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The Famous tragedy of King Charles I as it was acted before White-hall, by the fanatical servants of Oliver Cromwell.
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1680
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Wing F385; ESTC R32020
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certain ruin Fairf First let us Summon them to yeild on Terms if they prove so Fool hardy as to refuse then let our Iron-ball in smoak and sulphur sing a sad Requiem in their fearful ears sound loud the summons that the Foe may hear we wish a Parlee A Parlee sounded Sir Charles Lucas Sir George Lisle Lord-Capell Lord Goring c. appears as upon he Walls Sir Charles Who gives this hasty Summons Fairfax Know Sir the General and the Army rais'd for the preservation of the State of England for to support and vindicate their Priviledges in their Nam that you yeild up your and all are under your with this use Sir Charles Traytor I hold this City chosen and these my loyal valiant survive and rather then with iâ— into the Aâ— Fairf Thou and thy boure such Men as to a hundred and a hondred I do confess thou hast triumph scend unto Helis shades like him but that proves not the thy cause For by the same rule Ottaman may boast The partial Deities favour him the most Rainsborow By that God whom I serve thou traytor Lisle I'll see thee hewen in pieces and thy curst body thrown unto the Dâ—â—â— Sir George A vaunt thou hom-bred Mungrel who art intruth meerly a valiant Voice an hollow Cask in which some rumbling with delights to sport it self Thersitâ—s thus durst menace Agamemnon Know Fellow I have been viciorious even against a multitude have trod the thorny path of cragged War my Body naked and my â—eet unshood have view'd those horrors of a purple neld untroubl'd and untâ—uch'd which but to hear summ'd up would fright thy Coward-Soul from forth her dirty Dog-hole Rainsborow Why spend we time in Dialegue with these Miscreants these cautift Elves who fight for Yoaks and Fetters with as much zeal as half starv'd Wretches beg a boon to sate their hungers and wish profesedly to spend their bloods to please a Tyrants lust Lord Capell Away mechanick Slave whatsaucy Devil prompts thee so to prate when the meanest here thou ought'st to stoop with all obsequious Duty Thou sordid Groom whom of a Skippers-Boy the Westminsterian Rebells made thee their Admiral whom even the dullest Sea-men so despis'd they scorn'd to hale an Anchor at thy bidding and at last tir'd with thy loathed Company intending to have sowz'd thee in the deep mov'd with thy trickling Tears and Pitious plaints set thee on shore to Foot it back to Westminster how dares thy perjur'd Tongue to challenge us serving our dread Lord His Sacred Majesty Him whom all Europe wonders at as the best of all the Christian Kings who for his discreet valour Rivals Scipio for prudence Solomon for temperance without Parallel as are his Sufferings and griping Griefs by you base Traytors each day heap'd upon Him having immur'd His Royal Person up in a strong Den fit for untamed Lions banish'd his Loyal Imperial Lady and with Her the Two Eldest of his Issue bereav'd Him of his Navy and Revenue and what e're truth called His know perjur'd Rebells ere this Summer end perhaps e're Sol doth hunt the Nemean Lion we shall have strong relief you a just Punishment if not Our comfort is though we be left i' th' lurch We Martyrs fall for God the King and Church Ireton You'll not accept then of our proferr'd Summons or come to composition Lord Goring Compound Confound we may perhaps some Thousands of you Sir Charles I am resolv'd ye Traytors and so I know are my Honoured Friends which is the Sense of all within the Town to hold this place even to the utmost hazard nor are we destitute of much Provision enough for to supply us many Months when that fails we have Horses many Hundreds of Dogs and Cats even a Multitude Zeno and Chrisippus the two main Pillars of the Stoick Sect pronounce such Meats as useful to Mankind as the best Sheep or neat the Antient Almains held the self-same Doctrine We'll be their Imitators and that you may know 'tis our resolution forsake your Station e're we leave the Walls or the hot Breath that lightens from an Angry Cannons Throat shall try to wast you hence away away we'll meet you in plain Fed. Thou true Jehovah now own thine own Cause Thou know'st we Fight for thee our King and Laws Fair. Draw up our Troops we'll make these Boasters feel The potent