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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

Greek Exorcist renowned Calchas when with his Magicke numbers he incouraged great Alreus Sonne and martiall Diomed to prosecute their Siege ' gainst Priam's Towne by thy insinuating perswasive art their hearts may move like Reeds when Boreas breath smites the huge Oakes that on Mount Pelion grow I know that Nectar hangs upon thy lippes and that the most absurd Syllogisme or care-deceiving paradox maintain'd by thee shall seem oraculous more dangerous to question than the Sacred Writ Sing then my Hugh and so thy Numbers sing All those that heare may joyntly curse their King Peters Most valiant and invincible Commander whose Name 's as terrible to the Royallists as e're was Huniades to the Turkes or Talbot to the French thy Nose like a bright Beacon sparkling still the Aetna that doth fame our English world hangs like a Comet o're thy dreadfull face denouncing death vengeance the Ancients fam'd Alcides for his Acts thou hast not slaine but tane the Kingly Lyon and like great Tamberlaine with his Bajazet canst render him within an Iron-Cage a spectacle of mirth when e're thou pleasest Had the Snake-footed earth-borne Sons of old but had thy ayde Imponere pelion ossae old Saturne might have laugh'd to see his Sonne sit sadly by him in the Cimerian shades while thou didst sway the Empire of the Skies Englands best Patriot and my noble Patron a Sermon such as Ignatius Loyalla himselfe were he to morrow to supply my place for dangerous Doctrine direfull Use and dreadfull Application would glory to name his I have provided such an one As shall confirme our Faction ten times more Then all that they have known or heard before In it I 'le prove Kings ab origine have been the Peoples plague given them by the angry Gods in wrath the meer exuberance of their crimes the sordid Vulgar being delighted much to honour those dull Images which themselves erect and dread those Anticks which themselves depaint themselves affording both the hornes and nailes which make them either dangerous or ugly I will assert that Regall power is Devilish and inconsistent with the Peoples Freedome I will make it good the Tyrant now in hold whom some yet call their Lord King CHARLES doth merit violent death as guilty of the many thousand horrours committed in the late most bitter Warre I will demonstratively Crom. Enough enough my dearest Hugh thou art my better Genius thy advice I will relie on with more sure respect then on a Sybils words or Delphian Oracle drink the Elixar of that pretious mettall he gives him Gold 't is soveraign ' gainst that perilous disease call'd Speaking truth 't will prove an animation to thy mind for to proceed in thy audacious practise I meane against the King and 's House of Peers thou'lt find it a most precious Antidote against the poyson wavering fame shall spit and to conclude a perfect supplement of all defects that Time or Fate shall by harsh doome appoint But what will please the best my dearest Hugh 'T will purvey for thee Wine and Wenches too Pet. Sir you are pleased to make my faults your mirth I doe confesse the luscious Paphian sinne hath ever vanquish'd all my virtuous powers the Cyprian Queene in full aspect of Mars being predominant solely at my birth besides the constitution of my body made up of moisture and venerable humors though some great Ladies say leane men doe best may help for to extenuate my crime of being too often prov'd beneath the Navell But Noble Sir this Colloquie is too poor if we consider our most high resolves our language should be like those Lawes we meane to give awfull and to be wonder'd at by mortals sable-brow'd Saturne and bloud-thirsty Mars must seem sole Rectors over us abroad though Venus and her soft Sonne the sightlesse Boy challenge our utmost faculties in private Crom. Thou art that Load-stone which shall draw my sense to any part of policy i' the Machiavilian world we two like Mahomet and his pliant Monke will frame an English Alchoran which shall be written with the self-same pensil great Draco grav'd his Lawes but first we must subdue the testie Scot and send the Beggars home as lowsie though not so propt with limbs or so well shap'd as when they chose the politique Hamilton to be their Generall meane time if those auspicious starres of sinne whose influence hath prosper'd Treason hitherto shall still continue gracious to our villany Tom Fairfax may take in the Towne of Colchester and force those stubborn truly-valiant Heroes for in my thoughts I doe esteem them so who have tane shelter in that antient City at least for to comply on remisse tearms my next work then is to new-mould our Army and give a strong purgation to those Punies who act for me and may be called my Parliament whose great worke yet remaines to do my Hugh the King shall die and they shal Father the most damned act upon the power of justice that done all Earles and Lords shall downe for to make way for me and those I favour Then thee and I and those whom we create Will Reigne like Princes and the Lords of Fate Pet. I knew before the scope of your intents and doe applaud them as magnanimous and the