The Second Part of the Tragi-COMEDY, Called NEW-Market-FAYRE OR M rs. PARLIAMENTS New Figaryes.

Written by the Man in the Moon.

Prologue.

Gentlemen, our Poet bids me say,
Ye're Welcome all unto his Second Play;
He prayes you reade; and if you find in it
Nothing but Treason, then expect no witt.
Some Rime there is; he hopes, some Sense, and Reason,
At least to make you say, 'Tis witty Treason.
His Scenes (he vows) do only aime to please
The Publique; and cure each foul disease
Of Manners in the Government: discry
Where the State-humors and Diseases lie,
Prescribes a remedy to allay Pride,
Ambition, Treason, Lust, and Deicide.
Corbet will teach you in his part to paint
The Devil in the likness of a Saint.
Which cannot chuse but make proud rebels rage,
To see themselves thus acted on the Stage.
But if you please, now to advance his Playes,
His Market's ended; and hee's Crown'd with Bayes.

Printed at you may go look. 1649.

To his much Honored Friend, The Man in the Moon, on his Play called New-Market-Fayre.

MY Fancy is too dull, my Muse to weak
To praise thy Genius; when each line doth speak,
And claimes for thee a Law [...]el▪ yet Ile strive
Within thy Play to keep my Name alive.
I cannot flatter Truth; this happy flame
More then thy Moon; gives thee Eternal Fame,
And builds o're Time a Tryumph; Cold desires
Grow warm, and kindle by thy Loyal Fires:
True hearts are now [...]viv'd, and learnt to sing
Vive le Roy; and God preserve the King.
Whilst Regicides whose vile memories rust
And Names descend much deeper then their dust:
Like painted Moons, that with dull Lamps profane
Thy cleerest Light, at Full; most in their Waine.
Whose Guilt must line their Coffins; whilst thy shine,
Shall be a Light unto the Sacred Nine.
F. W. Esq

The Actors Names.

  • Constantius and Fidelius Two Loyallists.
  • Fairfax and Cromwel Possessed with Devils.
  • Three Traytors.
    • Ireton
    • Huson
    • Pride
  • Lady Fairfax and Mistris Cromwel, with Ruth Inconti­nence, and Abigal Concupicense, their Maids of Honor.
  • Gorge & Morley, Their Paramours.
  • Miles Corbet. A Iesuite.
  • Hugh Peters and Dorrislaws Ghost.
  • Shrieffs, Aldermen, A Keeper and Executioners.

The Second Part of the Tragi-COMEDY, Called NEW-Market-FAYRE. OR M rs. PARLIAMENTS New Figaryes.

ACT 1. SCENE 1.

Enter Constantius, and Fidelius.
Const.
'TIs strange Fidelius that they should Recover!
'Twas said their wounds were Morral▪
The Heavens are surely angry,
And lock their Azure Portals 'gainst our prayers,
Menacing the wors of miseries;
They would not else insuse their powerful influences
To rescue Traytors from their punishments.
Oh Fidelius, when I but think what they have done by Butche­ring Sacred Majesty—
I am astonish'd!
What 'ist these fear to do?
They'd Martyr JOVE, could they come at him too:
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But yet Ile not despair, but by my Constancy
And Faith vanquish all miseries:
Our griefs be folly; our Tears cannot suffice,
Unless our hearts make Charles a sacrifice.
Fidelius.
Content thy self Constantius; though Traytors flourish,
and such dunghil weeds sprout up through fatness of the soyl.
'Tis but a time, and a time present too,
Then they'l be weeded out:
They can't demur, adjourn, or say to morrow;
When their Accountant cals, they must obey,
Though now they do o're Truth and Justice sway.

The people say they were recovered by a miracle, wrought by one Peters an Excorcist, and now admire, adore, and think them Gods, more then they did before; And say 'twas Iustice made great Charles to bleed.

Const.

Blind ignorant wretches, that can't perceive Gods from Devils; Impostors from Potentates; it's but in vain to inform them, till their own folly make them sensible; But does Crom­wel mean to steer his Course for Ireland?