Rigour of our strong Edge Steel Alarum excursions a shout within and crying Fair. cum suâ—s Exit Open the Gates On on on Enter Sir Charles Lucas Sir George Lisle and Lord Capel their Party at the other Door Fairfax Ireton Rainsborough with their Party they charge Three to Three while the Soldiers on both sides Encounter the Round heads are beaten off a Retreat sounded Sir Charles The Power superior to the God of War hath Grac'd our first Attempt with Victory the Rebells with exceeding loss are Fled whom the most Valiant Capel hath in Pursuit see how they scutover the Neighbouring Plains like Flocks of Sheep before an hungry Lion so for the â—uture let Almighty Jove infatuate their proud Hearts with Panick Fear who strike at himself in his Vicegerent Kings are Earths Gods and those that Menace them Were't in their Power would share his Diadem He speaks this looking upon some Round-heads lying dead on the ground selves for your Impieties Alas deluded self-destroying Men whose Erring Souls by this winged Hermes hath usher'd unto the depth of Barathrum in blew Flames for evermore to howl Cursing your for your Impieties Oh Erring Vulgar Oh besotted People that take such pains to become Miserable who with the Phrygian Fabulators Dog catch at vain Shadows and lose the substance So the Athenians Courted Thirty Tyrants to be the Party that should gall their Heart-strings and the fond Syracusians laboured sore to have the Dionisii be their Consults Was ever any Nation bless'd with so good a Prince as Charles our King that so opprobriously desserted him Succeeding Ages cannot chuse but say Nations have suffer'd cause their Kings were Ill But Britains Charles his Peoples Sins did Kill But let it hap as God shall appoint if it be written in the Book of Fate the Rebells shall dissolve the English Monarchy with the Life blood of their most Gracious Prince yet let us hinder that dire Ominous Day while we have Being with our utmost Might and e're we Fall and be Coâ—â—ixt with new and stranger Earth by hard Atchievements and Heroict Acts perform'd for Charles and for our Countries sake let us provide us Fame when We are Dead that the next Age when they shall Read the Story of this Unnatural Uncivil War and amongst a Crowd of Warriors find our Names Filed with those that durst pass through all Horrors by Death and Vengeance for their King and Sovereign They may sing Peans to our Valiant Acts And yeild us a kind Plaudit for our Facts Sir George If we defend this Town against the Rebells Fury but One Month longer Hamiltonian
our Army and give a strong Purgation to those Punies who act for me and may be called my Parliament whose great work yet remains to do my Hugh the King shall die and they shall Father the most damned Act upon the Power of Justice that done all Earls and Lords shall down for to make way for me and those I favour Then thee and I and those whom we create Will Reign like Princes and the Lords of Fate Pet. I knew before the scope of your intents and do applaud them as magnanimous and the sole way left to preserve our lives in order unto which your dear design it shall be my task both at Press and Pulpit to render Kingly Government obnoxious and incompatible with the Peoples Rights to prove the imprisoned King a truculent Tyrant whose blood alone can expiate Heavens wrath and purchase an attonement with the Deities expect me all I may renown'd Sir for promulgation of our well-fixt Cause from which no fear of pain or hope â—f profit shall be of force to draw me For he that dares attempt and goes not on Doth leap for safety into Phlegeton Crom. Our conference here must end some three days hence I march towards the old North to meet the Bannock feeding the fiery Scots They have I heard already worsted Lambert and puff'd up with the pride of victory come on like Lyons flush'd in humane gore I shall not need to pray your readiness Pet. Command me as your Creature Sir you were pleased to impose a task upon me which by the Aid of some one amongst the Nine I know not which to thank for the good turn I have performed after a tedious pumping The Theam you gave me Sir you know was this The Peoples rights transcends the power of Kings Sir I have done my best to justify your learned Axiome in this Scrowl gives him a Paper Crom. Your love to my requests makes your performance of them swift and punctual by the great Genius of this Land o're which I hope to Reign I had forgot what late I urg'd you to this shall oblige my love What's here I am an ill Verse-fier or