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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	act_n	king_n	parliament_n	4,616	5	7.4258	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A74789	Craftie Cromwell: or, Oliver ordering our new state. A tragi-comedie. Wherein is discovered the trayterous undertakings and proceedings of the said Nol, and his levelling crew. Shall Cromwell not be famous made unto the after-times, ... this shall be their memoriall, these rogues their King betrayd. / Written by Mercurius Melancholicus.	Mercurius Melancholicus, fl. 1648.; Taylor, John, 1580-1653, attributed name.	1648 (1648)	Wing C6772; Thomason E426_17; ESTC R13857	9,394	16

forseiture of Soule so I betwixt the fealtie I owe unto my rightfull King and the commands of an all-powerfull State am doubly purged the one desires me shew a Subjects Duty the other doth command a Traytors hate If I obey the one then I accrew my Soveraigns displeasure If satisfie the other then lye I lyable to Imprisonment or if they please to Death O Feare how potent art thou The man possest with thee cares not to sell his Countrey and his King to Act the worst of Crimes that Hell ere hatcht so he secure himselfe I am resolv'd though LOYALTIE dissent To Act even as 't shall please the Parliament Exit Enter two Souldiers drunke 1 Sould. I le not pay a farthing let the Cit-ty Cuck-olds pay it and they will 2 Sould. Nor I by Oliver wee 'l find a time ere long to search their Mo-ney Ba-gs shall men of Clo-u●s have Gold and men of War-re want it 1 Sould. You are under Col. Bax-ter the Thimble-maker 2 Sould. Mar-ry am I. 1 Sould. I serve under the Command of Co-lonel Oker Okey I meane 2 Sould A pox upon 't wud I were amongst the Bacon-boyes agen with them my Oathes could profit me but here if I but utter once an angry word I 'm snapt here 's not a farthing on the pub-like Faith eight pence a day will hardly find me Drinke 1 Sould. Hearke I le sing thee a Song 2 Sould. Out with 't 1 Sol. A SONG 1 WHat Rogues were we So deluded to be to come hither to our sorrow I would White-Hall To the ground might fall that we might be gone to morrow 2 If here we doe call And not pay for all we are sure to be soundly beaten As sure as our Coats They 'l pluck out our throats if we pay not for what we have eaten 3 I wish we were gone From hence every one for sure we shall be all undone Should the Armie come all What would them be fall they care not for Souldiers in London 2 Sould. 'T is time we were at our Quarters let 's away Exeunt Enter CHORUS Shall we never finde our error but still stumble till we fall Into that Pit of endlesse Terror for our Crimes so capitall Shall we still behold our God Despis'd his Priests without abode Our King for ever under-trod Shall our Lawes be ever wanting and our owne swords cut our throats Shall our hearts be alwayes panting and nothing heard but drearie notes Shall a sort of Knaves still Rule us And a sort of Dolts still foole us Shall our faintnesse ever coole us England will thy eyes nere bee with thy wrongs illuminated London wilt thou never see but for ever be amated Let England rowze and London rise Ere 't be too late if they be wise T'regaine their pristine Dignities Exit Actus Quintus Enter Oliver Harry Martin Joice Pride Staines cum multis aliis sit round at a Table as in counsell Oliv. I Le have no more Proposalls sent to the King and so let them at Westminster be told they 're purely Iretons Issue begotten by the Court-influence on his braines as Sol Homo generat Hominem Mart. No we will at one blow breake the yoke of Kings and make our selves sole Lords as for the Scots wee 'l kick them home againe with their Presbyterie they are not Engins fit for us to use Joice I doe rejoyce to heare your good resolves Pride And I am proud to be partaker with you Stories Nor shall I count it any staine to honour to set my helping hand Oliv. What Law is there that can obstruct our hop●s now we have conquered our Conqueror And if none have ●●●ue and legall ●●g●● to the outward ben●●●ts of this life sage Saints then none ought to enjoy their Sweets BUT WEE If any dare to repine or emulate at our greatnesse is not our Armie numerous strong and able to stop their monthes with earth Mart. 'T is true great Sir there 's nothing visible that can retard our hopes but Policie perswades to have a care of what may be hereafter for this end let us send to them at Westminster to frame an Ordinance to this effect because the people groane under their burthens and sigh for sorrow when they think that yet more Troubles are to come a choise Committee now selected are for to redresse their wrongs and heare their grievances Pride Nor is this all need to be done the people prophesie we levell all and that the House of Peeres with us are uselesse now should the Lords incensed with their wrongs conjure amongst their Tenants the Devils would not easily be layd Oliv. To noose those Lords yet further since yet wee have not made our best of them let there a Declaration be drawne up in which wee 'l say that with our utmost might wee will support the Peerage of the Kingdome Mart. Fond fooles doe they imagine they can conserve their Honours when CHARLES hath lost his Greatnesse or that when as our ends are serv'd upon them wee will not shake'em off with scorne and spight Oliv. It is decreed and they shall find it so what now remaines but that wee doe proceed to make our selves FREE STATES Which to accomplish let no time be lost in voting downe the KING in sifting of his Manuscripts and Papers that so wee may have matter for his Life And then though Heaven and Earth say no such thing Yet spight of PATES and MEN I will be KING Exeunt Enter CHORUS Atlas doe thou our falling World sustaine for wee are sinking now into Abisse Let the Eumenides come on amaine the high Cythaerus top is Cromwels blisse But thou Maegera bring him downe againe and quench his Pride in the salt Meotis Or else let some brave soule for vertue stand And send his soule into Enio's hand Exit THE END