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A59407 Sh------ ghost to Doctor Oats in a vision concerning the Jesuits and lords in the Tower. 1683 (1683) Wing S2832; ESTC R27012 3,604 5

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Sh GHOST TO DOCTOR OATS IN A VISION Concerning the JESUITS and LORDS in the TOWER IT was about the time when the Tavern Doors were shut up and all Mortals were retir'd to their Rest save the Club at the Devil who were in a hot fit of Wine and Argument about the Election of a new King of Poland when the Ghost of the late King Tapsky came boulting through the Keyholes of my Chamber-Door He seem'd like the Emblem of Envy his Hairs turn'd into Serpents his Tap into a Pump spouting with Sulphur and corroded Poison with a long Veil of Hypocrisie Ermin'd and Spotted with Blood In this Gasly-sight he appear'd by my Bed-side where after a strong Debauch of French-Wine and Itallian-Love falling into a pleasant Slumber I began as usually to Dream of a Parliament when thus the Ghost apply'd himself unto me Ghost Thou Fool thou flatters thy self with the hopes of a Parliament thou Pratest and Talkest and Dreamest of Parliaments when they will make no more for Thee then thou hast made for the Protestant Interest since thou turn'd Hypocrite and put on the Salamanca Robes Astonish'd at the unexpected Spectre in a Bloody Sweat and Panick Fear I crept under the smoaking Blankets least he came to Involve me and the Nation in a new Plot or with a Summons to fetch me into the other World when thus he apply'd himself to me Fear not Friend thy time is not yet come though thou scap'd the late Buttocking thou shalt Reign a while though it be but short we have use for such necessary Instruments upon Earth to bring our Projects to Perfection Thou knowest Doctor how many Jorneys thou hast made to the Tower when I was there where we laid the Foundation of all our Designs and 't is but fit I shou'd make one Sally from Hell to give Thee thanks for the good Service thou hast done us The Plot was well carried on at first the Jesuits was a clever Jobb and we will Record Thee in our Eternal Rubricks But for the Lords in the Tower I am afraid in this long Respeit they will weather the point and out-live our Malice but make use of the Artillery I gave thee and thou may'st be able yet with thy stock of Impudence to venture a Broad-side amongst ' em Oats At this methought I began to assume fresh Courage and finding the Devil was not come to fetch me that very Instant I began to argue with him as formerly and asked of him if he were Dead or Alive or if Dead where he was disposed of or what Reward he had found in the other World for all his Indefatigable Pains and Policy when thus methought with a shril Voice and quivering Accent he Answered Ghost From Deepest Mansions of Hell where Plots are laid and Plotters are with us to be Rewarded I come to tell Thee That all thy Stratagems are Defeated thy Villanies Detected and thy Politicks Undermin'd thy Artillery will be turn'd upon thy Self blown up with the Army which thy self so long ago planted under ground 'T is true I found the Fewel of a Plot but thou with thy Bore●s Nose and Blobber-Chops blew the Bellows which kindled with a Cole of pretended Zeal from the Altar Encreased it to such a hight that some fell a Sacrifice to thy Fury and what can thou expect but to fall a Sin-offering for the Blood that has been spilt Thou made a Bull for the Destruction of Mankind and like Phalaris must expect to Fry in the Flame Oats You Studied and Contrived all Ghost Thou Forswore and Ly'd Oats Did not you perswade the People all was true when there was no more in it than the prosecution of your own Ungodly Ends Ghost Did not thou like a Counterfeit Villain pretend to give out Blank Commissions which thy self nor no Man else ever yet beheld and perswaded the People that there was a Popish Army ready to Invade the Land Oats Did not you like a little State-Quack the Rabbles-Mountebank give out every Day upon the Stage your Two Dozes of Slavery and Popery which made the People run Mad with Mutiny and Rebellion to the Forfeit of their Allegiance had not the wise Physician of the State found an Antidote to Expel your Poison Ghost A Curse on him that Betray'd the Cause Oats A Curse on him that made me a Party and then left me in the Lurch Pox on your squinting Policy Ghost Plague on your timerous Folly why didst thou not Prosecute the D. Oats Why did not you Exclude him Ghost Why didst thou not Swear the K. and Q. into the Plot that there might be none left to Dissolve us Oats Why did not you mind your hits and follow the Joiner at Oxford such Promethian Rashness aiming at the Sun broke the Neck of a good Plot. Ghost 'T was thy ill Management thou Fool for which thou shalt be Haunted by my Ghost thy contradictory