Fid.

For Hell he does.

Con.

I, that has been his Journey these seven yeers;

He will come to his journies end in time,
But to Ireland I doubt he will not.
Fid.

He tels the People that he will go, but that's in the My­stery; he intends nothing less in the History: 'Tis to get arrears, what men and money he can, and then Fairfax will soon un­derstand whether he intends.

Con.

I hope his first dayes march will be to guard him to Tow­er-hill, according to his desers, to make that his Head-quarters; and after retreat to Westminster and be Crown'd, & then he may make Deputies, and not expose himself to hazards upon so de­sparate a Design, as Ireland is like to prove: Oh you know not the subtilty of that Jesuitical-head-piece! A little time will make known his intents: whilst then we will observe the cause [...] of their vile Actions, and discourse the Effects to our selves; yet let us be as secret as we can; these Serpents will sting us else.

Wee'l be as wise as Serpents, Serpents to prevent,
To Loyal-Doves, wee'l prove as Inocent.
Exit.
Enter Fairfax and Cromwel.
Crom.

Wee're now at Amity, and made both one▪ I hope there will remain no Jealousies or Fears each of other?

Fair.

I have not any the least Jealousie or Fear of thee my deer Lieutenant; but hugge thee as my second Self: Oh that I cou'd by this embrace beget a wit like thine; the State wants Policy as well as Money; and mine's but little, thine a full Magazine to arme a Kingdom, and muster all Designs, Plots and Stratagems of State with safety and ease to keep, what we have waded through bloud and danger to obtain.

Crom.

My Lord, I am your Servant, and the States; and must, and will endeavour to keep for them what I have got: But still my Lord, the People are too rich and powerful, they must have more Taxes and more Assessements to keep them under; and when they are poor and needy, they'l be the more our vassals, and subject to our power: Have not the peremtory slaves dis­arm'd Capt. Thelwels troop at Drayton in Shropshire, taken both their Horse and Arms, & strip'd them to their skins? Have they not at Chester done the like? and since in Worcestershire? Come, come, they will Robel unless we make them poor; let's Tax them throughly; worse language then they do, they cannot give us; therefore lets about it; you to the Parliament and I to the Councel of State presently.

Money's the life of War, and must be had,
Although we make the silly Hyndes run mad.
Exit.
Enter my Lady Fairfax, and Ruth Incontinence her Maid.
Lady Fair.

Is my husband gone to the Parliament-House Ruth?

Ruth.

Yes verily Mistris; he is gone amongst the Members, the holy-members, the fructifying-members, the increasing and mul­tiplying-members. Indeed Madam, something was the matter my Master call'd for Beer so early this morning; Ha, ha, ha, I hope it will appear ere long: I promise you I thought something not­withstanding when he fetch'd such a draught, [...] pitt [...]y your Case Madam, but cold not cry; pardon me, I am your waiting-Maid, and can a little understand what belongs to the case of a Gentlewoman.

Lady. Fair.

If thou hadst as much cause as I, thou might'st cry [...] dye too: Ile tell thee Ruth, he lies by me all night like a logge, though I warm him, and warm him again, yet notwithstanding I can get no life nor motion in him; And when my desires are fervent and ready for the on-set, he like a Coward faces-about, falls off, and basely retreates, and will observe no postures at all: Nay, if he would but Present, it is so hot upon the matter, that it would go neer to give fire, and discharge it self, and do execution too: Let me woe him, and woe him, he will doe nothing, starts in his sleep, cryes out Bloud, bloud, and saies he is damn'd in his bed; and Verily, verily, I must say unto thee Ruth; that I think he is bewitch'd, for since he had the last wound with the fall on his Sword, he has been so cold, and as uselesse to me, as a King is to England.

Ruth.

Intruth la Mistris get another, the world is not so dull, if one won't another will; 'Tis no matter for Fame, 'tis but a Bladder of winde, one prick of a Pin [...] lets it ou [...]; if you have a minde to taste the sweets of Love, satisfie your desires to the full; I shall be as useful to put it forward as another.

