all Horros for his chink And no less venture for a Wench and Drink Sir Cha. This doctrine my Friend Lisle is dangerous yet too much preach'd and practis'd in all Armies Soldiers do him their Glory and detract from their own worth that Love to drink and drab he only may be term'd truly Valiant that can Repulse and vanquish his own Passions but this Dish I perceive my Soldiers is too much stuff'd with Sage for you to palliate I wonder Noble Capel stays so long I fear he hath ingag'd himself too far after the Flying Foe he knows not which way back for to Retreat Sir Geo. He's an experienc'd Soldier and so inur'd unto the several stratagems of War that 'twere a sin Mars would severely plague but for to doubt his Fortune Sir Cha. I would not be too confident or to careless Heavens bring him off with safety and with Honour let's now re-enter our invincible Fort and there consult for safety we must expect the Rebells will once more make their Approaches to our Walls perhaps with new Supplies we will prepare a Tempest gainst they Storm But if great Jove remember whose we are His ponderous Thunder will their Onset Mar. Exit The end of the second Act. ACT III. Enter Cromwell solus Crom. THus far my policies run smooth and currant deep Rivers glide as silent as the Night when shallow Books fall with a troubled noise wherefore was Man created like the Gods but that like them he should dispose his Acts to the great dread of some envy of others easily deluded the King my Master I have led on with hopes of Re-establishment so long that now he doubts my feign'd reallity and astrong Party in the Junto sit who without me are now in Treaty with him but I shall break the Neck of their Design perhaps before they think it the several Commanders of the Army are now all of my Faction while Fairfax silly Fool sits like a Statue as if he nothing knew or nothing durst I have proposed unto the several Officers to forsake the King and yeild him up as one not fit to live unto the Block I have informed them and it takes exceedingly so forward are the Fools to work my ends and their own certain Ruin that the King is a Man of Blood by no means to be Trusted being of a rigid and implicable Spirit hating even to the Death all have opposed Him and that should He regain his former Power he quickly would make use on't to their Ruin that therefore they should make a Retreat in tiâ—â— nor yeild their Necks unto a Tyrants Mercy that they have declar'd â—â— highly for him might the more easily by far entrap him nor was it a discredit so to do since in all Ages such Politick course hath been thought just and safe they snared with my words resolve to do â—â— for to remove the King by violent Death and to set up a Mâ—â—itary â—ower now my Plots work the Stage grows great with Horror the English Mâ—narchy grows sick to Death its very Basis hath an Agâ—e-fit which will not cease to shake it till it be Levell'd to the humble Earth Mount Mount my Thoughts unite like scatter'd springs 'Tis a strong Torrent that must bear down Kings Enter Peters Boswill Pride with Soldiers Here I appointed my dear Buffoon Peters and Col. Boswill Pride and my whole Army to meet about this hour See they come Welcome dear Friends you have observ'd your Time My Hugh how thrives our Counsel in the Army that our Great General the Lord Fairfax guides I am sure these Gallant Souls serve under me are all unanimous to shake off Kings and while the Iron's hot to strike that Blow which shall for ever free the English Nation from Tyrants and their awful Power Pet. Heroick Sir they all even as one Man applaud even to the skies your rare projection both Officers and Soldiers Covetous for to Accomplish what's by you propos'd and as a signal of their Resolutions see here the more part of a queint Remonstrance which must by us be brought to a Period wherein we will divulge unto the World the Reasons and Grounds of our Intents Crom. As I would wish never till now could England hope a Happiness why how now Boswill Why art thou so sad The Noble Pride stands like a Man astonish'd or like a Marble Statue whose Aged Feet are wrapt in Wither'd Moss what's the matter Pride Nothing dear Sir but an excessive Joy which hath surpriz'd my Faculties and craz'd upon the Organs of my Speech my Mind is busied about the Kingdoms Fate my Soul in a deep Conference with my Sense about Mature Affairs Bos The Constitution of my Soul agrees with thine in each degree of Temper most honoured Crom. from our late sworn Principles I'll not recide though Heaven Rain'd down Fire upon me though Earth yawn'd wide and Hell gorg'd Balls of Sulphur the King that Man of Blood shall lose his Head and all his prime Adherents wait on Him unto the other World the People we will Rule by the Sword's power their Lives and Goods by Conquest we