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Mercurius Britanicus his vvelcome to Hell: vvith the Devills blessing to Britanicus.
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Wortley, Francis, Sir, 1591-1652.
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1647
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Wing W3641; Thomason E378_5; ESTC R201375
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and th' Easterne China Wee 'l have Tobacco rare and right Varina For 't were a shame to us it should be spoke That we should keep a colefire without smoke Thus shalt thou no good entertainment lack And brave Guy Faux with famous Ravilliack Shall wait on thee from boord unto thy bed And each of them shall be thy Ganimed Yet all thy cheare I have not nam'd by halfe I will give order to kill Walthams calfe 'T is a most curious dish his head and braines Will fill thee full of raptures and high straines We will have Tanzeyes made with herbes and spices Of Mandrake and the eggs of Cockatrices Then to conclude we will drink healths around Which shall in loyall royall blood be crown'd And Wee 'l have shoinghornes to draw down drink Beyond salt Herrins or th' Westphalian skink As drunk as Devills we my boy will be Wee 'l quaffe whole bolls of molten lead to thee Then shalt thou see what honor shall be done To thee whom I adopt my dearest sonne THE Devills Blessing TO BRITANICUS HElls blessing on thee my blasphemous sonne Thou hast thy brother Rabsheka out-done Shimei's a very foole compar'd to thee Thou every weeke writ'st higher blasphemie Korah's gain-saying if compar'd to thine Was petty-Treason thou in every line Out-viest all these thou bravely plaid'st thy part And in our service shew'dst a loyall heart All I can promise is when thou shalt come Thou shalt be glorious for thy Martyrdome Nay thou shalt set thy house in order too And in thy death Achitophell out-do Thou fill'dst with mischiefes many thousand pates Thou mad'st a hundred thousand Reprobates Thou taught'st the people better to blaspheme I furnish'd thee with every straine and streame Of villany which thou didst so improve That thou for ever hast deserv'd my love And therefore in thy death thou shalt excell That great grave Councellor Achitophell And all the rest of such as liv'd before Since thou for us deere son hast done much more Vicisti Gallilea thou shalt cry As Julian did and cast thy bloud on high Or thou shalt die like Arrius who withstood The Nazarite voyding both guts and blood In the mean space remember me to all My friends particular and generall To Henry Walker I beare much affection Hee 's red-hair'd of Iscariots right complexion Like Sheba Bichri's son he did rebell And cri'd out to your tents O Israel He was an Ironmonger at first and then He turn'd Bookseller after that his pen Libell'd against the King and did incroach So neare him that he threw 't into his Coach For which he should have gone to th' Triple-Tree But pity and the Kings high clemencie Wrote to the Parliament that they should spare him Whose power unto the Pillorie did rear him Since when to shew his humble thanks the more Reviles the King worse then he did before Writes weekly Newes and lies egregiously And oftentimes doth preach most grievously For which I will prefer him unto thee When thou com'st he shall then thy Chaplain be He shall thy solemne Funerall Sermon preach My spirit shall instruct him how to teach And he shall write in mournfull Elegies In sad memoriall of thy Obsequies Then my sons Sectaries with their zealous lasses And all the learn'd Mercurius Owly-Glasses Shall with great griefe be in a sad quandarie And mourne in Claret burnt and sweet Canarie Then will we have for thee an Epitaph Which who e're reads perhaps 't will make him laugh Epitaph HEre lies Britannicus Hell's barking cur That son of Beliall who kept damned stir And every Munday spent his stocke of spleen In venemous railing on the King and Queen Who though they both in goodnesse may forgive him Yet for his safety wee 'l in hell riceive him FINIS Printed in the Yeare 1647.