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A51762	Manes presbyteriani, or, The monuments of the Kirk the covenants confession : Argyle's reliques : Guthrey and Giffan's passions : and Gillespy's recantation : all compiled and laid together.	Argyll, Archibald Campbell, Marquis of, 1598-1661.; Gillespie, Patrick, 1617-1675.; Guthrie, James, 1612?-1661.; Giffan, Mr.	1661 (1661)	Wing M421; ESTC R14790	23,220	56

a sound sleep for seven years together as long as the seven Champions of Christendome but when I wak't I was as mad as them raved worse then ever then I had a short nap when the the Rump awoke last and when I started out of that I was in such a maze with my rising glories meer Dreams and Phantasms as I became Phrantick and have Continued so ever since Presb. I dear Child we thought then to have espoused thee and wedded the Kings interest to thine to which purpose we new apparell'd thee reprinted thee and thou thy self wert read in the Church instead of the Baines thy sweet picture placed by his Majesties Arms in sign of Embracing How did I then rejoyce with the Comaedian Omnes omnes bona dicere laudare fortunam meam quae Filiam haberem tali Forma ingenio praeditam but now thy beauty is withered and thou lookest like an ore-ridden whore and I like a careful undone Baud a Shrove-Tuesday Baud. Cov. Mother now you rave pray lay your Head upon sweet Mr. Croftons Cushion that and a little whi●e Ellebore will speedily cure you Oh me oh me what strange Convulsion do I suffer now my under parts begin to torment me Presb. Inded Child I must confess that Cardinal Richlieu had your maiden head when you were tender and it may be he left you the French kindness I did as a Bawd should do I withstood not my Market Cov. Did he never stand in the stool of repentance Presb. No Daughter he left that for you and me Cov. Well what ever it is it afflicts me most acutely when shall I be eased of these pains from top to toe nothing but griefs and malanders certainly I have been the prostitute of every interest for I have a whole Hospital of Aches about me Presb. As I said before you have been over-ridden but I never made but 2 bargains of you that was with the Cardinal and Mr. Pym since that time Oliver with his Sectaries like boisterous Hectors made what use they would of you without contenting me for their pleasure and you took it all in good part Cov. What should I poor thing doe I was made of such a Compliant temper that I could serve any mans lust any designe against Church and State to day I wore this Fucus to morrow that dresse then another paint I pleas'd all parties what mode they liked for their Turn that I was in the shy close Independant the debaucht Atheist made much of me till I began to grow out of date and then my Lovers forsook me and said I was a dissembling paltry baggage so I was forc'd to pack up my moveables with the spoils I had got march after my Comrade Blew-caps under Leshley back aga●n to my nawn Country of Scotland There I continued a good while in some outward esteeme but that did me no good I had no profit by it then as I said I was lullaby'd by Cromwell there for a long time afterwards I dreamt I came to England again with General Monk but it was but a Dream Tresb I staid here in England and truckt under the Sects my very ill neighbours on one side and the Royalists on the other they made me live a rigid mortified life still expecting of you but when the General came hither as you say I dreamt we met him and you together my dear Child but he left you behind him though he promised to send for you with all speed but no such matter Cov. I am sick of the dangerousest disease a relapse I have gone to and fro backward and forward so many times and now at last I am quite tyred I sink and fall and it will be the greater by reason of my advanced hopes in the beginnings of the last change I was clearly on the Devils pinacle had a prospect of Three Kingdomes and no more O lament Mother my sore and grievous Fall Presb. From that height I broke my neck I have been up and down in the world like a Meteor in the Ayre and like a wandring fire end in a blaze Cov. That 's my Comet Fate Presb. Mine is involved in yours Child the soul of Presbytery is the Covenant that 's the ratio Formalis of our Kirk Synods Elders Thou art my Daughter as Pallas was to Jupiter when my brains akt with mischeif Out thou camest from thence with plots and designes ready armed as she with wisdome I could have done nothing without thy help thou wert the Excellency of my strength and must I now be robb'd of thee I see all Superlative births are short lived I may cry out with my dear child Guthrey Ichabod Ichabod Cov. Nay I depart or rather am snatcht from you with all the inglorious circumcumstances that could set me out O burst your hearts with sorrow my dear friends rid your selves out of the way any way rather then endure the Triumphs and insultings of your Enemies Presb. My Neck is broke already I told you my head lops like a gibleted Goose and I droop and disconsolately mourn while the wicked taunt and say thou hast the number of the Beast inscribed on thee being 666. Cov. That 's three times over sick sick sick I am quite spent Presb. I am sure when thou wert young and pretty thou hadst dainty lineaments and features not a line was drawn in thee but had such a strain of zeal and religion that to the devout Puritan and to others not so curiously nice or deep sighted thou seemedst an Angel now they make a Beast of you indeed a burnt offering as they term it making me the Idol to which it is sacrificed Cov. I have endured as much persecution almost as I caused if bitter words could weigh with money pray Mother do you persecute me no longer at second hand let me be quiet Presb. How can I do so I have no Authority Antiquity Fathers or Councils to alledge for me I must make a noise with something that 's equivalent I silenced almost all the Orthodox Ministers in England with but citing you no body durst dispute you you were inviolable Cov. Yes yes the Oxford reasons hit me in the Heele that wound was incurable you never knew how to heal it to this day I went limping ever since and ever since my Parliaments Crutches failed me have been fain to set still no body being willing or able to reply Presb. Yes yes they were sufficiently refuted the reasoners were all turned out and I sat in Cuerpo there and see the sneaking Conformists baiser vostres Mains and adore you Cov. Those compliances or submissions were like the late Addresses and the repute and Honour I had by them was as much as the usurpers got by those but trouble me not now dying and expiring with such vain things Presb. Well I must and am bound to keep you however I will now let you alone Cov. I am troubled at one thing I am afraid I shall be served like

