Attack'd his Person to one of which deaths wounds He swistly gives and kills the Second so That boldly sought and some think hurt him too The Third Man seeing this away did fly And dis-inhearten'd his strong side thereby Which by degrees as Lucas Troops prest on Did Courage slack and from their Fury run Bold and upright then all more Big and Tall Vanbralder rid and with stern voice did call His Militants to kally or he Swore By lot the Tenth man else should dye or more Expressing what a shame it was to them On Forreign Soyl to fly or desert him And tho' by words he could but few persuade Yet with those few to charge resolv'd he stay'd When Lucas in pursuit near him arriv'd And by his Plumes and Scars the Man descry'd To be the person he that day had sought And would on Loves account have chiefly fought He bids with ready voice the Walloon know That he might singly fight with Lucas now Who would not by success or Numbers stay Him yet from gaining a victorious day If by Encount'ring hand to hand he 'd try Which of them two in Field should boldest dye Glad was Vanbralder to receive this word And charg'd him home with Pistoll-shot and Sword. The first of which had almost Lucas stun'd Tho' not enforcing any Bloudy wound As 'gainst his Head-piece did the Bullet light And left thereon a sign of this fierce sight But Lucas soon recovering near him got Hoping to kill this mighty man with shot Unto whose face his Pistol he advanc'd Which would not sire however so it chanc'd And now their Combat was to end by Sword And one would judge that Method did afford No small advantage to this huge Walloon Who had so vast a Weapon of his own Or near as great as that appears to Eyes That in th'Tower for Conqueror William's lies As here this mighty Sword Vanbralder weilds Whose Edge he thought would cut through hardest shields A furious blow he at Brave Lucas makes Who by his steeds quick motion it escapes And by a Nimble manage turn'd again He Cuts his Foes hand off and bridle Rein Whose furious Horse thus sreed from rule by Biâ— Disdains his riders Weight should on him sit And boundeth oft unto a wondrous height As this or that way moves his ruleless might Till down a Precipice he takes his way And does by fall his Mighty Master slay Thus Providence did death Vanbralder give Whose Soul in Body was too bad to live The King's Troops many besides Walloon foes Kill'd here of English we may well suppose But to what Number Fighters fell that day Our Muse does no Particulars convey Tho' near a thousand Horse on each side fought If from her Computation deeds be sought What strange disâ—…ay by fears and doubts was then Th' Aâ—â—â—iction of the Beauteous Rosaline Who Guarded by Vanbralders Power might see The Bloudy Toyles of that days Victory And more concern'd in Soul perhaps beheld Her belov'd Lucas engag'd in that Field With Stout Wallooâ—s or huge Vanbralders might As they two did in Terrible Combat fight Who having fully now dispers'd his Foes To free her Person next he boldly goes Whom â—ierce Vanbralder had plac'd under guard Which now its bold Attendance soon discharg'd After beheld the fortune of this day And to prevent their danger fled away When he to her arriv'd and saw a space The gastly paleness of her lips and Face And how her Cheeks were sometimes drawn awry Like Mortall whom Convulsive sits do ply And as the fixed Stars appear in Skies Moveless beheld the Glory of her Eyes And thus within her womans arms she lay Who diligent was by every carefull way Her Lady in Lifes conflict to Assist And by her help her grievous pains resist As sometimes she her Beautious Temples strok'd Or had by Prayers and Tears heaven's ayd Invok'd In hast had Lucas from his steed remov'd Yet fear'd to see the face of her he Lov'd As he beheld her Cheeks Impair'd of red And features like remains of Beauty dead When from his Souls deep anguish thus he said If Speech by me to Rosaline here Made Can passage find and wellcome from her ear 'T is beg'd that she 'd think Lucas now does fear And that his Soul that never yet could weep Or suffer from his breast a sigh to creep When his bloud by most desperate wounds was shed Or seen in fields his bravest friends lye dead Does both as he her danger does behold And if his Lips from hers could remove cold He 'd willingly by it Loves power explore If that might her Life 's pristine warmth restore At Least he 'd take it as his Last farewell If her Soul must on earth no longer dwell But whilest he thus did his Lov 's passion vent Her woman on her Ladies Cure intent Had from a Violl Cordiall-drops convey'd Which Polyasters skill 't is thought had made And 'twixt her Lips dispos'd so much of them As did her Life from Danger soon redeem Tho' to that weakness brought she scarce could speak As by the hand he kindly her did take Whilest all she utter'd was but to express Why she remov'd and love of him Confess Which soon he granted who before perceiv'd The Cause that had her Gentle Temper griev'd And how for love of him and kindest fear She had withdrawn to her disaster here Yet would not further passages relate That to her Mind disquiet might create And chiefly did conceal how with brave Lyle He had conspir'd to Ryvall Martiall Toyl But to oblige heroickly her Sense From his Souls Greatness did these words dispense Sorry is Lucas that he now must â—ay That he can't Love appoint a Nuptiall day Since vow'd I am that Hymen ne're shall light Taper for me till Rebells cease to sight Nor Houses sit that by obtruded vote Dare Arms in Field against their King promote But when with smoothest Brow peace yields her smiles And rightfull war requires no more my Toyls I 'le then fair Rosalines embrace desire And meet her wishes with a Lovers fire Till when to Heaven's protection I 'le her leave And place she Judges best may her receive Or where she least may of fierce Battells hear Or what in them my Martiall perills are And whenso'ere I full perceive their end The wellcome News to Rosaline I 'le send In whose behalf her woman does declare Her Lady as yet weak and speech would spare That well the Method he propos'd conspir'd With what by present thought she most desir'd Assuring him that when they fix'd on place He should have notice in Convenient space Being thus resolv'd and by Brave Lucas seen That in few Minuts perfectly Serene The Beauteous form appear'd of Rosaline And strength restor'd by wonderous Medicine He gently lifts her to her Saddles seat And with his kindest farewell kiss'd her feet And that she might the more securely ride Appoints to ayd her way a knowing guide But to what place her person
