_Behold from the Infernal Lake I'm come, To fright thy Soul to its Eternal Doom: To tell thee, Villain, that thy Reign's expir'd, And now be sure thou shalt no longer hir'd Be by Me, nor any of the Damn'd, To drench in Innocent Blood this mournful Land. Hence then begone, and do no more pursue Villanies Hell could ne'er act, but by you: Now Heaven stops my Power and I thy Hand, And now I tell thee, Doctor, Thou art damn'd._ _Doctor._ _O Spectre! spare awhile my dreadful Doom! Go back and tell the Damn'd, I come, I come; Only let me compleat the Ills I've begun, Then Heaven farewel, and unto You I come._ _Devil._ _The Blood o' th' Innocent aloud does cry, Revenge, Revenge, on cursed Dr. Ti---- No more o' th' Innocent shall bleed, nor die._ _Doctor._ _Well, the time's come, the fatal day's at hand, That I for ever, ever must be damn'd: O curs'd Revenge! what Mischiefs have I done? Abjur'd the Father, and blasphem'd the Son. The Sacred Spirit of Truth at once have I Banish'd; and that my vengeance I might buy, I've caus'd the best of Innocents to dye. See where their Ghosts appear in purple ray'd, Victims, by Perjury above betray'd: See how they shake their Heads, and bleed afresh; Their wounds gape wide in their new murder'd flesh; And these most frightful Visions come, 'cause I Th' bloody villanous Murderer stand by. 'Tis true that I the cruel Murderer am, And thousands more by Perjury to trepan. I solemnly did vow, and often swear, And none t' escape, from the Peasant to the Peer; Nay Sacred Prelates, Princes, Queens, and Kings, Should have made up my Bloody Offerings. Ten thousand more of Innocents had dy'd, 'Cause I King, Queen, and Duke had Sacrificed: Cities and Towns I'd Fir'd, if not withstood, And quench'd the flames with Innocent Blood. Let me but live in this world three years more, This Island then shall swim in Christian gore; I'le subvert Governments, and murder Kings, Sow discord among friends: I'll do such things Shall make the World believe there is not that Villanous thing I have not power to act; I'le make the World believe (let me but stay) That Light is Darkness, and that Night is Day; That I the Saviour of the Nation am, And that CHRIST was of no avail to man; Then I the Sacred Gospels will destroy, Swear they'r but fictious Stories, and a Lye, Perswade them that the Bible's but a Farce, No more to be esteemed than is my A---- So I'le improve the Art of Perjury, That none who are not skill'd in Villany Shall live; thus will I fit this Isle for Hell, And then adieu the World, and Heaven farewel. Thus I a Learned Doctor will commence, And by the People be ador'd for Nonsence, And with Sedition I their Souls will influence._ _Devil._