A Loyall Song of the Royall Feast, kept by the Prisoners in the Towre in August last, with the names, titles and characters of every Prisoner.
GOd save the best of Kings, King
Charles,
The best of Queens Queen
Mary,
The Ladies all,
Gloster and
Yorke,
Prince
Charles so like old
Harry:
God send the King his own again,
H
[...]s Towre and all his coyners,
And blesse all Kings who are to reigne
From Traytors and Purloyners.
The King sent us poor Traytors here
(But you may guesse the reason)
Two brace of Bucks to mend the cheere,
Is't not to eat them Treason?
Let
Selden search
Cottons Records,
And
Royley in the Towre,
They cannot match the president,
It is not in their power,
Old
Collet would have joy'd ta've seen
This president recorded,
For all the papers hee are saw
Scarce such an one afforded
The King sent us, &c.
But that you may these traytors know
Ile be so bold to name them,
That if they ever traytors prove,
Then this record may shame them:
But these are well try'd loyall blades
(If
England ere had any)
Search both the houses through and through
Youl'd scarcely finde so many.
The King sent us, &c.
The first and chiefe a Marquesse is
Mar. Winton▪
Long with the State did wrestle,
Had
Ogle done as much as he,
Tha'd spoyld
Will. Wallers Castle:
Ogle had wealth and title got,
So layd down his Commissions,
The noble Marquesse would not yeild,
But scorn'd all base conditions.
The King sent us, &c.
The next a worthy Bishop is,
Bish. Eely.
Of Schismaticks was hated,
But I the cause could never know,
Nor see the reason stated:
The c
[...]yes were loud, God knows the cause,
They had a strange Committee,
Which was a foot well neere a yeare,
Who would have had small pitty.
The King sent us, &c.
The next to him is a Welsh Judge
Judge Jenkins, Esq.
Durst tell them what was treason,
Old honest
David durst be good,
When it was out of season:
He durst discover all the tricks
The Lawyers use, and knavery,
And shew the subtile plots they use
To enthrall us in slavery.
The King sent us, &c.
Frank Wortly hath a joviall soule,
Knight & Baronet.
Yet never was good club-man,
Hee's for the Bishops and the Church,
But can endure no Tub-man:
He told Sir THOMAS in the Towre,
Though he by him was undone,
It pleas'd him that he lost more men,
In taking him then
London.
The King sent us, &c.
Sir
Edward Hayles was wonderous rich,
Knight & Baronet.
No flower in
Kent yeilds honey
In more abundance to the Bee,
Then they from him suck money:
Yet hee's as chearfull as the best,
Judge
Jenkins sees no reason
That honest men for wealth should be
Accused of high Treason.
The King sent us, &c.
Old Sir
John Strangways he came in,
Knight & Baronet.
Though he himselfe submitted,
Yet as a Traytor he must be,
Excepted and committed,
Yet they th'exception now take off,
But not the sequestration,
Hee must forsooth to Goldsmiths-hall,
The place of desolation.
The King sent us, &c.
Honest Sir
Ben's a reall man,
Knight & Baronet.
As ere was lapt in leather,
But he (God blesse us) loves the King,
And therefore was sent hither.
He durst be Sheriffe, and durst make
The Parliament acquainted
What he intended for to doe,
And for this was at
[...]ainted.
The King sent us, &c.
Sir
Benefield, Sir
Walter Blunt,
Knights & Baronets.
Are Romishly affected,
So's honest
Frank of
Howards race,
And
Slaughter is suspected:
But how the Devill comes this about,
That Papists are so loyall?
And those that call then selves Gods Saints,
Like Devils doe destroy all.
The King sent us &c.
Jack Hewet will have wholsome meat,
Knight.
And drink good wine if any,
His entertainments free and neat,
His choyce of freinds not many:
Jack is a loyall hearted man,
Well Parted and a Scholar,
Hee'l grumble if things please him not,
But never grows to chollar.
The King sent us, &c.
Gallant Sir
Thomas bold and stout,
Knight & Baronet.
(Brave
Lunsford) children eateth,
But he takes care, where he eats one,
There he a hundred getteth.
