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A86261	November the 5. 1605. The quintessence of cruelty, or, master-peice of treachery, the Popish pouder-plot, invented by hellish-malice, prevented by heavenly-mercy. / Truly related, and from the Latine of the learned, religious, and reverend Dr. Herring, translated and very much dilated. By John Vicars.; Pietas pontificia. English.	Herring, Francis, d. 1628.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1641 (1641)	Wing H1602; Thomason E1100_1; ESTC R203901	60,311	138

true prediction Of Babels bane of Roms proud Whores conviction This age in Gods due time to passe may bring This conquest great Lord grant unto our King Whose life as 't is most precious in thy sight So let thy glory shine in his great might To propagate and farther to extend The Gospels glorious Sun-shine and to bend His utmost wisedome to discern and hate The fly and secret foes of Church and State To love the good the haughty to suppresse To maintain vertue beat-down wickednesse That Justice like a river with swift source May flow with streams of uncorrupted course Through all the kingdome that in peace he may This noble Realme with grace and glory sway That all the Nobles and right noble-Peers Whose hearts this thy great love and mercy cheers The most illustrious Senate of this Land May feare thy name and Gospels foes withstand And for so great so good deserts so free So blest deliverance life and liberty Grant from that sacred-house such laws divine May be establisht and perform'd in fine As may redoun'd to th' honour joy and health Of King subjects Church Common-wealth That these most cruell cursed Canaanites These sons of Edom Churches Ismaelites The props and pillars of that shamelesse-whore Who even as sheep to die had mark'd us o're May be cut-off from mongst us which so long Have wrought sought our peace to break wrong Which like inhumane barbarous Paracides Like cursed Canibals vile homicides Would cut their Parents throat their Country dear With one-fierce blow to make their passage clear Who plot and practise guiltlesse-blood to spill Teaching as most true doctrine Kings to kill Delighting most in rapine theft and lyes Forbidding marriage not adulteries Yea incest and such other sins of shame They sleight esteem which Christians should not name Whose Pope and holy Priest-hood for their gain Their odious Stews in publick do maintain Most impudently counting it no shame A yearly tribute for such cause to claim Whose practise is to couzen and dissemble Whose blasphemies do make the godly tremble Who do by grounds of their Religion hold That which nor Turks nor Jews nor Pagans bold Nor any other Hereticks what-ere Nor those of Calycut which serve and feare The Divell to kill their King ô most notorious For conscience-sake and say t is meritorious Who mingle with Gods word yea do prefer Their own traditions causing men to erre Using abusing Scripture as they lust And do esteem the same a thing most just Teaching for truths the dreams of filthy Fryers Slandring Gods word like most nefarious lyers Who both the laws of God and man abuse The Turks I say more vilenes scarce can use Breaking the bands of blest humanity Of serious vows and hospitality Savage Assyria surely never saw Th' impieties which Rome maintains by law O why then favour we these poysonous snakes With whom what Realm or people long partakes In which Romes furious fangs are not discride Who are not curb'd and crusht by Romish-pride O if we will persist them still to spare Let 's blame our-selves if we fall in their snare Thee thee ô England I may happy call Thou little-isle whom father Neptunes wall And mighty arms embrace I past all doubt May term thee happiest all the world throughout If thou didst truly know thy blest estate Or heavens rich mercies would'st commemorate If in the tables of a thankfull heart Thou wouldst imprint Gods love to all impart By registers of never-ending dayes The endlesse matchlesse due deserved praise Of thy ay-living all-good-giving King Who still doth fill thy heart with each good thing O say how oft and from what great assaults Wch were brought on thee for thy grievous faults Hath heavens free-grace most safely thee protected God in his mercy having thee respected And when thou wast in dangers almost drown'd Thy proud prefumptuous foes he did confound Witnesse that grand-assault in eighty-eight When faithlesse Spain with impious pride and hate Insulting and consulting vaunting loud Thy fearfull finall fatall woe had vow'd And his great madnes to that passe had brought That English-seas with Spanish-ships were fraught But how did God maugre their might and spight Make windes and Seas and all for thee to fight Wracking their Ships chaining their Princes great Swallowing the rest in Seas for fishes meat How hath the Lord other great mercies shown Calming uncivill-civill discords grown In this thy Realm in former dayes of old Which oft were raised by thy Barons bold How did the Lord in blest Eliza's dayes To his eternall glory and just praise Beside that eighty-eights great victory Redeem thy crown and state from jeopardy Of many private Popish-treacheries Which by