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A40859	The Famous tragedie of the life and death of Mris. Rump shewing how she was brought to bed of a monster with her terrible pangs, bitter teeming, hard labour, and lamentable travell from Portsmouth to Westminster, and the great misery she hath endured by her ugly, deformed, ill-shapen basebegotten brat or imp of reformation, and the great cared and wonderful pains taken by Mris. London Midwife, Mris. Hasterigg, Nurse, Gossip Vaine, Gos. Scot & her man Litesum, Gossip Walton, Gossip Martin, Gossip Nevit, Gossip Lemhal, Secluded Gossips, Apprentices : together with the exceeding great fright she took at a free Parliament, and the farall and of that grand tyrant O.C. the father of all murthers, rebellions, treasons and treacheries committed since the year 1648, as it was presented on a burning stage at Westminster the 29th of May, 1660.		1660 (1660)	Wing F385A; ESTC R18088	5,886	9

The Famous TRAGEDIE Of the Life and Death of M RIS RUMP SHEWING How She was brought to Bed of a Monster With her terrible Pangs bitter Teeming hard Labour and lamentable Travell from Portsmouth to VVestminster and the great misery she hath endured by her ugly deformed ill-shapen base-begotten Brat or Imp of Reformation And the great care and wonderful pains taken by Mris London Midwife Mris Hasterigg Nurse Gossip Vaine Gos Scot her man Litesum Gossip VValton Gossip Martin Gossip Nevil Gossip Lenthal Secluded Gossips Apprentices Together with the Exceeding great fright she took at a Free Parliament And the Fatall end of that Grand Tyrant O. C. the Father of all Murthers Rebellions Treasons and Treacheries committed since the year 1648 As it was presented on a burning Stage at Westminster the 29 th of May 1660. There was such horrid stinking smoak ne'r known Before But now the Devil has his own LONDON Printed for Theodorus Microcosmus 1660. PROLOGUE You Gallants that some idle hours have spent Her 's pastime that may give you all content It far excels Bell's story and the Dragon Or Pha'tons riding in the Firy Wagon It 's no Colchester Bull nor yet Mad ' Ox Nor Tyrant Nol mounted in a Coach-box Let merry Bells then Musick backwards Ring Whilst we the praise of Mris Rump do sing Let her Phanatick friends great Bonfires make Of purest straw they from Pist Beds can take With Eccoes loud like screeking of a Cart And with shrill noise more sweeter then a F For now shee 's safe from danger brought a Bed Behold the Monster of her Maiden-head The Nurse is paid By Oaths false Protestation And by a new Coin called Sequestration 'T is strange a Rump that 's roasted boyl'd and broyl'd Should after death bring forth a monstrous Child Got by some Pettyfogging Knight o' th post VVho in her VVomb did leave his horrid Ghost To vex the honest people of this Nation By her Base Brat pretending Reformation VVho 's bred and born and then within a day Consum'd to smoak and clearly fled away But yet Spectators now with Patience view ' This Scene 't is cal'd a false W never true Enter Gossiip Vain Scot and Nurse Haslerig Gossip Vane HAa ha ha How bravely have we steer'd the Coast now Is there no more reprobates left that we may bring them under an Act of Sequestration This parting of Estates is a rare piece of employment my thinks 't is a gallant frollick Gos Scot. Content gossip all 's ours though more would do well what I have makes me jocund Enter Lightsum Jocund Mris and well you might could you keep it But what 's the cause of this merry Vain you are in when Mris Rump lies so sick of a Portsmouth Bastard shee hardly bring it safe into the World Mrs. Gos Scot. How Sick Sirrah are you sure of that Lightsum As sure as you you 'l live to be hang'd for murrher Treason and Treachery Mrs. Scot. Gallop Ride Trot Amble Go Run amaine withall agility dexterity alacrity and celerity call Mrs. London the Midwife and tell her that Mrs. Rump desires her to come away presently for shee 's in strong labour and endures miserable pangs and throws that comes upon her by playing the Whore at Portsmouth pray Heavens she hath not taken some fright at the exclamations of the people against the Arse stump Bum or Fag-end of a Parliament I le be sworn it 's enough to gally a Gentlewoman of her quallity and breeding to be despised by every idle boy that makes verses times and Songs of her making no better of her then a common Camp or Ammunition W turning up her Tayl to every lowsy ill-dependent besides Martin the Town Bull. Well she is not the first that hath done amiss these are but slips occasioned by the weakness of her Sex I 'le in and make her a spiritual Cawdle I doubt shee 'l have an ill bargaine on 't Mrs. Rump how do you I say Mrs. Rump will you have a little strong Water of Mrs Scots distillation or a Cawdle of Sequestration to comfort your putrified Bum Mrs. Rump Oh sick sick I must Spew Nurse pray reach the Boul Haw aw aw Nurse Well Mrs. fetch it up up with it Heaven blesse us What 's this looks so red Mrs Mrs. Rump Oh 't is blood innocent blood that hath lay in congealed clods in my Stomack a 11 years Hark how loud it cryes for vengeance I never felt it before I was overpowred by my Secluded Gossips onely once at Portsmouth when I was frighted by my Gossip Fleetwoodt party and the London Apprentices Oh the death of my King his blood and the fear of his Sons coming causes my pain to encrease I understand too late he suffered by my Tyranny an innocent and untimely end Nurse 'T is well 't is up Mrs. cast again Mrs. Rump Aw aw aw Oh my heart is almost burst Nurse Lord Mrs. what is that looks so yellow Is it Choller Mrs. Rump No Nurse 't is Gold accursed Gold for love of which I sold my God murdered my King gave away my Soul and pull'd down the gates Posts Percullisses nay through thy instigation had like to have fired the habitation of Mrs. London my Midwife and that for a small sum of one hundred thousand pounds Aw aw aw Gossip Scot. Quickly Nurse bring the Bason Nurse Nurse I come I come What 's this looks like Parchment Rowld up in form like a Bill of Indictment Rump This is that black Bill drawn up by that strumpet my Mother Bradshaw through the instigation of the Devil and my Father Cromwel against my Royal Soveraigne for which I endure these bitter pangs Gossip Scot. Is Mris London come If not there 's no help we 're all undone what course shall we take to preserve our dearly beloved sister Rump Gos VValton Call for more help Hold fast behind gossiip Nevil this throw I fear will be her last Gos Nevil No I le warrant you I shall play the Oceano Dr. so well that my Eutopian Physick will bring the Brat to perfection T is nothing comes now but a Harp Cross it smells so strong of a Commonwealth it can never miscarry Gos Martin In good sooth I believe so too Could she sweat upon it as I use to do at Baldwins Gardens shee 'd do well enough G. Scot. Or as I have done at VVickam with my Bone-lace-maker or at Lambeth with my Begger-wench 't would thrive in spight in of Fa●e Mris Rump I 'me almost spent Oh oh aw aw Nurse What 's this looks like Paper Mris Rump These are Votes and Ordinances of my own creating contrary to Law or Reason made only to keep out my King contrary to my Oath of Allegiance and for sequestring my friends to stuff my own Coffers Pray hold my back hard Nurse or my heart will shiver in pieces Aw aw aw Nurse What 's this that comes so strongly up Foh foh foh now it