When
Harlows wife brings her long bils,
He wishes she were blinded,
When shee speaks loud, as loud he swears,
The woman's earthly minded.
The King sent us, &c.
Sir
Lewis hath an able pen,
Knight.
Can cudgell a Committee,
He makes them doe him reason though
They others doe not pitty:
Brave
Cleaveland had a willing minde,
Frank W
[...]rtley was not able,
But
Lewis got foure pound
per weeke,
For's children and his table.
The King sent us, &c.
Giles Strangwayes has a gallant soul,
Esquire.
A brain infatigable,
What study he ere undertakes,
To master it hee's able:
He studies on his Theoremes,
And
Logarithmes for number,
He loves to speake of
Lewis Dives,
And they are neer asunder.
The King sent us, &c.
Sir
John Marlow's a loyall man,
Knight.
(If
England ere bred any)
He bang'd the Pedlar back and side,
Of Scots he killed many:
Had Generall
King done what he should,
And given the Blew-caps battail,
Wee'd made them all run into
Tweed,
By droves like Sommer cattell.
The King sent us &c.
Will. Morton's of that Cardinals race,
Knight.
Who made that blessed marryage,
He is most loyall to his King,
In action, word, and carryage:
His sword and pen de
[...]ends the Cause,
If King
Charles thinke not on him,
W
[...]ll. is a
[...]ongst the rest undone;
The Lord have mercy on him.
The King sent us, &c.
Tom Con
[...]sb
[...]
[...] stout and stern,
Esquire.
Yet of a sweet condition
To them he loves; his crime was great
He read, the Kings Commission,
And required
Cranborn to assist
He charg'd, but should have prayd him,
Tom was so bold he did require
All for the King should aid him.
The King sent us, &c.
But I
Win Bodnam had forgot,
Knight.
Had suffered somuch hardship,
There's no man in the Towre had left
The King so young a Wardship:
Hee's firme both to the Church and Crown,
The Crown Law and the Canon,
The Houses put him to his shifts,
And his wives father
Mammon.
The King sent us, &c.
Sir
Henry Vaughan looks as grave
Knight.
As any beard can make him,
Those come poore prisoners for to see,
Doe for our Patriarke take him:
Old
Harry is a right true blue,
As valiant as
Pendraggon,
And would be loyall to his King,
Had King
Charles neer a rag on
The King sent us, &c.
John Lilburne is a stirring blade,
Gent.
And understands the matter,
He neither will King, Bishops, Lords,
Nor th'House of Commons flatter:
John loves no power prerogative,
But that deriv'd from
Sion,
As for the Mitre and the Crown,
Those two he looks awry on.
The King sent us, &c.
Tom Violet swears his injuries
Goldsmith.
Are scarcely to be numbred,
He was close prisoner to the State,
Three score dayes and nine hundred:
For
Tom does set down all the dayes,
And hopes he has good debters,
'Twould be no Treason
(Jenkins sayes)
To bring them peacefull letters.
The King sent us, &c,
Poore
Hudson of all was the last,
D. D.
For it was his disaster,
He met a Turncoat swore that he
Was once King
CHARLES his Master.
So he to
London soon was brought
But came in such a season,
Their Martiall Court was then cry'd down
They could not try his treason.
The King sent us, &c.
Else
Hudson had gone to the pot
Who is he can abide him?
For he was Master to the King
And (which is more) did guide him.
Had
Hudson done (as
Judas did)
Most loyally betray'd him,
The houses are so noble, they
As bravely would have paid him.
The King sent us, &c.
Wee'l then conclude with hearty healths
To King
CHARLES and Queen
MARY,
To the black Lad in Buff, (the Prince)
So like his Grandsire
HARRY.
To
YORK, to
GLOSTER, may we not
Send
Turk and
Pope defiance;
Since we such gallant Seconds have
To strengthen our alliance?
Wee'l drink them o're and o're again
Else we're unthankfull creatures
Since
CHARLES the Wise, the valiant King
Takes us for loyall traytors.
This if you will rime dogrell call
(That you please you may name it)
One of the loyall traytors here
Did for a Ballad frame it
Old Chevy Chase was in his minde
If any sute it better:
All these concerned in the Song
Will kindly thank▪ the Setter.
FINIS.