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A40857	The famous tragedie of King Charles I basely butchered by those who are, omne nesas proni patare pudoris inanes crudeles, violenti, importunique tyranni mendaces, falsi, perversi, perfidiosi, fædifragi, falsis verbis infunda loquentes in which is included, the several combinations and machinations that brought that incomparable Prince to the block, the overtures hapning at the famous seige of Colchester, the tragicall fals of Sir Charls Lucas and Sir George Lisle, the just reward of the leveller Rainsborough, Hamilton and Bailies trecheries, in delivering the late Scottish army into the hands of Cromwell, and the designe the rebels have, to destroy the royal posterity.		1649 (1649)	Wing F384; ESTC R3816	25,227	52

THE FAMOUS TRAGEDIE OF King Charles I. Basely BUTCHERED by those who are Omne nefas proni patare pudoris inanes Crudeles violenti Importunique tyranni Mendaces falsi perversi perfidiosi Faedifragi falsis verbis infunda loquentes IN WHICH IS INCLUDED The several Combinations and machinations that brought that incomparable PRINCE to the Block the overtures hapning at the famous Seige of Colchester the Tragicall fals of Sir Charls Lucas and Sir George Lisle the just reward of the Leveller Rainsborough Hamilton and Bailies Trecheries In delivering the late Scottish Army into the hands of Cromwell and the designe the Rebels have to destroy the ROYAL POSTERITY Printed in the Year 1649. To the Sacred MAJESTIE OF Great Britain France and Ireland KING CHARLS II. May it please Your Majesty I. STerne Fates permitted Your Great Syre to fall By those who at the first disguiz'd their ends With specious showes and have procur'd our thrall Like holy miscreants and Religious Fiends By a most pious trick have slav'd us all To Death an Hell till Jove his mission sends By Michal's hand to Thee Great Charls His Heire To Redeeme us and fill the Regall Chaire II. The depth of their Designe was hatch'd in Hell From the first houre Your Father warm'd his Seate So that even Infants now can prattle well Twenty years since in thought they were as great As now they are and O most strange to tell Had taken Oathes their Machine to compleat Or sinke in the attempt though to the Nation It seem'd they nothing sought but Reformation III. O Reformation dire that kils our King Doth both invert and subvert Discipline Vacates all Law each private man doth bring For fear to countenance their damn'd Designe Propriety Great Britains Gimiel KING Taken away while Treason in a line Like the plague takes and the damn'd Faction grows Great in that Tribe in which at first it rose IV. Our Goods and Lives we forfeit at their wils Our Noble Heros do by dozens fall The Loyall Gentry grief or Prisons kils The People each day rob'd and spoil'd of all While those Plebeians who procure our ills Feed high sleep soft have Kingdomes at their cals Strange revolution O accurst mutation That appoints Coblers for to rule a Nation V. But sure Great Prince thou oft hast laugh'd aloud To cogitate what their ambition Hath brought them to who now are grown so proud As fearlesse of thy strength and their condition As to proclaime Thee Traytor midst the crowd And to divulge their Trayterous prohibition If thou returne for to regaine thy right Thou must expect to perish by their spight VI. Summon all Nations to thy speedy aide Search from the Orient to the Occident The Gets and Parthians Switzers who are swaid By fierce Camillas second Tartars bent To bloud and horrour those whose God is said To hang twixt Heaven and Earth the Truculent Fastidious Moore take all except ' gainst none For many hands must lead Thee to Thy Throne VII So let this most unhospitable Land Smart for her Treasons till all kneele to Thee Offering themselves as Slaves to Thy Command Whom Jove hath sworn an Earthly Deitie That by Thy heavy and Victorious hand Those Monsters who doom'd Thy great Syre to die May receive treble vengeance and so perish Ensuing times may fear their thoughts to cherish VIII That having gain'd thine own appeas'd the Rabble Silenc'd Thy foes by Counsels or by Death Purg'd that accursed fowle Augaean stable At Westminster by Thy vindictive breath Like Thy Great Ancestors Thou maist be able To weare in Peace Great Britaines glorious Wreath While all Thy Subjects for to serve Thee Joy Singing allowd with me Vive le Roy. To the Author on his Tragedy WIth a sowre aspect and a Critick eye I have perus'd thy well writ Tragedie My ravisht soul grew sicker then the Age When as I hastned to the latter page Wrapt in a sweet amazement such an one As dreaming men sometimes do thinke upon Who when they wake are wroth and vexed sore They of that sweet delusion taste no more I wisht thy Play had been more largely writ Or I had ne're seene or perused it In which Apollo and the three times three Sweet Thespian Ladies chaunt though dolefully Such stately layes that famous Sophocles Would write his Plaies a new saw he but these Melpomene girt in a purple Robe Her hand in Heaven her foot upon Earths Globe Is taught by thee to chaunt forth Tragick notes Such as do damn the Rebels and their Votes He that can read thy Play and yet forbear For his late Murthered Lord to shed a tear Hath an heart fram'd