My Lord ( said she ) to search into this wicked womans Life , is to Dive in a Jaques ; To Paint her in her proper Colours , is to draw a Picture to be Scar'd with : Like some Timerous Painter , that with a lucky hand , Copies the Devil so well , that he Trembles at the Spirit which his Majestick Pencil rais'd ; no less than a Young Conjurer at the unruly Fiend which his Charms summon'd into his Circle : Yet I cannot but think it just , that we rather suffer our own Stomach to be turn'd with stirring this Filth , than let Vice go without the grand punishment of being publish'd .

Before she had quite shaken off the womans Curb , ( her Modesty , ) she laboured to be wicked , never offended without a Contract : But when she had gazed away all shame with ungarded looks , and with a loose Tongue banish'd from her Face the blush which ( where it ebs and flows ) does keep our actions all in awe , and makes our hearts not dare to think a sin for fear of being discovered ; that Writes us guilty in our Faces , speaks our Minds , truer then our Tongue , reviles our Actions , checks our Designs , rebukes our Thoughts , and makes us publish our own Ignominy to the World ; And when we endeavour to conceal it , gives our Tongue the lye : when this was gone , she strain'd , and reach'd , to cast up all remorse , which for a time kept her Conscience in such a temper , that the Crimes she swallow'd now and then , rejolted ; But when she had purg'd her self of that , she sinn'd at quiet , free from the clamorous Duns of Conscience . And then became as impudent as the Winds that Kiss all they meet , as lewd as a naked Statue that shews it self to all that will look upon it , as common as the Earth her self , that will lye under any thing that will cast it self upon her . She daily sent out Lascivious Glances , Lewd Gestures , and Obscene Words to Forrage for her Lust , and bring her home some unwary Prey for that Breast-woolf ; a Disease now grown almost incurable , to feed upon : She would make love unto a Bull , beg round the Town to sin , and Court all she met with to Damn her . Thus did she Tun in Luxury by full Bowls , but like to those that Drink off Frozen Liquors that so benum the Pallet , that after the third Swallow , they Taste no more , but still Drink on , because 't was once a pleasure ; for at last she sinn'd past all Delight , and then play'd the Glutton that Eats , when Eating is a Torment ; and thinking on 't a Pain . By this time she had out-done Sodom and Gomorrha ; so that there was nothing left to Rival her but Hell , and that too you would think she emulated , when you look upon the wickedness of her later Years , which did outdo her former Actions , as much as those , the Crimes of other Mortals . For when old Age had made her Loathsom to man , even in the hottest Feaver-fit of Lust , or Extasie of Wine and her Jaded Body tir'd under her , and left her to the dry delight of wishes and desires ; she sat her down to a nasty Feast , to Chew the Cud , and Feed on Meats she had already Eat , but brought up again with a ruminating reach of Fancy to Chew over the second time . Thus would she sit , and sin her whole life over a Thought , double all her Crimes in an Hour , by committing them once more by an unrepenting Commemoration ; and with the force of Fancy , as with an Alembick , Distill all her wickedness into one Fulsom drop , and so Drink the extract of Epitomiz'd evils , which was scarce strong enough for her Monstrous Stomach . Thinking was an empty Pleasure , and Acting was not in her power : So , as if she had not done enough , she kept others to be wicked for her , enjoying their Crimes , sinning their sins , and now Magnificiently offending , for she lay with all the Lechers of the Town by Proxy . Thus she became Solicitress to Hell , and Factress for the Devil , doing his business in making up Adulterous Matches , joyning Lecherous hands , cheating Virgins of their Purity , causing Duells , Divorcing Friends , and Enticing in unwary Maids with her decoying Prostitutes , that she sent out to all the publick Walks of the Town . So now she had set up Shop and Traffiqu'd publickly in sin , so well furnish'd with the Merchandize of Hell , that there was no possibility of being Chaste ( as formerly ) for want of opportunity . For she Retail'd out Vice and Wickedness , and set so high a Price on Evil , that made her wretched Chapmen ( O Damnable Imposition ! ) pay for their own Damnation , Buy Hell at a vast Rate , and give their whole Fortunes to go to the Devil .

