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A76291 The Cambridge royallist imprisoned. R. B.; T. S. 1643 (1643) Wing B160; Thomason E62_15; ESTC R4478 4,188 8

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THE CAMBRIDGE ROYALLIST Imprisoned T Was then when as the Fame of Ruperts Force Call'd the confiding Counties all to Horse And drew the Bacon-eating Cavaliers By the convenient Handle of their eares To leave their tough dunne Wives behind and come Their Calve-skin Breeches turn'd into a Drumme Tout-stinke our streets at Cambridge when as I Being guiltie found of too much honestie By two Malignants was Conscience and Reason Betray'd t'an act of Vertue now call'd Treason The Committee was straight inform'd A youth With goodly goggle eyes and large ●vry mouth Is sent for me He knocks at Doore Who 's there A Friend Duns I deke you all Come neere The word scarce spoke there comes one rushing in All arm'd with Eare his B●●f● was o' th' same skin What could One thinke this was Some monstrous Creature Tann'd whilst it was alive whose Visage Nature Broach'd i' th' wrong place Faith I took 't for a Man Boldly I must confesse and thus began What wouldst thou Friend what brought thee to this place He answers me from th' other side his face Y' are a Malignant Sir and Rebell wee Are sent to fetch you to the Committee Good words my Friend if you or I must bee A Rebell I some hope of Comfort see Your Mouth doth just i' th' hanging posture stand With that his Browes fierce bristles startled and I yield up Sir I le goe along with you Walke on Nay leave me in the Chamber though Good Lord y' are all so complementall Downe We goe and both marcht up into the Towne And which way now Nay good Sir keepe the wall Excuse me Sir Nay as you live you shall Why 't is the windie side and credit mee Your strange perfumes make my head ake Thus wee Marcht to the Towne-Hall where being straight ●et in Such company such smoake such stinke such dinne Such swearing did salute me that I fell On wondring how we came up stayres to Hell For this could be no lesse on every side Such sawcer-eyes appear'd such horrid wide And gaping mouthes such teeth such thorny haire Which you might see through th' lanterne of their eare So short so strangely notcht that you might know It never had bin cut but sindged so Beside each horne-pipe voyce seem'd to betray Where good Saint Dunstans Tongs had spoyld the way Happy the men must fight with these thought I For they shall nothing but their backs espie Six Volley of Curses ' gainst the Schollers heere Went off for entertainment and a Jeere Or two were past for Complement but I Like a brave-suffering Man pass'd silent by They spent themselves about me One steps out And cryes Rupert's a Coward all the Rout Clap hands to th' Basket-hilt and Draw then cry Oh that we had that Divell Rupert by Out ye damn'd Garlick-eating Rogues D' you thinke You don't alreadie vent sufficient stinke But you must call for one whose very Name Will dye your Scarffes and Breeches of the same Three redion houres amongst these hell-hounds wee Bravely en lur'd when comming in we see A spruce young Rebell who scarce yet did know Whether he fought against the King or no Who had bin Scholler once t' our shame be 't spoken Since a young Marchant and since that time broken Now damn'd to th' service of the Rebels hee Proffer'd his utmost paines to set us free I though it vex'd me any of them should Doe ought which even Complement might call good Yet had not so much valour to deny Quarter though from a Rebell willingly Accept his courteous offer thinking then The greatest Good could befall innocent men Was to be soone accus'd With that away We went to th' Beare where then our Judges lay Where by the Captaine we were brought before A veryer Beast then that which hung at doore A strange fat unlickt bald-fac'd fellow who Was round all ore head face back belly too This thing was Knighted once but into 's skin Beside the tallow and guts were crowded in A Foole a Knave a Mad-man in whose Rights He since hath stil'd himselfe not Knight but Knights He having tun'd his Pipes with six or seven Good ratling Oathes began to speake 'Fore Heaven Gentlemen this is strange By it is And if it were but my case as 't is his Meaning the Colonels I 'de hang you all For looke you Sir if any Body shall Abuse the Parliament as some of you May chance and I have witnesse of it too Iudge me confound me if you had but don't The best amongst you should heare further on 't This Mooneling I did now perceive to bee A kind of Haselrigge to the Committee Onely brought unto doe he knew not what And gladly would have kept him out of that Mad Wildernesse of Non-sence and began To aske him What the matter was The man Mad at this Interruption tells us plaine We all must back to th' Court of Guard againe The Divell sure thought I entred this Rogue In the same humour that he did the Hogge But obstinate he was we all are sent To th' Hell from whence we came and downe we went But our spruce Youngster who before reliev'd us Now in the height of our Despaire repriev'd us And by stealth kept us in the House the Mind Of him who finding Gold did leave behind His Rope was not so glad as ours for heere We found a handsome Roome good wholesome Beero Some hopes of Supper too nor did we lack The promise of incomparable Sack And say'st thou so my Lad Let 's have it then Fill my Bowle full you Rogue Come Gentlemen A Health t' our friends and him above the rest Who 's meant by th' Phillip and Clap upon the brest How now who 's