their agents Rome did still devise Against the Person of that Peerlesse-Queen Whose equall hardly all the world hath seen How did thy God watch over her for good And nip those traitors hopes even in the bud Lopping their sprigs cropping them in the floure That they could nere take root nor raging-power How often hath the Lord from thee with-held His all-devouring plagues wch would have quel'd And quencht the glory of abused-peace When God had fild thy heart with joyes encrease And though thy sins and grosse ingratitude Did make thee taste the sharp amaritude Of a late furious raging pestilence Which with most deplorable vehemence Devoured rich and poore made desolate Thy houses Churches streets in wofull state Without respect of simple or of sage Of Cottage or of Palace sex or age Yet ô yet with what wondrous admiration Did thy great Lord on thy humiliation Most strangely and most sodainly command His Angell to with-draw his wounding-hand And in a moment as it were to cease Thy weekly thousands to a cleare decrease How oft I say hath thy Almighty God With-held the fangs of famines pinching-rod By parching drought or by immoderate rain To break thy staff of bread in corn and grain Instead wherof how doth thy land still flow With milk and honey How fair doth it show With peace and plenties blessed harmony With every mercies sweet variety Like fertile Canaan no land ere did find Dame Natures bounty in like copious kind Thus thou ô England justly seem'st to be A pleasant Paradise wherin's the Tree Of knowledge wherwith thou art most indu'd Another world all things a fresh renew'd A Land I say which doth all nations passe As farre as christall does thick-spotted-glasse And yet to make thy glory more compleat The Lord hath given thee Manna angels meat The glorious Sun-shine of his word divine Thy blisse and blessednesse more cleare to shine The everlasting Gospell spring of grace The precious pearl which wisdom doth purchase Thus is thy Land the Land of Goshen right Both for the Gospels power and purenesse bright Do but compare this thy felicity With other Nations foggy misery Who stifled are as t were in piteous case With cloudy ignorance and errour base

Living alas in beast-like wretchednesse As in the shade of death most comfortlesse Without the knowledge of or Christ or God Without whose knowledge al 's a dirty-clod Worshipping for the glorious Lord most high Vnto their souls eternall misery Dumb-idols rotten-timber mettals vile Farre fitter under-foot to tread and spoyle Again to make thee yet and yet more blest To make thy lustre shine past all the rest Hath not the Lord in thee most richly placed The light of justice wherwith thou art graced Wherby thy peoples houses Castles are Themselvs their states freed from offensive care Of wrong or robb'ry Thus thy beauty shines Whiles all-men sit in peace under their vines But of all temp'rall blessings under heaven Which ever were to any Nation given The power and praise of God most to advance All come most short of this Deliverance This monstrous matchlesse Popish pouder-treason Beyond the power of former reach or reason This Quintessence of barbarous treachery Transcendeth all of past antiquity And cannot these sweet mercies manifold Thy heart with cords of gratitude with-hold From sinning 'gainst thy God him to provoke To smite thee deeplier with some heavier stroke Yea canst thou England canst thou possibly Be so orewhelmed in stupidity So sottish senslesse impiously ingrate As to forget or to obliterate Out of thy thankefull-heart the odious smell Of this projected pouder-smoake of hell So long as ever thou a Kingdome art O do it not least heaven doth make thee smart By some as strange a plague if it may be When he such grosse ingratitude shall see But rather all thy power and parts imploy To evidence thy hearts triumphing joy To blesse thy God for this thy new-Salvation To keep That-day with endlesse recordation Christ freed thy soul from hell-fire and this fire Than any other flame to hels came nigher That-day which they Britans black-day would see Novembers 5. Britans bright-day shall be The day was Tewsday but by Popish-spight Papists Ashwednesday it had bin more right For ever then fell Popelings howle lament Your Romish Pouder-pieties intent For all the Oceans-floods will nere make clean Perfidious Rome thy knavish-sincke obscene Englands Transalpinated Papistry Hath often wrought blood-smearing cruelty Bred our Transmarine-Travellers light mind Then let them be by law t' our homes confin'd For as was said This detestable fact Was counsel'd courag'd by the Popes compact For He that bids doe what 's so ill-done He Must stay the worke or els Its authour be Had he not cast Paternall-care from 's heart He 'd nere have plaid such a Step-fathers part Who from his Bubble-bellowing Buls belcht-out All 's Caco-curses hellish-broyles about Saying thus let one-day all great Britane make One-grave whose name in future daies shall slake Vices Vice-roy or vice it selfe is He Who Peters-chaire soyls with such villany Forget not then I say but ever hate Romes Pope and Papists foes to Church and State Who in their calmest-case do but couch-low To watch