She that confines her beames to one mans sight,
Is a dark Lanthorn to a glorious light.
Madam Ile fetch the Partie you wot of.
Exit.
Lady Fair.

Prithee do. I hate all bloudy-men, give me the man that armes with an imbrace; can make, not kill a man: O how powerful is Love, that it can make an unjust Act seem ho­nest, nay lawful too—

Enter Mr Gorge.
Gorge.

What makes my Love thus solitary and alone? Come my Life, my Happiness, lets taste some sweets shall make the gods to envieus; There is no pleasure, but in thy embrace.

Lady Fair.

You men love to flatter us, and we like silly fools are pleas'd with all that comes from them we love.

Gorge.

I'le please thee if I can my Deer, the Paphian Goddess never was worthy of such love as thee; Lets in and taste,

And by our close in-twines,
Wee'l teach the wood-him, to embrace the Vines.
Lady Fair.

We must be secret though, because o'th wicked, they are apt to scandal us, and bring us on their Stages; yet I [Page 7]have done the best to have my husband put them down, yet all won't do.

Gorge.

Come my dear, I'le [...]thee down, and act a part, shall ravish thee, and cheer thy grieved heart.

Such acts best please, whose s [...]nes relish of love,
Sound Musick then, and revish from above.
Sound.

ACT II. SCENE III.

Enter Mistris Cromwel and her Paramour Morley, with Abigail Concupiscence her Maid.
Mrs Crom.

So, now we are in our Kingdom: What is it to enjoy the World, and miss the thing we love? Here is a Jewel for thee, 'twas the late Queens, wear it for my sake, and come to me to morrow, thou shalt have Gold what thou wilt have; thou shalt not want if the State has it: Spend freely, and when 'tis gone, thou shalt have more. My Noll shall fight with the Irish, thou shalt fight with me, clad in more softer Arms. Abi­gail how sits this Gown?

Abigial.

It bears an exceeding Grace behind; Madam, you have rumpled the Pleats with your Day-Couch, will you have another?

Mrs Crom.

Fetch me the Cown that cost 2000 pounds, if it likes me, I'le put it on; My deerest Marley shall see how it be­comes me; and embrace me in't.

Morley.

So sweet a body deserves the rarieties of Europe, and all to little to dec [...] you Madam, I am doubly blest to en­joy so noble a Mistris as your self.

Mrs. Crom.
Lets in my dear, and sport a while,
And with sweet love, the tedious time beguile.
Exit.
Enter Miles Corbet with Search Letters to my Lord Fairfax and Cromwel.
Corbet.

Yet I have manag'd State-Affaires with case and [...]ill, and thrive and am grown Rich by my industrous practice: [Page 8]Here's Letters from Scotland I fear will not be pleasing; [...] I must deliver them; Yet I hope by this new troubling the waters I shall get most Fish; Ile in, and seek my Lord General pre­sently.

Miles Corbet Enters the Chamber of Fairfax, where he disco­vers his Lady and Gorge in the very Act; they start up af­frightued, (thinking him the Devil) come forth all un-ready, running over the Stage, crying The Devil, the Devil.
Enter Corbet.
Corbet.

Am I awake, or in a Dream? or do I walk in my Sleep? This is no vision sure: methoughts I saw two (whom I am loth to name) glude like a pair of Goats in a sportful dalli­ance; I must wink at this, there's danger to disclose it, least that her husband should not credit me, and she should lay that to my Charge, was acted by the other; It may be her Lord Consents: I know not what to think! If these be Queent-street doings, Ile to Kings-street to the Lieutenant General to see what hee'l say to these Letters. Ile be silent, there's nothing to be got by this discovery; besides 'tis my own case at home daily.

He that will winde his borne in his own rounds
May chance to be devoured by his own hounds.
Exit.
Enter Hugh Peters Solus, like a Necromancer.