Leagure form'd Not from Intent the Town shou'd then be storm'd Since as in Course of Story has been told Feilding did Treaty for surrender Hold. And e're the Kings Battalions thither came The time of yielding fully known to Fame Treaty best Captains sometimes wisely chuse That by Concessions they may cheapest loose Deeming that he too much provoketh Fate Who leaves to Fortune all that force may get But Wars intrign's when of this saving kind Rarely obliging disquisitions find Whilst most their boldest Criticisms bestow On deeds that Caution more then Valour show Beside close Contracts might from gain arise Since Gold did often strongest Towns surprize Propensly Judging that each worldly Fact Does private Int'rest most delign'd compact All which from Fonds of fraud in Humane Race And Coveteous Guilt too aptly Men imbrace To such Constructions Mortalls do incline As like their vileness others they define The King whose Prudence greatest was alone Might from Events have been Auspitious known Had not his Gentle Soul been too propense Withdrawn by other far Inferiour Sense And from that Times important Juncture shows That Princes best their perspectives dispose When they discern from Councills they receive That wiser to themselves their Souls can give Some that wou'd to the King presage success Added unto their hope their Garnish'd dress Judging that Kings such Courtship well Allow That Grandieur seem in Exigents to show Others assur'd that Feilding would not fail By a Courageous sally to prevail If first the Royall Conduct gain'd some Post That might impead the bold besiegers most Which Motive being less Circumspect through hast Occasion'd Perills to ensue as fast Whilst Essex Cawsham-Bridge had then possest And of his daring Arms there plac'd the best Yet o're this pass 't was res'lutely decreed That relief should to distress'd Redding speed By many censur'd a Pernicious Course Since Nature there had posted too her Force Besides 't was thought some Leaders least perceiv'd What might that time have better been Atchiev'd On Barkshire side where large Campaigns abound The Scopefull Blessings of that fertile Ground And through which Straiten'd less the Royall Power Might Reddings Leagure have attacqu'd that hour But Heaven determin'd Cawsham-Bridge shou'd name That days Events which wonder gave to Fame Rupert his Station took to force this pass And sure 't was hot where his the onset was No Jove when painted with a dreadfull Brow Bidding his Lightening burst with Thunders Blow Could represent this Princes Conduct then Or Shot far surer Thunder'd deaths to Men. Tho' losses on his side were many found Whose Soul enough taught daring to abound Whilst smoak and Flame did so promiscuous blend As Fames best eye which she did thither send Was forc'd with some disorder to relate How Chiefs renown'd and Soldiers mingl'd Fate Tho' no bold deeds or Life profusely lost Nor what did praise their res'lute Conduct most Could from the hardy Foes their post obtain Who thought no loss too dear cou'd that Maintain And by recruited Courage soon Supply'd The Rooms where Lives before had Stoutest dy'd But leaving thus this Prince engag'd in Fight Some other prospects do my Muse Invite Whereby this days fierce exit may be known Tho' not each Circumstance nor Action shown Which tedious Chronicles more aptly spread And Stories where their Lumbers fully read Ruthen a Captain long approv'd by Fame In Wars harsh Winters pass'd and Summers Flame And by Time Tutor'd in himself beheld How Ruffe experience in his years excell'd Nor less the King his Antient prowess grac'd In being as told his Captain Generall plac'd And had the Soldiers part as sully shown In his Attempt to save the sieged Town No Chief his Conduct cou'd have then outdone If Fortune had been that day to be won Much did his brave example then incite His Soldiers Valours led by him to sight And where observ'd less hardy to Assail He Strove by speech to win them to prevail Which as his Martial plainness did admit The dialect his Soul did Chiâ—sly sit He then did utter much in words like these Known 't is to me how hardly Men appease The Hearts disorder when with Terror shook Or can't undaunted on disasters look Which shou'd least disassect stout Soldiers Mind And his encrease of Honour thence declin'd No step like that in Bloudy Fields I sought Or when Commanded shrank in Act or Thought This Me from lowest Files did Gradual raisâ— Untill attain'd a steady Captains Praise By the same Method let your Actions show That I your General am and Leader now This Speech deliver'd with a Soldiers Grace And Brevity well suiting Time and place With what his long prov'd Conduct did Import To give their hope and Courage more effort Soon did his drooping Militants dispose More vigorously against their daring Foes And now Deaths Language soon by Guns was spoke Limbs scatter'd were with halfs of Bodies broke Some Valiâ—nt Heads shot oss and as men Tell Their Trunks a while stood headless e're they sell. And where perhaps hereafter may be found Limbs with their Bodies ne're went under ground Whilst Lives that by such Seperation fall Seem less to further Resurrections Call If in that Instant Missing parts must find Their bodies tho' to distant dust confin'd What Man can doubt how various death was here Or how much thin'd by loss Files did appear When Peals against Peals Death concey'd in Course Like Leaves Men dropt that feel rough â—utumns foâ—ce Tho' this from no side sury could withdraw Where Danger could not English Courage awe Whilst Fortune yet a wavering Station held Who least to Arms grants favours uncompell'd Essex w 'had thought his hope enough secur'd Began to doubt how he stood then assur'd The Bridge on which h 'ad plac'd his stoutest Files Strow'd thick with Bodies there gave up their Toils The Gentle streams that underneath did Glide With lowder Sobbs seem'd then to haste the Tide As through this Bridge the Billows had took flight With greater Noise and Trembling at this Fight When breathless Corps into this stream were Thrown And on the Fleeting Billows gashly shown Till in some Calmer hour in stead of Graves They sunk to Earth at bottom of these Waves These sights the res'lute Earl did little please Besides disturb'd how he might next appease The Clamorous Houses should his Conduct fail Or not as was Expected then prevail Enough observ'd how stiâ—â—y some had strove To draw from him the Ruling Parties Love And did their new Erected Creatures raise That subt'ly blemish'd his Loud vulgar praise And as they spread the value of their own Had their Neglects on his Atchievments thrown Whose Poplar Soul by all Attractions sought To be Fames Jewell in the peoples Thought Detesting all that did aspire to rise Like him Conspicuous unto Common Eyes Or bid him doubt that with few steps of Time Some other Grandeur to his height might Climb Which apprehensions he cou'd least depress Whilst doubtfull seen by him that days success
adjoâ—n'd Think not faiâ— Son that 't is to man desin'â— The Certain Methods Providence does guide Whos 's Oâ—… flows noâ— Ebbs like other Tide When things Emerge they oft abscond the why They were produc'd from Reesons broadest Eye How far obscurer then must Mortal's doom Things â—…re abstruce with future Causes come If Man the Universe cou'd search around And weigh all Causes and effects there found Tho' in that Compass dues appear to sight One Total Wonde◠〈◊〉 in â—…th and height Cou'd he assure how Stars or things â—elow Come to 〈◊〉 as we â—ehold'em now Or how Heaven did the worlds first Virgin hour Give womb of Time a future Issues power Whence prying Man as doubtfull might Convey The Worlds first Life as â—ix its dying day Who from this mighty round can't understand More boundless being but at Second-hand Since nothing so remote perfection shows As thence Maâ— his Creators essence knows Whilst all the Miracles which the World do fill Pose us to search the unknown Founders skill Thus even the Lowest Tide of Earthly things Often directs us to supremer Springs Like Rills through easy Channels seem to Creep Have Causes that Conceal'd on Mountains keep How then shall Man the Gordian-knot unty That 's knit by much sublimer destiny Or that way Kingdoms revolutions find By far obscurâ—â— Providence design'd Yet what this Inquisition wou'd require Tho' I could wish declin'd thy strict desire My Vig'lant studies shall as far Impart As I can pierce with my Acutest Art And know that I have oft revolv'd with Care The direfull progress of this wicked War With such Catastrophe's I could convey To Future Time my Hieroglyphick way On which 'till now no eye I did admit To guess that dumb Prophetick sigur'd wit. Behold