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The Famous tragedy of King Charles I as it was acted before White-hall, by the fanatical servants of Oliver Cromwell.
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1680
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Wing F385; ESTC R32020
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our Army and give a strong Purgation to those Punies who act for me and may be called my Parliament whose great work yet remains to do my Hugh the King shall die and they shall Father the most damned Act upon the Power of Justice that done all Earls and Lords shall down for to make way for me and those I favour Then thee and I and those whom we create Will Reign like Princes and the Lords of Fate Pet. I knew before the scope of your intents and do applaud them as magnanimous and the sole way left to preserve our lives in order unto which your dear design it shall be my task both at Press and Pulpit to render Kingly Government obnoxious and incompatible with the Peoples Rights to prove the imprisoned King a truculent Tyrant whose blood alone can expiate Heavens wrath and purchase an attonement with the Deities expect me all I may renown'd Sir for promulgation of our well-fixt Cause from which no fear of pain or hope â—f 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 days hence I march towards the old North to meet the Bannock feeding the fiery 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 readiness Pet. Command me as your Creature Sir you were pleased to impose a task upon me which by the Aid of some one amongst the Nine I know not which to thank for the good turn I have performed after a tedious pumping The Theam you gave me Sir you know was this The Peoples rights transcends the power of Kings Sir I have done my best to justify your learned Axiome in this Scrowl gives him a Paper Crom. Your love to my requests makes your performance of them swift and punctual by the great Genius of this Land o're which I hope to Reign I had forgot what late I urg'd you to this shall oblige my love What's here I am an ill Verse-fier or Verse-maker what do you call your Trimeter-men and none but those have sipt of Helicon I've heard can grace a Verse i'th' reading it pray sing them your self gives the Scrowl back to Peters Pet. How Sir sing them Crom. Sing them or say them all's one think not I take you for a Baller Poet but I want terms of Art Pet. At your pleasure Sir Peters reads Even till this Age People durst not see The pride of Pomp in formal Tiranny The People who raise Kings unto the Crown Are ladders standing still to let them down Crom. The Peoples backs is the worst pair of Stairs a Man can possibly adventure upon they are strong but slipery firm but false You are an excellent Similist my Hugh 'tis an apt comparison to similize the People to a Ladder but I pray Heaven thee and I have not ascended so high upon this tall Ladder that we shall never have an opportunity to descend without breaking our necks Pet. I beseech you Sir either hear me without paraphrasing or command me to read no more Crom. Nay now I see thou art a pettish Poet read on I'll be as silent as a Statue Pet. Abolish these false Oracles of might Cause we were once blind shall we now hate light Why like the Wood that yeilds helves to the Ax Should we upon our selves lay heavy tax Setting up Kings our freedom to confound With our own strength exhausting our own ground Crom. So so enough of this I'll hear the rest in private let it suffice dear Hugh that I accept your Verses with all love and do assign you if Apollo please a Grove of Bay to shade your learned skull from his all-peircing Beams Wing'-Time hath sent one of his Sons to warn me hasten hence my â—ate moves swift and I must move with it my Hugh Farewel fall not to offer up the strict Orisons unto our swarthy if now I prove victorious A King and Kingdom is my valours prize By both their ruines I intend to rise manet Peters Exit Cromwell Pet. This Fellow sure was born as the III. Richard who once rul'd this Land with his mouth full of Teeth Nature hath given him an Iâ—on Soul able and active limbs a politique brain which is indeed a store-house of politique stratagems as if she meant him for the fall and ruin of all Mankind his stout Confederates work their ends amain but he outworks 'em all the very Mine they 've plac'd for to blow up their pious Soveraign shall countermine by Him ruin to themselves and I Sail with them to the invisible Land my Hugh the King must die those were his words O sad and fatal Project when they have serv'd their utmost ends upon Him and on their knees took Oaths to reinstate Him must a black Coffin be his Throne and a cold Vault his garnished Pavillion Let the fam'd Villains of all former times have their dire deeds razed out of Fames black Book as trivial accidents and neglected dreams that these may take up all the room on Record for the most glorious Miscreants e're Rebell'd but what strange fancy lurks within my brain which makes me tax their ways with whom I act whose deeds I do applaud as meritorious deserving honour and the best repute what vile finister fate governs my Life I loath the ills I do yet hugg them next my Heart Pardon great Jove and my most gracious Prince whose Vertues do deprive thee of a being I must go on though Oreus yaun upon me and Demogorgon with his damn'd crew dictates in person what I preach or Write Cromwell I come with a disguised face with as reserv'd a cunning as that Greek that brought in Pallas's Horse to half rais'd TROY thy craft I will repell with double care resting as jealous as I lay purdue behind a potent Foe thy guilt is great so mine and all of us 'tis policy that must protect my life and place me a degree above you all For he that will the Devils Master be Must have a mind mischievous than he Exit The end of the First Act. ACT II. Enter Fairfax Ireton Rainsborow in Arms Drums beating Colours flying with Soldiers as before the Town of COLCHESTER Fairfax THus having ram'd our Enemies in Kent quieted Cornwal and secured Devonshire what now remains but with accustomed courage to take in this strong Town of Golchester Within whose Walls do lodge divers of note who are profess'd and open Enemies unto the State we serve Ireton The fate was just that with delusive hopes hath led them to a receptical of ruin from whence they cannot budge without our knowledge Rainsborow They're taken in our Toyles and must not scape with Life quickly let us draw out our Line and raise our Batterries girting the Town with a close Seige and let the Cannons dreadful voice proclaim to them their