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A92826	The second part of the tragi-comedy, called New-Market-Fayre or Mrs. Parliaments new figaryes. Written by the Man in the moon. Prologue. Gentlemen, our poet bids me say, ...; New-Market-Fayre. Part 2	Man in the moon.	1649 (1649)	Wing S2318; Thomason E565_6; ESTC R204705	11,652	22

're but repriev'd a while the day will come They suffer must a most assured doom That Subject make his Soveraigns heart to bleed Will finde a Subject shall revenge the deed Const 'T is true Fidelius but they never think of that Rebellion so bewitches them they know not what they do but with stupidity and ignorances resolve to finish what they have begun though to scale heaven or to put out the Sun Fidelius When did you see Rebellion prosper But for black damn'd Regicide by Cook Rad●●thus Se●●l accounted lawful it is a sin made Iud●● beholding to a 〈◊〉 to ease his Conscience but these far worse then R●●●agaces or Jewes must expect Judgements worse The more their sins ' gainst light the worse their Curse Const They say that Fairfax doth die to day shall we go see him Fidelius No I love not to see the death of any man nor have I envie at their persons but their Crimes I 'de rather see them live honest men then to die Traytors This is Cromwels Policy now he hath filled this Sp●●ge to squeze him till another does so much for him which will not be long if Overton speake true that Bull 's design'd for the slaughter next if he were but well baited first in 〈◊〉 Const Dublin is for certain taken London-Derry can't held out which makes me think he can do little good there if that he were Landed which is a thing almost impossible Fidelius Let 's leave the successe to him tha● prosecutes and into 〈◊〉 The Sun decines and takes leave of the West Exit Enter Fairfax with a Jesuit Sheriffs Executioner and People with 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 She●iff Come b●i●●●ion a way I never thought he would come to better end fine he 〈◊〉 hi● word as New Mark●●● and likewise his Oath and Covenant with his King and his dear Brethren the Scots Sir you had best repent your time 's but short Iesuit Your Pardon from His Holiness is firm whispers is heard You need not here repent People This is a Jesuite a Jesuite Hang him hang him Iesuite Nay pray good people spa●e my Life and give me have to speak I shall tell you what will make you wonder People Speak then but be brief pr●●raction may cause another Change Iesuite And so it will Let the Sheriff look in the N●pe of my Lord 〈◊〉 neck The Sheriff lookes in the N●pe of his ●eck and finds a Charm which he pulls away and his Carkasse falls and leaves a noysome stench Sheriffs What 's the meaning of this good Sir Iesuite It is a Charm the words are dubious and cannot be made sense of and this he brought from Holland Cromwel has the same 't was to preserve their Carkasses while such a time expir'd else they had been dead long time before and often killed by others Sheriff How come it then that Peters cured them Iesuite Peters weary of Preaching Schisme and finding others prefer'd before him turns Necromancer and deals in the black Art Now their Charms was to preserve them from others hurts but not their own they falling by their own swords were by Peters re-possessed with Devils which gave motion to their bodies Enter Pride Ireton Huson Ireton Is the Execution past People More Witches more witches fall upon them stone them The people knocks them down with stones Enter Gorge and my Lady Fairfax as one door and Morly and Mrs Cromwel at the other and meet Lady Fairfax My Husband murdered Draw Mr Gorge Gorge and Morly fight and both are mortally wounded Gorge I met with you there Sir Morly falls Mrs Crom. Nay then thou villain have at thee pistols him And for thee Mrs ●r●● 't is no time to s●●ld 〈…〉 She draws her knife and runs at my Lady 〈…〉 missing her my Lady Fairfax 〈…〉 Sword and runs Mrs Cromwel th●row 〈◊〉 apprehend her for murder and carry her to 〈◊〉 Sheriff Here is a sudden Tragedy indeed I doubt there 's more ere long will bleed People Hang them stone them Witches Murderers Th●●ves Impostures Let 's Petition our King home we shall never be happy else Owner Content Content Epilogue Come Royal CHARLES and with a cloud of thunder Disperse this bed of Snakes and keep them under FINIS

Fish here be Pikes that like those you know where eate up their own kind and C●●ps that die wallowing in the M●●●de like your Worships in your feather beds besides the Carpes may serve for your servants and the people and great Tench that you may ca●ch without books or pullies besides Roach Dace Eles Breams Pearch and abundance more Pen. Are there no Whales Saturn o●s or Lobsteks there Keeper No Sir they are in the Seas where your Worships Ships sail Pen. I had thought they had come from hence Mayor Well Brethren it behoves us to give thanks to the Councel of S●●● and the Parliament for all these benefits and a 〈◊〉 n●● them the Sum 't is but 150000. l. a meer toy if the Sea be but secur'd by their Navy we shall fetch it up again in a yeer and less Omnes Content content let them have it let them have it and our Letter of Thanks 〈◊〉 boor Since we have b●●k O●d Sport and Deer such store If they do ask they shall have ten times more Keeper Yes yes no doubt but they 'l be as free to you of that that is not their own 