these Scrolls which are in number Three Units whence springs odd Cubick Mystery The First I offer English deeds contains With Sieges Sallies Battells fought on Plains And next in Course this Faithless Irish shows Steep'd deep in Bloud as here it figur'd flows The Third Disloyal Scotland represents With their Fallacious Coâ—'nanted Intents In all of which thou feest how many fall As Honours Catalogue best sums them all Of these observe selectly such set â—orth Who most their Nations honour'd in their worth Of which some Worthies may to thee be known As here in likeness dead or living shown If my Art's Prospect duly shall relate Their Story yet reserv'd to future date And in this Study'd Copy things foresee To no Original yet can liken'd be With Actions that most signally declare The high Intrigues and Fury of this War. No Strife so dear shall other Nations cost In Noblest Bloud and Valiant Gentry lost Which in these Fields by Fate 's regardless powers Fall but to wither with less precious flowers More to Impress their Love and Valour 's due See in what Series here deplor'd do shew The sev'ral Fights and Skirmishes when they Caus'd in their loss their Lovers Mournfull day As seemingly those espous'd forms appear To drown their Souls and Looks as they weep here Next these a mournfull Spectacle is seen Of pity'd Virgins whose soft flame had been Plighted to Warlike Lives and Glories â—â—ed With Joys expected from the Marriage-Bed As Mortals less their Blessings prize possest Then such by Wishes valu'd are or guest And from their liken'd Lustres here do tell That their Forms could with Grief unfaded dwell As Lillies when in Rains they Tears do show Caus'd by rough Storms where their smooth â—â—â—tures grow Their Native Beauty doth impairless Stay Or their last Glory in their dying day Thus Man with Grief these evills must explore That would with full Compassion them deplore Which in this Martial Landskip here present So sadly near and distant Detriment With Turb'lent change and Mischiefs that ensue As unto sight these dreadfull Visions shew And whence the meanly born as bad conspiâ—e To raise by vile degrees their Orb still higher Whilst Heaven when pleas'd to joyn Aâ—llictions worst From Low and Impious fonds their misâ—hiefs burst Next well inspect this face as 't here appears Mark well his Subtle gestures looks and Tâ—ars And how his Sanguine Nose does him betray As Bloody Beaks denote the Birds of prey Observe him rising too from low Commands By boldest Stepps till there ho Gen'ral stands Then Mark his Fawning and his Lips of Zeal That more divinely he Mens Souls might Steal Or Crowds seduce who seldom can adjust How unsafe 't is bad deeds and Prayer to Trust. Then view him here assaulting his Kings ear With Crocodile drops distill'd to shape a Tear. Next see how he does shift his Janus's Face And slights supinely offer'd Sovereign Grace Then forward move thy eye to shadows there Which in the Artfull Pencills stroaks appear And tho' thou dost no Visage of them see Suppose 'em great as English bloud can be Their Coats of Arms above their heads display'd Like Guilded fame on refin'd Honour lay'd Besides a Crown that seems to hang in Air As if the Head were wanted it shou'd wear Observe the Figures do this Curtain hold Which vails these highly Em'nent yet untold As if the Destinies that cann't relent Conceal'd the Horridness of their Intent Do they not represent the Furies when Their dreadfull aspects Joyn with Impious Men Or in their Snaky Tresses wou'd Invite Some one to Act Hell's boldest Proselite See how they court this Bloudy Cheif to rise Yet more detested unto Humane eyes And how his armed hand is stretch'd to Seize The Crown thou seest in hope of Ayd from these Stay thy Inquiry here for 't is a Text My Soul s strict Comment has too far perplex'd Heroick Dornland in whose steady Breast No apprehensions had so deep Impress'd As these by Learned Polyaster shown If Times dark Footsteps were to man Foreknown Or in such Hieroglyphick Shapes expand When Deaths black Trumps most sill her winning hand Besides the Figures of Peculiar Friends Fully describ'd with their Severest ends Some stript in Fields and in that gastly plight Their wounds discern'd through which their Souls took â—light Who Like the Naturall Fall of Humane kinde Whose Endless Issue must to Clay be Joyn'd Embracing Earths smooth Surface Seem'd to Lye The Eve that Last must Joyn Mortallity More 〈◊〉 his Inward Soul these sights Lament Then outward Grief cou'd Saddest represent Mov'd from the Tragick Postures by him seen And objects did as dismall Intervene Tho' in dark prospects they to him were shown As Light that dimly breaks through Clouds is known With many Gallant persons high esteem'd And some of living freinds he dearest deem'd Nor did he well discern where sields seem'd spread Thickest with bodys of the Valiant Dead Whither the Pencills shaddow might not place With others there observ'd his dying Face Yet all these apprehensions did Convey No such â—emoâ—se of Death or dying day As what these figur'd visions might portend Which by this Artists skill had vayl'd the end That through this Wars Success and Cruel
he exprest As Valiant Scaeva did for Caesar's sake When he by Num'rous shot did Life for sake Next whom stout Lyle his Tragick Scene must end By the same Guns that slew his Valiant Friend Death he before had wish'd as he beheld In Cruel Fight his Dear Flavira kill'd And had from Loves Impulse then sought to dye By desp'rate charges of the Enemy Had not his Loyalty and publique Spirit Been more endear'd by him then his Loves Merit Not much he spoke resolv'd that Actions more Should win on hearts that would his worth explore And witness how brave Subject and best friend In him conspicuous were to his Lifes end Who as he Lucas body did perceive Lying near the place where death he should receive Often he kiss'd his friends yet dying Face And whilst he kiss'd his Eyes shed Tears apace Then with expanded Arms their shot receives As his last word his Murtherers forgives Thus dy'd these Chiefs above what verse can blaze At least such here as would Inscribe their praise Longer then Sculptur'd Lines in Marble tell How Gloriously at Colchester they fell The TENTH BOOK The Argument Wars last great stake at Colchester thus won The Bloudy Armies Insolence Improves As on the Houses Members they Impose And violate the Treaty with the King. In shape of Friend the Devill Cromwell Tempts By wâ—ckâ—dest Ambition to aspire The â—rayâ—'rous Court and Characters describ'd That Murder'd by their Dooâ— K. Charles the First THE Army Leaders who by Faithless guilt Had Cruelly Heroick Bloud thus spilt Soon sound how English hearts their deeds did hate And wish'd the Authors an accursed fate T'Imprison'd King whose Soul had hop'd to hear Some happy progress of that furious War Which his Brave Subjects for his Scepters Aid And pers'nal safety Loyally had made Too soon alas descern'd the sad Novell That told what them and Colchester befell And how the Valiant Lyle and Lucas were In Cold Bloud kill'd by Conquering Rebells there Heroick Capell Goring and of Fame A many Chiefs whom verse here needs not name Forc'd to surrender and attend the will Of Tyrant Subjects as they 'd save or kill Which Tydings Hammond by the Juncto made Their Sovereigns Jaylor boastingly convey'd In hope that Grief his Kings Soul might depress As his Tongue durst these Horrid facts express Whilst Guns for wicked Joy from Carisbrook Towers And shouts of Foes divulg'd these dreadfull Hours The Royal Breast where streams of sorrow flow'd Above what Parent e're for Children show'd Piously did in