J marry Sir, heere is Newes indeed.

BEING The Copie of a Letter which the DEVIL sent to the POPE of ROME, And kept in the Conclave of CARDINALS ever since the yeare 1623. and now published for the helpe and comfort of all Romish Catholickes in this time of their great necessity, to incourage them.

Brought over from ROME by CHARON the Ferr i­man the last Jesuiticall-Spring-tide of all their Hellish practises to confound this Kingdome of ENGLAND.

[depiction of a pope being de-crowned by a unicorn]

Printed in the yeare of the brave Cavaliere. 1642. ⟨Decemb: 5th.

TO The most pious, vertuous, and Religious Primate of all Christendome, URBANE the 8. Pope of Rome, and my Vicegerent here upon Earth, Lucifer God of this world, Lord of Gehenna, King of Tartarus, Prince of Abissus, and Commander of the Infernall Furies, sendeth Greeting.

MOst Reverend and deare Sonne) whose Holinesse I reverence, whose Person I adore, whose Wisdome I muse at, whose Pollicie I wonder at, whose Strength I admire at, and at whose invincible Army I stand amazed at: I can but extoll, applaud and commend thee my Deare (Sonne) for this thy extraordinary and great paines, cost and Charge in the preparation of thy Forces against the Rebellious Here­tickes of the Romish Catholike Religion; J meane the Brittanish, J­rish, Danish, and Flemish Hereticks: The particulars of which force I shall not need to repeat, for I have them in writing, and I heare say, that they are also published to the whole world, therefore fol­low it with all celeritie and expedition, now are the dayes to Con­quer, now is the time to strike, for their God hath forsaken them, their land is impoverished, their Ships are tottered, their State [Page 2]weakened, their Parliament is ended and nothing amended, the Nobles disquieted, the Gentry discouraged the Commons discon­tented, the Kingdome devided, and the Romane Catholiques in England stand gasping and gaping for your dayly arrivall, therefore now strike or for ever hold thy hands, for by this meanes thou shalt bridle and confound all malicious, turbulent and ill-affected Spirits, against the See of Rome. There are but few Nations in the world that thou needest to feare, vidilizet. The King of Great Britaine, the King of Denmarke, the King of Sweden, and the Palsgrave false­ly usurping the title of the King of Bohemia, and the Rebellious Hollander, but what are these against so many but even molehils to mountaines, and no more in our hands then a Lamb in the pawes of a Lyon yet it were not amisse to practise some deadly stratagem, secretly by my servants your Seminaries and Iesuites, by powder, poyson or some other meanes, especial [...]y against the King of Great Britaine, and the Pa [...]av [...]s Children those young warlike Impes and King Henry-faced, and D. Elizabeth-hearted-apes; for if they be not now cut off in the blossome but continue untill they be ripe fruit, It is to bee feared they will doe much hurt and mischiefe, and move Terri [...]o [...]ies against the See of Rome.