If this trade fails, then farewel all; Albertus was a meer Jugler to me; and Frier Bacon but an empty scull, or brazen Image, his Walls of Brass, were Mud to mine: Preaching is too redious for me; Ile leave that to Owen, and to Goodwin: Have I not done a Miracle to re-possesse these Bodies with Spirits, that were before meer Skellitons, and stinking Carkasses? (by their dispairing rage) they are now as active as ever they were; and possess'd with worser Spirits, if worser can be, to manage the grand Design; But before I proceed further in my Art, I must raise the Ghost of Dorrislaw, and ask his Counsel. Make a Circle and Cunjueres.

Dorrislaws Ghost appears from underneath the Stage in Fetters and flames of Sulphire.
Peters.

My hair stands upright! a flash of Lightning has gone through my body, and cut my thred of Life a too; I have no power to speak!

Dorrislaw.

What's he that calls me from my place of horror, where all my musick is dismal shrieks of damned Souls, yelling in beds of burning Brimston; Couches of poysonous Toads and stinging Serpents? O M. Peters is it you? you shall along with me.

Peters.

I pray thee gentle Ghost forbear, and tell me if the late King be in these lower Regions?

Ghost.

No, thou Viper, he reigns in Heaven; in Hell there are new torments providing answerable for that damn'd Crime without all presidents but Bradshaw. Cook, and Steel, and such as those have forg'd;

Knaves hired by Cromwel to corrupt the Laws:
Now all made food for Hells devouring jawes.

Next Iudas, Faux, and Ravilock, their lodgings are prepared: there lies Essen, Pym, Strend, Hamden, Rainthrough, and ten thousand more; there Fairfax, Cromwel, Ireton, Pride, will all like me, Rue their damn'd Regicide:

Their vengeance hastneth, and come on a main,
Though the first be gone, the Second Charles shall Reign.
Peters.

Let me go tell them this.

Ghost.
No, thou must not; Pluto won't give way,
His Fiends attend; and will not longer stay.
Exit the Ghost carrying away Peters.

ACT III. SCENE V.

Enter Mr Corbet with his Letter, going to Cromwels house.
Corbet.

I'le enter here, and see if I can meet with such a sight I did before.

( peeks behind the [...]gg [...]igns, and sees Morley and Mrs Cromwel a bed together.

Hell and [...]mnation [...] what, [...]re we all turn'd Sodomites— O my head, how it [...]es, Ile home presently; and If Roe be there, what shall I do? fight with him I dare not; [...]will but be the worse; for then my wife will take his part: since others being my betters wear the horn; Ile think it honor, never dream of scorn: but my neighbour will call me Wittall, that's the worst;

No matter, I am ne're the worse,
The Fox thrives best, when that the Geese do curse.
[...] [...]
Since 'tis our fate; and now grows all the fashion▪
Ile rather honor, then disgrase the Nation.
Ile love the man▪ that makes my Wife his mate▪
And hugge his Purse, till he doth horn my pate.
Exit.
Enter Ireton, Huson, and Pride.
Hus.

But does the news hold true concerning Ire [...]nd?

Ire.

Too true, I fear; We must divert our Course some o­ther way; Ormond is 20000 strong; 'tis thought he is now [...] Fortifying all the Ports, and then intends for England.

Pride.

I would we had him here.

'Tis not a hundred thousand that we fear. Our Horse are lusty, and our Men be strong.

Huson.

I, but our Money's weak; how shall we do for that the People won't disburse?

Ireton.

Can we not force it then? Necess [...]y must not observe a Law; make them but poor, and then we shall not want Soul­diers nor Monies: Are we not the Keepers of their L [...]berties? why not their Money too?

We will disburse, give them as they deserve,
It they'l not sight; then let them h [...]ng and starve.
Pride.

When we have all; wee'l order them at will: If we suffer them peaceably to enjoy their Estares; we must not look to enjoy ours; No, I hold it best to kirb [...] them in, be s [...]e to keep them down,

Prosperity will alwayes aim to get a Crown.

Huson.