advantage for a deadlier blow Hugg not such vipers in your bosomes then Foster not festring Snakes in shapes of men Within your houses much lesse in your hearts By loving liking pleading on their parts Least thus you more than seem most gracelesse sots Hankering after Aegypts foule flesh-pots By temporizing tricks backsliding wayes Till Gods fierce wrath you thus against us raise Let us take heed we surfet not in store And turning grace to wantonnesse grow poor Poor in our souls barren in piety And so be made the maps of misery Be not more blind than Earth-devouring Moles Who love to grovell under-ground in holes Or so unthankfull as the sottish Swine Who eat up Acorns but ne're cast their ey'ne Up to the Oake from whence they to him fell Who thus their Swinish-nature plainly tell So do not thou thy brutish-heart declare Receive not blessings but with gratefull care To retribute unto thy God above According to his great redundant love Shake-off shake-off and shun such brutishnesse With thankfull heart acknowledge and confesse The most admired least deserved favour Of thy so gracious God so sweet a Saviour Who plenteously replenisheth and fils Thy soul with blessings Nectar-drops distils Of favours of his left and his right-hand On soule and body and doth guardian stand Still to refell repell the dangers great Wch thy worst foes could menace work or threat Snatching the prey out of their hungry jaws Recovering it from their most bloudy claws Thrusting them headlong into their own pit Breaking their teeth wherwith they would have bit Nay utterly have swallowed at one meale Our Kingdom King Peers Prophets Common-weal Wch thee with amiable-peace hath blest Such as our Predecessours nere possest And such I fear as our Posterity Are never like to see and taste and try Yea God alone hath given us this great rest His liberall-love these mercies hath exprest That God I say whose majesty and might Whose greatnesse goodnesse justice most upright The heavens the earth deep seas works of wōder Rain hail frost snow loud winds lightning thunder Do mightily shew-forth tell and declare What Heathen-god with thy God can compare He is thy Saviour Sun and Shield most strong To whom doth all true praise and laud belong Both for thy being and thy best-estate Whose tender mercies most compassionate Whose patience power and pitty infinite All people shall to future times recite O let us then ô let us never cease On trumpets loud to make his praise increase In heart and voyce his mercies to record By Hymns and Psalms to laud the living Lord To sound his fame unto the Indian-coasts To those whose clime continuall-Sommer rosts Let Phoebus first leave-off his annuall race Let Phoebe want her monthly-borrowed grace Let Neptune stop the Oceans billowing source Let nature want in all things wonted course Yea Lord then let us cease to be I pray When in oblivion we this mercy lay But doubtlesse if this duty we neglect The Lord most justly will this sin correct And on our heads his heavy hand will fall And turn our hony into bitterest gall Nothing the Lord can worse endure or hate Than thanklesse persons and a mind ingrate The husbandman that sows most plenteously The greater Harvest hopes in equity The land wch nought but thorns thistles yeelds Though well manur'd no man regards such fields Since God hath given he looketh to receive O let 's take heed how we our duty leave Did God with grievous punishments afflict His holy-off-spring when they did addict And give themselves to vanity and lust And him that fed them so forget distrust Abusing his most gracious clemency His patience love and longanimity If he did his peculiar-people ' stroy Who first his laws and worship did enjoy If thus for their ingratitude it far'd If they were smitten and might not be spar'd Alas what madnesse should us Gentiles move To thinke that God of us will more approve And since

doth refuse our yoake and usurpation O are not these foule broods of vipers vile And Pluto's Locusts full of fraud and guile Yea are they not the very spawn of Hell The furies of Avernus fierce and fell Satan their fathers foot-steps imitating By sword and fire fair vertue ruinating From whose most damned counsell and consent They spider-like this Stygian-poyson vent Which treacherous Faux that vessell full of vice To us to minister they did intice Doubtlesse the Divell was not a little glad That he that Popish-prey and purchase had For to those Romish friends might Pluto say As they with him in Tartars flashings lay You see brave friends th' effect of our intentions Hels secrets hidden counsels strange inventions Wch though they have not wrought as we intended Yet are they not with this plot wholly ended Indeed I must confesse we did expect A greater harvest and more full effect Of our designes But this shall now suffice ●ntill we can procure a * richer prize For yet we hope fortune hereafter may Grant us a time more mischief to display And to the full our counsels to contrive To make our stratagems more fairly thrive Nor shall this fact our counsels quite deny Our future hopes Hell is not yet drawn-dry Our coffers are not empty yet indeed This last did all our others farre exceed