sole way left to preserve our lives in order unto which your deare designe it shall be my taske both at Presse and Pulpit to render Kingly Government obnoxious and incompatible with the Peoples Rights to prove the imprisoned King a truculent Tyrant whose bloud alone can expiate Heavens wrath and purchase an atonement with the Deities expect me all I may renowned Sir for promulgation of our well-fixt Cause from which no feare of paine or hope of 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 daies hence I march towards the cold North to meet the Bannock feeding fierry 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 readinesse Pet. Command me as your Creature Sir you were pleased to impose a taske upon me which by the ayde of some one amongst the Nine I know not which to thanke for the good turne I have performed after a tedious pumping the Theame you gave me Sir you know was this The Peoples right transcends the power of Kings Sir I have done my best to justifie your learned Axiome in this scroule gives him a Paper Crom. Your love to my requests makes your performance of them swift and punctuall by the great Genius of this Land o're which I hope to Reigne I had forgot what late I urg'd you to this shall oblige my love What 's here I am an ill Versefier or Verse-maker what doe you call your Trimeter-men and none but those have sipt of Hellicon I 've heard can grace a

on with hopes of re-establishment so long that now He doubts my feign'd reallity and a strong Partie in the Junto sit who without me are now in Treatie with Him but I shall breake the necke of their Designe perhaps before they thinke it the severall Commanders of the Army are now all of my Faction while Fairfax silly Foole sits like a Statue as if he nothing knew or nothing durst I have proposed unto the severall Officers to forsake the King and yeild Him up as one not fit to live unto the block I have informed them and it takes exceedingly so forward are the Fooles to worke my ends and their owne certaine ruine that the King is a Man of bloud by no meanes to be trusted being of a rigid and implacable Spirit hating even to the death all have opposed Him and that should He regaine his former Power He quickly would make use on 't to their ruine that therefore they should make a retreat in time nor yeild their necks unto a Tyrants mercy that they having declar'd so highly for Him might the more easily by farre entrap Him nor was it a discredit so to doe since in all Ages such a politick course hath been thought just and safe they snared with my words resolve to doe so for to remove the King by violent death and to set up a Military Power now my plots worke the Stage growes great with horror the English Monarchy growes sick to death its very Basis hath an Ague-fit which wil not cease to shake it till it be Levell'd to the humble earth Mount mount my thoughts unite like scatter'd springs 'T is a strong Torrent that must beare downe Kings Here I appointed my deare Buffone Peters Enter Peters Boswill Pride with Soldiers and Coll. Boswill Pride and my whole Army to meet about this houre See they come Welcome deare Friends you have observ'd your time My Hugh how thrives our Counsell in the Army that our great Generall the Lord Fairfax guides I am sure these gallant Soules serve under me are all unanimous to shake off Kings and while the Iron 's hot to strike that blow which shall for ever free the English Nation from Tyrants and their awfull power Peters Heroick Sir they all even as one Man applaud even to the skies your rare projection both Officers and Souldiers covetous for to accomplish what 's by you propos'd and as a signall of their Resolutions see here the more part of a queint Remonstrance which must by us be brought unto a period wherein we will divulge unto the world the reasons and grounds of our intents Cromwell As I would wish never till now could England hope a happinesse why how now Boswill why art thou so sad the noble Pride stands like a man astonish'd or like a marble Statue whose aged feet are wrapt in wither'd mosse what 's the matter Pride Nothing deare Sir but an excessive joy which hath surpriz'd my faculties and craz'd upon the organs of my speech my mind is busied 'bout the Kingdomes fate my Soule in a deep conference with my sense about mature affaires Boswill The constitution of my Soule agrees with thine in each degree of temper most honoured Cromwell from our late-sworne Principles I 'le not recede though Heaven rain'd down fire upon me though Earth yawn'd wide and Hell gorg'd balls of Sulphure the King that Man of bloud shall lose His Head and all His prime Adherents wait on Him unto the other world the People we will Rule by the Sword 's power their lives and goods by Conquest we have gain'd our sway must be maintain'd by Strength not Law The Sword that cut a passage to our Sphere 'T is that alone must secure us there Cromwell Oh let me put thee in my bosome Boswill henceforth let us converse more neerly and like the Zodiacks Gemini mix our loves we 'l be a second Pylades and Orestes and never part till death my Hugh let 's hear some part of that Remonstrance 't will highly spurre us on to action Peters You shall the