of Adamant and may Passe for an Atheist the Reformed way But to conclude thy raptures I admire As those are sung even to Apollo's lyre E. D. THE PROLOGUE TO THE GENTRY THough Johnson Shakespeare Goffe and Devenant Brave Sucklin Beaumont Fletcher Shurley want The life of action and their learned lines Are loathed by the Monsters of the times Yet your refined Soules can penetrate Their depth of merit and excuse their Fate With this position those rude Elves that dare ' Gainst all Divine and humane Laws make War Who count it treble glory to transgresse Perfect in nothing but imperfectnesse Can finde no better engine to advance Their Thrones then vile and beastly Ignorance Their bloudy Myrmidons o' th' Table round Project to raze our Theaters to the ground No marvell they lap bloud as milke and glory To be recorded villaines upon Story For having kill'd their KING where will they stay That thorow GOD and MAJESTIE make way Throwing the Nobles and the Gentry downe Levelling all distinctions to the Crowne So that which Heaven forbid should they reduce Our English world to their confused use 'T will be admir'd more then a prodegie To hear an Herald state a prodigee An 't will be thought a sharpe and bitter blur To salute any by the title Sir We here present you his deplored fall Whose Death will prove a ruine generall If Fates forbid not and we hold to view What the world knows is not more strange then true Anotomizing Treason damning them Who Murther'd Charls to share His Diadem And to preserve their Soules in flesh whose ends Unto the ruine of all Europe tends But Joves all potent thunder shall divide Their plots and sinke them in their height of pride Exit The Persons Fairfax Ireton Rainsborough Peters Bosvill Cromwell Pride Sir Charls Lucas Sir George Lisle Blackburne Lord Capell Lord Goring Treason Ambition Lust Perjury Sacriledge Revenge Parliament-men Messengers Mrs. Lambert Mutes Souldiers Servants THE TRAGEDIE OF King CHARLES the First ACT. I. Enter Hugh Peters and Oliver Cromwwell Cromwell MY fine facetious Devill who wear'st the Liverie of the Stygian God as the white Embleme of thy innocence Hast thou prepar'd a pithie formall Speech against the essence and the Power of KINGS that when to morrow all my Myrmidons doe meet on Onslow-heath like the

and Fetters with as much zeale as half-starv'd Wretches beg a boone to sate their hungers and wish profusely for to spend their blouds to please a Tyrants lust Lord Capell Away Mechanick Slave what sawcy Devill prompts thee so to prate when to the meanest here thou ought'st to stoop with all obsequious duty thou sordid Groome whom of a Skippers Boy the Westminsterian Rebels made thee their Admiral whom even the dullest Sea-man so despis'd they scorn'd to hale an Anchor at thy bidding and at last tyr'd with thy loathed company intending to have sowz'd thee in the deep mov'd with thy tricling teares and pitious plaints set thee on shore to foot it backe 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 Salomon for temperance without parallel as are his sufferings and griping griefs by you base Traytours each day heap'd upon Him having immur'd His Royall Person up in a strong Den fit for untamed Lyons banish'd His loyall and Imperiall Lady and with Her the two eldest of His Issue bereaved Him of His Navie and Revenue and what e're truth called His know perjur'd Rebels e're this Summer end perhaps e're Sol doth hunt the Nemean Lyon 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 'l not accept then of our profer'd Summons or come to composition L. Goring Compound confound we may perhaps some thousands of you Sir Charles I am resolv'd ye Traytors and so I know are these my honoured Friends which is the sense of all within the Towne 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 failes we have Horses many hundreds of Dogs and Cats even a multitude Zeno and Chrisippus the two maine pillars of the Stoicks Sect pronounce such meats as usefull to Mankind as the best Sheep or Neat the antient Almaines held the self-same doctrine We 'l be their Imitators and that you may know 't is our resolution forsake your station e're we leave the Walls or the hot breath that lightens from an angry Canons throat shall trie to waft you thence away away we 'l meet you in plaine Field Thou true Jehovah now owne thine owne Cause Thou know'st we fight for thee our King Lawes Fair. Draw up our Troups we 'l make these Boasters feel The potent rigour of our strong-edg'd steel Alarum excursions a shout within and crying Open the Gates On on on Fairfax cum suis Exit Enter Sr C. Lucas Sr G. Lisle L d Capel their Party At the other dore Fairfax Ireton Rainsborow with their Party they charge three to three while the Souldiers on both sides incounter the Roundheads 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 Rebels with exceeding losse are fled whom the most valiant Capel hath in pursuit see how they scut over the neighbouring Plaines like flocks of Sheep before an hungry Lyon so for the future let Almighty Jove infatuate their proud hearts with panick feare who strike at him himselfe 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 Roundheads lying dead on the ground Alas deluded self-destroying Men whose erring Soules by this winged