I conf [...]sse indeed your Armies are of great force, and you have more then a sufficient number of Foot and horse, onely I feare you shall want Asses, to carry your provision when you be Landed, therefore I suppose you might have forborne two t [...]ousand Horses and have leavyed three or foure thousand Asses more, for horses, you know must be highly kept, with Pease, Beanes, and oates, and you Asses wil [...] live and faire hardly with thistles, and nettles, Now because I heare a great muttering and complaint of victualls for your souldiers, therefore I will send you five thousand barrells of the best fresh Lobcocks that can be taken in my River of Styx, and Acharon, and I will send you by my servant Charon, foure thou­sand Tunns of large Canniballs heads sodden in plum Broath, five thousand quarters of Tartarian wheat, every Cornell as big as a mans head: and an Iron mill to grind it, whose stones shall be five miles about in compasse, and a great Brasen Oven to bake it in, which shall hold three hundred quarters at a batch, and will also send you live thousand Friers Cowles well lined with Fox-fur: to keepe your Souldiers from the cold, and five hundred firkins of Crocotia pow­der [Page 3]to put in little linnen bags to hang about the necks of your Soul­diers to keepe them from Lice and vermine: and a so I will send you six thousand handkerchiffes made of Nuns Skinnes perfumed with Muske and Amber-greese to wipe the sweat away from your browes in the Battaile: and five thousand Targets made of Car­dinals Caps Armor of prooffe tryed by Hell fire: and five thousand ells of fine Cambrick charmed, a peece wherof being layed to any mortall wound, shall immediatly heale it, and least your Souldiers should want Courage to fight against those Heriticks, (as I feare they doe) for J heard say that an English heritick incountred the other day with a Spanish Knight on horse back and conquered him and after that sought with three valiant Spaniards at once, and killed two of them ou [...] of hand, and made the third runne away, therefore I will sent you five thousand Barrells of Lions hearts, boyled in boyling lead which shall last and weare like yron, and I will also send you an hundred empty hogsheads, to put the blood of these Brittanish and Flemish Rebells into, to be convayed into Rome and Spaine.

And to strengthen your Knavie the more, I will send you two hundred gallant Asses and every one of them shall have sixty whores on a side, punkes five hundred, and strumpets to incourage your Souldiers five thousand; blame me not I pray you though I write false Arthograthy, for I am not so frequent in the English as I am in the Romane, Spanish and Italian Tongues, and I will send you a thousand legion of my Angells to pitch their tents about you to bring the soules of my Slaine servants to mee, for I have pre­pared a fitting place upon purpose for them, therefore feare no­thing for I never fayled any of my servants, much lesse my deere and beloved Children, therefore make hast strike now the Iron is hot you are sure you have men enough, horse enough, Ships enough Ordinance enough, Powder and shot enough, Pikes and Muskets enough, munition enough, and water enough, and rather then you shall want wind, I will send you my greatest paire of Bellowes that I have in Hell, and five thousand of my strongest infernall Furyes to blow them.

And thus my most deare Sonne, I powre my blessings upon thee in more plentifull manner then the drops of Raine descend upon the Earth. And also upon my two deare Grand-Children the Em­perour of Rome, and King of Spain, not forgetting the King of Po­land, [Page 4]The Arch-Duke Leopold, The Elector of Cullen, The Elector of Mentz, the Elector of Trever, The Duke of Baviere. The Duke of Saxon. The Arch-Bishop of Strasburg. The Duke of Newburg. The great Duke of Florence. The Duke of Parma. The Duke of Mantua, the Duke of Medina, the State of Genoa, the State of Lucas, and the Canton Catholique of the Switzers, as also my good friend Tyrone, and the Earle of Argile, the Duke of Savoy, Sir Robert Dudley, Sir Griffin Marckham, Sir William Stan­ley, and my faithfull revolted friend J. Nevill, stiled the Earle of Westmorland, and not forgetting the Spanish and Italian leaders principall Ass-cistants in this Catholique and holy League. And further J intreat that you would remember my Love to my trusty servant Spinola, who hath spent the quintessence of his wits, the marrow of his bones, and the sweat of his brames, in the besiedge of Breda, and other warlike exployts and martiall affaires. And who hath been both a true and trusty friend, and as just to my hand­maid the Arch-Dutchesse, as ever her owne Husband was, and who through his great wisdome and pollicy hath procured my Grand­child the King of Spaine, to grant Letters of Mart, and proclaime open Warres against the King of great Brittaine, and the rebellious Hollanders, by which meanes it is now come to passe, that neither English Mouse, nor Flemmish Frog, can no sooner peepe out of a Hole, or a Bogge, but the (Spanish Kite) I meane the Dunkirkes devours them up; and one principall reason you know is this, you have many good friends and favourites in England, great men in great Authority, who although they have a tongue for their King, yet they have a heart for the Pope, who see, and will not see, heare and will not heare, can, but will not resist, partly for their owne private commodities, and partly for the affection and love, they beare to the Romish Religion; and further I heare say, my servant Spinola hath received my Sacrament, and kissed the Pax, and hath made a most sollemne vow to Saint Iames, and sworn by his Agnus dei, that he will spend his blood in England, against those Heriticks, and revolters from the Catholique Church of Rome.

