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A Phanatick PLAY.
THE FIRST PART, As it was preſented before and by the Lord Fleetwood, Sir Arthur Haſilrig, Sir Henry Vane, the Lord Lambert, and others, laſt Night, WITH Maſter Jeſter and Maſter Pudding.
This is the Firſt Edition.
The Knave the chiefeſt Card hath won the day, Had not the KINGcome in whilſt they did Play.
London Printed in the Year, 166
Pudding, how is it now?
Never more at hearts eaſe in all my life.
What news at Weſtminſter to day?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, fa, la, la, ha, ha, fa, la.
Tell me Mr. Puding what you laugh at that I may laugh with you and be merry.
I am going to ſee a Play, a new Play af
But prethee tell me who plays the devils part.
In good truth Sir Arthur Haſilrigg.
He's full of compunction is he not?
He hates Charles Stuart inveterately, be
What! my Lord Lambert, Sir Arthur Haſilrigg, and Sir Henry Vane, well met all three of you, whither are all of you bound you go ſo faſt, & want your horſes? what all alike, all alike!
I am bound for the Weſt, to viſit Sir George Booth, and I hope he will make me wel
The Divel he wil; he cannot chuſe but make you welcome, with a Fox to you.
Sir, I am going to Portſmouth, for I hope they will entertaine me with all reſpect.
Thou lookeſt ſo like the Divel that they will raiſe the Bulwarks of the great guns againſt your highneſs.
I am bound to my country houſe for my healths ſake, thank the Rump.
I'le turn Doctor, and give you a Scotch pil; fear you not an Apothecary, for I was MounNol with the great Noſe; my Pils wrought ſo effectually that they brought him to reſt.
Puddings pils will make you ſhit out your diſeaſe as freely as you was ſhit out of the Rump, your ſelf, and eaſe your diſcontents.
May it pleaſe your honours to play one game at Honours, & I'le furniſh you with Cards?
What will you play for John Lambert.
An Engliſh Crown if you pleaſe.
I'le deal, Lambert do you ſhuffle, and Pudding ſhal cut and we'l play the knaves to the pur
I like not his cheating play, he Jugles, I'le play no longer, I'le play no longer, by my BiDurham, he's a falſe player.
I'le ſhuffle the Cards my ſelfe.
Vane, you play Legerdemain under-hand, ſee how he culs out the Knaves, to put them into his own hands, and cheat us all, but we want a fourth man to make up the ſet.
I'le play if you pleaſe.
Not with us, we'l have no fools.
If you had caſt all the knaves then.
You ſhall be my partner then.
With all my heart, I will, I will.
Shuffle Gaffer General Fleetwood.
Vane, I ſee, muſt of neceſſity be with me, Gaffer Fleetwood, you are a cunning Gamſter, and the cheatingeſt player in this Nation, play fair or I will kick you out of the Company.
Hark, hark, a noiſe, a noiſe!
What iſt, what iſt, hey, hey, hey,
The North wind, it blows ſtrong.
Lambert ſhut you the dore, keepe out the wind, riſe and begone, I'le keepe your ſtake, and my own I'le warrant you.
Gaffer Fleetwood, thats fowl play, to ſend Lambert to ſhut the door whilſt you run away with all the money.
Hold thy tongue, there's half a piece for thee; if any enquire for me, tell them I am gone to the Committee of Safety.
Lambert is come again, call them away, to come and play out their game, I ſay.
Come all away, come all away, ſit down.
Deal Fleetwood, deal Fleetwood, why are you ſo ſlow to deal to others, and ſo quick to deal to your ſelf, we all weight upon you?
I am ſure he ſent me to ſhut the door, and carried away my money inſtead of his own.
Sirs you doe not make uſe of your time, know not you that the Drums will beat buy and buy, are you mad, make uſe of time, whilſt time is to be had.
Play quick, ſilently, and now play round.
Who dealt, who dealt this round?
My Lord General Fleetwood.
If he be all wood, ſound or rotten t'wil burn.
Can you tell whether here or in Hell?
He'l have all the whole pack except four.
What four I wiſh for no more—
What the Divel ale you Haſilrig, blow in my blowing box, and I will ſhew you how to Conjure, command what you pleaſe in your thoughts, it ſhall be performed by your blaſt, blow ſtrong ſweet or ſower.
I have blown ſuch a blaſt; my mind, &c.
Through up your cards, your game is not worth a pin.
Then for a fool I will come in.
Sir Arther many maimed Souldiers wait for you.
Let them wait and be hanged.
Speak to them your ſelf, youl pleaſe them.
Who deſires to ſpeak with Arthur Haſlrig?
Your honours Souldiers for their Pen
You are no Souldiers, but a pack of rogues.
It becomes not your honour to call all Souldiers Rogues.
The Gods confound your honour.
Sir William Waller will tell you that you rid the field of your perſon at the Vize, or run away, that's plain.
Play your game or give over.
Sir Arthur play Durham Biſhoprick, the old quit rents or yearly revenues, was one thouColingwoods lands, and ſeveral Parks and other Lands, which for the company ſake I forbear to name.
Play round a Crown a head boys.
What never a King here to be found?
I fear he'l be at my hand too ſoon.
Where's the King, in your hand?
Upon my life I'le keep him out, he ſhall be a King and no King at all, by my conſent.
Suppoſe they have but Fleetwood, Lambert, Haſlrig and Vane into a bag, the firſt that comes forth, will be a—what you pleaſe.
Come ſee quickly a fine ſight:
Gaffer King, Gaffer King, hear, here they have put Lambert and Haſlrig into a great Bird-Cage; did you ever ſee the like to this that they have now done?
They look like two night birds, and ſing moſt melodiouſly, ſhitten ſweetly, the one ſings on this wiſe in the Cage:
I do deſire Portſmouth, once more to ſee.
The other anſwered.
I would I was at Durham now with thee.
Lambert What have you now in your hat?
My head yet, ſo long as I can keep it.
My Lord, be well adviſed er'e you parr with it.