Which after-times may taste-of to their pain As fast as we can grace and favour gain With our choice * friends in Court Romes champions bold For these are they wch all our hopes uphold This said fly Satan those his agents all Leaves to themselves in sense of endlesse thrall The customary practise of the Divell Who when he hath suggested men to evill First makes them sin and when they are to die Comfortlesse leaves them in their misery Voyd of all help full of disconsolation Headlong to tumble into dire damnation Mark this ô ye whose hearts with deep devotion Are so bewitch'd with Circes poysonous potion With love of Romes great whore recall recall Your understanding from her divellish thrall Abjure that Doctrine cease to call them blest In whom such maps of mischief are exprest Learn with relenting tears repenting heart From Romes false jugling Jebusites to part Those subtill Syrens from you to repell Those impious Amorites Magogs of hell O take unto you Christs collyrium sweet And you shall see how they from truth do fleet Yea you shall then perspicuously perceive How they sound faith do hate and wholly leave How they true saving knowledge paths pervert How they Gods Saints with malice do begirt Assaulting them with mischief and despight Yet shall the just prevail and stand upright For why both Christ and all the heavenly hoast Do fight for them wherof they well may boast Yea from the stars according to their kind They day night do sweet protection find O why doth man then Christs true Church disturb Since heaven resists him and his wrath doth curb O thou great guider of the heavens high Who by thy thunder dost All terrifie Almighty ruler of the earth below In promise just to anger very slow O how can we sufficiently recount Thy condign-praise which doth the heavens surmount Thou didst us save from slaughtring sword and fire From those which 'gainst thy laws our lives conspire From miserable massacre and death Thou only Sions-Saviour gav'st us breath And as from teeth of greedy savage Bears Did'st us recover and redeem from fears Thou only-thou by power of thy right hand Didst for us most unworthy wretches stand And our poor silly sinfull souls preserve Even then when we from thee by sin did swerve We though thy foes yet did thy mercy finde Thou wast most courteous when we were unkind Though we alas daily delight in sin Endangering heavens losse our lusts to win Quenching thy Spirit in us fostring the flesh Like dogs to vomit sinning still a fresh Contemning thy behests and holy name Using thy Saints with scornfull scoffs and shame Choosing the wrong forsaking the right way Blindly persisting when we go astray Lab'ring to please our selvs though displease thee Thinking to live as Saints yet goodnesse flee Neglecting thee and thine preferring more Our profit pleasure thy sweet grace before O let thy grace our gracelesse hearts revive O let us not still live as dead alive Sleeping in sin fearlesse of sins great feares O turn our eyes into a spring of tears O give us grace the old-man to forsake And with true-faith fast-hold on Christ to take Illuminate the blindnesse of our heart And grant dear father though not for desert That we may see the ill that we have done With tears it seen we may desire to shun And with incessant sighes and groaning grief Give grace to wail our wants and find relief Yea feed us Lord with heavenly manna sweet Thy sacred word ô guide our wandring feet To tread the paths which lead to lasting pleasure To which all other best terrestriall treasure Is but dry mosse and drosse foule dirt and clay Vain butter-flies for fooles or childrens play O lift our souls our heaven-born souls more high To seek their riches in Heavens-treasury That as Christs name with tongue we do professe So by our works we may our faith expresse The year preceding this was fatall found When a great-plagne infectiously did wound Full many a thousand of our brethren deare And next this pouder-plot we scap'd most neer For thy strong-hand ô Lord the slaughtering blade Did back retort and those our foes dismaid These things good God do plainly testifie That we have much provok'd thy clemency That our great sins have highly thee displeas'd And yet how quickly is thy wrath appeas'd Thou shew'st thy rod and mildly dost it shake That we might see thy grace and sin forsake And as a mother chastizing her childe Deals with it in affection sweet and milde Lothly lifts up her hand soone lets it fall And presently her anger doth recall Even so ô Lord most like a Parent kind Do we thy love and tender mercies find But if nor words nor warnings will reclaim us Thy punishment great God will justly tame us And doubtlesse though the Lord to wrath be slow Yet if too-far provok'd he down will throw The viols of his wrath his ire will burn Against the wicked which will not return From vanity like stubble in the field They shall consume and to his judgements yeeld Then let us ô let us with speciall care Learn both to love and feare God and declare The Gospels fruits in our lives reformation And by the Lords so frequent exhortation T'abhominate proud Babell just mens foe That Seat of Antichrist where sin doth flow The very basis of impiety The cage of unclean-birds of villany Of which I may affirm and justly hold That though thou hadst Alcides courage bold Thou couldst not cleanse Romes sin-polluted-hals More foule by farr than foule Augea's stalls That so that ancient Prophets