Secret Thought complain That he should Live at that Time King in vain Since Heaven did not his Sword and prayers allow Mighty enough the wicked to subdue Whilst grievously restrain'd he heard the Sounds Of his best Subjects deaths and Kingdoms wounds Wishing that Heaven had his Lifes end decreed When Bravest Men for his just cause did bleed At Keinton-field or Naseby's Fatall Toyls Where as a Soveraign Chief he led bold Files Or if Clandestine Fate must be his doom Why did not Rolph to kill him sooner come Or was discover'd e're his Piistoll shot King Charles had ended by their shortest Plot Then to their shame let him surviving see A longer series of their Villany Happier he thought was Second Edwards fall Or Richards next to that deplor'd by all Since by a quicker guilt usurped Power Forc'd on their distress'd Lives their dying hour So Seldom prison'd Monarchs period have Other then Murder'd laid within a grave Yet how'ere dreadfull unto humane sense Such terrors might their dismall shapes dispense He Judg'd in Prince 't was next the Sin of Fear To apprehend Fates steps however near If Impious Men who had no right to Live Could killing power unto Deaths Scepter give Resolv'd what'ere his foes 'gainst him design'd His glory to his Soul should still be Joyn'd Cofirm'd by patience full to undergo What Royall fortitude could suffering show And as these words unto himself he said A Circling Flame around his head display'd Is not some brightest Angells spreading wing That did to him Caelestial comfort bring As thus the King divinely great here spent Severest hour's of his Imprisonment His Loyall friends far more concern'd thâ—n 〈◊〉 Fear'd that their Soveraign would soon Murder'd be As Fame's bold Tongue dispers'â—ly did relate Deeds that Conspir'd with that sad Juncture's date And as swist means such horrors did convey By Fatall accident they pass'd a way That near was unto Rosalin's abode Where then her Woman walking on a Rode Had met a Passenger that did declare How Lucas dy'd and Lyle at Colchester She having been by Wise Hâ—rmander taught That by her means no Tydings should be brought Unto her Lady that her heart might grieve Or worst of wounds for Lucas death receive This prudent Female having these words weigh'd T' amuse fair Rosaline on purpose made â—…story that no other stress display'd Then that great Lucas was by Foes decree Banish'd his Country for his Loyalty Having on purpose so contriv'd this Tale As 't did not only Lucas death conceal But to her Lady apt occasion give To travel where she thought he yet might Live. When Rosaline did graciously Address All that her thanks and wonder could express Unto Hermander bidding him farewell And next declar'd she was resolv'd to dwell By choice an Exile in Outlandish Clime Hoping abroad to hear in happy time Of her Lov'd Lucas where her womans Care Long kept sad Truth from coming to her ear But how her person she dispos'd when known His fatall Loss or how she did bemoan Her Lov 's Misfortune verse can't fully say Or in what Cloyster was her ending day Thus Noblest passions deepest did deplore The Impious progress of Usurping power Whilst in this Nation no Just state of Life But did Lament that War 's prodigious strife When Haughty Cromwell did in Embrio Lay Aspiring thoughts to rise a future day If he could first his Soveraigns Life destroy And next by Bold degrees his Throne Injoy To aid which ends he Bloudy Men Cajol'd That for King-killing were alike him Soul'd But these thoughts caus'd some strugling in his breast As guilt of Conscience would have them supprest Tho' at a time when his proud heart was Swell'd By routing the Scotch Duke and risings quell'd Throughout the Nation which the Royall side Did unsuccessfully that Season guide One Evening as he Towards London went Pondring past deeds and what to come he Meant His Inward horror did his Soul assail And 'gainst his dire ambition did prevail So far that now his haughty Minde did yield To force of Conscience all his Bosom's field And as he thus awhile had walk'd alone Near to a lofty Grove perceiv'd by None Fix'd to the Ground on sudden his feet seem'd As he upright then stood in trance or dream'd Amaz'd his looks erected was his hair Like one that did some dismall object fear When for more wonder round him figures stood That from their Bosom 's t'wards
him spouted bloud Like streams that from the Marble Image flow Whos 's Sculptur'd shape does some â—am'd person show Their visage resolute as he had beheld Them sighting or in fuâ—ious Battle kill'd But as amongst these he did Cavendish view And sâ—w the wounds that his brave person slew And call'd to mind the whisper that he gave Which caus'd the death of this Illustrious Brave As he unliors'd Surrounded was by Foes And stead of quarter received killing Blows Unto remorse his Soul did him affright And seem'd to wish he never more should sight Admiring that throughout his wicked part No Sword or Bullet had yet Pins'd his heart Thus far did strength of Conscience over-rule Horrid Designes of his Aspiring Soul Inciting him to hate his former Cant And Specious guilding of his black Intent Whence he might Simulations past deplore And vow by which he promis'd to restore His Gracious Soveraign when at Redding he Weeping assur'd that act of Loyalty Whilst Conscience thus her Ensigns had display'd And by resistless Onsets victrix made He thought he now could happily awake When all these figures that before did take Their Sangnine Station to affright his eyes By saddest Instance of their Tragedies Appear'd no more nor had left signe of Bloud Where he thought they had round him bleeding stood At which rejoyc'd on Bended knees he pray'd That their death's guilt might not on him be laid And thus his Crazy Conscience for a while Past deeds resented and the wicked Toyl Design'd by him in future 'till his eye As he was kneeling did to wonder spy A Throne that from Earths Bowells seem'd to rise Adorn'd with all Majestique Dignities At which tho something penitent in Trance He could not chuse but cast a Liquorish Glance As when a Wolf does see his belov'd prey He Licks his Jaws and turns his Eyes that way Altho' his Entralls had been Clogg'd with store Of Carnage that he had devour'd before So did this Man as he the Throne had view'd Aud from that Object appetite renew'd But as he saw the Bloudy streams and Rills That sprung from Vales as well as highest hills Till Joyn'd in Current 'twixt him and the Throne They in a Crimson River seem'd to run This Vision more then t'other him assrights Who thought it caus'd to tempt him by Hells sprights When three times a strong voice bids Cromwell come And boldly seize a Royal empty Room I can't he answer'd and behold this Scene Of Horrors to my Conscience Intervene Then Conscience not Ambition is the Choice Of Haughty Cromwell Laughing said this voice Next personated unto him appears And with a Friends embrace this Chief endears Having in Soul a Patriot been some say That had in Body fought a certain day At Chalgrave-field and there did wounds receive That did his Mortal life a period give Bidding the Mighty Cromwell from him know That there was no such thing as Hell below Or Malefactor damn'd at Pluto's Court Which he assur'd and smiling made his sport At all such Tales Nay ask'd him if he thought As he his figure freely to him brought That Souls had ever felt Insernal pains Or in Hells Newgate dragg'd about their Chains Who without leave if call'd by Grand Import Can to aid Mortalls Night and Day resort Then handing Cromwell howe're yet in dream Boldly Conducts him o're the bloudy stream Bidding him look if Sanguine Tincture lay Upon