Hermes hath usher'd unto the depth of Barathrum in blew flames for evermore to howle cursing your selves for your impieties Oh erring Vulgar oh besotted People that take such paines to become miserable who with the Phrygian Fabulators Dog catch at vaine shadowes and lose the substance So the Athenians courted thirty Tyrants to be the Partie that should gall their heart-strings and the fond Syracusians laboured sore to have the Dionisii be their Consuls Was ever any Nation bless'd with so good a Prince as CHARLES our King that so opprobriously deserted Him succeeding Ages cannot chuse but say Nations have suffer'd cause their Kings were ill But Britains CHARLES His Peoples sinnes did kill But let it hap as God shall appoint if it be written in the Booke of Fate the Rebels shall dissolve the English Monarchy with the life-bloud 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 commixt with new and stranger earth by hard atchievements and heroick 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 unnaturall uncivill Warre and amongst a crowd of Warriours find our Names filed with those that durst passe through all horrors by death and vengeance for their KING and Soveraigne They may sing Peans to our valiant Acts And yeild us a kind plaudit for our facts Sir George If we defend this Towne against the Rebels furie but one Month longer the Hamiltonian Duke who now hath passed Tweed with a numerous Army full Twenty thousand Scots Ten thousand English commanded by the truly-valiant and invincible Knight renowned Langdale we shall have honourable and sure reliefe meane time by frequent Sallies we 'l indeavour to breake in pieces Fairfax his guilty Forces the Prince of Wales is now upon the Downes and with Him most part of the Royall Navie the Londoners speake high against the Junto and every day are fear'd to rise against them the loyall Welch continue strong in Armes and eke in every Angle of the Land the People wish for action the face of things at present promise fairly But should all faile by force of Destinie Our comfort is we when we list can die Sir Charles I heed not Hamilton or his Resolves knowing him to be ambitious treacherous a Proteus that can shift into all shapes a slie insinuating Sicophant who by his most falacious machinations hath been the ruine of the KING and us 't was he that instigated first the KING to raise a Warre against the Covenanters yet underhand incited them against Him 't was he that gave His Majesty advice to go in Person to the Senate-house there to demand the five seditious Members yet secretly sent them word of His intentions 't was he how e're he seemed in show averse that when His Majesty scap'd to the Scots when Fairfax wholly had subdued His Forces procured the damned sallary of his Master for Twenty thousand pounds and I much feare 't is he and onely he that will betray the Army he now leads knowst thou not George he ever did aspire to be the King of Scots 'T is he that hath made England all on flame Blasted its beauty burnt its goodly frame

Greek Exorcist renowned Calchas when with his Magicke numbers he incouraged great Alreus Sonne and martiall Diomed to prosecute their Siege ' gainst Priam's Towne by thy insinuating perswasive art their hearts may move like Reeds when Boreas breath smites the huge Oakes that on Mount Pelion grow I know that Nectar hangs upon thy lippes and that the most absurd Syllogisme or care-deceiving paradox maintain'd by thee shall seem oraculous more dangerous to question than the Sacred Writ Sing then my Hugh and so thy Numbers sing All those that heare may joyntly curse their King Peters Most valiant and invincible Commander whose Name 's as terrible to the Royallists as e're was Huniades to the Turkes or Talbot to the French thy Nose like a bright Beacon sparkling still the Aetna that doth fame our English world hangs like a Comet o're thy dreadfull face denouncing death vengeance the Ancients fam'd Alcides for his Acts thou hast not slaine but tane the Kingly Lyon and like great Tamberlaine with his Bajazet canst render him within an Iron-Cage a spectacle of mirth when e're thou pleasest Had the Snake-footed earth-borne Sons of old but had thy ayde Imponere pelion ossae old Saturne might have laugh'd to see his Sonne sit sadly by him in the Cimerian shades while thou didst sway the Empire of the Skies Englands best Patriot and my noble Patron a Sermon such as Ignatius Loyalla himselfe were he to morrow to supply my place for dangerous Doctrine direfull Use and dreadfull Application would glory to name his I have provided such an one As shall confirme our Faction ten times more Then all that they have known or heard before In it I 'le prove Kings ab origine have been the Peoples plague given them by the angry Gods in wrath the meer exuberance of their crimes the sordid Vulgar being delighted much to honour those dull Images which themselves erect and dread those Anticks which themselves depaint themselves affording both the hornes and nailes which make them either dangerous or ugly I will assert that Regall power is Devilish and inconsistent with the Peoples Freedome I will make it good the Tyrant now in hold whom some yet call their Lord King CHARLES doth merit violent death as guilty of the many