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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

Strafford see I come To wait on thee in blest Elizium They shoot So you have done it bravely you are good Marks-men I applaud you for 't even in Death so many passages are allow'd my Soule she knowes not which to issue out at this fabricke of my flesh now 'gins to totter like to some City for it 's Peoples finnes rock'd by the humerous winds what a fierce combate is there now maintain'd betwixt my wounded heart mighty Mors who grasps it 'twixt his hands squeezing it like a spunge so furious Boreas smites the solid Oakes that on Mount Pelion grow making them nod like unto feeble Reeds George thy hand my twins of light have lost their wonted property death with his icie-fingers seals them up Farewell great CHARLES I die thy loyall Servant George we shal meet some minutes hence I doubt not in a place where all joyes injoy one center the worlds great Architectresse never saw two of her Sonnes murther'd so barbarously after faire Quarter promised Therefore great Jove if thou lov'st loyall breath Take vengeance on the Authors of my death Sir George There crack'd the cords of life He dies Oh noble Lucas let me breathe out my Soule Kisses him upon thy azure lips so brave a compleat man no Monsters these excepted would have butcher'd my turne is next is it not Souldiers It is Sir George Nor would I purchase life with one Intreaty this object so inflames me I am growne weary of this fleshly weed and faine would put it off exchanging it for an immortall robe invelloped with Carbuncles and Saphires I but to have our live bereft by a sharp violent death to sleep in a thin shrowd involv'd in feign'd earth our Nerves and Arteries shrunke up like sing'd Lute-strings or the wither'd Wreath of some fam'd Heroe made away i' th' darke for to converse with Wormes and half-form'd creatures such as the slime of Seven headed Nile produceth by the aide of Phoebus beames Oh! there 's a contemplation that would stagger the most resolved Spirit but destiny must be obey'd Death is still death though diversly inflicted to have ones Throat sluc'd with a golden Knife or to be thrust through with a silver Sword mitigates not the wound more than the sufferance But oh ye vengefull Furies of darke Hell ye three-fell Sisters of steep Erebus awfull Aenyo all ye dreaded Hags ominous to mortalls forsake your black Cimerian Cells and with your steely Whips ascend the Earth Lash lash these Traytours to despaire and obloquie Let strife contention fraud guile and deep horror seize on great CHARLES his Foes severing their strength and frustrating their hopes till they sinke lower underneath their Treasons then plumets cast into the Baltick Sea Now doe your office They shoot I am prepar'd Oh! you have put Balls of wild-fire in my Bowels I am but all one Aetna Farewell base gloomie world in which deluded Man ravish'd with toyes hunts after bubbles till them he breake and vanisheth as he had never been I sinke beneath the burthen of my owne weight would with my fall the Machinie of the world might be unriveted and shooke to pieces the Ayre cōmixt with Earth the humid with the tumid Element and active fire contesting gainst them both reducing all to the Originall Chaos but I contend in vaine the Gods created Man but for their sport and its fit I should fulfill their ends wishing but not prevailing I spie the pure immaculate Soule of Lucas travailing through the Ayre to find a residence Stay gentle Spirit company is good when tedious journies are prescribed we 'l both fix in one Sphere when looking downe we will behold and smile To see these seeming Saints but reall Friends Fall by their devilishly devised ends He dies 1. Souldier The Traytors both are dead 2. Souldier Traytors those are Traytors whose most rigorous doome we have obey'd in murthering these brave Men. 3. Souldier How 's this let 's seize upon him 1. Souldier Doe and make hast to most assur'd damnation 2. Souldier I am no longer of your base societie Drawes Heaven pardon what is past my future deeds shall amply expiate my former crimes the bloud of noble Lucas and brave Lifle On Rainsborow's base head I will requite And send his Soule unto eternall night Exit 1. Souldier Let us remove the Bodies and make after him Exeunt bearing the Bodies The end of the third Act. ACT. IV. Enter Peters with Mrs Lambert Pet. THis he impos'd as a command it hath not been my practice to solicite in causes of this kind for other men Mrs Lambert Too soon you have made triall of your skill doth your grave habit suite with such course imployment reverend Sir Peters Faith Mistresse amongst Friends the outward garbe ought not to cause a nicety He is my honoured Patron tooke me halfe frozen from the foodfull Earth and warm'd me in his bosome and 't were a dull ingratitude in me not to reward his bounty with my service the radiant lustre of your Star-like eyes makes him to bow as your obsequious Vassall whom thousands count it honour to obey so great an influence hath your excellent beauty upon his manly faculties He 's now return'd deck'd with triumphant Wreaths from chasing the Blew Bonnets to their Mountaines having taught that stubborne People his Name can make the Genius of their Country tremble the politick Hamilton is his Prisoner all knees bow to him as Great Caesars Rivall nothing doth want for to compleat his Conquest but your assent to love him Mrs Lambert Why so I doe and all Men else that doe retaine his temper Peters Your love admits of a too vast extent I mean can you affect him so as to admit him to your Bed Mrs Lambert St Winifrid forbid it you know Sir that I have a Lord and Husband a Man made up of magnanimity whose love is mixt with an indulgent care should he but doubt of such an Injury your Master I my selfe and all by him suspected had better enter a Phalarian Bull or stand the thunders shock alas I dare not Peters These are but Womanish feares incident unto all your Sex come you must yeild to love him how should your Husband know of your day Banquets your nightly Revels and sweet Paphian sports he 's now in Lancashire Disbanding Troups of Horse or should some wayward Feind convey the knowledge of your stolne Imbraces unto his jealous eare my Masters greatnesse countermands his furie circled within his armes should heaven earth and hell conspire to wrong you 't were sinne to doubt a danger Consider Lady what a potent Friend what treasure honour and content you 'l gaine if mundane glories doe affect you by yeilding love for love to him whom other Dames of highest bloud and fortune would sue for such a favour Mrs Lambert Although my inward thoughts doe tax my levitie yet won with your most sugred eloquence I here yeild all of mine Lambert calls his unto your Masters bosome Crom. 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