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She could all languages perfitely speak.
Hast thou not heard, man, how the holy Ghost
Came down like cloven tongues at the Pentecost,
And fild the house where all the twelve were ready,
And one tongue truely lighted on our Lady ?
And lest thou think I talk of idle themes,
Consult the reverend Jesuits of Rhemes :
I pray thee, Pack-man, earnestly this note.
Pack-man.
In faith, Sir John, it is not worth a groat.
Will I believ't, think ye, because they say it ?
Priest.
No ; but they prov't, as no man can deny it.
Saith not the Text, that when the Lord ascended.
Unto the twelve he earnestly recommended.
That from Jerusalem they should not go,
Untill the Comforter should come, and so,
Into an upper room they went together,
Where Marie still was one, ye must consider.
With many mo in number full six score.
That with the twelve did dayly God adore :
And then he saith, when Pentecost was come.
They were together in one place, all, and some,
And (all) were filled with the holy Ghost.
Pack-man.
O good Sir John, ye count without your host.
Now I see well your Jesuitical tongues
Have cloven the Text even to the very lungs :
That (all) which first was spoken of six score.
Is here meant of the only twelve, no more.
Nor Mary is not named now, as then ;
What need I then believe it, holy man '?
On with your spectacles, Sir John, and read,
And credit this as a point of your Creed :
The holy Ghost could fall upon no more
Then he was promised vinto before.