Here he says, I brought the Ass in only to laugh at the Miracle:  [Footnote:  Collier, p. 199.] Not I, truly, I had no such intention upon my word; I brought the Ass in, and Dogget upon him, only to make the Audience laugh at his figure at the end of the Play, as well as they had at the beginning; but I believe if I had put an Absolver upon his back, giving him a Blessing, it would have been more divertive by half; but let him alone, the next horrible Crime is, I meddle with Churchmen, and there my malice makes me, he says, lay about me like a Knight Errant; [Footnote:  Collier, p. 200.] but I believe I shall prove, for all the modesty he pretends to, that his malice is more in reference to Poets, than ever mine was to Churchmen.  Well, my Second Part begins, he says, with Devil’s being brought upon the Stage, who cries, As he hopes to be sav’d; and Sancho_ warrants him a good Christian._ Now this is a ridiculous mistake, for this Devil is only a Butler, and a Jest of his Giants, the witty Author of the History of Don Quixot, where one of the Duke’s Servants acting a Devils Part to fright the Knight and Squire, blunders it out before he is aware, and Sancho hearing it, as foolishly replies.  This would be humorously witty now with any one but our Critick; but he’s resolv’d to see double, as he does presently again with my deep-mouth’d swearing which he says is frequent, tho he has quoted none on’t, and therefore the Reader is not oblig’d to believe him.  But then I have made the Curate Perez_ assist at the ridiculous Ceremony of Don Quixot;_ I have so—­what then?—­but I have made him have wit enough, however, to know Don Quixot for a Madman; but then Sancho, by way of Proverb, tells him, Ah—­Consider dear Sir, no Man is born wise:  to which briskly replies the Doctor, What if he were born wise, he might be bred a Fool. [Footnote:  Collier, Ibid.] Faith, no Doctor:  and to be free with ye, (en Raillere) as you have been with me, must beg leave to tell ye, If you had been born wise enough to be a Reformer, your Breeding could never have made ye Fool enough to be an Absolver; I mean in a Case like you know what; but let us proceed.  The next is a swinger, and his Lash cuts even to the blood:  for here Sancho, full of innocent simplicity, says, A Bishop is no more than another Man, without Grace and good Breeding.  To which he presently darts out, I must needs say, if the Poet had any share of either of these Qualities, he would be less bold with his Superiors, and not give his Clowns the liberty to Droll thus heavily upon a solemn Character. [Footnote:  Ibid.] Why, faith, now this is very hard, I have known a Country Wench name a Bishop in the Burning-too of a Hasty-Pudding, and never heard that any of the Reverend took it ill, because it was a Common Saying, and below their notice.  But poor Sancbo, or rather