his person as he pass'd that way The Chief admir'd to see on him remain No spot as he through Bloud of Thousands slain Had thought he mov'd and to the Feind declar'd That Fopp-like Dreaming he had Conscience fear'd Which never more enfeeble should his mind Or from his Speech a Nomination find Other then as he 'd speciously Cajole Such Factions as for ends he meant to Fool. Then swell'd in heart upon the Throne he sits Where being Rob'd Hells sprights like to some Witts Whose eloquence did him in future treat When he with Grandeur took his Princely seat In Long and Short Robes did they Reverence pay As some did there both Canting speak and pray A Monstrous Register of Hells vast size That was to Book and Proclaim destinies Which by Fates Rigid Sisters had been spun To Crowds of Ghost with a hoarse Gyants Tongue Declar'd the English Nation to despight That Mighty Noll the darling Son of Night After his horrid deeds did height obtain Should Bloudily Five years Protector Reign Which words pronounc'd Dark Vapours overspread The Surface with which Mist-like vanished The Throne and Visions as himself he found Stretch'd out like to dead Corps upon the ground Till waken'd from his Trance by some such Wind As blustring Eolus did for him find When on his dying day the tumbling Sky Did rowl his Soul to sad Eternity Upright he boldly stood and hop'd the Noise Did but resemble future Cannon Joys Which from this Vision he judg'd should succeed As he resolv'd to heighten wicked Deed And by his daring Spirit Ghosts affright If they should him deterr by day or night Like one whose fortune and his â—â—most goâ—d Could have no other Fond then deeds of â—loâ—â— To dispose persons for his purpose â—â—t He well Cajol'd the Men of Impious Wit But most the Arm'd of whom then many were That o're their Nation strove to domineer But lest they should not to his methods Bend As to aspire above them was his end He covertly does that Ambition Guide And seem'd but Instrumentall to their Pride As their bold Power should King and Laws take down And be Joynt Sharers of a Conquer'd Crown Soon with him Ireton Lambert Harrison joyn'd And others that as heinously combin'd To whom this falsest Man thus Glozing spake How great I would your approv'd Valours make Heaven is my Witness as I zealous pray And seek God with you our sâ—elected way If words of mine can prompt you to be wise And from Inferior Orbs to higher rise As you may spoils of Majesty soon seize And feast at will in Royal Palaces Where your brisk Wives with an exulting slame Shall you Embrace and in their Queens Beds Teem Church and Crown Lands we will make spoils by force And Command Senats by bold Foot and Horse If first the Soveraign owners bloud be spilt And ' stead of us on him laid this Wars guilt From which bold deed such powerfull rule will spring As shall have Rise from us without a King. These words when heard by men who before sought How vile designs might be to Issue brought Like Harpies waiting for a Luscious prey Agreed to fill their appetites his way Who tho' their Masters with the King then were In treaty to prevent all future War And near obtain'd such grants as without shame They could not Royal Condescensions name When they ask'd more then Subjects did become And left for Kingly Rule a narrow room As Arm'd Usurpers they all Methods break And once again their King a Pris'ner make Next purg'd the
longer â—ight Command Or hope my Conduct may him now repair Since in my breach of Faith his Cause wou'd share Much had this speech the Gen'rous Dornland mov'd Who Strict Integrity in Man approv'd Judging no Fortitude deserv'd that name Unless best Justice does Compleat the claim Which Thought well Ponder'd next he Feilding leaves And unto Courage and his Fortune gives His Persons Safety resolv'd his Trusty steed The same way back unto the King shou'd speed But soon Perceiv'd his Foes had Stations chose Where they cou'd fiercely his return oppose Or any durst with daring hazzard bring Intelligence or Errand from the King That might th'engaged Feilding's Soul relax And Essex leave a fruitless Truce to Tax The valiant Dornland seeing now how fast The Furious Enemy did accost his haste Before behind and round about him spread Admiring how they fail'd to leave him dead Whilst Shot like Lines unto a Point design'd Flâ—w as no Center but his Heart 't wou'd find On all sides in his flight he fought with some Through others to their Fate he forc'd his room Untill his Nimble Courser and his Fight At once out-did his swift Pursuers Might And in this bold Adventure did receive Such Marks of Glory with best Verse may live His Vesture torn with Shot as Ensigns show When Eyes the Bearers Valour thence allow Besides some Scars upon his Visage seen Which told how sharp his perils then had been Thus he return'd and to the King made known Nobly what Sense of Feilding was his own With all Averments by that Chief were made Why he his Princes Mandate disobey'd Since he oblig'd by Truce must Redding yield And not to save that help to win the Field The King now Dornland's worth perceived more Then from observance first he did explore Resolving thence that with his Kingly Grace He 'd such remark upon his Merit place That should most aptly unto Fame convey The Loyal value he atcheiv'd that day Saying Thy Prince this Jewell gives to thee And if presage of his Auspicious be His Cause shall prosper with renown'd success Whilst thee to wear this gift Heavens will shall bless This worthy Mans Intelligence thus told Soon mov'd the King to bid that his force should No longer suffer by continuing sight Which so much Fruitless prospect gave to sight And thus both sides with too great loss withdrew Since English bloud did that more precious shew Much like to Ships with Masts and rigging tore And Men disabl'd next must tack to shore Where with most leisure and industrious Care Their dismall loss and figures they repair The FIFTH BOOK The Argument Redding deliver'd by a Martial Call The Actions Tax'd and Feilding doom'd to dye Conduct deprav'd the Court and Field affects Which Dornlands Soul does ominously revolve Who unto Polyaster next repairs From his deep Science prospects to discern Of this Wars fature Actions and Events THe Tongue of Fame whose Ensign is the Crowd When various Clamours she disperseth Lowd Or Throws on Mortals multiply'd Mistake As they through Errors-Glass their Prospects take Whence oft to Vulgar thoughts such Mediums rise That feed the Ignis-fatuus of their Eyes Nor seldom do contests in Camps proclaim How boldly Militants Impose on Fame To which Court-Minionâ— their concurrence yield When they with Martialists Intrigue in field And would on Measures by the Armed chose Their complisance most plausibly dispose Whose Souls are to such gawdy Moâ—als joyn'd As least unto adversity are kind Or genuinly the deeds of men Express When Int'rested their value to depress All which unhappy Feildings Case now prov'd Gainst whom both Court Camp displeasures mov'd Nor less then dreadfull Martial sense must free His person charg'd with Faithless Infamy Which did the Kings just Temper more Incense As Reddings Loss was aggravated thence And thus before this Rigid Bar did come The once Fam'd Fielding to receive his doom Whose former worth no Mitigation gain'd As he then seem'd to Honours Jury stain'd By whose strict Verdict sentence soon was past And day appointed that must be his Last From Executioners that Mars does call When his Delinquents shou'd most daring fall Tho' Honor'd held if they by Engines dye That Force with utmost dread the Arm'd to â—â—y Whilst he with Constant â—ortitude Comply'd To bear