most material Clauses Sir are these which take with this exordium I penn'd late yesternight He Reads Absolute power of necessity must subsist and keep above water though all else be assur'd of drowning to the losse of all or at least many branches of universall Freedome and therefore the Fox did not conclude amisse when he saw his fellowes steps march towards the Lyons Den Nos vestigia terrent if we enter into a strict scrutinie we shall find that our choice and our nature gave us Kings the dignity conferr'd upon a single Man was sure intended for the good of all but where one drawes from all can that be pleasing or fortunate or to leave this one can that be injury and therefore in order theretowe declare That we will call King CHARLES to an account as the prime Promoter Abettor and sole Occasioner of all the murthers and outrages committed this many yeares during the Warre and bring Him to a Tryall for His life That with Him we will bring to judgement all those of His Partie who in order to His Arbitrary Commands have murthered spoyled and impoverished the Free-borne People of England Crom. Hold I have heard enough why this is done to purpose and shewes all gallantry did not die with Brutus and his Confederate Consulls now Lawrell wreathes commixt with Myrtle branches shall deck our fortunate brows as the true Patriots of our native Countrey We 'l give the whole world cause for to remember us aside the ensuing Ages when they read our Acts shall blesse our memory with devout respect but flying Phoebus now hath left our Hemisphere black night hath now put on her ebbon robe and wrapt the Welkin in a sable shrowd we must away now towards the frozen North my fellow Souldiers we must direct our march to jerke the Scots back to their Sedgie Cottages malevolent Saturne oh be thou propitious prosper thy Agent in his deeds of death Which are so grim and horrid full of ire Some will suspect the Devill was my Sire Exeunt omnes Enter Fairfax Ireton Rainsborow cum aliis as in a Tent a Table and Tapers Fairfax How goes the night Ireton About the howre of twelve Fairfax Now then while all the worl'd 's involv'd in silence and man and beast takes their repose and rest let us determine 'bout these captive Heroes who with this Towne of Colchester to morrow must yeild themselves unto our mercy Rainsborow Renowned Generall under whose conduct we have been fortunate and victorious I need not now recite since you well know what vast expence of bloud of toyle and treasure we have been at since we besieg'd this Towne the third part of our Army quite consum'd by the immured Enemies frequent Sallies by our unfruitfull Onsets and hard Duty and how mercylesse they have shewn themselves to those of ours whom Fortune gave them Prisoners all which considered I doe give my vote and justice speaks

accept it Lady nor Enter Cromwell having been seen to peep through the hangings during the Colloquie 'twixt Pet. Mrs. Lambert shall my most delicious Parragon ever have cause for to repent her favour my selfe my Sword all under my Command the spoiles of Nations all that Earth can boast shall at thy becke be prov'd for to be summon'd Popea-like bathe thou thy delicate body in Asses milke commixt with Almond flower with Cleopatra dissolve inestimable precious Stones in every glasse of luscious Wine thou drink'st tread thou on Tyrian Silks and Ermins skins let Art and Nature both industriously conspire to sate thy lavish wishes my Treasurie is inexhaustible Three Kingdomes Deare I graspe thus in this palme their Riches and their glories all are mine the Goddess of the world my Patroness Fortune hath given all into my hands as for the Man they call the KING He hath not foure and twenty howers to live I 've hyr'd a dapper Lad a neat-tongu'd but inexorable Fellow for fifteene hundred pounds to ease Him of the burthen of His cares good King he 's fitter farre for to converse with Saints and Seraphims than with erronious and ambitious Mortalls and 't were a sinne a grand one for to deterre the hopes Celestialls have for to enjoy His presence my Bradshaws braines doe brood and hath discover'd a line of Law that never yet was talkt on which saith If Kings doe not obey their Subjects they may chastise them with Imprisonment Banishment or Death with him a Crew whom I have eke in pay doe fit as Judges to make good this Maxime my Bradshaw is growne proud of his great Office I 've Order'd him for to be cloathed in Purple all Heads for to stand bare on every shoulder when the Lord President for so I have created him shall be in presence his Co-adjutors all have honour too and when assembled have no worse a title then the High Court of Justice these all are sworne for to fulfill my ends and Doome their KING to die which once perform'd then I am Lord alone though not a King by Title yet by Power and thou my Dearest shalt share glories with me thy lovely browes deckt with a Coronet of Ophir Gold inchas'd with Onix Stones nor doe thou dread thy Husbands anger his open violence or his clandestine plots he is my Vassell meerly at my pleasure and if I heare he but repines at our Imbraces I 'le spurne his Soule out with my foot My Hugh this businesse was well manag'd thou