Selected quad for the lemma: england_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
england_n	charles_n	king_n	son_n	6,996	5	5.5997	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A74177	Mris. Rump brought to bed of a monster, with her terrible pangs, bitter teming [sic], hard labour, and lamentable travel from Portsmouth to Westminster, and the great misery she hath endured by this ugly, deformed, ill-shapen, base begotten babe, or monster of reformation, with the great care of nurse Haslerigg, and Mris London the midwife.		1660 (1660)	Wing M2285; Thomason 669.f.24[44]; ESTC R211776	3,816	1

by the instigation of the Devill and against the Lawes of our Soveraign Lord King Charles forceably taken stole and carried away the Goods and Chattells of many thousands of His Majesties Loyall and obedient Subjects that I have made this Canaan of all happiness a Golgatha and Field of Blood and have yoaked my fellow Subjects to the Pride Tiranny and Oppression of my own Lust and Ambition instead of Reforming I have Deformed and instead of repairing I have pulled down Which hath occasioned all these miseries to fall upon me My greatest grief of all being that I know I have Committed all this and much more but cannot Repent for the same therefore the severall Ministers within the Cities of London and Westminster and the late Lines of Communications are desired upon next Good Friday if I shall not be Delivered before to keep a day of feined Humiliation and Prating that the heavy judgments that so inevitably threaten me may be diverted That so I may come in againe to Rule Reigne and Tyrannize over you Rump everlasting Impositions Assessments and Taxations without end Amen Your despised Friend Rump While this was writing Mrs. Rump grew worse and worse and the good Wives made account she had been drawing on therefore Mrs. Priviledge stept to her and spake as followeth viz. Mrs. Priviledg Dear Daughter I perceive by thy Pulses beating and so much blood springing out of thy Conscience into thy Face that thou art almost already as it were dead and its a question whether the Child thou now art in labour with may come to perfection or no or live to receive its Christendome and though I have upheld thee in all thy Actions and safely brought thee from Portsmouth to London yet thy sins and abominations have been so great I cannot deliver thee so as to restore thee to thy former power I advise thee therefore restore what is taken by thy cruel Ptws from thy God thy King thy Neighbour and repent of thy perjuryy Whilst thus she speak the Room was fill'd with smoak over spread clear with darkness the Candles went out and terrible thundaing were heard intermixt with wawling of Catts howling of Doggs and barking of Wolves which struck a great terrour in all her Gossips In the mean time Mrs. Rump brought forth an ugly deformed Monster without a Head goggleey'd bloody hands growing out on both sides of its devouring panch under the Belly hung a great Bag and the Feet were like the Feet of a Bear those that will see it may repair to the Plantation of Fumigosus call'd Slavonia where this Brat is gone to be nurs'd with her Cosen Jermine Nrs. Sequestration who no sooner departed but in comes the secluded Nurses Enter Secluded Nurses What 's here to do Is no Room left for us if not wee 'll make Room by force Nurse Lenthall Pray sit down you 'r all Welcome Secluded Nurses Nurse Lenthall pray read over the Manuscript of Mrs. Rump Nurse Lenthall Here 's an Act againe the line of King James an Act for sequestring Booth and Lamberts parties Secluded Nurses Those Acts we Vote as Null and Void we clear the Road let the next go on where we have left and right will take place the putrify'd Rump be in a weak Condition though it s suppos'd we fatt'ed them Wee 'l make them Leane and all for sorrow sing Themselves to Hell England shall have a King Epilogue Rejoyce Great Brittain now for King there 's none Shall Govern thee but Charles and he alone Will piece and plenty to this Nation bring Who is the Son of Charles thy Martyrd King The Rump of Traytors that did sore so high To spill the blood of sacred Majesty Are now defunct Poor VVhore shee s brought a Bed Of a long tayl but neither Brains or Head Printed by Portcullis Damgate for Theod. Microcos●●● 1660.