Verse-maker what do you call your Trimeter-men and none but those have sipt of Helicon I've heard can grace a Verse i'th' reading it pray sing them your self gives the Scrowl back to Peters Pet. How Sir sing them Crom. Sing them or say them all's one think not I take you for a Baller Poet but I want terms of Art Pet. At your pleasure Sir Peters reads Even till this Age People durst not see The pride of Pomp in formal Tiranny The People who raise Kings unto the Crown Are ladders standing still to let them down Crom. The Peoples backs is the worst pair of Stairs a Man can possibly adventure upon they are strong but slipery firm but false You are an excellent Similist my Hugh 'tis an apt comparison to similize the People to a Ladder but I pray Heaven thee and I have not ascended so high upon this tall Ladder that we shall never have an opportunity to descend without breaking our necks Pet. I beseech you Sir either hear me without paraphrasing or command me to read no more Crom. Nay now I see thou art a pettish Poet read on I'll be as silent as a Statue Pet. Abolish these false Oracles of might Cause we were once blind shall we now hate light Why like the Wood that yeilds helves to the Ax Should we upon our selves lay heavy tax Setting up Kings our freedom to confound With our own strength exhausting our own ground Crom. So so enough of this I'll hear the rest in private let it suffice dear Hugh that I accept your Verses with all love and do assign you if Apollo please a Grove of Bay to shade your learned skull from his all-peircing Beams Wing'-Time hath sent one of his Sons to warn me hasten hence my â—ate moves swift and I must move with it my Hugh Farewel fall not to offer up the strict Orisons unto our swarthy if now I prove victorious A King and Kingdom is my valours prize By both their ruines I intend to rise manet Peters Exit Cromwell Pet. This Fellow sure was born as the III. Richard who once rul'd this Land with his mouth full of Teeth Nature hath given him an Iâ—on Soul able and active limbs a politique brain which is indeed a store-house of politique stratagems as if she meant him for the fall and ruin of all Mankind his stout Confederates work their ends amain but he outworks 'em all the very Mine they 've plac'd for to blow up their pious Soveraign shall countermine by Him ruin to themselves and I Sail with them to the invisible Land my Hugh the King must die those were his words O sad and fatal Project when they have serv'd their utmost ends upon Him and on their knees took Oaths to reinstate Him must a black Coffin be his Throne and a cold Vault his garnished Pavillion Let the fam'd Villains of all former times have their dire deeds razed out of Fames black Book as trivial accidents and neglected dreams that these may take up all the room on Record for the most glorious Miscreants e're Rebell'd but what strange fancy lurks within my brain which makes me tax their ways with whom I act whose deeds I do applaud as meritorious deserving honour and the best repute what vile finister fate governs my Life I loath the ills I do yet hugg them next my Heart Pardon great Jove and my most gracious Prince whose Vertues do deprive thee of a being I must go on though Oreus yaun upon me and Demogorgon with his damn'd crew dictates in person what I preach or Write Cromwell I come with a disguised face with as reserv'd a cunning as that Greek that brought in Pallas's Horse to half rais'd TROY thy craft I will repell with double care resting as jealous as I lay purdue behind a potent Foe thy guilt is great so mine and all of us 'tis policy that must protect my life and place me a degree above you all For he that will the Devils Master be Must have a mind mischievous than he Exit The end of the First Act. ACT II. Enter Fairfax Ireton Rainsborow in Arms Drums beating Colours flying with Soldiers as before the Town of COLCHESTER Fairfax THus having ram'd our Enemies in Kent quieted Cornwal and secured Devonshire what now remains but with accustomed courage to take in this strong Town of Golchester Within whose Walls do lodge divers of note who are profess'd and open Enemies unto the State we serve Ireton The fate was just that with delusive hopes hath led them to a receptical of ruin from whence they cannot budge without our knowledge Rainsborow They're taken in our Toyles and must not scape with Life quickly let us draw out our Line and raise our Batterries girting the Town with a close Seige and let the Cannons dreadful voice proclaim to them their