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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A89883	The Levellers levell'd. Or, The Independents conspiracie to root out monarchie. An interlude: / vvritten by Mercurius Pragmaticus.	Nedham, Marchamont, 1620-1678.	1647 (1647)	Wing N394; Thomason E419_4; ESTC R202963	10,329	16

The Levellers levell'd OR The Independents Conspiracie to root out Monarchie AN INTERLUDE Written by Mercurius Pragmaticus No King the Levellers do crie Let Charles impeached be And for his conscience let him die When hey boyes up go we Wee 'll have no Ruler Lord or Peere O're us for to command Wee 'l levell all alike we sweare And kill those that withstand Bring forth the King chop off his Head We ne're our wish shall gaine Till we upon his trunk do tread His Blood must wash our staine Roome for these Traitors now they come To act upon the Stage Strike up lowd musick Fife and Drum For Tumults War and Strage Nemo me impunè lacessit Printed in the Yeere 1647. THE PROLOGUE Spoken by Mercurius Pragmaticus I That have lasht base Traytors to the bone Have whipt ambition pride and spared none Plaid the Man-Midwifes part and with my pen Have dig'd the eyes out of rebellions men And with my keen-edg'd Muse gone thorow stitch Squeez'd out the bowells o' th Genevah Witch Have prov'd the monstrous children of the State Ignobly born and illegitimate Now flie and higher pitch and on the Stage Present to view the Monsters of the Age These sonnes of Belial you must onely read And yet this Play was acted once indeed Whether I fall or rise thus I conclude I shall be fam'd above the multitude PERSONS The five Adjutators or Levellers Apostasie Conspiracie Treacherie Democracie Impietie Englands Genius Two Independent Ministers Regicide Patricide Orlotto or Lillie the Almanack-maker Chorus A Souldier A Woman A Servant To my Soveraigne Lord Charles who maugre the fury of the Levellers is yet by the grace of God of England Scotland France and Ireland King and futra for their slanderous imputations Defender of the true ancient catholike and Apostolike Faith c. DRead Lord even the apple of Gods eye Jesses great sonne did tast adversity Though that his Subjects rose not yet his Sonne Stir'd up his people to rebellion And this most damn'd insurre●tion ' gainst thee Is but a second Absalonisme But here 's the difference their base desire Was to inthrone the Sonne divest the Sire But these hell-hounds their utmost doe assay To make both Father and the Sonne away Hiding the face of their most black designe Under a vizard Lustrious and Divine So like the fiend when he appeares to sight Refulgent like an Angell of the light Do they disguise themselves unto the rude And many headed Beast the Multitude Who now have found their errour and repent That ere they trusted to a Parliament But now their hands are ti'd their strengh is gone And they are vassalized every one The knot of the State Mountebankes they curse And of their basenesse make their whole dscourse The names do stinke of Hollis Pym and Strowd And now Give us our King they call aloud But there 's a Remora the pack of traytors A bed of snakes congeal'd the Adjutators Reply you must not yet enjoy that good The earth a second time must drinke their bloud We will be Kings which we shall never be Lest CHARLES be sent unto Eternitie Therefore upon the eleventh of November He breathes his last an Independent member Shall cut his thread of life in twaine t is well This good we owe to Peters and to Dell. But thou our dearest Lord hast scap'd the net The which those bloudy huntsmen for thee set And forc'd for safety to withdraw a while Into a nooke of thy divided Isle Live there and see thine enemies to fall By their owne Engine and mean time we all Will pray to thy preserver to possesse Thy Royall soule with peace and happinesse So prayes your Majesties most humble and dutifull Subject Mercurius Pragmaticus The Levellers level'd Or The Jndpendents Conspiracie to root out Monarchie Act 1. Scene 1. Confused Musick Enter Englands Genius WOe is me where shall I seek for safety the murmuring Drums and brazen Trumpets deafe my eares nothing is heard but shreikes of murdered men Bellona rides in triumph ore dead men her horses wash their feet in humane bloud rebellious hands are every where imployed to root out Loyalty harke me thinkes I see them grapple hand to hand and are now in the field Where Lightning raiseth it selfe to the Skies The earth shines round with Armour sounds doe rise By men forc'd under feet wounded with noise The hills to heaven reverberate their voice Into what nook or angle shall I fly to gain a little respite Curst be the traytors that cry out no Peace let Sampsons tailed messengers beare hence these fatall Fire-brands to some other soile or let them make their way to their owne houses there consume devast their houses and their granaries let all their sonnes run mad and trace the streets like frantick Bacchanalls and while they there seek for refuge be cut of by the all devouring sword Let them be slaves and labour at the mill and let their wives and daughters beg let them be ravisht first then slain Let basenesse be intaild upon their name too firme for all recovery these are the Devills that do grin at Heaven and jeer all Lawes both Morall and Divine The red and white Rose strove for Soveraignty but these contest to set up Anarchy confusion and the worst of ills that Envy can imagine thunder great Jove upon these traytors heads that like curst Lucifer and his rebell troops dare bid defiance to thy face While I into some hollow cave do run And curse the hell-hounds that this warr begun Drum within beating a March. Exit Genius Enter Apostasie Treachery Conspiracie Democracie Impiety Apo. Stand. Trech Give the word there Consp Stand. Apo. Thus far we are victorious my Cohorts crown we our heads now with triumphant Bayes for England now is ours Couragious Rupert Hopton Glemham and the rest we have brought to the ground we have not left a loyall Dog alive all 's ours all 's ours those fooles that say I am apostated from my first principles know not what honour meanes or what 't is to be great I le sell my King my Countrey and my soule To be one of those rule without controule Trech And would the Sophies of the State not tremble were but our brests transparent they might view their pictures stab'd with ponyards and each killing a Member in his heart Can they imagine those that have rebell'd against their Soveraigne for ambitious ends will yeeld them homage no they were the stone that pasht K. Charles to peeces and with the same wee 'l grinde them unto powder Me thinks I see them tottering on their seats now that our hands are shrunk from their supportance sink till you see hells bottome while we rise high in honours compassed with pleasures who 'd care to see the world burn round about him Con. Which to effect 't were best we strengthned our designe by entring into solemne covenant here 's Catalines Effigie if you intend to prosecute your wishes through blood