thousand horrours committed in the late most bitter Warre I will demonstratively Crom. Enough enough my dearest Hugh thou art my better Genius thy advice I will relie on with more sure respect then on a Sybils words or Delphian Oracle drink the Elixar of that pretious mettall he gives him Gold 't is soveraign ' gainst that perilous disease call'd Speaking truth 't will prove an animation to thy mind for to proceed in thy audacious practise I meane against the King and 's House of Peers thou'lt find it a most precious Antidote against the poyson wavering fame shall spit and to conclude a perfect supplement of all defects that Time or Fate shall by harsh doome appoint But what will please the best my dearest Hugh 'T will purvey for thee Wine and Wenches too Pet. Sir you are pleased to make my faults your mirth I doe confesse the luscious Paphian sinne hath ever vanquish'd all my virtuous powers the Cyprian Queene in full aspect of Mars being predominant solely at my birth besides the constitution of my body made up of moisture and venerable humors though some great Ladies say leane men doe best may help for to extenuate my crime of being too often prov'd beneath the Navell But Noble Sir this Colloquie is too poor if we consider our most high resolves our language should be like those Lawes we meane to give awfull and to be wonder'd at by mortals sable-brow'd Saturne and bloud-thirsty Mars must seem sole Rectors over us abroad though Venus and her soft Sonne the sightlesse Boy challenge our utmost faculties in private Crom. Thou art that Load-stone which shall draw my sense to any part of policy i' the Machiavilian world we two like Mahomet and his pliant Monke will frame an English Alchoran which shall be written with the self-same pensil great Draco grav'd his Lawes but first we must subdue the testie Scot and send the Beggars home as lowsie though not so propt with limbs or so well shap'd as when they chose the politique Hamilton to be their Generall meane time if those auspicious starres of sinne whose influence hath prosper'd Treason hitherto shall still continue gracious to our villany Tom Fairfax may take in the Towne of Colchester and force those stubborn truly-valiant Heroes for in my thoughts I doe esteem them so who have tane shelter in that antient City at least for to comply on remisse tearms my next work then is to new-mould our Army and give a strong purgation to those Punies who act for me and may be called my Parliament whose great worke yet remaines to do my Hugh the King shall die and they shal Father the most damned act upon the power of justice that done all Earles and Lords shall downe for to make way for me and those I favour Then thee and I and those whom we create Will Reigne like Princes and the Lords of Fate Pet. I knew before the scope of your intents and doe applaud them as magnanimous and the sole way left to preserve our lives in order unto which your deare designe it shall be my taske both at Presse and Pulpit to render Kingly Government obnoxious and incompatible with the Peoples Rights to prove the imprisoned King a truculent Tyrant whose bloud alone can expiate Heavens wrath and purchase an atonement with the Deities expect me all I may renowned Sir for promulgation of our well-fixt Cause from which no feare of paine or hope of 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 daies hence I march towards the cold North to meet the Bannock feeding fierry 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 readinesse Pet. Command me as your Creature Sir you were pleased to impose a taske upon me which by the ayde of some one amongst the Nine I know not which to thanke for the good turne I have performed after a tedious pumping the Theame you gave me Sir you know was this The Peoples right transcends the power of Kings Sir I have done my best to justifie your learned Axiome in this scroule gives him a Paper Crom. Your love to my requests makes your performance of them swift and punctuall by the great Genius of this Land o're which I hope to Reigne I had forgot what late I urg'd you to this shall oblige my love What 's here I am an ill Versefier or Verse-maker what doe you call your Trimeter-men and none but those have sipt of Hellicon I 've heard can grace a

on with hopes of re-establishment so long that now He doubts my feign'd reallity and a strong Partie in the Junto sit who without me are now in Treatie with Him but I shall breake the necke of their Designe perhaps before they thinke it the severall Commanders of the Army are now all of my Faction while Fairfax silly Foole sits like a Statue as if he nothing knew or nothing durst I have proposed unto the severall Officers to forsake the King and yeild Him up as one not fit to live unto the block I have informed them and it takes exceedingly so forward are the Fooles to worke my ends and their owne certaine ruine that the King is a Man of bloud by no meanes to be trusted being of a rigid and implacable Spirit hating even to the death all have opposed Him and that should He regaine his former Power He quickly would make use on 't to their ruine that therefore they should make a retreat in time nor yeild their necks unto a Tyrants mercy that they having declar'd so highly for Him might