November the 5 1605. THE QVINTESSENCE OF CRVELTY OR MASTER-PEICE OF TREACHERY THE POPISH POUDER-PLOT Invented by Hellish-Malice Prevented by Heavenly-mercy Truly related and from the Latine of the Learned Religious and Reverend Dr. HERRING translated and very much dilated By JOHN VICARS Sonne of man write the name of the day even of this same day wherin the King of Babylon set himselfe against Jerusalem This same Day EZEK. 24. 2. LONDON Printed by G. M for R. Harford at the signe of the guilt Bible in Queens-head-ally in Pater-noster-row 1641. SEe here the Popish Pouder-plots fair thriving Fauks and his Father-Satan fit contriving The fatall-Instruments to puffe and blow Hell out of Earth a State to over-throw At Once for All But here behold likewise Heavens All-seeing-Eye which deepest-pits espies This desperate Worke of Darknesse sees most clear And timely makes the mischiefe All appeare To Israels blessed Shepheards endlesse glory As is full-shown in this succeeding Story To all loyall-hearted English Protestants which sincerely relish the power and purity of CHRISTS GOSPELL and zealously detest the damnable doctrines of Antichrist J. V. wisheth the blessings of GODS right hand and of his left the blessings of this life and of the life to come THe richest rarest mercies daily sent Right Christian brethren to us of this land From Gods ore-flowing grace al-filling hand May be compar'd to th' Sun in firmament Whose glorious rayes all creatures hearts revive Whose light enlightens all the world throughout Whose heat doth cherish plants that spring and sprout Whose shine to want doth us of ioy deprive Yet since so daily man doth it enjoy Who is 't almost that valews it aright Who yeelds due praise to heaven for heavens sweet light O few or none Abundance does us cloy From whence we therefore iustly may conclude That Gods rich mercies which we oft possesse Wherwith he daily hourly doth us blesse We all receive with great ingratitude I need not stand t' exemplifie the same It is a fault too frequent too rank grown And yet to God more odious ther 's not one And which to Christians brings more smart and shame Of spirituall-blessings our thrice blest Salvation Wrought by our Saviour bought with 's precious-blood Was most divine gave man his chiefest good Was more admir'd than was the worlds Creation But of all temp'rall-blessings we enioy'd Since God did form the Earth and heavenly frame To our deliverance never greater came When Rome by pouder would have us destroy'd How thankfull for the first to God we are I 'll tax nones conscience but examine mine But for the second how we doe decline From giving thanks to God I may not spare To tell you all my Christian brethren deare That which if I should silence sencelesse stones T is to be fe●r'd would sound with mournfull groans Englands ingratitude is too-too cleare For why not only Popish Jebusites Already do begin as plain appeares To buze with brazen browes into the ears And mindes of their seduced proselytes Yea and perswade too-many Protestants That there was never any pouder-plot But that we falsly stain them with that spot The Cath'likes to disgrace with c●uslesse taunts For this cause therfore I have ta'ne in hand Again to sing to Gods due praise and glory In this revived and most faithfull Story How powerfully God to our Church did stand Which now at last though with much strugling I By Gods aid in our pious Parliament Have brought to publike view thus to prevent Our times dough * Bakers base malignity Who heated had their Oven extremely hot To burn-up in Oblivions smoakey-flame The memory to our eternall shame Of this nefarious Popish Pouder-Plot And 'gainst which though some temporizing-minde May scoffe and scorn in this my good intention Though from Romes favorites nought but reprehension And taunting termes I shall uniustly finde Though Rome doth curse me with bell book and candle And like a gal'd-backt-iade doth kick and winch Yet I their sores have laboured so to pinch As in their nature iustly them to handle But if to you my brethren deare I may For my poore labour kindly be respected And from calumniators fangs protected I shall acknowledge this a rich repay If I hereby may move and stimulate Your Christian hearts to zealous detestation Of Romes most impious foule abhomination And heavens rich mercies oft to ruminate Chiefly the great miraculous defence From this nefarious pouder-plot of Rome Wherin our King and Kingdomes they did doome To dire destruction fatall violence Then happy I maugre Romes worst despight That God hereby may have due thanks and praise That this occasion may mens hearts incite This fact with fame to memorize alwayes Read then kinde Reader what 's amisse amend And kindly take the good-will of thy friend JOHN VICARS To his very good Cousin M. JOHN VICARS on his decasyllables a Decastich THree mercies great proper to this our State My tongue with praise to God shall