Justa sive Inferiae Regicidarum: OR, TYBVRNS REVELS.
Presented before Protector
Cromwel, Lord President
Bradshaw, Lord Deputy
Ireton. By Squire
Dun, Mercury, and
Chorus.
Mercury with a Pick-Ax to
Coomwel.
HEnce Caduce, that Sleep-powerful mighty rod,
This Iron, shall disturb the guilty nod
Of these brass Sinners now inlaid with lead,
This be the
Mace to these inglorious Dead.
Rise
Noll from th'violated
Arched Cave,
'Twas thy last Treason to usurp the grave,
Rouze up, and follow to my tripple Altar,
Where my grim Priest attends thee with a Halter.
Cromwel.
Whose there? speak softly to my troubled ears,
Whose Drums beats still with jealousies and fears:
Restless Ambition how I finde it true,
Not quiet yet, since yet the Fates parsue:
No Fury wak'd me in my Regal Dreams,
'Tis infelicity is what it seems:
Imagination prompt'd me to be King,
'Tis easie work, I have it in a string.
Here's a triumphant Chariot without wheels,
Not subject to mad Fortunes giddy reels;
And here's three standing Crowns, whose massy weight
Will break the neck to this curst politick pate.
Chorus.
Four merry boys, and four merry boys,
And four merry boys are we;
As ever yet gang'd under
The Gallow, Gallow tree.
Mercury.
This subtile Engine, whose fine active dust,
Though long interr'd, is free from Natures rust;
This slight Mercurial spirit made
Nols son
(As if by Traduce) false
Ireton
Leave thy invaded tomb, this sacred place,
Was nere deputed to so vile a race.
Rise treacherous reliques follow, follow me,
Follow thy Father to the Triple-tree.
Ireton.
By long possession settled in my urn,
I crave a priviledge: Must I now turn
Tenant to
Tyburn? must I quit my ground,
That have for every treachery a wound
Whilest I braved heaven, see the juster earth,
Disgorgeth her prodigious Rebel-birth:
So wasting, wily Foxes oft are tane.
First earth'd, then hang'd, and so expos'd to shame.
Chorus:
Four merry boys, and four merry boys,
And four merry boys are we,
As ever yet gang'd under
The Gallow, Gallow tree.
Mercury.
Come you loud Furies, beat the Tintimar
Such direful Notes, which the High Justice Bar
Can onely president, this deaf Adder charm;
He'd hear no Reason, give him an alarm:
Get up bold
Bradshaw, leave these blessed Ghosts,
Thy Grove and Walk's in the trian'gler posts,
There murmur sentences, be the disgrace,
And the
[...]genius of that Justice-place.
Bradshaw
You must not interrupt me, I pronounce,
The sentence of the Court (what means this bounce)
The Courts adjourn'd to Tyburn: hateful word,
Where's
Hackers Partizans, and
Humphreys sword:
The Court doth over-rule it, I'll not stir,
I do affirm our Jurisdiction, Sir:
But Oh, the light appears, the hateful ayre,
Here's Sledge and straw, for cushions, Velvet chaire:
Thus as a
Judas, hired to betray,
The price of blood findes me
Akeldama.
Chorus.
Four merry boys, and four merry boys.
And four merry boys are we;
As ever yet gang'd under
The Gallow, Gallow-tree.
Mercury.
What shall I do to wake this ponderous lump,
Mishapen Parent of a monstrous Rump:
I'll call some spirit to imform this Mass,
The Armies Paper-mule, and
Cromwels Ass:
Come out
Tom Blunderbuss, this filthy Tun
Raise up with slings and bear't to Squire
Dun.
Pride.
Oh my recluded members, where away,
My Lordship cumbled down below a dray:
I gave the House of Parliament the lurtch,
And finde no Sanctuary within the Church:
I, that profan'd, and this abom'nates me,
But none was ever refuse to the tree:
My garbling Parliaments to him next dares,
My guts and garbage give unto the bears.
But stay, 'tis double costs, and double wo,
To pay the Surgeon and the Hangman too,
I had no Cear-cloth, so I'll keep my urn,
I see sometimes stinking will serve the turn.
Chorus.
Four merry boys, and four merry boys, &c.
Squire Dun
Oh Agitators, if now there be any
Have need of the Squire of the rope or his
Zany,
Though quarters and heads are on several poles,
The
Head-Quarters are at
Tyburn Holes.
Four merry boys, and four merry boys,
And four merry boys are we;
As ever yet gang'd under
The Gallow, Gallow-tree.