Here Chaste Parthenia made a little Pause to take Breath , and would have gone on with her vigorous Accusation , had she not seen Sir Cully Bubble Impatient to crowd in his sad Story .

The poor Spung'd Knight rested upon a pair of weak props , Hams so limber that at every third word they let his Body fall almost half way to the ground , which he still endeavoured to raise again with all the strength he had ; so that he stood Courtesying before the Judge like a Water-Wagtail , only that he did not rise with so Vigorous a Spring : He was so Lean and Thin , that you might almost see his Soul through his Body ; his Pate as Bald as a Brass Bullet , his Eyes withdrawn so far within his Head , that they seem'd retir'd to the other side to look out behind : His Blood all spent in his Mistresses service , his Cheeks so Thin , that you might see the one through the other ; and his whole Body in no better Case than a Skeleton , only that it had a Skin . Poor man he look'd like some tir'd Jade hard Work'd all day , and Rid out every night by a Malitious Hagg upon her wicked Rambles , almost to Hell and back again : He was so weak , that he had scarce strength to move his Tongue , nor had he Breath enough to speak , but was 〈◇〉 to Puff and Blow , and Sigh out his Accusations like a hard Bagpipe ; which , when the Wind does fail it , speaks no more its Musick Language , but ends its Tune in a gentle whisper : At last a Lowd blast of Sighs , the constant Harbengers of Complaint and Grief usher'd in his Lamentable Tale .

For me but to appear , cry'd he , is little less than Evidence : I have brought in more than half an Accusation , by shewing the ruines of a Manly Fabrick , brought to this decay by that wicked Womans unjust practices , that destroy as quick as Thunder , and as sure as Time . 't was that Sorceress that first stript me of the Man , and put me on the Beast , transforming me with the Charms of Lust , and Magick power of Wine , into a Creature worse than Irrational ; and then I serv'd like one of Circe's Suiters , if not in all Forms , at least contracting the numerous Species of all Beasts into that grand one of Besotted Man . When she would Rob me , ( as she ever did when I had any thing to lose ) she found a way to do it as undiscoverably , as if she had wore Gyges his Ring : for when she had Rock'd me in her Lascivious Arms into a Lethargy of sin , or transported me into an extasie of Lecherous Love , she would Rifle my Pockets , and Plunder my Fingers , with as little danger of being felt , as one that steals Bracelets from the Arms of some Heathens Marble Goddess , or robs the Spulchres of the Dead to pull off Rings from the Cold Fingers of a senseless Carcass : She would make me Drunk to promise half my Fortune , and then Drunk again ro perform my promise : So great a Thief that she stole even that , that was given her ; for he that does receive what a Drunkard gives , steals what he receives . She would promise with a Thousand Oaths to get me untouch'd Rose-Buds , which not so much as the innocent Bee had ever Deflowr'd , or Eunuch Drone rob'd of their Virgin Sweetness ; nor scarce the curious Sun ever cast a glance on ; and then give me the Nasty Carcass of some stinking Flower , wither'd with Old-Age , cast off by the Vulgar , and thrown aside to Rot . Thus damning her Soul thrice in one Act with a Lye , Fraud and Perjury : She would bind her self in a bond of her Salvation and Eternity , to bring me to an Elisium , more sweet and ravishing than the Fancy of the Poets could make theirs ; and then like a malicious Punk lead me into a Bog more stinking than the Lake Avernus , which with the pestiferous Vapours it sends up , Shoots down the Birds that fly over it . She was so great a Thief , that she loved the Theft better than she did the Money , and so knowing in the Science , that one hand would Steal from the other : So great a Lyer , that she suspected what her own Heart told her : So apt to detract from all she heard well spoken of , that if you told her God was pure , she would Blaspheme to contradict it : So Faithless and so Fickle , that you might fear she would prove unconstant even in Self-love , and hate her self , to hate all mankind : So great a Drunkard , that she was come to Drink Wine like Air , and was never less Drunk than when she was a Brimmer ; like a Sack-butt , that takes in its Liquor kindly ; and when it 's full , stands steadiest , aptest to reel when it s empty .