still relate a Salvation from Romes tyranny and band b Safeguard from Spaniards proud insulting hand c Saf'ty from Popish-pouder-plots and trains O! this deserves if any heavenly strains Such strains are thine thus streaming from thy quill Which fain applaud I would but want the skill But what I want in skill to praise thy parts Shall be suppli'd by all true English hearts THOMAS VICARS olim Reginensis Oxon. The same hand upon second thoughts writeth his symphony with the pious Author of this perpetuall monument of Gods mercy in our manifold and miraculous Deliverances from Popish machinations To the READERS VVhat mischiefs to this Church state The Pope and Popelings wrought In former times and later dayes Our men to light have brought How GOD defeated all their plots And counsels vain detected Here in this lasting-Monument Of praise to GOD erected You have to th' life in briefe set-down The just and true relation And then to lay it to our hearts Some morall observation What feares within what foes without What death what danger fell Did ever vexus but it came By Rome and Spain from Hell Rome thou art drunke with blood in vaine Thou Serpent-like dost rage Against the holy-Seed which stand Most firme in every age Thy water-forces in the Fleet Thy pouder-plot in fire Wherby thou ment'st in pride on us To teem-out all thine ire The Lord from Heaven scatter'd to smoake And did thy deeds deride And made the actours mocking stocks Throughout the world so wide Thus we through fire and water went For GOD was with us still He fought our battles sav'd our lives And did our hopes fullfill The Lord of Hoasts of Israel For ever more doth raign From time to time from tide to tide His praise shall aye remain Sic concinit T. V. S. T. B. A Friend at a stand at his Friends Worke VVHo reads this work aread my wonder tell What skill to verse a fact so ill so well Aliàs The placet of his friends

cellar 41. Armado in 88. 87. The Attempt of Grant a Traitor 63. B BArons warres 87. Bloody-builders of a bloudy Church 11. C CAtesby and others sit to plot a Treason 10. Catesby the inventer of this pouder Plot 12. Catesbies project approved by all 14. Catesby adviseth with Garnet 16. Catesby and Percy bring news to the other Traitors of the plots discovery 58. Catesby Percy and Winter fight all 3 together 72. Catesbies and Percies heads set on the Parliament house 74. A Cellar hyred 23. City of Coventry 65. Consultation about the Kings Children 24. A Country-man suspects the Traitours in their hunting 55. Coventry comforts the young Lady Elizabeth 66. Court-traitors most dangerous 81. D DEes five 98. Description of the plots effects had it taken 26 Discovery of the pouder 41. The Divels speech to the Traitors in Hell 80. Description of the Hunt 54. Divers treasons projected 12. Dun-church-Heath 53. E ENcouragements to Papists to the Treason 11. Sr. Everard Digbies bounty towards the work of this Treason 23. Sr. Everard Digby a chief hunter 57. Empedocles described and alluded to 77. England the Land-mark of Gods mercies 86. England like Canaan 88. Equivocation 100. Exhortation to give all praise to God alone 92. F FAmine 88. Faux the chief actor of this Treason 5. Faux sent to the Pope 21. Faux returns home 22. Faux is imprisoned 46. Faux sent to the Tower 47. Faux frighted with the rack 47. A Fore-running judgement 69. A Fight pell-mell 71. Sr. Fulk Grevill 64. G GArnet and Gerard two Priests 14. Garnets answer to Catesby 18. Garnets simile 19. Garnets Doctrine compared with Christs 20. Garnets opinion confirmes the plot 21. Garnets opinion of themselves 60. God speaks to his Angell 31. Greenwell the Priests resolution 60. Gun-pouder 13. H HAll a Jesuite startled 60. Halls divellish change and judgement on the fact 62. Lord Harrington 65. A holy Hunt 54. I IEsuites impudency 61. Impossibility to escape the blow 45. Impudency of Faux 42. Impudency of Faux at the Court being examined 46. Ingratitude of England 90. Introduction to the plots discovery 31. Justice 89. K KIng James succeeds Qu. Elizabeth in peace 9. King James interprets the Letters oenigma 38 39 Sr. Thomas Knevet sent to search 39. The Kings-evill 101. L LOndons misery 30. The Letter 34. Littletons house the Traitors refuge 67. A Lie 61. M MArtyres of Rome 63. Manna 89. Motives foure to plot a treason 10. Lord Mounteagle 33. Mounteagle goes to Court with the Letter 37. Mounteagles serving-man 34. N NEroes wish 29. Nocents and Innocents 17. November the 5t 25. O OAth for secrecy and constancy in the plot 15. Oration of Percy to his fellow Traitors 59. Observation remarkable 78. P PArliament-House 13. Parliament-House undermined 22. Parliament-House 33. Percy and Catesby staied about Westminster to heare the event of things 53. Percy and Catesby slain 72. Perillus the Engineer 71. Pestilence 1628. 