ALthough the Semi-Circle of Your Highness be (at present) Elivate above the full Orb of my Holiness, I Conjure you by Bell, Book, and Candle, seriously to consider your Proceedings against me, and my Catholick Church; which (as a Lilly among Thorns) I lately Planted in England and Scotland; and you (to the great grief of all the Mem­bers of my Sacred Conclave, and Zealous Favourites of my Spiri­tual Court) have almost rooted up. Call to mind and tremble at my Great Power, Prudence, and Supremacy; and that I am God up­on Earth, Seventy Seven times greater than the greatest Emperor in the World. Remember what I have done to mighty Monarchs, Kings, and Puissant Princes, whose Glory and high Looks I have laid in the Dust, till they have willingly submitted their stubborn Necks to my Iron Yoak, and humbly bowed their Heads to salute my holy Feet. Did not my Predecessor Pope Gregory the 7th. (who Poisoned Nine Popes, in Thirteen Years space, to make way for himself to the Pope­dome) for want of due Worship and Honour, Excommunicate and Depose the Emperor Henry, both from his Crown and Empire; Dis­charge all his Subject [...] of their Allegiance, and give his Crown to Rodolphus Duke of Swevia? till he, with his Empress and young Son, cloath'd in Sack-cloath, came bare Foot, in the cold of Win­ter, and begg'd Pardon three days, without Access, at his Sump­tuous Gates. Did not Pope Pascal the 2d. stir up Henry the 5th. to rebel against his Old Father the Emperor? who by the assistance of his Holiness) beat him from his Empire; so that he lived and [Page 4] dy'd miserable, and lay five Years above ground, without burying, at the Pope's command. Did not Pope Alexander the 3d. put his Foot upon the Emperor Frederick's Neck, and tread upon him as he had been a Dog? Did not Pope Celestine the 3d. Crown the Emperor Henry the 6th. and his Empress Constantina with his Feet? and (throwing off the Crowns with his Toe) say, I have Power to make and unmake Kings and Emperors? Did not Adrian the 4th. fall out with the Emperor Frederick, for holding his wrong Stirrup? and would not Crown him for three days, till he begg'd his Holiness pardon. Did not Clement the 5th. cause his Hangman to take Francis Dandalus a Venetian Duke, bind him with Chains, and throw him under his Table, to gnaw Bones with his Dogs? Did not Innocent the 4th. call Henry the 3d. King of England, his Vas­sal, Slave, and Page; whom (at pleasure) he might Imprison, and put to open shame? Did not Pope Benedict the 9th. send to France, the two Sons of Charlemain, with their Mother Birtha, the Widow Queen? who humbly brought them to his Holiness to be Crown'd; where, (with the poor King of Lombardy, and his Wife and Chil­dren) they were kept in Prison, till the day of their death; for dis­obliging their Uncle, the Emperor Charles, the Popes special Friend, and great Favourite. The Cries of poor Widows and Orphans, I value no more than the cackling of Hens. Blood and Wounds are my daily Delight. Murthers, Battles, Treasons, Conspiracies, and the turning of Kingdoms up-side down, are to me but ordinary Recre­ations, and May-Games. With my Tail or Cynosure, I drew the Stars of Heaven backwards, and throw them to the Earth. I be­witch the World with Signs and lying Wonders, and perswade peo­ple out of their Senses; to believe that I can Make, Worship, and Eat, an Immortal Deity, of ordinary Bread. How many Princes have I poysoned in my Sacrament? which my Emissaries have Transubstan­tiate into a Devil, rather than a God. How many Kingdoms have I ruin'd? How many Common-wealths have I overturned? How many Cities have I razed? And how many Millions of Christians have I sacrificed to my vindictive Power and Greatness? And dare [Page 5] you Cope with me? Remember what I did to John King of England, whom my holy Monk Stephan poisoned in Lincoln-shi [...]e. Come then to me in a humble manner, as to God's Deput, Christ's Vicar, and St. Peter's Successor, and restore all my Church-Lands, which my Ancestors have (for several Generations) purloined from Kings and Princes, for the sanctified Use of the holy Chair; and swear fealtly to me, as to your Supream-Head, and holy Father; and I will be reconciled to you and all English-Men. Yea, (tho' Peter King