or Times oblivion to blot it out I am not able to make Restitution The Crown and the Mitre will be I hope content with the Reversions Private men must lick the Dishes I carry nothing out of the World with me and yet must leave something behind me A stinking name to posterity That justice that condemned me to this punishment might have been pleased to order a bonefire of all the Presbyterian Books printed from the beginning of the Troubles and its first origine for the Booksellers could have afforded them for wast paper but since they saw it not good I am content with this small rogus I leave all my proselytes and adherers in a sad plight I owe much to them for their ardent affection to me but they have a recompence in their bosome in their very conscience and therefore I am not very solicitous for them If they will still pine and murmur at my usage and do as Children for a play thing or bawble let the Fools even do so I shall not trouble you much longer Mr. Executioner I have been better attended formerly I see none but Boys and Prentices as malicious Persecutors of me as once of Dr. Lamb whom I cheated of their Holydayes and therefore I must addresse my self to them Beware I advise you of keeping your Indentures that 's a sort of Covenant which taken and observed in the strict rigid sense will cause much Tribulation to you You cannot but observe how your Masters are a●flicted by me though taken voluntarily by them pray therefore restrain not any Liberty you can give your selves vow and promise any thing to a Girl but beware of Covenants and Contracts as long as you can be your Masters Oxiliaries One word more to the Publick Faith men I warn them not to trust to any solemn Juramental Engagement 't is all one as to credit a Damme Cavalier It was clearly putting of their money to Interest or the lottery of the Holy Cheat when they advanced such wonderful sums for my Account Nothing was ever lesse meant in this my whole conscientious businesse then repayment and with this I should wish them to be satisfied I have just done for I have no prayers to say the Spirit fails me this is an Extempore punishment I doubt not of nor need I to ask your Curses I believe you are all ready to mount me upwards Executioner stay while I give the sign Dun. I have stayed long enough already I never got any of you within my Clutches I take you for a good handsell h'a done now Cov. So I will let me say these words first Dubium vixi anxium morior nescio quo vadam Dun. You Conjure The signe Cov. When the Presbyterians hold up their right hand again to the most High c. Executioner do your Office The Marquess of ARGYLES Last WILL and TESTAMENT IN the Name of Smectymnnus and Hocus Pocus so be it I Archibald Marquesse of Argyle the Devils Viceroy in the Highlands and the most Sacred Covenants Protomartyr in the Low now a Prisoner in the Toll Booth at Edingborough calling to my mind that my prefixed bargained terme of years is even expired and knowing that all the Town cann't save me Having recollected all my unparalleld Rebellions Treasons Murders Rapine Plunderings Witchcraft Perjury Covetousness and Sacriledge for which I do expect to receive good Wages at the Hands of my Master do make and Ordain this my last Will and Testament in manner and form following First because it is of Form to begin so I believe with Pythagoras that Souls do transmigrate I my self being that very Matchiavil that lived in Florence some Two hundred years since and therefore I will that mine do forthwith after my Dissolution pass into one of his Wild-soule thence into a Soland Goose thence into a Scotch Pedlar thence into a Man whom Lilly by the Stars prognosticated some ages to come to be made a Notorious Cuckold so that by that means it may be be sure at last to come to Heaven Secondly for my Body since the Parliament so detest that horrid Babarisme committed on the Marquesse of Montrose that they think it not fit to retaliate it upon me the prime Author thereof it being at my own disposal I request my Executors hereafter named to see it solemnly interred with the spels of the Directory and laid so shallow that at the next Trump of Sedition it may by the same raise-Devil Directory be conjured up again and meet my exalted Head that Bound mark of Presbytery its ne plus Ultra Hitherto shall you go and no further But I forbid then any such superstitious procession as to my scandal and great offence of the Brethren was used to the gathered reliques of that late loyal Martyr As for my worldly Goods and Estate with which the Covenant that Goddess Diana hath blest me I say to 't Presto Jupiter lightly come lightly go the wicked Cavaleirs will divide the spoile what was got by oppression will be booned way by the Kings liberality had mine been a mean fortune it had not probably met with such Extremes Nevertheless my dear Brethren in affliction I have also a Portion for you as I had Time and Opportunity of getting so I had the wisdome of hiding and concealing and what I thus preserved I give and bequeath in manner following Inprimis for that great Reverence and Religion I owe to the solemn League and Covenant I give a Thousand pounds to the Pastors and Ministers of the Church of Geneva towards the Erecting a Shrine or building a Sanctuary for the Covenant now persecuted and driven out of these three Kingdomes whose sacred ashes if they can be found I will also to be there deposited in a golden Urne to be provided at the charge of my Executors Streightly requiring that no Tapors Lamps Torches Links or other ligh●s be used neer the said shrine or in the said Sanctuary it being Popish Haeretical and impious and most abhominable And I do hereby lovingly request the said Church since our Kirk hath lost its Keyes immediately to excommunicate the London Hangman and all other persons whatsoever who have had any hand in burning or otherwise profaning that most Holy Thing Item I give 2000 l. more for founding a Colledge or Fraternity there to be Christned by the name of the Society of the Covenant and for founding a Covenant Reader in that University hoping that well disposed Presby 〈…〉 ●ill so adde to this foundation that in a short 〈◊〉 may rival for villany with that of the Jesuists Item whereas the sad case of Dr. Burges hath mightily affected the tender bowels of the Sisters who complain there is not a stone by a stone of all his late Purchases particularly the great loss he hath had by the fire of the Covenant in his Deanery of Wells to his utter undoing and for which he is never likely to have a Breif I bequeath to him the sum of Five hundred