the more easily by farre entrap Him nor was it a discredit so to doe since in all Ages such a politick course hath been thought just and safe they snared with my words resolve to doe so for to remove the King by violent death and to set up a Military Power now my plots worke the Stage growes great with horror the English Monarchy growes sick to death its very Basis hath an Ague-fit which wil not cease to shake it till it be Levell'd to the humble earth Mount mount my thoughts unite like scatter'd springs 'T is a strong Torrent that must beare downe Kings Here I appointed my deare Buffone Peters Enter Peters Boswill Pride with Soldiers and Coll. Boswill Pride and my whole Army to meet about this houre See they come Welcome deare Friends you have observ'd your time My Hugh how thrives our Counsell in the Army that our great Generall the Lord Fairfax guides I am sure these gallant Soules serve under me are all unanimous to shake off Kings and while the Iron 's hot to strike that blow which shall for ever free the English Nation from Tyrants and their awfull power Peters Heroick Sir they all even as one Man applaud even to the skies your rare projection both Officers and Souldiers covetous for to accomplish what 's by you propos'd and as a signall of their Resolutions see here the more part of a queint Remonstrance which must by us be brought unto a period wherein we will divulge unto the world the reasons and grounds of our intents Cromwell As I would wish never till now could England hope a happinesse why how now Boswill why art thou so sad the noble Pride stands like a man astonish'd or like a marble Statue whose aged feet are wrapt in wither'd mosse what 's the matter Pride Nothing deare Sir but an excessive joy which hath surpriz'd my faculties and craz'd upon the organs of my speech my mind is busied 'bout the Kingdomes fate my Soule in a deep conference with my sense about mature affaires Boswill The constitution of my Soule agrees with thine in each degree of temper most honoured Cromwell from our late-sworne Principles I 'le not recede though Heaven rain'd down fire upon me though Earth yawn'd wide and Hell gorg'd balls of Sulphure the King that Man of bloud shall lose His Head and all His prime Adherents wait on Him unto the other world the People we will Rule by the Sword 's power their lives and goods by Conquest we have gain'd our sway must be maintain'd by Strength not Law The Sword that cut a passage to our Sphere 'T is that alone must secure us there Cromwell Oh let me put thee in my bosome Boswill henceforth let us converse more neerly and like the Zodiacks Gemini mix our loves we 'l be a second Pylades and Orestes and never part till death my Hugh let 's hear some part of that Remonstrance 't will highly spurre us on to action Peters You shall the most material Clauses Sir are these which take with this exordium I penn'd late yesternight He Reads Absolute power of necessity must subsist and keep above water though all else be assur'd of drowning to the losse of all or at least many branches of universall Freedome and therefore the Fox did not conclude amisse when he saw his fellowes steps march towards the Lyons Den Nos vestigia terrent if we enter into a strict scrutinie we shall find that our choice and our nature gave us Kings the dignity conferr'd upon a single Man was sure intended for the good of all but where one drawes from all can that be pleasing or fortunate or to leave this one can that be injury and therefore in order theretowe declare That we will call King CHARLES to an account as the prime Promoter Abettor and sole Occasioner of all the murthers and outrages committed this many yeares during the Warre and bring Him to a Tryall for His life That with Him we will bring to judgement all those of His Partie who in order to His Arbitrary Commands have murthered spoyled and impoverished the Free-borne People of England Crom. Hold I have heard enough why this is done to purpose and shewes all gallantry did not die with Brutus and his Confederate Consulls now Lawrell wreathes commixt with Myrtle branches shall deck our fortunate brows as the true Patriots of our native Countrey We 'l give the whole world cause for to remember us aside the ensuing Ages when they read our Acts shall blesse our memory with devout respect but flying Phoebus now hath left our Hemisphere black night hath now put on her ebbon robe and wrapt the Welkin in a sable shrowd we must away now towards the frozen North my fellow Souldiers we must direct our march to jerke the Scots back to their Sedgie Cottages malevolent Saturne oh be thou propitious prosper thy Agent in his deeds of death Which are so grim and horrid full of ire Some will suspect the Devill was my Sire Exeunt omnes Enter Fairfax Ireton Rainsborow cum aliis as in a Tent a Table and Tapers Fairfax How goes the night Ireton About the howre of twelve Fairfax Now then while all the worl'd 's involv'd in silence and man and beast takes their repose and rest let us determine 'bout these captive Heroes who with this Towne of Colchester to morrow must yeild themselves unto our mercy Rainsborow Renowned Generall under whose conduct we have been fortunate and victorious I need not now recite since you well know what vast expence of bloud of toyle and treasure we have been at since we besieg'd this Towne the third part of our Army quite consum'd by the immured Enemies frequent Sallies by our unfruitfull Onsets and hard Duty and how mercylesse they have shewn themselves to those of ours whom Fortune gave them Prisoners all which considered I doe give my vote and justice speaks

