In "Women Pleased," a tragi-comedy, written, as is generally concluded, by Fletcher alone about the year 1616, we find the customary foe of maypoles addressing the hobby: "I renounce it, And put the beast off thus, the beast polluted. And now no more shall _Hope-on-high_ Bomby Follow the painted pipes of worldly pleasures, And with the wicked dance the Devil's measures: Away, thou pampered jade of vanity!" Here, again, is no exaggeration of name, for we have Help-on-high Foxe to face Hope-on-high Bomby. The Rector of Lydney would be about twenty-five when this play was written, and may have suggested himself the sobriquet. The names are all but identical. From "Women Pleased" and Fletcher to "Cutter of Coleman Street" and Cowley is a wide jump, but we must make it to complete our quotations from the playwrights. Although brought out after the Restoration, the fun about names was not yet played out. The scene is laid in London in 1658. This comedy was sorely resented by the zealots, and led the author to defend himself in his preface. He says that he has been accused of "prophaneness:" "There is some imitation of Scripture phrases: God forbid! There is no representation of the true face of Scripture, but only of that vizard which these hypocrites draw upon it." This must have been more trying to bear even than Cutter himself. Under a thin disguise, Colonel _Fear-the-Lord_ Barebottle is none other than Praise-God Barebone, of then most recent notoriety. Cowley's allusion to him through the medium of Jolly is not pleasant: "_Jolly._ My good neighbour, I thank him, Colonel Fear-the-Lord Barebottle, a Saint and a Soap-boiler, brought it. But he's dead, and boiling now himself, that's the best of 't; there's a Cavalier's comfort." Cutter turns zealot, and wears a most puritanical habit. To the colonel's widow, Mistress Tabitha Barebottle, he says-- "Sister Barebottle, I must not be called Cutter any more: that is a name of Cavalier's darkness; the Devil was a Cutter from the beginning: my name is now _Abednego_. I had a vision which whispered to me through a keyhole, 'Go, call thyself _Abednego_.'"[59] But Cutter--we beg his pardon, Abednego--was but a sorry convert. Having lapsed into a worldly mind again, he thus addresses Tabitha: "Shall I, who am to ride the purple dromedary, go dressed like _Revelation_ Fats, the basket-maker?--Give me the peruke, boy!" I fancy the reader will agree with me that Cowley needed all the arguments he could urge in his preface to meet the charge of irreverence. (_b._) _The Sussex Jury._