Ignatius. Bear witnefs, my dearly beloved, and confider this acceptance as an affured mark of my unbiaffed efteem, love, faithful adherence, and fidelity; relinquishing all spiritual fubftances as was heretofore by papifts inculcated in our brain, robbing that Lord God of our new philofophy, of this our enlightened age and northern hemifphere of his glory, honour, and exalted title of Lord God, due to none but himself.

Mofes. The bell tolls, the corpfe is arrived,

let's away.

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

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

Club. You are faft bound and well fecured in this your heroic courage and zeal for the new philofophy of this our enlightened age and northern hemisphere is firmly fixed and established

evermore.

Ignatius. Bear witness to my joy and endearments, delightful banquet, (kiffes the corpfe, and fucks the purging matter from the mouth, noftrils, and eyes) the delights that are properly digefted from our Lord God, the Brain. Ambrofia teaches wifdom. I will here feaft, hug, kifs, wallow, and folace myself with inebriating and ineffable delights.

Mofes. The comforts of a reprobate are deteftable to the loweft and last degree. I fhall puke. Let us retire. I can hold out no longer.

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Ignatius.

Ignatius. I now exult in copying our great patriarch, the great philofopher, who reigns unequalled in the annals of the new philofophy of this our enlightened age and northern hemifphere, the noble and magnanimous Voltaire, who delighted in what no other would touch, and in his last hour fed voluptuously on his own

excrement.

Mofes. We now leave you to pass the night in the horrors of a dungeon. Adieu. All retire to their respective homes.

Scene changes. Lutber's apartments.

Luther in bed. O my belly, I fear you will burft. O my belly, how much do you refemble the tower of Babel? Babylon, Babylon is become the receptacle and hold for every unclean beast and hateful bird, which are devouring their Lord and Bishop, as the vulture, Promotheus.

Enter Hoft and Midwife.

Hoft. My Lord Bishop, how do ye? I have obeyed your commands.

Luther. Well done, you good and faithful fervant. I am ready; fee that all things are made ready, and I will arife to put the finish. ing ftroke.

Midwife. My lord, all things are ready. Will you be pleased to prop yourself upon your four ftanders?

Luther. What is all this? what are you at, Nincompoop?

Midwife.

Midwife. I don't fear, my Lord, when you have renewed the clyfter, but you will favour us with a hearty poop, it will much relieve you. Hoft. Your brethren, the new philofophers of this enlightened age and northern hemifphere, understanding that your lordship's life is in jeopardy, from a group of voracious, greedy, and ravenous animals, who have huddled themfelves clandeftinely with fecret craftiness into your lordship's belly, being farthered by information that you were feated on the fummit of their new philofophy of this our enlightened age and northern hemifphere, dictating and difplaying furprising feats of chivalry, have deputed this good woman, Mother Midnight-cap, to your delivery, craving for the honour and love you diftinguifh yourself in greatness of heroism and generalfhip in your new philofophy of this our enlightened age and northern hemifphere, that you will vouchfafe the acceptance of a draught to alleviate and fet free your abdominous from the danger that threatens your lordship.

Midwife. My lord, it is a perfect nosegay; I intreat your lordship's condefcenfion; it will bequeath great harmony to the parts; pray do it, i befeech your lordship.

Luther. Nincompoop, you are beseeching to make a meal, but in what manner am I to receive it? I am as fharp fet as you would wish, if you would make ready.

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

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Midwife.

Midwife. Pray, your lordship, the matter is juft the thing, neither hot nor cold, a proper

warmth.

Luther. But then, and fuppofe, and the like of that, do you mungie, as the faying is, will you have me eat as a pig, with what am I to cut up the haggis? Jackanapes, why don't you lay the cloth and put the bowl, with plates, knife, fork and bread, as is ufual? You know I am particularly fond of a Scotch haggis.

Hoft. My lord, you are under a mistake; you stand not in need of either plate, knife, fork or bread. A napkin under your chin, I grant, may be proper, to prevent drivelling on the bed.

Midwife. I fhall be careful to catch the drivel, my lord, fo that your bed will receive none of its contents.

Luther. Are you mad or drunk, Nincomnoddy? how dare you bring hither an old Bedlamite to produce from the royal philofophers of this our enlightened age and northern hemifphere one of the most delicious haggefes my eyes ever beheld, and yet will not prepare the table for my meal, as ufual. I have a great mind, Sirrah, but am a priest, and must not give fcandal. My zeal is unfurmountable.

Hoft. My lord, you mistake; the compofi tion is not a hagges; it is a clyfter, to be administered, as the faying is, or the like of that.

Midwife. My lord, there is no longer time to parley; now or never, as the old women say. Luther. Ninny hammer, you have thrown the lawyer into this old woman, to evade our agreement, according to your folemn promise,

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to pass receipts and bear my expences and per fon, living or dead, until I arrive fafe in good Old England, in lieu of which you fofter an old witch, with gim-cum-crack, that cannot be banquetted upon, tantalizing without fruit. I fhall take no ftep until the agreement is figned, the quicker the better; for I will not promise that I fhall not lofe my wind, and then you look to it. See what a navel you have made me with your cat's head.

Hoft. My Lord Bishop, I beg you will prop and poize yourself in a proper attitude on your quadrupedes, fo that Mother Midnight, I beg ten thousand pardons, Mrs. Mid-cap, Nightcap; what numberless mistakes man is fubject to; among the number I ftand foremost. Madam, lay the cloth fecure.

Midwife. All things are now ready for adminiftration. Pray, my lord, endeavour to rouze yourself, that you may be placed in a favourable and police ftate, that

The postern exhibit its native dress,
And be delivered from fuch a peft.

Hoft. All things in our concerns fhall be fettled by the lawyer as foon as the operation or onfet is over and a calm enfue.

Luther. Bear teftimony, Mother Midnight, or Night-cap, that the Hoft and I now pafs receipts, in full, from the creation, and that he will discharge your bill, and all and every bill, note, account, and expence, already, or may hereafter be incurred for any matter, caufe, or

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thing