Here Sir Cully had run himself off his Wind , which he could no more 〈◇〉 than a pair of crack't Bellows , which with some trouble you 〈◇〉 make fetch Breath thick and short ; but never gather Wind enough to do your business .

〈◇〉 Lewd Criminal stood all this time in a confus'd posture , half 〈◇〉 before the Sentence in having her Crimes thus publisht . She endeavour'd to make some weak reply , and gaped twice to speak , but her words cleaved to the Roof of her Mouth , loth to come out for to be Hist at ; and her Tongue was asham'd to speak the Lyes her Heart suggested : So she had been quite Mute , had not the banisht Blush , that never appeared in her Face since Vice had Brass-gilt it over with Impudence , rose in Judgment against her , and in spight of her Silence , made her whole Countenance cry Guilty . Whereupon , ( as such ) the Judge justly Condemn'd her , and thus gave Sentence .

That Body of thine ripen'd with the heat of Lust , shall now begin to Rot , and leave the World not as it came in , altogether , but creep unto its ruine , Limb after Limb , that thou mayest feel the killing pangs of Dissolution in every Artery , and suffer a general slaughter in one single body , by being Murther'd in each Member : Thou shalt not Drink thy Death all at a Draught , but let it down drop by drop , that thou mayest Taste thy punishment ; For 't is not to dye , but to be dying , that makes death a Torment .

Pursuant to this Sentence , the great Executioner of this Court , Astraea , hurri'd her away , already infected with the contagious Disease that began to spread over her whole body , faster than a Water-Circle over the surface of a dead Pool , and Eat more Hungrely than Aquafortis , destroying all the way it went , and leaving nothing behind it but Putrefaction : Her Nose began presently to creep off her Face upon the backs of Maggots , her Legs walk'd from under her , her Eyes ( those once foolish Lovers Planets ) became falling Stars , and dropt from their Orbs , lay like filthy Jelly upon the ground ; her Lips , so often Nick-named Cherries , rotted off the Tree : The Roses of her Cheeks ( long since faded and decay'd , ) began now to Putrify ; her Tongue and Teeth were blown out of her Mouth with her vehement Sighs , and her Flesh fell from her Bones all round her , like melting Snow from the Boughs of an over burthen'd Tree , and as it dropt , ( imitating the original of Scotch Barnacles , ) became Vermine , and run away from her , lothing the Monstrous Soul from whom 't was got loose . So have I seen a Carrion when 't was grown too course a dish for Ravens , and too stinking Diet for the hungriest Curs of the Town , lye and rot away into Magotts , and then walk about the Field into another shape , and haunt the place where it lay in other forms .

When the poor Gentleman , that lay all this time Dreaming , saw the Bawd fall asunder , he burst forth into Acclamation of Joy , and with Noise waked himself , and so undid the Spell that sleep had made ; at which all vanisht like an Inchanted Castle when the Charms are ended , or a Magick Vision , which disappears at the first word that is spoke , contrary to the Covenant of the Conjurer . The poor man waked , little better satisfi'd than the Glutton with the Feast , or Miser with the Gold he Dream'd on , or Lover with the Empty Embraces a Kind and Courteous Sleep bestow'd upon him . But reflecting how clearly all things were represented ; how true the Accusation , how just the Punishment , he fancied 't was something more than a Dream , and so concluded when he consider'd , that Sleep was sometimes Prophetick as well as Fabulous , and had its true Visions , as well as Phantoms .