Rudolph Not a novel. A play. And it's not like the satirical elements of the fallen Puritanical rule are lost on audiences unfamiliar. Those virtuous ladies, those snickering virtues who talk behind the backs of men and women, and make their husbands cuckolds by the motions of Harry Horner screams out the hypocrisy of such a stuck up people. So stuck up, by the way, the English threw their butts out.