〈…〉 aside The ●ight Ma●●● Pa●●● Cha●es and Forrests are liberally bestowed the old proverb must be verified Lightly come lightly go but they that steal a Deer off the Kings Ground the Horns may hereafter chance to choak them but they that steal Deer Trees Lands and all the very stones will fly in their faces I hope What it blessed litter of City-puppies have I to my Masters O for a pack of good bloud-hounds to set on these Actaeons Uds fut these be meer Gulls Buffle-pates there 's not a man of them has so much wit us will reach from his nose to his beard foh how they stink I think some 〈◊〉 them have be-shitt themselves Will your Worships please to see some sport 〈◊〉 the Game is ready the Buck is Rour●d Tho. ●ingwood 〈◊〉 looe ha loo● 〈◊〉 tat tat tat Byde This is heavenly Musick Exit Keeper Mayer 〈◊〉 Pen. Woo'd these Currs were choak'd I cannot hear it for them looks up Byde Why 't is the Doggs that makes it Pen. I had thought it had been come from the Skyes The Buck is down already Byde 'T is time we seek our Company and give over the Chase Pen. This is no Chase Sir 't is a Park O●● sounds a horne We are summond in let 's haste away This idle sport has quite consum'd the day Let 's tell our selves and see if we have all our Company they call themselves and a●…ss two Byde Here 's two missing Pennington I 'le lay a Pot of Ale of that have you told your self Sir Byde I 'le tell again tells There wants four now O Alderman Soams and Alderman Chambers did not come there was but 13 came and now there is but 11 then as I take it two are wanting Pen. But how shall we know which two Byde 'T is my Lord Mayor and Alderman Atkins are missing Enter the Keeper running O Gentlemen Gentlemen your Mayor has hang'd himself in a Tree and if you go not quickly hee 's a dead man and another is fallen into a pit and hath so bewray'd himself 't is wonderful I think he has broke his necke for he stirre● not Pen. Brethren away I fear there is some Treason exit Aldermen Keeper Treason 〈◊〉 Traytors Is not that Non-sence 〈◊〉 I have done my best to Lodge the Deer on that side the P●●● where the most trees and the pitts were but surely that is not reason and yet I know not neither for 〈◊〉 everything 〈◊〉 made treason though it be but Reason in I 'le away to 〈…〉 't is good to prevent a mischief Farewel old Custard-eaters I hold it reason Not to serve you for fear I commit treason Exit ACT V. scene X. Enter Fairfax Bol●u Fairfax THe Devil stop your mouths will nothing serve you but The Agreement of the People The Agreement of the People Are not the Parliament the Peoples Represe●●●ives why do not they Agree I am willing to Agree to any thing yet must their splee● light upon me O Cromwel Cromwel for this I may thank thee I am so heavy sad and drowsie I must take Rest Lies down and sleeps Enter three or four Furies and Anticks dancing about him with their hands all bloudy and Exit N● stants and sleeps again Soft Musick from above and this ●ong I. WHo on the top of Fortunes Wheele Stands more glorious then the rest Others sorrows li●●● feele Thinking all like them at blest II. Guide the Chariot of the Sun And thence blind with too much light Such un-even Courses run turns himselfe That they turn the day to night III. These are they that cannot see Dazl'd with the height of place How they may secured be Of the peoples fickle grace IV. But pretend their hearts so deep They are hopelesse there to wade Where did they but measure keep Fortunes Children should not sade V. Greatnesse here may learn to stand Propt with Vertue so it shall Fearlesse from rude peoples hand Sleep on Doune or softer fall VI. Fumes of Sway must passe away Rebels fall that stand by Art Charles His Vertue still shall sway And all England take His part● 〈◊〉 VII What though Rebels fret and frown That durst aspire unto a Throne Vertue is a Sacred Crown Subject unto none but O●● He ●akes and st●●ts up ●●●●ed A C●●●d a ga●●d Treason treason I am betray 〈…〉 O my distempered Fa●●y how strange guilt 〈…〉 within well since 't is so 〈◊〉 't is but a folly to dispair and to ●●pent would argu●● I were guilty I have had strange dreames 〈◊〉 all it not well Well come what will ●e bide the shock of all And if I stand I stand it may I ●●ll Enter Sheriffs and others with the Agreement of the People in their hands People Where be the Murderers seize on them knock them down knock them down Traytors Tyrants bloud-suckers away with them They seize on Fairfax Pi●ion him and had him away Fairfax Who builds his Hopes upon a Comm●n Rou● Thus must he f●ll though for their Rights he fought Exit Enter Fidelius and Constantius Const Now my dear Fidelius how likest thou the times now do they not change apace doe● not Divine Justice cleerly demonstrate to the World their guilt and dogge them at the heeles do not the Phat●●● ●●mble now Bloud must be revenged Murder and Patricide although conceal'd long at last betrayes it self nay often times proves his own executioner but this licensed and open wickednesse invites all hands to take Revenge Fidelius The People threaten revenge on all and do dispute their deaths before their ends some report Bradshaw hath hang'd himself another drown'd a third is st●bb'd when as they speak but as they 'd have it or as it must be Thus they oft times say Hee 's a dead man that 's but condemn'd and so are they by heavens Impartial Law they