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2.290 R188662 1 Flying from Olinda Flying from Olinda Flying from Olinda PLVTO Arise: Great Master come, / And if thou canst Avert the Doom date from content and imprint Pepys 2.290 Rollins (1) V:35-38; Wing N765[a]B. Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 290 A NEW SONG / of Father PFTRE, and the DEVIL. A NEW SONG, Of FATHER PFTRE, and the DEVIL. A New Song of Father Peter and the Devil. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 204 x 314 cropped left and top edges, uneven inking cast fleurons 1689 LONDON: Printed in the / Year, 1689. Weinstein: content and imprint

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Father Petre. PLUTO Arise: Great Master come, And if thou canst Avert the Doom That's falling on thy Spouse of Rome. Devil. Lo here I am, my faithful Slave, Tell the great Cause thou hast to crave, And my Assistance thou shall't have. Father Petre. All our Proceedings at a stand, Our Foes have got the upper hand, And ruin'd all our wish't Command: Yet I, what Priest cou'd do have done, Kept them at distance from the Throne, And made clear Sence and Reason none.
Devil. Great is the praise that you have won, To have a Plot so well begun, By your ill Conduct quite undone: Does this become a Jesuit, Whom I with Pains and Care made fit To breed the mischiefs I beget. Did I for this one, with you join, To aid you in this great design, Whose Pride and malice equal'd mine: One whose Ambition I believe, Enjoy's the fatal praise to Eve, Alone Forbiden Fruit to give.
Father Petre. I needs must own your Aid was great to carry on the Holy Cheat; But who alas! can hinder Fate: All this is nothing but Discourse, We must do somthing now by Force, 'Tis that must be our last Recourse. Did I the Popish Weapons draw 'Gainst Hereticks, and 'gainst the Law; Did I not keep the Great in Awe, While the Good Man I kept at th' Oar: No Gally Slave e're Labour'd more To make us Rich and himself Poor. Devil. You were too Hot, and Rid too Fast, Nor Hell, nor Rome can praise your hast, Since those you Rid, their Rider cast; Your Order wheresoe're they came, Have set whole Kingdoms in a Flame: But here it seems your heat they Tame. Father Petre. Wherefore of me are these Complaints, Since you I Pray'd to, in my Wants, All tho' 'tis true I Name'd the Saints. Our Council sometimes has avail'd, I ow*n about the French we fail'd, But on the Irish we prevail'd. We must not Flag, nor sit down here, That wou'd declare Remorse or Fear, Which ne'er in Jesuits do appear.
Direct my Conscience any way, What I shall Act, do you but say, the Devil take me I'll Obey. But I've some doubts, I wou'd Impart, That much oppress my Tender Heart, Which you may Answer by your Art; Tell first what Fate will strike me Dead, I dare not hope 'twill be in Bed, That suits not with the Life I've led? If Hang'd and Quarter'd be the best, Make me a Saint and Martyr Blest, With Holy Harcourt, and the rest; Next Englands Fate pray to me Read, And who shall to the Throne Succeed, The English or Italian Breed. Devil. Thy own Fate thou hast guest at well, If Traytor, thou or Martyrs Fell, Thy Ballad to the World will tell. The Consequence of t'other draw, From the Success of Great Nassaw, This said the Devil did withdraw.
LONDON: Printed in the Year, 1689.