O Yes, O yes, O yes; here is a golden Crowne, worth many a hundred Pound; 'twill fit the head of a Fool, Knave, or Clowne; 'twas lately taken from the Royall Head, of a King Martyred; Who bids most? Here is a Scepter for to sway a king­dom a new reformed way; 'twas usu [...]p'd from one we did lately betray; pray Customers come away: Here be Jewells of won­drous price, they will dazzle both your eyes; come, come, who buyes: here be suits of the Kings, Bands, Shirts and Shoo-strings; Here be S ockings; here be shooes and cuffes, and double dou­ble Ruffes; here be cloaks, hats and gloves, Rings and Bracelets [Page 4] of His Dear Loves; Here be boots and spurres, and bloody hand­kerchers; with his Roabs that be royall, his Watch & Sun-diall; Here be Cabinets with Letters, to instruct all your betters; his Meditations and Prayer-book, in which all Nations may look; here is his Haire and royall Blood, shed for his Subjects good; here be Liberaries and Books, and Pictures that containe his Looks; Here you may all things buy, that belong to Monarchy; Here's a Bowl his blood to Carrowse with the Goods belonging to his House; here be rich Hangings, Chairs and Stools, belonging to the House of Lordly Fools; here be seats of Wool-packs, and many pretty Knacks. Come customers buy, for the STATE wants money, my Candle is light, and I shut up before night.

GEntlemen, welcome to New-Market-Fayre; Here are Commodities worth your Purchasing; the spoyls of Tyrant Kings, and of incestious Queens▪ which We have crush'd by power of Arms; and made them taste Our high Displeasure at large, when Victory was proud to honor Us at Nasbys happy Field. I hope you'l give me leave to chuse what I like best.

My Lord, the Fayr is proclaim'd, and Free: you have no greater priviledge then the meanest here; our Interest's all a­like in every parcell.

What want ye Gentlemen? here's Stately Ware; The Goods oth' King, and his Exiled Heire.

Where is the Crowne that Col. Martyn took from the Abby at Westminster, some four yeers since? I think it fitts my Temples, and i [...] the richest save one, an [...] that the Rebell Earl of Darby hath ith' Ile of Man.

'Tis most my [...]ight, and best becomes my head.

A hundred pound bid for the royall Crown of England; who bids any more?

Here 'tis trebble.

Three hundred pound bid for the royall Crown of England; who bids more?

Are you content to share it then?

Ile try that presently.

What woo'd ye Mistris Yest and Graynes; marry foh— Come up Small-beer: You'd make your nose as red-hot as your husbands, and thrust it into his Fizzling-place, woo'd ye not, Mistris Brazen-face.

Call me Mistris brazen-face;—; thou Rotter-dam slut thou;— call me brazzen-face. Thou look'st more liker a Mistris fools-face, or like thy Husbands-face, then I do a brazzen-face, or a copper-face either; Come, come; I never had a Bastard by another man, when my Husband was at the Leaguer before Breda; nor I keep not c [...]mpany with Cavaliers at Tavernes; nay at Bawdy Taverns too, when thy Tom Innocent has been in fight. Gorge me that, Gorge me that Madam Turn-tayle.

You'l peace you Shee-Otter, Ile make ye take your Cop­per else; and for Dives-face thy husband, Ile deale well enough with him — come fire-snowt, draw.

Nay, good my Lord, put up your sword; we shall ere long I fear have occasion enough to use your Valour: Fy, fy, in your own Country? wrong your own Country? 'tis the way to make us loose all we have got and fetch the Prince in amongst us: Ile to the Counsell of State, and take up the businesse to all your contents Ile warrant ye; in the mean time you may equally divide the Houses and goods of the late King Queen and Prince amongst us; you two shall cast lots, which shall be King of Eng­land, and which of Ireland C [...]m. Gen. Ireton Prince of Wales, my self Master of the horse, and clerk of your Majesties Jewels; Col. Pride wi [...]l be content with Oate-lands, Wood-stock, or Greenwich to brew in: Mr. Martyn Lord Chamberlaine; Keep­er of your Concubines, or Gentleman-Usher to one of your Queens; your Wives may enjoy all the Queens rights; and Ma­jor Skippon be made Lord High Constable of England; Mr. Good­win Archbishop o [...] Canterbury, Mr. Owen Archbishop of York, and Hugh Peters of London, Iohn Bradshaw Lord Chief Justice, Steel, R [...]lls, &c. of the privie Counsell, [...]embroke Controuler; Den­b [...]igh Yeoman of the Wine-seller. [...]lemming Master-Cook, Sel­den Secretary of State, my Lady Kent Laundresse, Miles Corbet Scullion; and then we shall have a Kingdom well govern'd, and all the People contented to the full: Is not this better then fighting and weakning your selves to strenthen the Enemy?

