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Ignatius. Bear witness, my dearly beloved, and consider this acceptance as an assured mark of my unbiassed esteem, love, faithsul adherence, and fidelity i relinquishing all spiritual substances as was heretosore by papists inculcated in our brain, robbing that Lord God of our new philosophy, of this our enlightened age and northern hemisphere of his glory, honour, and exalted title of Lord God, due to none but himself.

Moses. The bell tolls, the corpse is arrived, let's away.

Sexton. Gentlemen, I beg your pardon, I am called away with the lanthorn.

Moses. This gentleman is brother to the deceased, he purposes to remain with the corpse this night; here are two ducats, you know, Rabbi Moses i leave me the key and lanthorn.

Club. You are fast bound and well secured in this your heroic courage and zeal for the new philosophy of this our enlightened age and northern hemisphere is firmly fixed and established evermore.

Ignatius. Bear witness to my joy and endearments, delightfol banquet* (kisses the corpse, and sucks the purging matter s rom the ;viouth, nostrils, and eyes) she delights that are properly digested from our Lord God, the Brain. Ambrosia teaches wisdom. I will here seast, hug, kiss, wallow, and solace myself with inebriating and ineffable delights.

Moses. The comsorts of a reprobate are detestable to the l iwest and last degree. I shall puke. Let us retire. I can hold out no longer.

P Ignatius.

rjXgnatru*.. I now exult in copying pur> greats jjajtiarcb, the great philosopher, .who reigns unequalled in the annals of the new philosophy shis our enlightened age and northern hemi.^ sphere, the noble and magnanimous Voltaire, who delighted in what no other would touch, and in his last hour fed voluptuously on his own excrement.

. .Moses. ,We now leave you to pass the night 'i» the horrors of a dungeon. Adieu. Ailretire to. their.respective hornet • •, . .

. f, v State changes. Luther's apartment*, ,;

,r .Luther in bed. O my belly, I sear you will burst. O my belly, how much do you resemble the tower of Babel? Babylon,. Babylon is become the receptacle and hold for every unclean' beast and hatesul bird, which are devouring their Lord and Bishop, as, the vulture, Prometheus*

Enter Host and Midwife.

Host. My Lord Bishop, how do ye? T have obeyed your commands.

Luther. Well done, you good and faithful* servant I am ready; see that all things are made ready, and I will arise to put the sinishing stroke. • , . .

Midwife. My lord, all things are ready. Will you be pleased to prop yourself up$n your sour standers? . Luther, hn is all this? what are you ar, Nincompoop? 3

.Vs.. . J . Midwife.

Mithuife. I don't sears mf Ldrd;' wfteii you liave' renewed the clyster, Bat you' will "favour us with a hearty poop, it will much'YelievB you. ; Host', Your 'brethren;'the new philosophers

.of this enlightened age and northern hemiTphere; understanding that your lord snip's lise is in jeopardy, from a group of voracious, greedy, and ravenous animals; who have huddled them

• selves clandestinely with secret craftiness into your lordship's belly, being farthered by information that you were seated on the summit of their new philosophy of this our enlightened age and northern hemisphere, dictaring.and displaying surprising seats of chivalry, have deputed this'good woman, Mother Midnight-cap,

5*b' your delivery, craving sor the honour and love you distinguish yourself in greatness of heroism and generalship in your new philoso

- phy of this our enlightened age and northern hemisphere, that you will vouchsase the acceptance of a draught to alleviate and set free your abdominous from the danger that threatens your lordship.

Midwife. My lord, it is a persect nosegay; I intreat your lordship's condescension; it will bequeath great harmony to the parts; pray do it, 1 beseech your lordship. .' . Ltttber. Nincompoop, you are beseeching to make a meal, but in what manner am 1 to receive it? I am as sharp set as you would wish, if you would make ready.'

Host. All is ready prepared, nothing is deficient, is your lordship will put yourself in a proper posture.

• . , Pa Midwife. ''MMife'. Fray, your. ferdfliip^ thewiatcerdr j.tist?the thing, iaeithef hot nor cold, a^propeir warmth. ";. . '"• «• .Liis;;..;.* L'G

'Ltriher. But then, and.sflippose, and the like of that, do you mungiej as the.saying is, Will you have me eat as a pig, with what am•I t<J etft'up the haggis? Jackanapes, why don't you layt the cloth and put the bowl, wirh plates, knise, fork and bread, as is usual? You know 1 am particularly sond of a Scotch haggis.'

. Host.. My lord, you are under a mistake j'you stand not in need of either plate, knise, fork or bread. A napkin under your chin, I grant, maybe proper, to prevent drivelling on the bed.

.Midwife. I shall be caresul to catch the drivel, my lord,. so that your bed will receive none of its contents.

'iMher. Are you mad or drunk, Nincomrioddy? how dare you bring hither an old Bedlamite to produce from the royal philosophers of this our enlightened age and norihern hemisphere one of the most delicious haggeses my eyes ever beheld, and yet will not prepare the table for my meal, as usual. I have a greac mind, Sirrah, but am a priest, and must not glve^scandal. My zeal is unsurmountable.. 7'.Host. My lord, you mistake; the compoS^ tion is not a hagges. it is a clyster, to be.ad.* ministered, as the saying is, or the like of that. 'Midwife. ' My lord, there is no longer time W parleys' noW6r.nc\*er> asthe old womenffay^ r' LutbtYi Nmny^ hammer, iyoq bave thrdton the laWyeic i*t& this^ld JWaman, evade;3ooc agreemeHt, aicofd^g ^ waar.'lbkinh prdmife, to.pafs receipts and bear my expence$4Bft;jjerfeoiribving or. dead, until I arrive safe in good Old England, in lieu of which you soster art ©Jdl witcfi, with gim-cum.crack, that cannot be bansquetted upon, tantalizing without fruit. .I {hall, take no step until the agreement is signed, the. quicker the better; for I will not promise that 1 shall not lose .my wind, and then you look to .it; See what a .navel you have made me with your cat's head. • ;i.^., r . I

Host. My Lord Bishop, I beg you will prop and, poize yourself in a proper attitude on youtr quadrupedes, so that Mother Midnight, I beg ten thousand pardons, Mrs. Mid-cap, Nightpa^; what,numberless mistakes man is subject %o & among the number I stand foremost. Ma.* dam, lay the cloth secure. i^oinoT W

rMidwife* AU things are now ready for admiBistricioa. Pray, my lprd, endeavour to xouze youtself, that you may be placed in a fayp^gf able aod polite state, that c - j. ,

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