Wife, that the Church of England_, he means the Men in her, is the only communion in the world, that will endure such insolencies as these_ [Footnote:  Collier, p. 108.]; and this, tho it be somewhat Bonnerish again, and Switcher-like, yet however seems to leer of our side; but then presently in another place he’s as zealous for the Roman Sect, and Jesuitically condemns a little wholesom Satyr in the Character of a pamper’d hypocritical covetous Spanish Fryer, for incivility in making him a Pimp to Lorenzo, and is very angry at the Author for calling this virtuous person a parcel of holy Guts and Garbidge, and telling him that he has room in his Belly for his Church-steeple; [Footnote:  Collier, p. 98.] and here his Lash is up again for abusing them—­oh—­if Doctor Absolution were Inquisitor general, and a Satyrist against Priests came under his hand, mercy upon us, how that poor Rascal would be flaug’d, for I find ’tis only the person of the Priest that he would have reverenc’d, let his opinion be what it will; nay, tho he were a Priest of Baal, as may be prov’d a little further, for here his Zeal shews itself not only for Christians, but the very Turks too; and cavils again with Jacinta, in the Mock Astrologer, for jesting with Alla, and honest Mahomet, for he was a Brother Priest too:  [Footnote:  Collier, p. 61.] But stay, what’s worst of all, have but patience to walk to another Page, and here you will find him just sinking into a downright doze and despondency, whither he had best set up for any Religion at all, or at least for one very indifferent.

Our Poets, I suppose, would call this Preaching, and think it a dull business; however, I can’t forbear saying, an honest Heathen is none of the worst men, a very indifferent Religion well believ’d, will go a great way. [Footnote:  Collier, p. 28.] —­Will it so, pray friends de’e not think our hot reforming Gentleman is very Luke-warm here, or not a little craz’d when he writ this, or, as the vulgar have it, was not his mighty Wit run a Wool-gathering; for if he be for Protestantism, and Popery, and then whip—­amongst the Bens of the Arabians_ for Alla and Mahomet,_ and at last for little or no Religion at all, I’m afraid I shall never bring my self to be reform’d by him.  And so at him agen Weesil.

  For who with Reason, if this be your way,
  Will ever value what you Preach or Pray.

  [Footnote:  Weesils.]

But now I think I have said enough for the Plays, whose Authors are much better able to speak for themselves; and therefore will fall off to vindicate my self a little, and my Acquaintance Don Quixot; in which I will endeavour to prove another Immoral Vice in our Stage-Reformer, which is

    Injustice and Error in Criticism.