th' Infliction 'gainst his Life dâ—creed Whence many worthys had more value plac'd On him so â—â—concâ—rn'd his end embrac'd As Gen'rous confidence when Death is near Implys the Soul disdains her Cause to â—â—ar Which worth in him Compassion more Inclin'd With such discernments as might aptost find Regards of Mercy if those Motives might His death prevent and wounded Honour right Considering next if like a Soldier He Had yielded Redding to the Enemy On Terms that prudent Captains wou'd embrace When they 'd surrender fortified place The Scituation weigh'd and what might thence Induce him not to hazzard its defence All which discurssions with their Calm and heat Found soon Conveyance to the Royall Seat Which Pallace-Perdu's watchfully attend That their Address may thither first ascend Whilst of Court Intercessors most admir'd Beauty for Feildings safety then Conspir'd And with the Eminent Lusters of her Face Begg'd for this Chief her Sovereigns Act of Grace With Tears that most resistless Men surprize When made the grief and Prayer of womens eyes Which Far Compassion in her Sovereign mov'd Who Chastly Female Gracious spendors lov'd And held no Bounty by their Charms obtain'd But was their value when with Virtue gain'd And to this worthy of her Sex thus said Happy is Fielding for whom you have paid The Value of your pity shed in Tears Tho' Warlike Sense a Ruffer course oft Stears Then Mercies Milder Orb or Conduct show Whose Beams from Breasts of Kings most boundless flow Nor has Attentless ear to Mercies call Been e're my Crime or Subjects unjust fall Which Candid mildness shin'd throughout my Reign When Sanguine guilt did other Scepters Stain And if Offenders I less prone forgive Their Souls may in their bodies blush to live But Providence whose secret Acts of Grace Incline the hearts of Kings to Mercies Case And like Heavens bounties in the Orbs above Do Sovereign Conduct more benignly Move To which within the Royal Sphere was joyn'd Wales blooming Prince whose soon compassion shin'd As Princely Souls when most enrich'd by Heaven Have Mercies Talents early to them given What verse his Royal Graces can declare In Acts his Mirrors so transparent are And in a Second Charles the Former known As Kings whose Souls no Interregnum own And thus unto his Royal Father said Th' Address that for your Gracious Pardon 's made By this fair object let my Heart conspire To aid as her attractive Beams require Nor is 't denied that with my youthfull years Compassion flows where Woman sheds her Tears By whose bright Sex I early do explore That hard 't is to deny when they Implore These Intercessions of a Royal Son Much on the Kings
strife His Soveraigns Cause might ruine with his Life And caus'd the Loyall Dornland to Consult What from Polyaster's Knowledge would Result Whom thus he mov'd Tell me thou Fam'd of Men How far this Pencill from your Thoughts and Pen Took the Stupendious Methods I behold And but your Science onely can unfold Or Taught more haply from your sense to know Designs our Soveraign Fortunate may show With Bravest Nobles of this Martiall Isle And Generous Bloud expos'd to Furious Toyl Or that prevented which my doubtfull Thought May sear to your deep prospect's sadly brought To which the Great Polyaster thus reply'd Think not fair Son the Thread is soon unty'd That Subtle Destinies conspire to Twist And what more high Guides Causes which they list Of such how Stars incline Art may declare Tho' they like Nightly guides to Science are Consin'd from Beaming the Sublimest Light Os â—rovidence Then worlds of Suns more Bright The first high Author only can display Tho' pleas'd sometimes to use the darker Ray Of Heavenly Bodies whence sound Art may find Effects dispos'd but no disposers mind So far may Humane Calculations reach Tho' no Coelestiall Text they higher Teach My Study'd skill perhaps might so ascend In seeing deeds o're Kings and Men impend Tho' 't is a Round no even influence shows And like the World to Scituation owes Much vari'd Seasons and distemper'd Times The hot Meridians sorce or colder Climes That bolder Men too pronely may admire Why the Creators Conduct did conspire To form a World proves so unequall Great Or Temper'd like some headstrong acts of Fate Let this thy Further Strict enquiry Stay And where Art 's helpless think 't is best to pray The Noble Dornland having heard how wise This Learned Man did things profound disguise Allow'd his Modesty no more to ask By giving Science a severer Task Hoping that Powers above might over-Rule Thoughts that were too Incumbent on his Soul. Whilst thus from Polyaster he retires And far beyond expression him admires The SIXTH BOOK The Argument Essex by Dream his Fathers Ghost beholde By which is told his Future Deeds and End Chalgrave Field and subtile Hampdâ—n slain Lansdowne fierce Day and Valiant Grenfields fall Waller on Roundway-Hill enforc'd to run Hugon by Spell from Sorc'ress Faction aids Glocester reliev'd and Newberry's Bloudy Fight THE Sun past ending Aprils various Hours Where Stars in Taurus Influence growing Powers Had to May's Gemini advanâ—'d his height When Eyes far North behold no Cloudy Night As Phâ—â—bus Beams dissolve Seas frozen there And never set for some Months of his Year 'Till when they rarely see the early Sun Or how his shining hours on Dyals run But to their homes their Winter Graves compell'd 'Till Night's long Cold by days increase expell'd An aidfull Providence that helps to Tame Men that in Frozen Climes breed fiercest Flame Which in our Brittish Region did appear As Winter check'd War's speed this Fatal Year In which betime the King had Redding lost And could not that prevent with bloudy Cost From whence the haughty Houses thought to raise Further Atchievements to their Armies Praise Though in their Conduct and their Counsels were Divided Factions moving in each Sphere Whilst some from sad effects of Mischiefs past Seem'd less propense to forward others hast Which Sense the Earl tho' Redding then possest Found to lie heavy on his troubled Breast Who by Success could not so swell his Mind As moderate thoughts no room in him did find Besides his Soul was more Apal'd to see The Hand of Heaven his open Enemy As in his Camp Contagious Plague had kill'd Numbers that late his Hardy Legions fill'd Nor could their Loudest Priests by Prayer obtain That Heaven should cease th' Infection these had slain Which much their grieved Gen'ralls Heart opprest His Army Lessen'd thus and hopes deprest Of being Improv'd by Soldierly Repute And Pop'lar Fame which his Soul would promote These Thoughts which on his Mind had fix'd their weight By sleeps soft aid he hoped to abate Which Night invites as Natures Time of Cure When Souls less easy waking sense endure And their Essential Attributes enlarge As Sleep the bodies Clog does most discharge Whilst from the boundless working of the Mind Souls seem in bodies to Live unconsin'd Now had the Earl Repos'd some hours of Night As Stars ascending reach'd their Midnight Height And Gloomy Meteors had Condens'd the Air Whence Forms some Judge do Thicker outsides wear Or mode when Sprites their thin extensions Hide And in contracted shapes their beings guide Or Ghosts assume as Frightfull Stories tell Bodies resembling such in Graves do dwell Which Fantoms much this Chief asslicted then Dreaming on Battels past and dying Men Some War deploring with their Latest breath Others the quarrel Blam'd at point of Death Or charg'd their Loss upon his Pop'lar Guilt That first Allur'd the Bloud was after spilt Besides which Vision to his greatest dread He dreamt of Graves at Keinton-field of Dead Which like to Mighty Tombs of