88. Pope and Divell Treasons Parents 5. Provision of pouder and fatall instruments 25. Prayer for the King and State 84. Puritans falsly to be accused as the traitors 50 51 52 Q QVeene ELIZABETHS death 8. R REbellion attempted by the traitors 60. Recapitulation of Romes abhominations 85. Report of the treason is spread abroad 46. Return of thanks to God our sole deliverer 82. Remorse seeming in the traitors 70. Rookwood and Winter are shot 71. S SAcrament taken by the conspirators 15. Search made 39. Simile 28. Simile 72. Simile 83. Spanish king plotted withall in this Treason 9. Spanish king refuseth to ayd the traitors 9. A Stone-wall hinders the traitors worke 22. Supposition of the deed done 30. Suspition of the Hunters by a friend 56. A Smith smites Winter the Traitor 64. The Steed being stoln shut the stable-doore 63. T TReason was the Popes first-born Son 2. Tressams perjury 49. The Traitors hunt Religion 57. The Traitors amazed to heare the Plot was discovered 58. A Tray of pouder fired among the Traitors 69. The Traitors grow desperate 71 The Traitors apprehended 73. The Traitors convayed to London 73. The Traitors arraigned 73. Treason against Queene Elizabeth 87. V Sr. Rich: Verney high-Shrieve 64. W Sir Rich Walsh besiegeth the traitors 68. Winter sent into Spain to plot treason against Qu. Elizabeth 7. Winter and Faux talk in the Tower 48. Winters dream 69 Wrights both are slain 71. Winter wounded in the belly 73. FINIS To my worthy Friend Mr. IOHN VICARS SIR I Have here sent you a true relation most faithfully delivered as I received it from our deare deceased friend M. Clement Cotton the Authour and Composer of the Concordance of the Bible which is this Lewis Pickering Esquier of Tits-marsh-grove in the County of North-hampton a Gentleman of an ancient and most noble Family as being alied to Queene ELIZABETH by her mothers side and was the secondman that brought newes to King JAMES into Scotland of Queene ELIZABETHS death and was afterward sworne his Servant This Gentleman had a Sister that was married to Keyes one of the Popish Conspiratours whereby there could not choose but be much familiarity betweene them By which Keyes most divellish contrivement that hellish plot had it taken effect should have beene translated from the Papists to the Puritans as I had the Relation from the mouth of M. Clement Cotton who also received it from the said M. Pickering himselfe in his life time after this manner This worthy religious Gentleman M. Pickering being in great esteeme with King JAMES with whom he oft times rod a hunting and as they rode had frequent private conference and informed the King above sixe months before that treason brake out that the Papists had some notable villany in hand but what it was he could by no meanes learne Now this said M. Pickering had a horse of speciall note and well known among the Courtiers on which he used to hunt with the King a little before the blow was to be given which his brother M. Keyes desired to borrow of him for some present speciall use which he said he had for him and it was somewhat probable to be for their pretended hunting on Dunsmow-heath where many of the conspiratours contrived a hunting match for divers dayes together a little before the blow was to be given that so they might be neare to come where the Lady ELIZABETH lay But what ever Keyes pretence was the horse so borrowed was conveyed to London and there kept for another purpose which thus was plotted Faux on the day of the fatall Blow was appointed to retire himselfe into St. Georges feild where this said horse was to attend him to make his escape so soone as the Parliament House was blowne up It was likewise contrived that the said M. Pickering was that very morning to be murthered in his bed and secretly conveyed away as also that Faux himselfe should have bin murthered in St. Georges field and there so mangled and cut in peeces as that it might not be

as for me the best that I can do Which is my prayers and Orisons for you And your so high designe I most devout Will duly truly to the heavens poure-out And all our Saints and meritorious Martyres Implore to ayd you and your zealous partners O most pernicious Priest O Scythian sect Do you with blood your followers thus infect Is this the charity you all professe Your false conceived wrongs thus to redresse Now how this Jesuites judgement doth agree With Jesus doctrine you shall briefly see When God with sinfull-man vouchsaf'd to talk Told he not Abraham that if ten just folk In Sodom could be found his wrath he 'd stay And would not all in his just vengeance slay But for those righteous sakes would mercy show But ghostly Garnet was more wise than so Did not the heavenly husband-man declare His sacred minde touching the wheat and tare Since both grew-up to let them both alone But of this husbandry Garnet will none Doth not St. Paul doth not all Scripture show No evill ought be done that good may grow Was it not Mercies majesty and joy That none of his he brought unto annoy Not one was lost saying he came to save Not to destroy whom God unto him gave But yet Loiola's Priests more wise do grow They hold it lawfull to kill friend or foe Though Peter may not strike in Christs defence Yet Popish-Priests may use all violence Catesby was heerwith now full satisfi'd And glad that all things to his thoughts compli'd For now he judgd himself most strongly able To settle his man Bates his minde unstable For Catesby noted how he jealously Observ'd each-passage with anxiety And saw how Rookwood was amaz'd