Therefore if cruell Fate and Fortune so conspire to effect that bloody stratagem, then my desire is that his Heart may be baked in a pasty, and sent to my deare Virgins and Daughters, the Nunnes in Saint Lucas, and his Bones to the Cathedrall Church in Civill, [Page 5]there to remaine for ever for a Relique of that holy Saint: and his Stones to be conveyed to my Handmaid the Arch-dutchesse, for a token of his love, and I would have an extraordinary Monument. made for him of Brasse, and some pretty Epi-knave upon his death. Remember my love also to my Nephew the Infunta-Bona-Maria, who is to marry with my Grandchilds eldest Sonne, the Emperour of Rome, and tell her that although I cannot be there in person my selfe, (by reason of other extraordinary businesse) yet my Secretary Belzebub, and a Legion of my Angels shall attend at her Nuptials. And I cannot be forgetfull of my most worthy and beloved Servant and Statesman Gondamor, and his great paines that he tooke in England, when he was there Embassadour, in groaping in the night, and diving in the day, into the very intrailes (J meane the privie Chamber of their State, and Kingdome) and ever since going a­bout to make use of it, and to put that which he hath learned in practice, and also who did encourage my Children the Romish Ca­tholiques in England (being your Sub-jackes) to persevere in the Catholique Religion, and to be patient for a time, for there would come a day shortly wherein they should have free Liberty to use their Consciences: and I have sent him a Box of pretious oyntment to heale his Fistula in his Posteriorums, least it should creep into his Priorums, and by that meanes the Common-wealth of Spain, should be utterly deprived of so excellent a member. I doubt not but that you have Cannonized my worthy Servant T. R. for a Saint, who killed that filthy Heretique, Thomas Scot, Preacher at Vtrecht, who hath alwaies been a pestilent Enemy to me, and our States; There­fore I charge you upon my blessing that he be Cannonized with Garnet, Tunstell, Digby, Winter, Grant, Ruckwood, Caies, Bates, and Faulks, and the rest of the Saints, for I have his Soule already: And although the last Fleet against the Heritique Q. Elizabeth, in 8 [...]. tooke not good effect, and successe, by reason of misfortune and privie conspiracy of that filthy (Wich) Furbusher, and that Conjurer Drake and likewise the Gunpowder Treason, Anno 1605. against King Iames and his Posterity, (by reason of the miscariage of an unfortunate Letter) yet let us not be dismayed, but practice continually, Vi et armis ingenitsque, to worke some rare exploit, my helping hand shall not be wanting; for surely some Lime-twigs be­ing set, it is a hundred to tenne but one will take: they lying so se­ [...]tely, [Page 6]and never seeking to prevent any danger in time. There­fore remember me kindly to my servants the Seminaries and Iesu­its, for they must be the principall instruments to put that in prac­tise which we have invented; And this admirable invincible Ar­my which we have now prepared, shall be called Colla Jugo, or the thunderbolt of the World; because it shall not onely make the Britanish, Irish, Danish, and Flemish Heritiques and Rebels quake, but the very Turke himselfe stand upon his guard. Now to con­clude with weeping eyes, one thing grieves me to the heart, I un­derstood the other day that an English Heritique should send word to my youngest sonne, the King of Spaine, that his Souldiers should bring no wild-fire with them, for feare of indangering their Ships and that they would save them that labour, for if your forces did land in England, they would make them shit wild-fire before they went away, (oh) this hath cut me to the soule, and I can speake no more,

Vale
Pater tuus Amantissimus Luciferus Rex Tartari, & Dominus hujus Mundi,
FINIS.

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