have gain'd our sway must be maintain'd by Strength not Law The Sword that cut a passage to our Sphere 'Tis that alone must secure us there Crom. Oh let me put thee in my Bosom Boswill henceforth let us converse more neerly and like the Zod caks gemini mix our Loves we'll be a second Pylades and Orestâ—s and never part till death my Hugh let's hear some part of that Remonstrance 'twill highly spur us on to Action Pet. You shall the most material Clauses Sir are these which take with this Exordium I Penn'd late Yesternight He Reads Absolute power of necessity must subsist and keep above water though all else be assur'd of drowning to the loss of all or at least many branches of universal Freedom and therefore the Fox did not conclude amiss when he saw his fellows stâ—ps march towards the Lions Den. Nos vestigia terrent if we enter into a strict scrutiny we shall find that our choice and our nature gave us Kings the dignity conferr'd upon a single Man was sure intended for the good of all but where one draws from all can that be pleasing or fortunate or to leave this one can that be injury and therefore in order thereto we declare That we call King CHARLES to an account as the prime Promoter Abetter and sole Occasioner of all the Murders and Outrages committed this many years during the war and bring him to a Tryal for his Life that with him we will bring to judgment all those of his Party who in order to his Arbitrary Commands have Marthered spoil'd and impovert shed the Free-born People of England Crom. Hold I have heard enough why this is done to the purpose and shews all Gallantry did not Die with Brutus and his Confederate Consuls now Lawrel wreaths commixt with Mirtle branches shall deckt our fortunate Brows as the true Patriots of
certain ruin Fairf First let us Summon them to yeild on Terms if they prove so Fool hardy as to refuse then let our Iron-ball in smoak and sulphur sing a sad Requiem in their fearful ears sound loud the summons that the Foe may hear we wish a Parlee A Parlee sounded Sir Charles Lucas Sir George Lisle Lord-Capell Lord Goring c. appears as upon he Walls Sir Charles Who gives this hasty Summons Fairfax Know Sir the General and the Army rais'd for the preservation of the State of England for to support and vindicate their Priviledges in their Nam that you yeild up your and all are under your with this use Sir Charles Traytor I hold this City chosen and these my loyal valiant survive and rather then with iâ— into the Aâ— Fairf Thou and thy boure such Men as to a hundred and a hondred I do confess thou hast triumph scend unto Helis shades like him but that proves not the thy cause For by the same rule Ottaman may boast The partial Deities favour him the most Rainsborow By that God whom I serve thou traytor Lisle I'll see thee hewen in pieces and thy curst body thrown unto the Dâ—â—â— Sir George A vaunt thou hom-bred Mungrel who art intruth meerly a valiant Voice an hollow Cask in which some rumbling with delights to sport it self Thersitâ—s thus durst menace Agamemnon Know Fellow I have been viciorious even against a multitude have trod the thorny path of cragged War my Body naked and my â—eet unshood have view'd those horrors of a purple neld untroubl'd and untâ—uch'd which but to hear summ'd up would fright thy Coward-Soul from forth her dirty Dog-hole Rainsborow Why spend we time in Dialegue with these Miscreants these cautift Elves who fight for Yoaks and Fetters with as much zeal as half starv'd Wretches beg a boon to sate their hungers and wish profesedly to spend their bloods to please a Tyrants lust Lord Capell Away mechanick Slave whatsaucy Devil prompts thee so to prate when the meanest here thou ought'st to stoop with all obsequious Duty Thou sordid Groom whom of a Skippers-Boy the Westminsterian Rebells made thee their Admiral whom even the dullest Sea-men so despis'd they scorn'd to hale an Anchor at thy bidding and at last tir'd with thy loathed Company intending to have sowz'd thee in the deep mov'd with thy trickling Tears and Pitious plaints set thee on shore to Foot it back 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 Solomon for temperance without Parallel as are his Sufferings and griping Griefs by you base Traytors each day heap'd upon Him having immur'd His Royal Person up in a strong Den fit for untamed Lions banish'd his Loyal Imperial Lady and with Her the Two Eldest of his Issue bereav'd Him of his Navy and Revenue and what e're truth called His know perjur'd Rebells ere this Summer end perhaps e're Sol doth hunt the Nemean Lion 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'll not accept then of our proferr'd Summons or come to composition Lord Goring Compound Confound we may perhaps some Thousands of you Sir Charles I am resolv'd ye Traytors and