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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

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

and Fetters with as much zeale as half-starv'd Wretches beg a boone to sate their hungers and wish profusely for to spend their blouds to please a Tyrants lust Lord Capell Away Mechanick Slave what sawcy Devill prompts thee so to prate when to the meanest here thou ought'st to stoop with all obsequious duty thou sordid Groome whom of a Skippers Boy the Westminsterian Rebels made thee their Admiral whom even the dullest Sea-man so despis'd they scorn'd to hale an Anchor at thy bidding and at last tyr'd with thy loathed company intending to have sowz'd thee in the deep mov'd with thy tricling teares and pitious plaints set thee on shore to foot it backe to Westminster how dares thy perjur'd tongue to challenge us serving our dread Lord His sacred Majesty Him whom all Europe wonders at as the best of all the Christian Kings who for his discreet valour Rivals Scipio for prudence Salomon for temperance without parallel as are his sufferings and griping griefs by you base Traytours each day heap'd upon Him having immur'd His Royall Person up in a strong Den fit for untamed Lyons banish'd His loyall and Imperiall Lady and with Her the two eldest of His Issue bereaved Him of His Navie and Revenue and what e're truth called His know perjur'd Rebels e're this Summer end perhaps e're Sol doth hunt the Nemean Lyon we shall have strong relief you a just punishment if not Our comfort is though we be left i' th' lurch We Martyrs fall for God the King and Church Ireton You 'l not accept then of our profer'd Summons or come to composition L. Goring Compound confound we may perhaps some thousands of you Sir Charles I am resolv'd ye Traytors and so I know are these my honoured Friends which is the sense of all within the Towne to hold this place even to the utmost hazard nor are we destitute of much Provision enough for to supply us many Months when that failes we have Horses many hundreds of Dogs and Cats even a multitude Zeno and Chrisippus the two maine pillars of the Stoicks Sect pronounce such meats as usefull to Mankind as the best Sheep or Neat the antient Almaines held the self-same doctrine We 'l be their Imitators and that you may know 't is our resolution forsake your station e're we leave the Walls or the hot breath that lightens from an angry Canons throat shall trie to waft you thence away away we 'l meet you in plaine Field Thou true Jehovah now owne thine owne Cause Thou know'st we fight for thee our King Lawes Fair. Draw up our Troups we 'l make these Boasters feel The potent rigour of our strong-edg'd steel Alarum excursions a shout within and crying Open the Gates On on on Fairfax cum suis Exit Enter Sr C. Lucas Sr G. Lisle L d Capel their Party At the other dore Fairfax Ireton Rainsborow with their Party they charge three to three while the Souldiers on both sides incounter the Roundheads are beaten off a Retreat sounded Sir Charles The Power superior to the God of War hath grac'd our first attempt with victory the Rebels with exceeding losse are fled whom the most valiant Capel hath in pursuit see how they scut over the neighbouring Plaines like flocks of Sheep before an hungry Lyon so for the future let Almighty Jove infatuate their proud hearts with panick feare who strike at him himselfe in his Vicegerent Kings are Earths Gods and those that menace them Were 't in their power would share His Diadem He speaks this looking upon some Roundheads lying dead on the ground Alas deluded self-destroying Men whose erring Soules by this winged Hermes hath usher'd unto the depth of Barathrum in blew flames for evermore to howle cursing your selves for your impieties Oh erring Vulgar oh besotted People that take such paines to become miserable who with the Phrygian Fabulators Dog catch at vaine shadowes and lose the substance So the Athenians courted thirty Tyrants to be the Partie that should gall their heart-strings and the fond Syracusians laboured sore to have the Dionisii be their Consuls Was ever any Nation bless'd with so good a Prince as CHARLES our King that so opprobriously deserted Him succeeding Ages cannot chuse but say Nations have suffer'd cause their Kings were ill But Britains CHARLES His Peoples sinnes did kill But let it hap as God shall appoint if it be written in the Booke of Fate the Rebels shall dissolve the English Monarchy with the life-bloud of their most gracious Prince yet let us hinder that dire ominous day while we have being with our utmost might and e're we fall and be commixt with new and stranger earth by hard atchievements and heroick acts perform'd for Charles and for our Countries sake let us provide us fame when we are dead that the next Age when they shall read the Story of this unnaturall uncivill Warre and amongst a crowd of Warriours find our Names filed with those that durst passe through all horrors by death and vengeance for their KING and Soveraigne They may sing Peans to our valiant Acts And yeild us a kind plaudit for our facts Sir George If we defend this Towne against the Rebels furie but one Month longer the Hamiltonian Duke who now hath passed Tweed with a numerous Army full Twenty thousand Scots Ten thousand English commanded by the truly-valiant and invincible Knight renowned Langdale we shall have honourable and sure reliefe meane time by frequent Sallies we 'l indeavour to breake in pieces Fairfax his guilty Forces the Prince of Wales is now upon the Downes and with Him most part of the Royall Navie the Londoners speake high against the Junto and every day are fear'd to rise against them the loyall Welch continue strong in Armes and eke in every Angle of the Land the People wish for action the face of things at present promise fairly But should all faile by force of Destinie Our comfort is we when we list can die Sir Charles I heed not Hamilton or his Resolves knowing him to be ambitious treacherous a Proteus that can shift into all shapes a slie insinuating Sicophant who by his most falacious machinations hath been the ruine of the KING and us 't was he that instigated first the KING to raise a Warre against the Covenanters yet underhand incited them against Him 't was he that gave His Majesty advice to go in Person to the Senate-house there to demand the five seditious Members yet secretly sent them word of His intentions 't was he how e're he seemed in show averse that when His Majesty scap'd to the Scots when Fairfax wholly had subdued His Forces procured the damned sallary of his Master for Twenty thousand pounds and I much feare 't is he and onely he that will betray the Army he now leads knowst thou not George he ever did aspire to be the King of Scots 'T is he that hath made England all on flame Blasted its beauty burnt its goodly frame