art a fluent Orator when Cypryan Venus and her wing'd Sonne waits at thy elbow this service hath oblig'd me more unto thee then all thy former industries Peters I am your humblest Creature Cromwell But why my dearest Mistresse is that face of yours which even the Gods gaze at with greedy longing obscur'd with sullen mists what sorrow claimes a superiority o're your harmonious senses oh let not care plow furrowes in that forehead is now more smooth than polish'd Ivory or the true Turtles feather give but your grief a name and if it lie in humane power to ease you resolve a speedy and a pleasing remedy hasts to your comfort Mrs Lambert Sir can you thinke my heart is so obdurate or that I can so soone be lost unto a feminine temper as not to cogitate with what hasty rashnesse I have extinguisht Hymens Tapers which some howers since rivald Sols beames in lustre with what a forward zeale I have infring'd my Marriage Vow and given away that which is none of mine oh Heaven Peters 'sfoot Sir she 's falne into a relapse kisse her Sir quickly or shee 'l coole so fast and her heart freeze into so hard a lumpe not all your future Courtship or activity shall be of force to melt her to your wishes Crom. How stupid am I in these amorous Arts deare Mistresse let not penitentiall fancies the spurious issues of dull Melancholly gaine the least power over your faculties what can you feare while I dare be your friend think on the glories that I late proposed all which shall be made yours with eminent safety Mrs Lambert I shall endeavour Sir to beare my selfe as her that loves and honours you Cromwell Now thou sing'st sweetly in a farre more melifluous tone than Quires of Nightingals and that this temper never may forsake thee our time we 'l spend in various delights such as Caligula were he againe on earth would covet to enjoy enter ye six prime Westminsterian Senators Musick strike hie our Spirits to advance While we doe mingle in an active Dance Enter six Masquers habited for ambition treason lust revenge perjury sacriledge musick they daunce with them joyne Cromwell and Mistresse Lambert Peters singing out last they daunce together by themselves SONG Let these joyes ever be in prime Nought but virtue is a crime Maugre the wise Meane men must rise Every Olympiad of time Taste then boldly terrene pleasures Yours is the Earth and all its Treasures Rifle Plunder And keep all under Let Murmurers waite your leisures Exeunt Masquers Cromwell This was perform'd as I would wish now Sweet let 's in for to compleat our happinesse and taste those joyes which Jove himselfe will envie knowing Agenors Daughter or Calisto Inachian Io or his blasted Semele were not indu'd with beauty so immense as thee my dearest happinesse Set on unto the Chamber of delight Doe not dream Lambert thou art horn'd to night Exeunt Enter Fairfax Ireton Rainsborow c. Fair. I need not advertise you Col. Rainsborow not to be implacably severe against the refractory Chomley or when you are sate downe before that most impregnable Pontefract Castle to storme more oft than faire advantages calls you to action Mars go along with you I am for London with my Prisoners Rains My Lord your humble Servant victory and triumph ever waite upon you Ireton Farewell noble Colonel Rains Adieu sweet Commissary Exeunt Fairfax and Ireton Alone and in all haste to take my journey to so remote an Angle of the Land there to take charge of those I never saw discard their Generall and make my selfe their Leader this is a strange injunction but I must doe it Enter his Servant Hast thou delivered what I gave in charge Servant I have Sir he will not faile punctually to performe it and sent you the true and exact relation as neer as he can gather who were the prime Promoters of your unlookt-for Journey Rains Let 's to Horse I 'le ride twelve miles this night they shall have no cause to blame my tardinesse away Exeunt Enter Blackburne being the Souldier that escaped from amongst the Fairfaxians with an intent to kill Rainsborow Act. 3. with him three Souldiers their Pistols and Swords Black Hist this way the Villaine posted onely his Man and he together I hope the divine justice will not suffer him for to escape our hands that way that way Exeunt Enter Rainsborow and his Servant Rains We have quite lost

Verse i' th' reading it pray sing them your selfe gives the Scroule backe to Peters Pet. How Sir sing them Crom. Sing them or say them all 's one thinke not I I take you for a Ballet-Poet but I want tearmes of art Pet. At your pleasure Sir Peters reads Even till this Age the People durst not see The pride of pompe in formall Tyrannie The People who raise Kings unto the Crowne Are ladders standing still to let them downe Crom. The Peoples backs is the worst paire of staires a man can possibly adventure upon they are strong but slippery firme but false You are an excellent Similist my Hugh 't is 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 hazarding our necks Pet. I beseech you Sir either heare me without paraphrasing or command me read no more Crom. Nay now I see thou art a pettish Poet read on I 'le be as silent as a Statue Pet. Abolish these false Oracles of might ' Cause we were once blind