Content, content; all is Peace, all is Peace.

But think ye that WE can brook any thing that was the late Queens; No she was a Strumpet, & a Baggage, and all her Goods smell of Popety, and savor as strong as the Whore of babylon; If the Kingdome will not be at the Charge to finde me all things New, by my troath, I will not be their Queen. Doe ye thinke that Ile be Odious to my People? No; they shall be proud of the Ornaments I weare.

O Yes, O yes, O yes, Who buyes any of the late Kings Revenues belonging to His Crown, worth many a hundred Thousand pounds; Here be Mannors, Parks, Forrests and Chases, and good Timber trees that grow on their places; Here be good stoor of Deer, for the Saints to make good cheer, and grown Woods for their feer; Here's Cammels, Asses, and H [...]rses, that will mount you more Forces; Here be broken Seals Maces, and Members with hollow hearts, and double faces; Here's Dean [...] and Chapters Lands, and Parliament men with bloudy hands; Here are perjur'd Knaves and Fools, that have [...]ndone Churches and Free-Schools; here's Grafton & Bel-cause, [...]hat intend to steal half; Tony Mildmay and Lampier are intrust­ [...]d to sell Deer; here is Taxes of Gold-smiths-hall, Couzening, Cheating, Lying and the Devil and all; here is a new Art of doubling come in fashion, but hereafter 'twill prove double Dam­nation; Ireton Reports the amendments of the Act, but you may one day see him hang'd for the Fact; these holy thieves live only by murder and stealth, rob God, King and People for the good of the Common-wealth; here is Richmond and Hampton-Court, and Windsor-Castle, and Havering for their sport; here's Wansted for Iudas Mildmay that with a kiss did his Master betray; here's Holmby a prison to relieves, and White-hall full of thieves; here's the Wardrobe intended for the poor, and St. Ianses that shrowds many a Parliament-mans whore; here is Titbury, Roy­sto [...] and Newmarket, to be sold out-right, or to be let; here's Cla­ringdon, Oatlands, Theobalds, Woodstock, & 400 l. per an. for my Lord fool- Pembrook there's Bushy; Greenwich and Sumerset-house, which will serve the Saints to inherit, and multiply their spirit; besides here be Offices and G [...]atuetyes, given for their brethrens lyes; each Parliament-man has 4 l. per week allow'd him: besides the Revenue, which they think is their due. Delinquents Estates and Church-lands, are all in State-hucksters hands, yet still they be poor, and tax the people more and more; the Self-denying-Or­dinance, lies in a trance; the war is unjust, grounded on covetous­ness [Page] and lust. Come Customers and buy — your own slave [...]

I have laid out large Sums in purchasing of Bishops Lands; heaven send me comfort of them, and grant I may en­joy them quietly. This news from Sea, and the Scots does not please me I promi [...]e ye.

I have purchas'd some too, and have money in readi­ness for more. Sister Rain [...]brough you will have double share for the loss of your deer husband; enough to marry you to a Lord.

Indeed the State is liberal.

I, so they are of that that is none of their own.

WE must be sudden in our resolutions, all's lost else; Money is a moveable Comm dity, let's demand a million of the City: hang 'um, they'r rich enough.

Do ye hear that brethren?

Tell them of Mannors, Bishops, Deans, and Chapters Lands; 'tis the way to make the Jou [...] heads untru [...]s —

Ile do't in my Breeches first.

But what if they deny us the money?

My Lord, I am confident they dare not: if they should, we can compel them: Here's an ill scent my Lord, pray let's void the room.

Some hasty news—pray heaven 'tis good.

Here's Letters for the General.

We're all undone; our Navy's lost at Sea; Dublin's ta­ken; the Prince is landed with 30000 in the West; the Scots are advanc'd with five & twenty Thousand to Carissle; the Levellers and Pre [...]byters fly to them; and which is worse, the People ge­nerally do our late Actions curse. We all are lost.

Ha, ha, ha; then you had best all hang your selves.