Besides, when we have all; we know what to trust too; and not before: then we can disburse at our pleasures; and rather then want; if there be urgent necessity, make use of our own Estates at last, but not before; 'tis our best policy to preserve all we can against a rainy day: Lands are but d [...] Commodities, they will not off; besides we can't mans [...] them: Money it is must do the deed,

That's our best friend, should we but be in [...]ed.

Ireton.

Wee'l have it then: Come le [...] draw our Force [...] into the Countries first; and then wee'l come upon the City with afresh supply;

Fairfax [...]rall down; for he is grow [...] to hi [...]

Enter Fairfax and Cromwel.
Fair.

Will they murmer still? Indite me for Murder! Who dares do it? have I not Forces to protect my self? this is Lil­burn and his Faction; they'l never be quiet till they have my life; but perchance Ile have some more of theirs first.

Crom.

Hang up two or three more, 'twill make the rest to fear.

Fair.

'Twas by your Counsel I hang'd up those I did: Did you not at War [...] perswade me to have Arnold shott, and L [...]ckier since; that wone me hate of all my Souldiers, and the People too.

aside.
Crow.
And that I hope will quickly end thy fate.
My Lord, Justice must be done; you know I, in all such cases,
cannot help yee; I am call'd hence and must away; the safety
of the State requires it: Farewel my Lord;
aside.
If that my Plot hit right:
My Policy shall Conquer all your Might.
Exit Crom.
Fair.

My Lievtenant is too wise for me; well, if he does set the People on me for their Agreement I am lost; I fear it is his Policy to with-draw himself, that they may have the better op­portunity to surprize me, and free himself, so they cut me off; that he may enjoy all: Something is in't; I am so troubled in my sleep;

My wife afflicts me too, which makes me weep.

Exit.

ACT IV. SCENE VIII.

Enter 6 or 7 Aldermen and the Sheriffs, as if they came into New-Park a hunting with hounds.
Pennington.

What Game is there in this Park?

Keeper.

O Sir; here be Staggs of State, Harts, Bucks, Does, Sorrells, Sores Teggs, Prickets, Fawns; and abo­mination of Fish and Fowle.

Pen.

Will you give me the Names of them all, because [...] may know what to thank the Parliament for [...] they have be­stowed much of us, for this one Dinner; enough to make us many: Staggs and Harts I have heard of in the City; and Bucks too; but Teggs, Brocks, Sores, and Prickets, I know not what they mean: pray are they Fish, or Fowl?

Keeper.

Neither Sir: they are Beasts, that come to it by de­grees, as your Children newly born, first they come to be Fawns, and then in their youth, they come to be Prickets; in their pren­tiship, to be Brockets; in their freedom, to Bucks of the first head; when Common Councel-men, of the second head, when Alder­men, of the Game Royal; and then you may know them by their Brow-Antlers: And for the Hinds and Does they be the Femals, as it might be your wives, or your Sons wives.

Atkins.

It seems there is a Common-wealth in a Park; but do they engender too?

Keeper.

Yes Sir, in Rutting-time; how could they encrease else? only they defile their members.

Mayer.

But do they do the Act like us?

Keeper.

Very like you Sir; but encrease more.

Atkins.

Are there Conies too?

Keeper.

Yes Sir, more then you have in your City.

Woolaston.

But does not some vermine anoy them?

Keeper.

Yes Sir, but we have another vermine called Ferits and Tarryers, that like your Worships Clark Everet, can enter their grounds & so ferrit their beries, that many times their skins pay for their offences; & then our traps are just like your prisons.

Bide.

Their skins may serve to furre us Gowns.

Keep.

Sir, no Skarlet nor Plush is finer weare.

Atk.

Hereafter, you must preserve them for us then.

Keeper.

Sir, they are my Fees; besides your Worships should not be clad in Foxes, or in Pole-catts skins, least you be termed vermine; the Lyons, or the Panthers, or the Ermyns skine is more rich and fitting for your weare.

Fook.

I know no great degrees of skins; methinks the Asses hide's as serviceable as the Lyons skin, & more fit for ornament.

