Petro, Cashier to Antonio. Page to Don Carlos. Captain of a Gally. Two Seamen. Lopez, Servant to Baltazer. Several disguis’d like Turks.