NOW, our good Lord be thanked for this great Vi­ctory, which the Righteous under the Command of that holy Saint Morton, have obtained over the wicked, under the Command of thoſe Reprobates, Poyer, Powell and Langhorne.

'Twas a happie Providence my dear Si­ſter, and much to be admired amongſt the Saints, for this will prove the animation of our owne party, and the diſcouraging of our enemies thoſe pagan Cavaliers, who now begin to take armes, and to fall foule on the people of the Lord.

Very true Siſter, who would have thought of this new diſtemper, or that our honourable Siſter Mrs. Par­liament, who was arrived to the very higheſt pitch of honour and ſaid to her ſelfe, J ſit like a Queene, and ſhall know no ſor­row, ſhould on the ſudden become wretchedly miſerable, ſhe whom a Nation courted, offering their lives and eſtates at her feet, and maintained her for the ſpace of ſeaven yeares, in open Rebellion and Diſloyalty againſt her head and Husband, ſhe that imagined her ſelfe ſo ſure, that no humane ſtrength could ſhake her, is now become in a manner deſolate.

Hell take this everlaſting Parliament, or rather, this incorrigible Iunto, what a toſſing to and fro they make of me; the King my true and onely Maſter muſt not Com­mand me, (becauſe forſooth) like another Minerva, the fate of new Troy, as once that of the old conſiſts in me, Mrs. Par­liament who hath commanded me this ſeaven yeares (the De­vill take her for it) is now woed by Mrs. London to part with me, and let her another while injoy me; this ſhe hath (but to her great coſt) obtained, and now;

Looke Siſter, yonders that malignant Dame, Mrs. Militia, muttering to herſelfe againſt Mrs. Parliament, O 'tis a notable Scold and of ſuch force, that ſhee is able to breake open yron barri•ado'd gates, to ſtand an Army and toſſe huge Cities in the Ayre, but J have purchas'd her of Mrs. Parliament, with a round ſumme of money, and the truth is, that godly woman, is altogether ſwayed by Gold, ſhe will do nothing for me without greating i'the fiſt.

Tis very true, experientia docet, for my part had I the money once J freely parted with, mov'd with my ſiſter Parliaments pious words, I'de be adviſed ere I gave it away, but I hope well of her, and that with us, ſhe is a Saint by calling; how does Mrs. Militia.

Sick ſick at heart, of the very ſame diſeaſe, that is now ſo catching, the Pox, the Plague, and all thoſe cruell malladies Pandora brought on earth to ruine men though all conjoyn'd in one, are not ſo miſchievous.

What diſeaſe Mrs. Militia.

Why? Its called Parliament, the ſame that hath murdered ſo many thouſands of loyall Engliſh ſubjects, this3 Mrs. Truth, her Speaker (pro Tempore) well knowes, who for her honour hath buſied himſelf, to raiſe an Anagram, on her name, and to anex an Epigram thereto, 'tis this.

O Mrs Parliament, I much joy to ſee you never was woman of your ranke ſo contemned and abuſed, here was, Mrs Militia the Malignant but even now, who ſhewed mee and my ſiſter Common counſell, an Anagram, which the Traitoreſſe Truth had framed on your names, wherein ſhee taxes you of I know not how many crimes, and ſayes you are worthy to bee hangd, as an enemie to your Country.

I like the order well, wee will have none7 to converſe with as Mrs. London; but thoſe that are Righteous what fellowſhip ought thereto bee betweene us Iewes, and thoſe ſaweie Samaritans of the Royal parti•, verily none, Mrs. Lond; Jnſooth you ſpeake like a moſt godly Saint, my deare ſiſter, and for my owne part I would have none to re­ſide neare mee, but the good people of the Lord.

Mrs London, and Mrs Common Counſel, you both know that the wicked ones of the Land are now com­byning together againſt us; therefore a little to protract the time; I have deviſed a way for to amuſe the people, Mr, Horton whom I ſent with a partie for the reducing of Poyer, hath late­ly ceaz'd on divers Countrey fellowes, who met with an In­tent to liſt themſelves under the command of Poyer, Powel, Langhorn and the reſt, this ile have noiſed to bee a victory a great and mighty victory, which news will cramp the Roy­alliſts Deſignes, keepe back the Scots a while, incourage our owne partie and cannot chuſe but bee an helpe unto us; you therefore Mrs Thankſgiving, proclaime throughout the Cittie, that every man praiſe God in his owne pariſh, thoſe that have money feaſt and make good cheare, for this moſt great and mighty victory.

I ſhall forſooth, but who ſhall Preach before you on that day.

Who but my bonnie Bulehin Marſhall I have not amongſt al my Prieſts not ſo fit, the B•lli•God Vi••s, is a meere Barrel and yeilds no noiſe without you taber on him, Ni•ſqeaks ſo low a new ſhoe trod on by a ſickly woman, makes better mellodie, but Marſhal bellowes out my tryumph, in ſuch a tone, not all the bulls that at Geneva thunde•, when they exclaime againſt Epiſcopacie, yeild the like muſick, goe you Mrs Thanksgiving to him, and carry theſe good Angels which will increaſe the vigour of his•••…gs Mrs Th•nks ▪ good Mrs Common counſell, See that a Saint-lik•〈◊〉bee prepared, and ſtore of wine, that we may•eat our Zeale, you know wee can­not heave our eyes to heaven til wee have often elevated cups, Mrs. Common coun, Wee wil abound in al things, the creatures6〈1 page duplicate〉7〈1 page duplicate〉8none ought to enioy but wee, b•aſts of the field, the fowles, of the ayre, the fiſhes that flock in the tumid deepe were made for us and for our uſe alone.

But my good ſiſters what ſhall, wee doe to pleaſe the Surry men, who are incenſt againſt us, and ſweare to bee our deaths men to prevent which and pacifie their furie, you Mrs. Humilliation proclaime abroad, that all bee ſorrowfull and mourne in aſhes, for thoſe good mens fall: Ha, ha, ha, I laugh to thinke how my ſouldiers felld the Rogues, who durſt d•­ſ•re a King.

I will not faile in my hypocriſie, I can lie downe and crie and wring my hands, ſtrow ſlowre upon my face, and looke as mongerly, as when uſ'd to mourn during the warre when as the Saints were beaten by the wicked ones Mrs Parl; Now let us each unto our ſeverall charge, you Mrs London, ſtand faſt to mee as I will doe to you, I am reſolv'd that you ſhall not out live mee, you Mrs Common counſel, bee ſure you ſmel out more plots and ſtratagems each day, it makes for our advantage, thus take wee hands, thus ſweare to fall to­gether, when as the houſe where I ſo long have voted ſhall bee pull'd downe and levell'd to the earth, t'will doe mee good to ſee thee Mrs London, conſume in flames, a ſacrifice to Treaſon, to conclude, ſtand unto your•••kling ſtoutly, when wee fall, all the land ſhall taſte of ruine.