so I know are my Honoured Friends which is the Sense of all within the Town 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 fails we have Horses many Hundreds of Dogs and Cats even a Multitude Zeno and Chrisippus the two main Pillars of the Stoick Sect pronounce such Meats as useful to Mankind as the best Sheep or neat the Antient Almains held the self-same Doctrine We'll be their Imitators and that you may know 'tis our resolution forsake your Station e're we leave the Walls or the hot Breath that lightens from an Angry Cannons Throat shall try to wast you hence away away we'll meet you in plain Fed. Thou true Jehovah now own thine own Cause Thou know'st we Fight for thee our King and Laws Fair. Draw up our Troops we'll make these Boasters feel The potent Rigour of our strong Edge Steel Alarum excursions a shout within and crying Fair. cum suâ—s Exit Open the Gates On on on Enter Sir Charles Lucas Sir George Lisle and Lord Capel their Party at the other Door Fairfax Ireton Rainsborough with their Party they charge Three to Three while the Soldiers on both sides Encounter the Round heads 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 Rebells with exceeding loss are Fled whom the most Valiant Capel hath in Pursuit see how they scutover the Neighbouring Plains like Flocks of Sheep before an hungry Lion so for the â—uture let Almighty Jove infatuate their proud Hearts with Panick Fear who strike at himself 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 Round-heads lying dead on the ground selves for your Impieties Alas deluded self-destroying Men whose Erring Souls by this winged Hermes hath usher'd unto the depth of Barathrum in blew Flames for evermore to howl Cursing your for your Impieties Oh Erring Vulgar Oh besotted People that take such pains to become Miserable who with the Phrygian Fabulators Dog catch at vain Shadows and lose the substance So the Athenians Courted Thirty Tyrants to be the Party that should gall their Heart-strings and the fond Syracusians laboured sore to have the Dionisii be their Consults Was ever any Nation bless'd with so good a Prince as Charles our King that so opprobriously desserted him Succeeding Ages cannot chuse but say Nations have suffer'd cause their Kings were Ill But Britains Charles his Peoples Sins did Kill But let it hap as God shall appoint if it be written in the Book of Fate the Rebells shall dissolve the English Monarchy with the Life blood 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 Coâ—â—ixt with new and stranger Earth by hard Atchievements and Heroict 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 Unnatural Uncivil War and amongst a Crowd of Warriors find our Names Filed with those that durst pass through all Horrors by Death and Vengeance for their King and Sovereign They may sing Peans to our Valiant Acts And yeild us a kind Plaudit for our Facts Sir George If we defend this Town against the Rebells Fury but One Month longer Hamiltonian
his Temper Pet. Your Love admits of too vast extent I mean can you Affect him so as to admit him to your Bed Mrs. Lamb. St. Winifrid forbid it you know Sir that I have a Lord and Husband a Man made up of Magnanimity whose Love is mixt with an Indulgent Care should he but doubt of such an Injury your Master I my self and all by him suspected had better enter a Phalarian Bull or stand the Thunders shock alas I dare not Pet. These are but Womanish Fears Incident unto all your Sex come you must yeild to Love him how should your Husband know of your Day Banquets your Nightly Revels and sweet Paphian sports He's now in Lancashire Disbanding Troops of Horse or should some Way-ward Fiend convey the Knowledge of your stoln Embraces unto his Jealous Ear my Masters Greatness countermands his Fury circled within his Arms should Heaven Earth and Hell conspire to wrong you 'twere sin to doubt a Danger Consider Lady what a potent Friend what Treasure Honour and content you'll gain if Mundane Glories do Affect you by yeilding Love to him whom other Dames of highest Blood and Fortune would sue for such a Favour Mrs. Lamb. Although my inward Thoughts do tax my Levity yet won with your most sugred Eloquence I here yeild all of mine Lamb. calls his unto your Masters Bosom Crom. I accept it Lady nor shall my most delicious Parragon ever have cause for to Repent Her Favour my self my Sword all under my Command the spoils Enter Cromwell having been seen to peep through the hangings during the Collequie b'twixt Pet. and Mrs. Lambert of Nations all that Earth can boast shall at thy beck be prov'd for to be summon'd Popeâ— like Bath thou thy delicate Body in Asses Milk commixt with Almond Flower with Cleopatra dissolve inestimable precious stones in every Glass or luscious Wine thou drink'st tread thou on Tyrian silks and