the same that Capel Goring Lucas and stout Lisle die without mercy even that very day which we receive the Towne Ireton Which is to morrow Fairfax The Law of Armes will not allow of that they yeild themselves on Quarter and for the Peers I meane Goring and Capel our power doth not extend to question them they must be order'd as our States decree the auncient onely Captaines of the world Hanibal Scipio and Themistocles esteem'd it farre more glorious having conquer'd their proud Antagonists to preserve their lives given them as their boone then to inflict an ugly censure on them I love an Enemy that is truely valiant these have exceeded story in their Acts And have repell'd a Siege such as Breda Never beheld nor famous Ravena Raisborow Then let them live to be a terror to us and once more to ingage the Land in broyles know Sir we are not safe whilst these subsist and should your clement mind so sway your sense as not to take their lives who have sought ours we shall have cause to disesteem your Person and your Power as him whose easie nature and sost temper is incompatible with our persons safety our honour and repute Since if by you mercy to them is showne You seek our ruine and project your owne Fairfax Ha. Ireton Though in a rough unpollish'd phrase he utters truth most noble General let not his seeming rudenesse raise your anger since time hath taught you he is truly faithfull no lesse magnanimous in active war Sir it concernes you neerly not to permit your innate love to valour so graile the wings of just deserved fury you must not tollerate these men to escape with life For 't will be thought if you remisly doe You love their actions and applaud them too Fairfax You then are Generals of the Hoste not I but be it as you councell share you betwixt the brave Spirits of Two that if Pithagor as transmigration were would make a Thersites or Thraso valiant Rainsborow see them shot to death as Souldiers destin'd by fortune to a noble end some two houres hence I shall expect to heare you say they are dead My Soule I feele is wondrously perplext Who knowes but mine or your turne may be next Exit Rainsborow He 's much distemper'd sure they have bought his mercy how stoutly did he argue to preserve them with what reluctancy denounce their doome Ireton An ardent love to worth and honour moves him without all doubt to pitty their sad fate for though mountaines may meet and generate e're they and we enter firme union yet we must needs acknowledge they are Men of most approved valour but see the cheerfull Lady of the light appeares i' the Horizon deck'd in her saffron robe having forsook old Tithons chill imbraces she summons every young and sprightly Sol to wrap her in his odoriferous bosome harke they A shout within shout What may this portend Enter a Souldier What newes doth thy tongue labour with Sould. The Towne of Colchester is just now surrendred unto the Generals hands the Governour Sr Charles Lucas his lov'd associate Sir George Lisle with the L. Capel old Goring and a number more of Gentlemen are cried up as Prisoners Rainsborow Be it thy charge forthwith to certifie Lucas and Lisle that they prepare themselves two howers hence to travaile toward the Empire of the Skies or to the shades of Dis I meane to die Sould. I shall Sir Exit Rainsborow Come Commissary let 's goe view the Towne to cheare our Friends and doome our scornfull Foes It glads my Soule and is the onely good That I delight in for to spill their bloud Exeunt ambo Enter Sr. Ch Lucas Sr. George Lisle as in Prison Sir Charles The iron hand of Jove lies heavy on us oh George the proud Rebellious crew prevaile Loyalty sinks with plumets at his heeles while curst Rebellion rides on the Sun beams justles Jove from his seat and fathomes Clouds Sir George They may thanke that invincible Champion Hunger had not he help'd the Towne had yet been ours the wofull cries of Women and of Children imploring Bread to staunch their pining stomacks their guts almost congeal'd to stone within them their faces black with famine stalking the streets like magicke summon'd Ghosts together with our owne dire need inforc'd us to surrender to those Rebels but Joves dread vengeance sure will seize on them that mought but would not have prevented this degenerate London who hast shaken hands with thine Allegiance thy aspiring Fabricks ere long must lie What speaks thy haste Enter a Souldier Soul From the Commanders Col. Rainsborow and Cōmissary Ireton I have in trust to let you know some minutes hence you are to die Exit Sr Charls Oh perjur'd Miscreants is this your mercy this my prophetick Soule still whisper'd to me I knew they in our blouds would bathe their guilt and sacrifice our lives to their God Treason these Victims befit Molech not Messiah whom these professed Saints but reall Devils seem to make the umpire of their deeds Angry Rhamnusia though we fall to dust Punish these Traytors