Old remain When Hills of Earth did Cover heaps of Slain And in Idea next his Soul had sight Of Brandsords day and Reddings siercer sight Doubting lest Angry Ghosts should near him wait To scare his Soul who caus'd their bodies Fate At which his Inward Horrors did Arise Seen by his Mind without her bodies Eyes Then sleeping Starts next fears his sleep to break Lest his Souls dream should fright him worse awake As thus he lay perplex'd with various thought Fancies All-forming Power had Figur'd brought His Fathers Person much in looks and Meen And Martiall habit like what his had been His Beaver piâ—rc'd with shot as 't was that time When he in London form'd his daring Crime And in his haughty rage and passion Strove To force his Queens Imperiall Power and Love. Which Guilt as if acknowledg'd e're he spoke Seem'd on his brow imprest and paler look And next he utter'd to his Son this Sense Take from me dead my surest Penitence Since Fame Stands well confirm'd that Spirits walk And Organ'd of this World and t'other talk And know I come to bid thee soon decline Th' Ambitious Steps that were too Lofty Mine When Phaeton like I did attempt to rise Yet in the offer fell the scorn of eyes Much bloud thou 'st spilt and I had done the same Had not the Power of Justice quench'd my Flame Else had Crouds faithfull prov'd no Armed hand Could have Rule boldier chang'd within this land As much perhaps thy Pop'lar Soul wou'd do When Giddy Vulgaâ—â— shall resist thee too More Battles thou wilt sight and then resign Thy Power to Factions that Supplanted Thine Who after Aided by some Stepdams Art Shall by quick Poyson kill thy Stubborn heart At which he stop'd and Tears profusely shed To whom his Son in Trance thus thought he said O Hapless Father in your Ghost to come And next your Fate declare how Stars me doom That from your pure Existence I should
value place Without enquiring by a stricter Sense Why the proposall does from you Commence And well I know with us some Cheifs Conspire That the worlds talk should most their facts admire And think they bid for Fame by Trumpets sound If by Compare they find themselves renoun'd Whence Jars and sierce Contests the Soul's divide Of Prov'd Commanders on thâ— Royall side Who so their Anâ—mosities prefer â—s Loyall Duty Slackens in this war And Judge 't is brave if one another they In stead of Foes by Arms attempt to slay To cease such Ills if our example may I 'le gladly Fight as you propose the way And others teâ—ch that competitions vye To turn their Force against the Enemy And less for Fame then for their King Imploy The Hectors part as they his Foes destroy Now reply'd Lucas I 'm endeared more Unto thy Soul If possible then before That with such Grandure does conspire to raise Example Joyntly to our Loyall praise Which to attain the Motive first was mine The Applications Glory I grant Thine And â—…ls the world thy Soul does war Approve Nâ—… 〈◊〉 â—…he Bloud or Spoil too many Love But tâ— uphold thy Soveraigns right and Laws And with a heart unblemish'd serve his Cause No Gâ—…dy hopes or fury Leads thee on But worth to act what should be Glorious done Thus war's thy honour and if decrees above Permit that foes my Life shall first remove I beg of Heaven that my then dying Face May be last valu'd by thy Lov'd embrace This Caress pass'd they next resolv'd to act According as here told their Gallant pact And if our Muse can give their deeds a Glory They shall have lasting Fame within her story Now Rosaline within whose tender Breast Terror and bad presage had Greif Imprest And sinding tho' by Speech and blushes try'd Flavira's heart could not be Mollify'd Who had with disregard to other Merit Allow'd to Lyle the most Heroique Spirit From whence might dangerous Emulations 〈◊〉 â—f Fame did such discourse to Lucas bring And his sierce minde Incite for love of her His value by his perill to prefeâ—… Occasion gave her sorrow to Revolve The Apprehensions of her tender Soul As firmest Love her restless Fears did weigh From her first waking time to end of day Nor could she take her soft repose at Night For dismall Dreams that did her more assright By which she thought in Vision she beheld Her Lucas wounded or to Death compell'd And Judging that her presence nor her Fears Or Love tho' Interceding with her tears Could him her Soul affected now deter From forwarding his Perills in this War Resolve she does her person to remove Howe're obscure she griev'd or dy'd for Love. A Servant old she had of firmest trust Whose Paps her Beauteous Infancy had Nurst Whom solely she acquaints with her Intent And why from Oxford she would now Absent Tho' to her grief she did from him depart Whose Love she still must carry in her heart Wishing her Breast when shot flies thick iâ— field Might Interpose and be her Lovers shield Then ask'd her Nurse if she could find a way Unto some place where she unknown might stay To which her Matron Servant thus reply'd Your Gracious Mother sometime e're she dy'd Me by her will your Gardianess design'd No Less then Naturall Mother to you kind E're since your Infant Lips first Suck'd my breast And kiss'd as you did in my Bosom rest But why my dearest Child must your presage Even to despair your Tender heart engage Don't other Beauties this sad Time behold The Armed Lover and observe when told His Martiall acts altho' their gentle car Would softer Sounds perhaps desire to hear Yet who of these Society or place For this Cause leave or sight of Warlike Face By them belov'd And wherefore should you more Then other hearts your Sorrow thus explore Grant me said Rosaline by thy Compare More Tender Soul'd then many Lovers are And that when Drumms do beat or Trumpets Sound My Breast by inward Grief receives a wound Least their bold Summons should the armed hand Of him I Love too desperatly command Be this the Cause or let thy Soul devise Any for my remove more kind or wise Her carefull woman having Ponder'd well Her Ladyes Grief and Tears that from her fell Her sleep disturb'd and how she made her moan In Love's â—ad accents as she walk'd alone Nor could her Lute or Musick of her Voice At which when heard Birds did in Groves rejoyce Asswage the Apprehensions of her Soul The waves that in her heart did restless rowl Unto Fair Rosaline thus briefly said Loves Fear I see has your Loves torment Bred And hard it is I Judge by your remove To leave behind the fears that spring from Love. But since in being Spectator here you find That terrors hast their pastport to your Minde I can your Fair removall so contrive As Wars events shan't to your ears arrive And where with wellcome you may seasons spend By harmless ease till Battles have an end Guide me kind Foster-mother to the place Where I may that Content in Soul embrace And for my Lover there devoutly Pray That Heaven may him defend each Fatall day Her wise attendant having these words weigh'd No longer did her Ladies stay perswade Since in that Juncture expectations were Busy'd by dangers of ensuing war And rumor'd then that to perform some deed By boldest Prowess Lucas stood oblig'd Wherefore she with her Ladies hast conspires After she her had Cloath'd in sit Attires And over these a Black silk-robe had hung To vail her visage as they passed on But for her own disgnise took no more care Then on her head a Travellers hood to wear And thus Night come they ' riv'd beyond the Line Which Oxford works and Ramparts did confine When by few steps the appointed place they â—inde Whether a Trusty Sorvant was Assign'd To wait with Horses on which mounted they With all Convenient speed did hast away Neatly the Virgin could her Palfrey guide Enur'd for pastime mettl'd steeds to ride And as hers sometimes now remisly trod His fault she told him by her rein or rod. With care her woman to direct her course Before her rid tho' worse she rul'd her horse Yet with best dilligence Imploy'd her eye That timely she might uncooth Tracts espy That from her Horses steps her Ladies might The safest tread as on they pass'd that Night No Pilate Sayling dangerous Creek or streight When Orient Pearls the riches of his freight Could with more vigilance his Compass steer Then for her Lady was her womans care Who knowing long that Countreys site and coast From Roads she to less usuall ways had Crost Where least she thought might plundering Soldiers stray Or Troups that Foes by Star-light sought to slay And as securest way she thought to Chuse Nights Gloom Increasing the design'd did loose This Guide now frighted for her Ladies sake And dangers might ensue from her Mistake