Keeper.

There be Asses too Sir in the Park.

Mayor.

Then for Fowl and Fish, what store is there?

Keeper.

O [...], they [...]esin [...]ite [...]here be Owle [...], Wood cocks, Buzards, Cuckoes, Rooks, Wiggins, and all [...]e [...] Worship [...] ­cen desire: Besides Parliament Pu [...]trick [...], Halpyes, Night-Ra­vens, S [...]eech-Owles, and whatever your Worships can name. And for Fish, here be Pikes, that like those you know where, eate up their own kind; and C [...]ps that die wallowing in the M [...]de (like your Worships in your feather, beds;) besides the Carpes may serve for your servants, and the people; and great Tench, that you may ca [...]ch without books or pullies; besides Roach, Dace, Eles, Breams, Pearch, and abundance more.

Pen.

Are there no Whales, Saturn o [...]s or Lobsteks there?

Keeper.

No Sir, they are in the Seas, where your Worships Ships sail.

Pen.

I had thought they had come from hence.

Mayor.

Well Brethren, it behoves us to give thanks to the Councel of S [...] and the Parliament for all these benefits, and a [...] n [...] them the Sum; 'tis but 150000. l. a meer toy; if the Sea be but secur'd by their Navy, we shall fetch it up again in a yeer, and less.

Omnes.

Content, content, let them have it, let them have it; and our Letter of Thanks [...] boor.

Since we have b [...]k, O [...]d Sport and Deer such store;
If they do ask, they shall have ten times more.
Keeper.

Yes, yes no doubt but they'l be as free to you, of that that is not their own. [...] aside. The [...]ight Ma [...], Pa [...], Cha [...]es and Forrests, are liberally bestowed; the old proverb must be verified, Lightly come, lightly go, but they that steal a Deer off the Kings Ground, the Horns may hereafter chance to choak them; but they that steal Deer, Trees, Lands and all; the very stones will fly in their faces I hope: What it blessed litter of City-puppies have I to my Ma­sters? O for a pack of good bloud-hounds to set on these Actaeons: Uds—fut, these be meer Gulls, Buffle-pates; there's not a man of them has so much wit, us will reach from his nose to his beard: foh— how they stink; I think some [...] them have be-shitt themselves. Will your Worships please to see some sport [...] the Game is ready, the Buck is Rour [...]d,

Tho. [...]ingwood.

[...]—looe,—ha—loo [...] [...]—tat,—tat,—tat.

Byde.

This is heavenly Musick.

Exit Keeper, Mayer, [...]
Pen.

Woo'd these Currs were choak'd, I cannot hear it for them.

looks up.
Byde.

Why, 'tis the Doggs that makes it.

Pen.

I had thought it had been come from the Skyes. The Buck is down already.

Byde.

'Tis time we seek our Company, and give over the Chase.

Pen.

This is no Chase Sir, 'tis a Park.

O [...] sounds a horne.
We are summond in; let's haste away,
This idle sport has quite consum'd the day.

Let's tell our selves, and see if we have all our Com­pany.

they call themselves, and a [...]ss two.
Byde.

Here's two missing!

Pennington.

I'le lay a Pot of Ale of that; have you told your self Sir?

Byde.

I'le tell again.

tells.

There wants four now—O, Alderman Soams, and Al­derman Chambers did not come; there was but 13 came, and now there is but 11; then as I take it, two are wanting.

Pen.

But how shall we know which two?

Byde.

'Tis my Lord Mayor, and Alderman Atkins are missing.

Enter the Keeper running.

O Gentlemen, Gentlemen, your Mayor has hang'd himself in a Tree, and if you go not quickly hee's a dead man; and a­nother is fallen into a pit, and hath so bewray'd himself, 'tis wonderful! I think he has broke his necke, for he stirre [...] not.

Pen.

Brethren away, I fear there is some Treason.

exit Aldermen.
Keeper.