for their acts unjust Sir George Then 't is decreed we must take leave of day light and tread the paths of immortality Jove art thou just hast thou reward for those Who unto pious acts their lives difpose And hast thou lost thy vengeance can it be That these aspiring Titans scape Scot-free Where are thy dire Cyclopean balles the same That mudling Mulciber doth in Lemnos frame 'T is thy Olympick vigour can alone Ding downe these Rebels unto Phlegeton Enter three Souldiers armed Ha what are you Souldiers Your Executioners Sir Charles You are our welcomest friends who is allotted to make his exit first 1. Sould. Your selfe must lead the dance of death Sir Charles Here then I bid farewell unto this Stage of misery my life hath been but one continued Scene wovenwith perturbations and anxieties but stay whither must now my fleeting Soul take wing into you Starry mansion or steep Tartarus up to the Milkie way she 'l take her flight Where Soules of Heroes doe enjoy their blisse Where all Celestiall comforts meet and kisse Mankinds Redeemer oh Emanuel Who in Mans shape on Earth were pleas'd to dwell Receive my better part are you prepar'd Souldiers We are Sir Charles Charge me then home I love to chew those Winter-plums they are those Cordiall comfits I accept as sick men do great Gallens Antidotes methinks the Earth goes round Copernicus thou didst relate a truth that Tellus ever hath an Ague fit Sol wrap thy glorious head within a Cloud or if thou needs wilt view my Destinie put on a maske of bloud Death is but Somnus Harbinger we visit his all-peacefull Monarchy e're we arive at Heavens golden gates where such as knock with a religious hand doe never misse of entrance Let me imbrace thee George e're I part hence They imbrace Thou wilt not long survive me Shoot shoot Incomparable

the beaten roade there let our Horses grase awhile I feele strange thoughts fighting about my heart either my guilty fancy did delude me or I beheld the Ghosts of Lucas and of Lisle all full of wounds staring just now upon me there there dost thou see nothing Serv. Not I Sir good Sir let us forsake this gloomie glade it presents horror and besides the night is neer halfe spent Rainsb A grim but supine terror clogs my soule Morpheus with 's leaden Mace arrests my senses I needs must sleep awhile Lies downe Enter Blackburne and his Mates Black Kind Fates I thank you this is that cruell Tyger my Fellowes who contriv'd the much lamented deaths of generous Lucas and the valiant Lisle Rains Ha who sent thee hither He rises up Black Thy sinnes I come to kill thee Rains It is no easie taske that thou hast undertaken I have an arme as vigorous as thine a Pistoll that will lighten e're it thunders a Sword too that ne'r yet forsooke his Master in time of danger Black If thou but call to mind thy damned Treasons thy Charnell plots and vile Conspiracies thy murthers rapines and fell outrages a Child of seven yeares old may quell thy force and lead thee captive in a string if thou dar'st thinke thy numerous crimes have not barr'd up the dore of Heav'n ' gainst thee pray be but speedy in thy orisons I have no mind to kill thy Soule Rains Saucie Slave thinke on thy owne sad end and either at my feet implore remission of thy rash attempt or thou art dead Black So brave have at you Sir Servant This is honour beyond They charge with their Pistols Rainsborow's Man falls also one of Blackburne's Confederates thought to fall or to survive my Masters second Rains Come on Sir Black Though thou hast scap'd my scalding lead my cooler steele shall find a passage to thy heart They sight Rains Thou art not sure invulnerable even Thetis Sonne was slaine by Phrigian Paris but oh my guilt hangs heavie on my Arme and impedes the violence of my blowes there They sight Black Will you not sink or have you many Souls that take their reigne by turnes if it be so I have so good a Cause I cannot shrinke beneath the Trenchant blade till by my single force I have dismiss'd them all there Dogge Rains Injurious Destinies have you inrich'd my fame with many victories over whole Troups of men for to permit my fall in the Catastrophe by a most despicable Knapsack-bearer why carves my flesh as Butchers doe their meat and bores me till I grow transparent Oh! my bloud drils like to some prodigall spout which Huswifes set a tilt to cleanse their linnen but shall I fall without revenge He falls Black Oh! are you measuring out your length in clay Ye Twins of valour Lucas and brave Lisle Your heads up from your earthly pillowes reare And see your Murtherer lie weltering here Rains My spirit 's faint my heart is sick to death I hold the panting lumpe betwixt my teeth But 't will not brooke to stay Let all those that have sought their Soveraignes ruine looke upon me and my deserved destiny I would invoke the powers above but them I have so much exasperated they 'l stop their eares to my complaints Oh! I die Thou King of flames let me in Sulphure swim Neare to that Caudron holds my Patron Pim. He dies Blackburne Oh dire and dreadfull end he 's gone to his owne home the cursed Dungeon with as much willingnesse as holy Anchorites surrender their white Soules to holy Angels his Body we will throw in yonder ditch for Beasts and Birds to prey on They remove