Phanatique Fury stay Which through th' opposing party sorc'd its way That in some haste the bravest did retire Whilst Friends and Foes Flaviras Soul admire Who sometimes turning fought then sled to sight Then â—iercely wheels and destroys Foes by sight A many blows at her opposers strook Yet blam'd their force when view'd her beauteous look Perhaps rejoyc'd as by indulgent chance Their Swords her face did miss and sideway glance If so her visage pleas'd in Ragefull toyl What man would not admire her kindest smile And as she thus engag'd some sighters stay'd That boldly fought for her defence and ayd When â—theâ—s rallying onsets made again And did their ground successfully maintain Till â—…ence â—ad oblig'd 'em to retire As they beheld more Num'rous parties nigher Which Fairfax from his mighty Camp had brought And could not be by power of Oxford sought When Cromwell saw his parties forc't retreat Whom most Flavira's Courage did defeat He bit his Tongue for rago and curs'd in mind As bloudily revenge he then design'd And could not in his Visage for a space Compose the usual Cousenage of his face Till looks and speech conspir'd his Canting way Or when for wicked ends he 'd fast and pray Vowing that for the Crossed Champions sake He 'd vengeance on that Christian 〈◊〉 â—…ke For as in front a Cross that figure bore Who was by Metaphor a Romish Whore So in the Forehead of each Church we see Erected is a Harlots Dignity Wherefore 't will well become our Zealous â—lame To ruine Crosses and so Churches maiâ— That Saints before most comely figur'd there May without Nose or Limbs provoke our jeer And sure his power by Time was bolder known That Silver-shrin'd Diana melted down And her admir'd Temples structure raz'd Then he by holy Cost there first her plac'd Hugon when heard these words did laugh for joy Since thus Commission'd Churches to destroy And plunder from within them what was left Since Abbys fall enrich'd their growing Sect. And next declar'd altho' by Heavenly will They did not then the daring Crosier kill That better 't was as he 'd disperse a tale Which more then kill'd the Imp should them avail And how True-Protestant Children to devour This serious thing was sent by Romish power And unto wonder could instead of Meat A Wooden Cross with Superstition Eat And should the King prevail had power from thence T'aâ—…ict our sleshly friends by Penitence And force our Dames that Thimbles Bodkins wear By Crosses figur'd on 'em Crimes to fear This I consess last audience I forgot As I had long discours'd of other plot Cromwell the Tale approv'd and bid when next On this occasion he should chuse a Text To Fairfax so to preach as might his Soul Unto their change design'd devoutest Fool. And now bids Hugon him amuse by Prayer Made against Kingly Rule and Spiritual Power Whilst Cromwell would with Ireton Counsels joyn That sitter was to further their design Yet tho' some days fac'd Oxford little more Their Army did then was perform'd before Now had the Sun within the Western Main Some hours his Steeds refresh'd as Poets fain When the Moon 's Orb with Stars Nights twinkling eyes Arose to comfort Earth with Beams from Skies A season that designing Man fits best Whilst others would Indulge their harmless rest When Fairfax had strict Guards near Oxford set That passers thence and spies might Intercept Of which some had detain'd a single man Who from that City hastily mov'd then Like Cassock'd Schollar Grave his Robe appear'd And no less Reverend seem'd his face and beard For Priest they took him which enough that time If but for Function sake was deem'd a Crime And searching of him found a written pass By the Queens Royal hand inscribed was Death in worst shape they unto him declare Thinking for Popish Fighters he made Prayer Or with the Armed Crosier Joyn'd of late Whose Valour boldly did their force defeat Smiling he heard their threats and told that he Would Cromwell if brought to him satisfy To whom conducted Cromwell took no care Further a while t'inspect the man's affair Or thought to hang him without more ado Since that he was a Priest he judged true Till he maturer some concerns did weigh That possibly this Man could soon betray Either as Fear of death or torture might His Soul unto discovery affright And taking him apart the man he found To be Sydesmond to his purpose sound Who holding of his false beard in his hand Like part on stage that undisguis'd does stand Fawning Address he thus to Cromwell makes See Famous Chief what pains Sydesmond takes That dangerously his person does Commit To diverse perills whilst Imploy'd his wit For your Assistance and the Cause you serve What'ere of King and Queen such deeds deserve Kind Lady she her pass-porâ—…â—…e allow'd That none might me Impede when I remov'd Where Royall powers Command in hope that I As promis'd 't was would 'gainst yours prove a spy I took the pass that you might better see The Considence these Soveraigns have in me Whilst I do now my utmost Care Imploy That they may Oxfora's rule small time Injoy And how Triumphantly your Army may This Teeming Fagle and her young ones Slay Observe this persons Name I here present Whom I corrupted have to my Intont And shall to you betray an Oxford-port By which the Town you 'l gain by small effort But first I must make good the Promis'd Coyn That is assur'd him upon word of mine Not doubted by the Houses that for gain Unto their Cause I such Intrigues maintain Cromwell embrac'd the Motion and profest Sydesmond was most dear unto his Breast And should Advantages to come receive By which his favour richly he 'd perceive Since he endeavour'd so their power to ayd As Martiall prospects would be surer made And who 'd not in a Per'lous Journey Try The shortest way if more Secure thereby Here take this Gold and let the Care be thine In proper time to perfect this Design The Coyn Sydesmond takes and when alone Laugh'd well to think how smooth his cheat had gone And that by his device he could Cajoal The subtile Cromwell's disbeleiving Soul. Since neither Hell nor he did know the man That would give up a Port in Oxford then And was a fiction for his ends devis'd And by his craft might be enough disguis'd As things at Oxford chang'd or aid arriv'd E're this design if true could be contriv'd And hasting his return unto the Queen 'T was sure he told her not with whom he 'd been Who by a tale well feign'd another way Expected from her bounty thanks and pay The Senat 's Army that before this Town Some days had staid and nothing Signal done Drew off referring unto future Hour What might be there effected by their Power Either as Force or Powerfull Gold should aid Designs that might in time be surer laid Having from best Intelligence now heard That the King