Treason [...] Traytors! Is not that Non-sence [...] I have done my best to Lodge the Deer on that side the P [...] where the most trees and the pitts were; but surely that is not [Page 15]reason; and yet I know not neither, for [...] everything [...] made treason, though it be but Reason in I'le away to [...] 'tis good to prevent a mischief.

Farewel old Custard-eaters; I hold it reason.
Not to serve you, for fear I commit treason.
Exit.

ACT V. scene X.

Enter Fairfax Bol [...]u.
Fairfax

THe Devil stop your mouths; will nothing serve you but The Agreement of the People, The Agree­ment of the People! Are not the Parliament the Peoples Represe [...]ives? why, do not they A­gree? I am willing to Agree to any thing; yet must their splee [...] light upon me? O Cromwel, Cromwel, for this I may thank thee; I am so heavy, sad and drowsie, I must take Rest.

Lies down and sleeps.
Enter three or four Furies, and Anticks dancing a­bout him with their hands all bloudy, and Exit. N [...] stants and sleeps again Soft Musick from above, and this [...]ong.
I.
WHo on the top of Fortunes Wheele.
Stands more glorious then the rest?
Others sorrows li [...] feele,
Thinking all like them at blest.
II.
Guide the Chariot of the Sun,
And thence blind with too much light,
Such un-even Courses run,
(turns himselfe:)
That they turn the day to night.
III.
These are they that cannot see,
Dazl'd with the height of place,
How they may secured be
Of the peoples fickle grace.
IV.
But pretend their hearts so deep,
They are hopelesse there to wade;
Where did they but measure keep,
Fortunes Children should not sade.
V.
Greatnesse here may learn to stand
Propt with Vertue, so it shall
Fearlesse from rude peoples hand
Sleep on Doune, or softer fall.
VI.
Fumes of Sway must passe away,
Rebels fall, that stand by Art;
Charles His Vertue still shall sway.
And all England take His part [...] [...]
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VII.
What though Rebels fret and frown,
That durst aspire unto a Throne▪
Vertue is a Sacred Crown,
Subject unto none but O [...].
He [...]akes, and st [...]ts up [...]ed.

A C [...]d, a ga [...]d; Treason, treason; I am betray [...] O my distempered Fa [...]y▪ how strange guilt [...] with­in, well, since 'tis so [...] 'tis but a folly to dispair; and to [...]pent, would argu [...] I were guilty; I have had strange dreames [...] all it not well▪ Well come what will, [...]e bide the shock of all; And if I stand, I stand; it may I [...]ll.

Enter Sheriffs and others with the Agreement of the People in their hands.
People.

Where be the Murderers? seize on them; knock them down: knock them down; Traytors, Tyrants, bloud-suckers; away with them.

They seize on Fairfax, Pi [...]ion him, and had him away.
Fairfax.

Who builds his Hopes upon a Comm [...]n Rou [...], Thus must he f [...]ll, though for their Rights he fought.

Exit.
Enter Fidelius and Constantius.
Const.

Now my dear Fidelius; how likest thou the times now? do they not change apace? doe [...] not Divine Justice cleerly demonstrate to the World their guilt, and dogge them at the heeles? do not the Phat [...] [...]mble now? Bloud must be revenged; Murder and Patricide, although conceal'd long, at last betrayes it self; nay often times proves his own executio­ner; but this licensed and open wickednesse, invites all hands to take Revenge.

Fidelius.

The People threaten revenge on all; and do dis­pute their deaths before their ends: some report Bradshaw hath hang'd himself, another drown'd; a third is st [...]bb'd; when [Page 18]as they speak but as they'd have it; or as it must be: Thus they oft times say, Hee's a dead man, that's but condemn'd; and so are they by heavens Impartial Law; they're but re­priev'd a while, the day will come.

They suffer must, a most assured doom;
That Subject make his Soveraigns heart to bleed,
Will finde a Subject shall revenge the deed.
Const.

'Tis true Fidelius; but they never think of that; Re­bellion so bewitches them, they know not what they do; but with stupidity and ignorances; resolve to finish what they have begun, though to scale heaven, or to put out the Sun.