him I have some wounds but none I think are mortall Come fellow Souldier let us hast to shelter this deed when once divulg'd will be examin'd strictly Beyond the Seas for safety I will flie Till England once more be a Monarchie Exeunt The end of the fourth Act. ACT. V. Ent. Cromwell with Mrs Lambert in their night Robes Cromwell APollo is too hasty in his rise and emulates my happinesse had Jupiter injoy'd so rare a Creature as thy selfe my Deare in his lascivious armes he would have charm'd bright Phoebus to the East and have united day night in one as when he revell'd 'twixt Amphitrios sheets how likes my love of her new Bed-fellow Mrs Lambert You are as valiant Sir in those soft skirmishes Venus expects in her pavillion as in those deeds of death Mars doth approve of in his Tent of Warre Enter Peters Pet. Good morrow to the most renowned Cromwell his most excellent Mistresse Sir I this morning have receiv'd a Letter directed unto you I thinke it comes from Commissary Ireton Cromwell Some newes of more than ordinary consequence if it beare date from him He opens and reads the Letter Lieutenant Generall THe deed is done which either ever makes or marres us all the King according to the doome of our High Court of Justice this morning lost His Head thousands of people being Spectators of His Tragedy His Body we have given to the Duke of Richmond to be dispos'd of as he thinks fit the Vulgar generally are much inraged at it and say having proceeded so farre in our Treasons against him that we despaired of pardon to preserve our own lives and to make our selves Master over them we have murthered the most virtuous Prince in Europe at his owne dore but we shall muzell the mouthes of that many-headed Hydra ere it be long and in the meane time must resolve to keep what we have got by fraud and force by oppression and violence we have Outlawed the Eldest and Second Sonne of the dead King and proclaimed That if ever they be taken on English ground they shall die without mercy we are now modelizing the Common-wealth in the prosecution of which both Souldiers and Senators desire your aide this I was commanded to certifie you and had I not been commanded it had been done of his owne accord by Your assured Friend to serve you IRETON Crom. Then now I am above the reach of fate prepare my Hugh though not to be a Bishop yet to dispose of a whole Diocesse you Lady the sole Mistresse of my hopes are yet untainted in your Husbands thoughts let him againe repose his horned head betwixt your delicate paps I must with speed to London whence I will send thee thy lap-full of Gold my Danae and Jewels rich and sparkling for to adorne thy onely eminent beauty nor shalt be long ere I in person visit thee Mrs Lambert Sir you have robb'd me both of honour and my heart at once so strange a Fate doth sway me that whatsoe're you judge to be convenient I must not contradict Crom. Thou art as wise as beautious rest confident of my fidelity Farewell Star of the North. Kisses her she goes off Come Hugh lets poste unto the famous Cittie To sit in Councell with the State Committee Exeunt Enter Chorus Now all is lost to humane sense The King is murther'd on pretence He was a Tyrant and in Him Our Lawes and Rights to laethe swim Buried forever in His death Since they subsisted by His Breath 1. See here what would make Indians weep These 14 Versee are spoken wholly in relation to the Kings Murther 2. And force the Monsters of the deep 3. Shed teares into the brinie maine 4. And after drinke them up againe 5. That which forc'd Sol to hide his head 6. Pierc'd into Graves and wak'd the dead He discovers behind the travers the dead body of the King also the Bodies of the Lord Capel Hamilton Holland 7. And that which made the Angels hide 8. Their faces deep in scarlet di'de 9. With their soft wings and doth compell 10. The Catholick to turne Infidel 11. And to believe Presbyter Johns 12. And strictest Solifidians 13. Are damn'd even from their Cradle since 14. They murther'd so divine a Prince This body when possest of life Pointing to Hamilton Was the sole Causer of the strife And breach which so our Land hath rent Betwixt the King and Parliament 'T was he that by his Hell-bred plots decoyd the King amongst the Scots Yet afterward his owne to hold Sold Him to Traytors for their Gold All this in hopes to win that Crowne Desire of which hath brought him downe Unto the earth slaine even by them From whom he hop'd a Diadem His Soule the Furies meane to ply With tortures to eternity This Body when it us'd to walke Pointing to Holland Knew better how to Drab and talke To weare gay Cloathes and Complement Then to be wisely eminent For loyalty unto his King His folly not his faith did bring Him to the Block But here lies one Pointing to the L. Capel The glory of his Nation A man for valour virtue wit Who learning lov'd and cherisht it Without compare his Charity Extended unto each degree Ages and Sex had they no more But this one Devilish Act in store Of murthering him the Rebels sure Could not yet eight yeare more procure To Reigne by bloud by rapines horrors Treason inexplicable terrors But what the Fates allot we must Submit to and in them we trust To see these Monsters fall and rot By God and virtuous men forgot Exit FINIS