in minde And toucht in conscience that he had combinde To ta●e away and let-out so much blood And that they-both much wavering theron stood He therfore told them that most certainly He was resolv'd by good authority No lesse than Garnets their chief Jesuite That with good-conscience voyd of least affright They might destroy nocents and innocents Rather than leave-off their so high intents With which assurance they were satisfi'de And so resolv'd all hazards to abide Now then to Rome is Fauks sent privily Vnto the Pope their plot to signifie To make-known to his holinesse with speed From first to last how all things did proceed His holinesse his traiterous Son commended Perswades to persevere till all were ended Assures successe and fortunate conclusion And so dismist this Master of Confusion With benediction and a bounteous gift Then rapid Tibris-like he flyes full swift Visits his ancient friends and old acquaintance I' th' Duke of Austria's Court with welcome entrance Wheras he meets with many fugitives Questioning how each thing in England thrives And banisht Shavelings of our English nation Greedy to heare of change and alteration With sanguinary Nero who desire Their countries grace extinct with sword fire Monsters of men like those who love to angle In troubled-waters discord strife and wrangle These these I say prickt forward him that ran And contribute to help what he began Furnishing him with counsell as with coyn Brothers in mischief heads and hearts do joyn His head they fill with cunning craft and guile His heart to hatch his tongue to ly they file They teach him how with Demonologie To hide the plat-form of this ●reachery Like furious hagg he home returns most bold And to his master Percy doth unfold His good successe and prayes they might proceed With expedition to this hellish deed For he was stuft with all the arts and arms That Rome could yeeld or Acherontine charms They having now with blasphemous intent As is fore-shown receiv'd the Sacrament And bound themselves by oath to act their parts To heare Plutonick-Masse their murtherous hearts They them prepare which done they all desire Now to proceed to build this furious fire And hereupon some choice-men they select Whose charge should be with diligent respect The Parliament to dig and undermine Who furnisht were with bakd-meats beer wine That so they might not oft go in or out Fauks at the door stood Sentinell or scout Who still discover'd all that passed by And markt occurrents with a watchfull-eye And warning gave as he occasions spide Sometimes to work sometimes to lay aside Thus to the work themselvs they closely gave And by their sides their peeces charg'd they have Resolving there to dye if so it hapt That by discovery they should be intrapt These pioners through Percies chamber brought Th' exhausted Earth to digg a hollow-vault Conveying-out great baskets full of clay And of the house the ground-worke took away But lo at last an obstacle they found A thick stone-wall they met-with in the ground Full 3 yards thick which with much industry Though with great doubt and deep anxiety They having half-wrought-through they eas'ly heard A rushing noyse of Charcoal which them feard That they discovered were strait Fauks was sent To see what all that noise and rushing ment Who finding that the coals were selling-out And that the cellar might past fear and doubt Be hired by them as a place most fit For their design He Percy told of it Who seeing its most pat-conveniency And under th' upper-house immediately He hir'd the Cellar for a yearly rent And with a traiterous heart and foule intent Feined to fil 't with charcoal wood and beer From all suspect themselves to cloake and cleer Here now they did consider Catesby charge Upon whom hitherto with love too-large The cost of all this coyle had chiefly ly'n Wherfore to forward this their deep design Sr. Everard Digbies bounty did abound Who to it promis'd fifteen hundred pound Then traiterous Tressam his great zeale t' expresse Two-thousand pounds would have in readinesse To be employd in each necessity To prop this work of Popish-piety Percy to pierce the eye of Church and State Did also promise he 'd associate And beare a part in this so rare collection Four thousand pounds at least with pure affection He from Northumberlands great rents would get And all things orderly dispose and set Others both horse and armour would provide Others procure an Army gainst the tide Wherwith they might destroy and quite deprive With fury great the rest that did survive Of life and liberty and their best treasure Even Christs pure-Gospell their souls precious pleasure Such was the hatred of this holy-brood Such the effects of their nefarious mood Among them then was this objection made That since the Prince as could not be gain-said Would be in Parliament How best might be The next-heire to surprize But Percy he Soon freed them of this care and under-took With his bold mates to ceaze upon the Duke For this they had resolv'd with firm decree That the Kings issue-male destroy'd should be Next how to get into their custody O hellish guardians of such royalty The precious Princesse fair Elizabeth Then with