Fidelius.

When did you see Rebellion prosper? But for black damn'd Regicide, (by Cook & Rad [...]thus Se [...]l accounted lawful) it is a sin made Iud [...] beholding to a [...] to ease his Conscience, but these far worse then R [...]agaces or Jewes, must expect Judgements worse,

The more their sins 'gainst light, the worse their Curse.

Const.

They say that Fairfax doth die to day; shall we go see him.

Fidelius.

No, I love not to see the death of any man; nor have I envie at their persons, but their Crimes; I'de rather see them live honest men, then to die Traytors. This is Cromwels Policy, now he hath filled this Sp [...]ge to squeze him; till a­nother does so much for him, which will not be long; if Over­ton speake true; that Bull's design'd for the slaughter next; if he were but well baited first in [...].

Const.

Dublin is for certain taken, London-Derry can't held out; which makes me think he can do little good there if that he were Landed, which is a thing almost impossible.

Fidelius.

Let's leave the successe to him tha [...] prosecutes; and into [...].

The Sun decines, and takes leave of the West.

Exit.
Enter Fairfax with a Jesuit, Sheriffs, Executioner, and People with [...] and [...].
She [...]iff.

Come b [...]i [...]ion a way; I never thought he would come to better end, fine▪ he [...] hi [...] word as New Mark [...] [Page 19]and likewise his Oath and Covenant with his King, and his dear Brethren the Scots.

Sir,

you had best repent; your time's but short.

Iesuit.

Your Pardon from His Holiness is firm;

whispers, is heard.

You need not here repent.

People.

This is a Jesuite, a Jesuite: Hang him, hang him.

Iesuite.

Nay pray good people spa [...]e my Life, and give me have to speak; I shall tell you what will make you wonder.

People.

Speak then; but be brief, pr [...]raction may cause a­nother Change.

Iesuite.

And so it will; Let the Sheriff look in the N [...]pe of my Lord [...] neck.

The Sheriff lookes in the N [...]pe of his [...]eck, and finds a Charm, which he pulls away; and his Carkasse falls and leaves a noysome stench.

Sheriffs.

What's the meaning of this, good Sir?

Iesuite.

It is a Charm; the words are dubious, and cannot be made sense of; and this he brought from Holland; Cromwel has the same; 'twas to preserve their Carkasses while such a time expir'd; else they had been dead long time before; and often killed by others.

Sheriff.

How come it then that Peters cured them?

Iesuite.

Peters weary of Preaching Schisme; and finding o­thers prefer'd before him, turns Necromancer, and deals in the black Art: Now their Charms was to preserve them from o­thers hurts, but not their own; they falling by their own swords, were by Peters, re-possessed with Devils, which gave motion to their bodies.

Enter Pride, Ireton, Huson.
Ireton.

Is the Execution past?

People.

More Witches, more witches; fall upon them, stone them.

The people knocks them down with stones. Enter Gorge and my Lady Fairfax as one door; and Morly and Mrs Cromwel at the other, and meet.
Lady Fairfax.

My Husband murdered! Draw Mr Gorge.

Gorge and Morly fight, and both are mortally wounded.
Gorge.

I met with you there Sir;

Morly falls.
Mrs Crom.

Nay then thou villain have at thee.

pistols him.
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And for thee Mrs [...]r [...], ('tis no time to s [...]ld) [...]

(She draws her knife and runs at my Lady [...] missing her; my Lady Fairfax [...] Sword, and runs Mrs Cromwel th [...]row▪ [...] apprehend her for murder, and carry her to [...]
Sheriff.

Here is a sudden Tragedy indeed;

I doubt there's more ere long will bleed.

People.

Hang them, stone them; Witches, Murderers, Th [...] ­ves, Impostures: Let's Petition our King home; we shall ne­ver be happy else.

Owner.

Content, Content;

Epilogue.
Come Royal CHARLES, and with a cloud of thunder
Disperse this bed of Snakes, and keep them under.
FINIS.

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