of Arragon, willingly bought his Salvation from Pope Innocent the 3d. at the rate of his Crown and Kingdom,) I will freely pardon you all your Sins, past, present, and to come. And for your un­ruly Rabble; (that indigested lump of Ignorance, and percipitan­cy) I will have compassion on them, and send them as many old use­less Merits, and Works of Supererogation, as would laden a Spanish Armado; which will send them (in a perpendicular line) to Hea­ven, without touching at Purgatory. And (to ingratiate my self fur­ther in the Kingdom of England's Favour) I will Licentiate your Ladies of pleasure in London, and all Females in general there, to Whore, pick pockets, for a Julio or Six pence a week: which is no more than my own Order of Harlots pay at Rome, and all Ita­ly over. And to all Men within the Walls of London, and Westmin­ster, I will freely give Liberty to be as intimate with their Neighbours Wives, as ever Pope Hildebrand was with Mathilda, the Marquess of East's Lady: Or Pope Alexander the 6th. was with his own Daughter Lucretia. And (in one Word) I will let the Inhabitants of the whole Isle of Britain fulfil their Hearts desire, in all kind of Villanies and Abominations, without sinning. For (as Bellarm. tells you,) I can make that which is Sin, no Sin; and that which is no Sin, Sin. But if you will not submit your self, nor humble your Highness to my Holyness; then will I cloath my self with cursing, and take the Thunderbolt of Excommunication in my mouth, with the Sword of Supremacy, I will cut asunder the Cords of Unity, and with the breath of my mouth, will I dissipate the peace of all Nati­ons. I will incense my Rebellious first born, His most Christian [Page 6] Majesty of FRANCE, to invade your Territories, burn you [...] Cities, put your Males to the edge of the Sword, and rip up your Women with Child, without pitty or compassion; as he lately served your Tribe in his own Kingdom: And as I once served the Walden­ses and Albigenses. I will privately contrive your overthrow, by my desperate Jesuites, Monks, and Friers; whom I will after Death Canonize, for Murther, Mischief, and Conspiracy. I will found an Order of Irish Cut-Throats, (men mighty for Mischief) who will divide the Wind-pipes of all Protestants, and substract breath from their whole Bodies. They shall dig as deep as Purga­tory for the Contrivance of a new Gun powder Treason; and make a Covenant with Hell, for your Destruction. And (if I can bring my projects to a period) I will hold a Spiritual Court in Smith fi [...]ld, and decide all Controversies with Fire and Faggot; till I levil the Na­tion with the Dust, and make the Isle of great Britain acknowledge me for their Superiour. Finally, I cannot but resent your Deportment towards my Neice, your Glorious, Queen, who left England with­out bidding Farewill to her favourites; only taking along with her the Prince of Wales, whom you term her supposed Son. But it is an Hy­perbole, beyond the Conception of Humanity, that a King, pretend­ing to so much Reason, Religion and Piety, should Praise, (or ra­ther mock) God for a Child, whilst his Queen had lonely conceived a Pillow, and was brought to Bed of a Cushion, to Cheat his Subjects of their Ancient and Royal Line, and his own Posterity of their Crowns and Kingdoms. This was the old contrivance of another Mary-Queen; but Philip was more a man than to own the Brat of Sophistry, and Father the Impudence of so villanous a Fact. But let the Pro­duction be what it will, Real or Imaginary, my Singing of Te Deum in St Mary's Church in Rome, is enough both to Naturalize and Le­gitimate it Lawful Prince of Wales, and Apparent Heir to the Crowns of Three Kingdoms. I have sent you this Letter by Guido Faux, the Younger; whose Brains are big of a Gun-Pouder Plot: therefore (as you love your Life and Well-being) honour him, with all and as much Respects as it were I my Self. Father Peter Saluteth you with [Page 7] my whole Consitory of Cardinals, and Clargy-men of my Sacred Con­clave. I desire to be Remembred to Titus Oats, and Samuel Johnson, If the Tide turn, I will talk with them, and reward them, according to their Fidelity. Thus expecting a speedy Answer, before I proceed any further, in my great Designs I continue