Ermins skins let Art and Nature both industriously conspire to sate thy lavish Wishes my Treasure is Inexhaustible Three Kingdoms Dear I grasp thus in this Palm their Riches and their Glories all are mine the Goddess of the World my Patroness Fortune hath given all into my Hands as for the Man they call the King he hath not Four and Twenty Hours to Live I h've hir'd a Dapper Lad a Neat-Tongu'd but inexorable Fellow for Fifteen Hundred Pounds to ease Him of the Burthen of His Cares good King he's fitter far to converse with Saints and Seraphims than with Erronious and Ambitious Mortals and 'twere a sin a grand one for to deter the Hopes Celestials have for to enjoy His presence my Bradshaws Brains do Brood and hath discover'd a Line of Law that never yet was talk on which saith If Kings do not obey their Subjects they may chastise them with Imprisonment Banishment or Death with him a Crew whom I have â—ke in pay do sit as Judges to make good this Maxim My Bradshaw is grown Proud of his Great Office I've order'd him for to be Cloath'd in Purple all Heads for to stand bare on every Shoulder when the Lord President for so I have Created him shall be in presence his Co-adjutors all have Honour too and when assembled have no worse a Title then the High Court of Justice These all are sworn for to fulfill my Ends and Doom their King to Die which once perform'd then I am a Lord alone though not a King by Title yet by Power and thou my Dearest shalt share Glories with me thy Lovely Brows deckt with a Coronet of Ophir Gold inchas'd with Onix stones nor do thou dread thy Husbands Anger his open Violence or his Clandestine Plots he is my Vassal meerly at pleasure and if I hear he but Repines at our Embraces I'll spurn his Soul out with my Foot My Hugh this Business was well manag'd thou art a Fluent Orator when Cyprian Venus and her wing'd Son waits at thy Elbow this Service hath oblig'd me more unto thee then all thy former Industries Pet. I am your humblest Creature Crom. But why my dearest Mistress is that Face of yours which even the Gods gaze at with greedy longing obscur'd with sullen Mists What sorrow claims a Superiority o'er your Harmonious Senses Oh let not Care Plow Furrows in that Forehead is now more smooth than Polish'd Ivory or the true Turtles Feather give but your Grief a Name and if it lie in humane Power to ease you resolve a speedy and a pleasing Remedy hasts to your Comfort Mrs. Lamb. Sir can you think my Heart is so Obdurate Or that I can so soon be lost unto a Feminine Temper as not to cogitate with what hasty Rashness I have extinguisht Hymens Tapers which some Hours since Rivald Sols Beams in Lustre with what a forward Zeal I have infring'd my Marriage Vow and given away that which is none of mine Oh Heaven Pet. 'sfoot Sir she's fallen into a Relapse Kiss her Sir quickly or she'll cool so fast and her Heart freeze into so hard a Lump not all your future Courtship or activity shall be of force to melt her to your wishes Crom. How stupid am I in these Amorous Arts Dear Mistress let not Penitential Fancies the spurious Issues of dull Melancholly gain the least Power over your Faculties What can you fear while I dare be your Friend Think on the Glories that I late proposed all which shall be made yours with eminent safety Mrs. Lamb. I shall endeavour Sir to bear my self as her that Loves and Honours you Crom. Now thou sing'st sweetly in a far more Melifluous Tone than Quires of Nightingals and that this Temper never may forsake thee our Time we'll spend in various Delights such as Caligula where he again on Earth would covet to enjoy enter ye Six Prime Westminsterian Senators Musick strike high our Spirits to advance While we do mingle in an Active Dance Enter Six Masquers Habited for Ambition Treason Lust Revenge Perjury Sacriledge Musick they Dance with them joyn Cromwell and Mrs. Lambert Peters singing out last they Dance together by themselves SONG Let these Joys ever be in prime Nought but virture is a crime Maugre the wise Mean men must rise Every Olimpiad of time Tast them boldly terrine pleasures Yours is the Earth and all its Treasures Rifle Plunder And keep all under Let Murmurers wait your leisures Exeunt Masquers Crom. This was perform'd as I would wish now Sweet let's in for to compleat our Happiness and tast those Joys which Jove himself will Envy knowing Agenors Daughter or Calisto Inachian Io or his blasted Semele were not indu'd with Beauty so Immense as thee my dearest Happiness Set on unto the Chamber of delight Do not Dream Lambert thou art Horn'd to Night Excunt Enter Fairf Ireton Rainsb c. Fairf I need not advertise you Col. Rainsborow not to be Implacably severe against the refractory Chomly or when you are sate down before that most impregnable Pontefract-Castle to Storm more oft than