shal we now hate light Why like the wood that yeilds helves to the Axe Should we upon our selves lay heavy taxe Setting up Kings our freedome to confound With our own strength exhausting our own ground Crom. So so enough of this I 'le heare the rest in in private let it suffice deare Hugh that I accept your Verses with all love and do assigne you if Apollo please a Grove of Bay to shade your learned skull from his all-piercing Beames wing'd-Time hath sent one of his Sonnes to warne me hasten hence my fate moves swift and I must move with it my Hugh Farewell faile not to offer up strict Orisons unto our swarthy Patron if now I prove victorious A King and Kingdome is my valours prize By both their ruines I intend to rise manet Peters exit Cromwell Pet. This fellow sure was born as the Third Richard who once rul'd this Land with his mouth full of teeth Nature hath given him an iron soule able and active limbs a politique braine which is indeed a store-house of politique stratagems as if she meant him for the fall ruine of all mankind his stout Confederates work their ends amaine but he outworks 'em all the very mine they 've plac'd for to blow up their pious Soveraigne shall countermine by Him ruine to themselves and I saile with them to the invisible Land my Hugh the King must die those were his words Oh sad and fatall project when they have serv'd their utmost ends upon Him and on their knees tooke Oathes to re-instate Him must a black Coffin be His Throne and a cold Vault His garnished Pavillion Let the fam'd Villaines of all former times have their dire deeds razed out of Fames black Booke as triviall accidents and neglected dreams that these may take up all the roome on Record for the most glorious Miscreants e're Rebell'd but what strange fancy lurks within my braine which makes me tax their waies with whom I act whose deeds I doe applaud as meritorious deserving honour and the best repute what vile sinister fate governs my life I loath the ills I doe yet hugge them next my heart Pardon great Jove and my most gracious Prince whose virtues doe deprive thee of a being I must goe on though Orcus yawne upon me and Demogorgon with his damned 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 broughe in Pallas's Horse to halfe-raz'd Troy thy craft I wil repell with double care resting as jealous as I lay perdue behind a potent Foe thy guilt is great so mine and all of us 't is 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 more mischievous then he Exit The end of the first Act. ACT. II. Enter Fairfax Ireton Rainsborow in Armes Drums beating Colours flying with Soldiers as before the Towne of Colchester Fairfax THus having tam'd our Enemies in Kent quieted Cornwall and secured Devonshire what now remaines but with accustomed courage to take in this strong Town of Colchester within whose Walls doe 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 receptacle of ruine 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 Batteries girting the Towne with a close Siege and let the Canons dreadfull voice proclaime to them their certaine ruine Fairf First let us Summon them to yeild on Termes if they prove so Fool-hardy as to refuse then let our Iron-balls in smoake and sulphur sing a sad Requiem in their fearfull eares sound loud the Summons that the Foe may heare know we wish a Parlee A Parlee sounded Sir Charles Lucas Sir George Lisle Lord Capell Lord Goring c. appeares as upon the Walls Sir Charles Who gives this hasty Summons Fairfax Know Sir the Generall the Army rais'd for the preservation of the State of England for to support and vindicate their Priviledges in their Names doth demand that you yeild up your selves and all are under your Command together with this Towne unto their use Sir Charles Traytour to God and to thy gracious Prince for whom I hold this City chosen thereto by the Essexianists know I and these my loyall valiant Cohorts will hold this Towne while twenty doe survive and rather then yeild up the Towne to you we 'l blow our selves with it into the Ayre Sir George Fairfax thou and thy trayterous Associates shall find this Towne harbours such Men as dare meet thee ingyrt with all thy Myrmidons one to a hundred and a hundred to a thousand Fortune hath favour'd thee I doe confesse thou hast triumph'd thou bloudy Marius and shalt descend unto Hels shades like him but that proves not the justnesse of thy cause For by the same rule Ottaman may boast The partiall Deities favour him the most Rainsborow By that God whom I serve thou Traytour Lisle I 'le see thee hewne to pieces and thy curst Body throwne unto the Dogs Sir George Avaunt thou home-bred Mungrel who art in truth meerly a valiant Voice an hollow Cask in which some rumbling wind delights to sport it selfe Thersites thus durst menace Agamemnon Know Fellow I have been victorious even against a multitude have trod the thorny path of cragged Warre my Body naked and my Feet unshood have view'd those horrors of a purple Field untroubled and untouch'd which but-to heare summ'd up would fright thy Coward-soule from forth her dirty Dog-hole Rainsborow Why spend we time in Dialogue with these Miscreants these cautiffe Elves who fight for Yoakes