Narratives and sham Commissions a Pox on your Elliots and little Don Johns Oats A Pox on your Exclusions and Associations your Liberty and Property your Seditious Speaches and Factious Cabals were it not for these we might have brought our projects to perfection and made a good harvest of it Ghost The Gallows what else can thou expect since I am gone But that thou mayst not shame the Devil at last by telling one Truth in thy Life spoil all with a mean Confession and like a whineing Convert repent the of thee noble Mischiefs thou hast done hold up thy stiff Neck let loose thy loud and scandalous Tongue throw up thy copper Snout and double hatch thy brazen Face with the wash of Tinsel Loyalty and pretended Religion carry it on with the same Impudence and Hypocrisie tell the City their Liberties are lost with their Charter preach Sedition to the People and warn the Brethren that they submit not to be brought under the Dominion of Popery and Slavery Tell them the Lord Mayor and present Sheriffs are Usurpers and Betrayers of the Rights and Liberties of the Subject and that you may impose it with more Credit upon the People stand fast to all you have said or done Say the Jesuits and Stafford died justly for conspiring against the Kings Life and that the Lords in the Tower are guilty of the same for this Cause make your frequent Visits thither and view them well and often least you should mistake one for the other or forget the Crimes of which you accuse them Keep to the Church but more the Conventicle the Gown but more the Cloak and let the Canonical Vest and Campaign Coat do their Offices by turns since the Brethren love Change and will do any thing to encourage Faction at any rate Oats Have I not changed as often as the Camelion does its Colour with every object that is before it Have I not changed the City for the Court the Court for the City Union for Faction Religion for Sedition and do I not change my Religion every Week with my Lodging But I find all will not do the Brethrens Charity is grown cold and I am left like the Camelion to the open Air and for ought I see am like to have no other Food Ghost Thy last Change is near at hand but that it be not at Tyburn let the next Change be like mine for the fresh Air in some Forreign Land It is full time to do Pennance thou wilt make an excellent Pilgrim in Hungary to put the Male-Contents against the Emperour and the Turk against both Oats I have not done here yet Ghost Thou hast done enough to make the City too hot for thee as well as the Court and it is Impudence beyond Reason to presume to hold up thy head where I durst not shew my face forced to flie to save that old projecting Head and what canst thou hope that has put all those projects in Execution Oats Though I have Impudence enough to brazen it out I must confess since you were gone my hopes are turned into despair of making any more of it and I would willingly turn my self but that I fear I have so bewitched the People with my Lies and Perjuries that I should hardly be believed if I speak Truth Ghost That Torments me more than my Pains least thou by turning Cat in Pan by some mean discovery or whineing Confession at the Gallows thou should'st betray me after Death and confess who put thee upon it for it is some Pleasure even in Torments to see that our malicious projects take their wished effects Oats They have done too long wou'd I was well rid on 'em and cou'd well slip my Neck out of this dangerous Coller Ghost For that Cause I would have thee by my Example flie in time or if thou dare venture to brazen it out stick close to what thou hast asserted and the instructions I gave thee And hang though it be with a lie in thy Mouth the Devil loves no Converts Oats For that matter I do not fear to look the Devil in the Face at the last Gasp But I am afraid my Memory may fail me in some particulars without your assistance and you know how necessary a good Memory is for one of my Profession Ghost I will be thy Genius ready on all occasions at thy Elbow thou shalt be Mahomet and I thy Pidgeon to prompt and instruct thee I will stick to thee even in Death my Ghost shall never be at rest while I have left any considerable Mischief unattempted that is yet in thy power to accomplish Oats This generous Kindness and Correspondence renewed even after Death made me take compassion of the trembling shade offering him share of my Bed which methought he willingly accepted laying himself in such a posture as was most suitable for my present Fancy to work upon He had no sooner laid down but imagining it had been my old Familiar whom I had often made use of on that occasion I fell in close Embraces like Aeneas in Combat with a Shadow but with the violent strugling I awaked which troubled me when I found it was but a Dream FINIS LONDON Printed for John Knight 1683.