drooping there who dares be so In the Kings Cause and on the Kings day too Pox on 't 't is scurvie I le tell thee we shall bring When we are merrie or lowsie for the King As much of spirit as when we fight for him Come heere 's to thee Jack 'T is a Cup of good Sack Let the Plunderers come VVith their Fife and Drumme Let in Bullet i' th' House VVe care not a Lowse I le fill up my Cup And take it all up Then through their Chambers wee le send such a Rattle Shall summon the Rogues in their Dreames to Battel And when we begin but our Voyces to reare It shall strike such a terror in every Prick-eare That shall make the Round-heads Leape out of their Beds And sweare Prince Rupert's there VVhat was 't I began King Charles was the Man 'T is he that must now Clayme just title too That gallant brave food Of rich sparkling bloud That Liquor must make VVhich now thou dost take I tell thee 't will bring such spirits to thee That shall in the face of a Rebell flee And entring in without any controule Shall find out that durtie thing call'd thy Soule And hunt it about Till they drive it out By the way most stinking and foule
Come fill my Cup full Heere 's to the taking of Hull To the Man that shall bring The great Cuckold to th' King To him that shall make Northampton to quake To all that dare fight And dye with delight Then let them all come what fearest thou Man Doe but spend what thou hast let them take what they can And since that the Rogues with their Armes doe endeavour Our selves from our King and our Money to sever VVee le send it by stealth In drinking his Health And give 't him that way soever This Rapture ended wee see comming in A good Man of the Tribe of Anakim A prettie beard-lesse Squire followed him nigh Being a Gigge of his some seven foot high They tell us Supper 's comming up wee say Let it come up ●'th ' meane time drinke away Supper being done the mirth w'enjoy'd before Returnes continues some five houres or more Mysterious Malignant Healths abound Which we by Signes and Characters put round The last of which Sm●●miniously went up Each Letter in the Name Christened a Cup. And now a● things conven●ent being done Our Brace of 〈◊〉 Ho● and Sonne Made very sleepie out hea● Captaine sun●● Our Hostesse kiss'd our gentle Keepers drunke A bri●●ing Cast gone round to Bed we goe And sleepe like valiant Prisoners round●y too Our Martiall Jaylors by us are layd all Drunke o' th' ground durt to durt i' th' Morne they call We lowse our selves and rise then goe to bee Question'd by the Sanedrim i' th' Committee But heere things prove quite contrary No man Can tell why we are brought there We began T' examine them What was our fauit Our foe The gentle Knight said he did nothing know But that we might be honest onely apace He swore that we were Rogues and hanging was Too good for us Another starts and sayes We wore Kings Colours God so Hide thy face Good fellow Prisoner that pale reddish Blew Will else betray us Another swore he knew Each of us had a Pope in 's belly some Said we dranke Healths unto they knew not whom Our Keepers knew no hurt unlesse ' thad bin Drinking of Sack honest Iack Falstaffes sinne That could not any accusation bring Though Royall Drinke and Laquor for the King One said he thought that we Malignants were That very word made us to tarry there For now their Cabinet Counsaile thought it fit To keepe us till we should some Crime commit This vex'd me I confesse and to my thought Some of my dayly Meditations brought Curse on your Parliament Justice I did know This was your way and I have felt it now Alas we know your arbitrarie hate Is growne to be both our Ste●ne Law and Fate We know how oft y' are forc'd the Name to change And what you can't call Punishment is Revenges If you doe hap to light on a confest Offender 't is but Fortune at the best To be thought honest Men is to betray Our selves and fortunes an unluckie pray To your vast cruell Avarice We know What horrid ills you must hereafter doe By Sequestration and Proscriptions Crimes Which shall absolve th' Irish in after-times Oh may these Wrongs sit heavie on you when You meet the King i' th' Field May your Ills then Stick fast and strongly to you on all parts And send a gastly trembling through your hearts May you then thinke of GOD and p●●us grow And then Despaire prove Cowardise in you Be your owne Sp'rites amongst you to possesse Your Coward hearts with thoughts of gu●ltinesse And feare of Vengeance May each good mans prayer Whom you have wrong'd flye strong against you there And your miraculous Misfortunes bring You to confesse you fight against the King And sure we shall at last our wishes gaine So vigorous hatred cannot be in vaine If Murther Rapine and Injustice bee Enough t'orewhelme you sure these eyes shall see Your Villanies unmaskt and you so low And poore that e'en my selfe shall pittie you And thou my Knight whom a more sordid Fate Hath made below so strong and fierce a hate My venerable Judge to whom I owe Six L●ce and my Imprisonment shalt grow More famous now if ought my Verses can Or those my Friends can make thou shalt b' a Man Greater then Fate hath made thee if Ballets bee But capable of Immortalitie Children and Market-maids in after-times Shall see thee drest in most vile Tunes and Rimes And Ale-houses as yet not built shall see Thy Picture pasted on their Mantle-tree Nere looke to dye thou shalt be laught at still Longer then Nashos Harvy or Triplets Gill. FINIS Sent from the same Scholler from Cambridge whose name is R. B. to his Royall friend at Oxford T. S.