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<HEAD>Ju&s;ta &s;ive Inferiae Regicidarum: OR, TYBVRNS REVELS.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Pre&s;ented before Protector <HI>Cromwel,</HI> Lord Pre&s;ident <HI>Brad&s;haw,</HI> Lord Deputy <HI>Ireton.</HI> By Squire <HI>Dun, Mercury,</HI> and <HI>Chorus.</HI></HEAD>
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<SPEAKER><HI>Mercury</HI> with a Pick-Ax to <HI>Coom|wel.</HI></SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>HEnce Caduce, that Sleep-powerful mighty rod,</L>
<L>This Iron, &s;hall di&s;turb the guilty nod</L>
<L>Of the&s;e bra&s;s Sinners now inlaid with lead,</L>
<L>This be the <HI>Mace</HI> to the&s;e inglorious Dead.</L>
<L>Ri&s;e <HI>Noll</HI> from th'violated <HI>Arched Cave,</HI></L>
<L>'Twas thy la&s;t Trea&s;on to u&s;urp the grave,</L>
<L>Rouze up, and follow to my tripple Altar,</L>
<L>Where my grim Prie&s;t attends thee with a Halter.</L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>Cromwel.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Who&s;e there? &s;peak &s;oftly to my troubled ears,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Drums beats &s;till with jealou&s;ies and fears:</L>
<L>Re&s;tle&s;s Ambition how I finde it true,</L>
<L>Not quiet yet, &s;ince yet the Fates par&s;ue:</L>
<L>No Fury wak'd me in my Regal Dreams,</L>
<L>'Tis infelicity is what it &s;eems:</L>
<L>Imagination prompt'd me to be King,</L>
<L>'Tis ea&s;ie work, I have it in a &s;tring.</L>
<L>Here's a triumphant Chariot without wheels,</L>
<L>Not &s;ubject to mad Fortunes giddy reels;</L>
<L>And here's three &s;tanding Crowns, who&s;e ma&s;&s;y weight</L>
<L>Will break the neck to this cur&s;t politick pate.</L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Four merry boys, and four merry boys,</L>
<L>And four merry boys are we;</L>
<L>As ever yet gang'd under</L>
<L>The Gallow, Gallow tree.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mercury.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>This &s;ubtile Engine, who&s;e fine active du&s;t,</L>
<L>Though long interr'd, is free from Natures ru&s;t;</L>
<L>This &s;light Mercurial &s;pirit made <HI>Nols</HI> &s;on</L>
<L>(As if by Traduce) fal&s;e <HI>Ireton</HI></L>
<L>Leave thy invaded tomb, this &s;acred place,</L>
<L>Was nere deputed to &s;o vile a race.</L>
<L>Ri&s;e treacherous reliques follow, follow me,</L>
<L>Follow thy Father to the Triple-tree.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>By long po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion &s;ettled in my urn,</L>
<L>I crave a priviledge: Mu&s;t I now turn</L>
<L>Tenant to <HI>Tyburn?</HI> mu&s;t I quit my ground,</L>
<L>That have for every treachery a wound</L>
<L>While&s;t I braved heaven, &s;ee the ju&s;ter earth,</L>
<L>Di&s;gorgeth her prodigious Rebel-birth:</L>
<L>So wa&s;ting, wily Foxes oft are tane.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t earth'd, then hang'd, and &s;o expos'd to &s;hame.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus:</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Four merry boys, and four merry boys,</L>
<L>And four merry boys are we,</L>
<L>As ever yet gang'd under</L>
<L>The Gallow, Gallow tree.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mercury.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Come you loud Furies, beat the Tintimar</L>
<L>Such direful Notes, which the High Ju&s;tice Bar</L>
<L>Can onely pre&s;ident, this deaf Adder charm;</L>
<L>He'd hear no Rea&s;on, give him an alarm:</L>
<L>Get up bold <HI>Brad&s;haw,</HI> leave the&s;e ble&s;&s;ed Gho&s;ts,</L>
<L>Thy Grove and Walk's in the trian'gler po&s;ts,</L>
<L>There murmur &s;entences, be the di&s;grace,</L>
<L>And the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters">genius of that Ju&s;tice-place.</L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>Brad&s;haw</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>You mu&s;t not interrupt me, I pronounce,</L>
<L>The &s;entence of the Court (what means this bounce)</L>
<L><HI>The Courts adjourn'd to Tyburn:</HI> hateful word,</L>
<L>Where's <HI>Hackers</HI> Partizans, and <HI>Humphreys</HI> &s;word:</L>
<L>The Court doth over-rule it, I'll not &s;tir,</L>
<L>I do affirm our Juri&s;diction, Sir:</L>
<L>But Oh, the light appears, the hateful ayre,</L>
<L>Here's Sledge and &s;traw, for cu&s;hions, Velvet chaire:</L>
<L>Thus as a <HI>Judas,</HI> hired to betray,</L>
<L>The price of blood findes me <HI>Akeldama.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Four merry boys, and four merry boys.</L>
<L>And four merry boys are we;</L>
<L>As ever yet gang'd under</L>
<L>The Gallow, Gallow-tree.</L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>Mercury.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>What &s;hall I do to wake this ponderous lump,</L>
<L>Mi&s;hapen Parent of a mon&s;trous Rump:</L>
<L>I'll call &s;ome &s;pirit to imform this Ma&s;s,</L>
<L>The Armies Paper-mule, and <HI>Cromwels</HI> A&s;s:</L>
<L>Come out <HI>Tom</HI> Blunderbu&s;s, this filthy Tun</L>
<L>Rai&s;e up with &s;lings and bear't to Squire <HI>Dun.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>Pride.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Oh my recluded members, where away,</L>
<L>My Lord&s;hip cumbled down below a dray:</L>
<L>I gave the Hou&s;e of Parliament the lurtch,</L>
<L>And finde no Sanctuary within the Church:</L>
<L>I, that profan'd, and this abom'nates me,</L>
<L>But none was ever refu&s;e to the tree:</L>
<L>My garbling Parliaments to him next dares,</L>
<L>My guts and garbage give unto the bears.</L>
<L>But &s;tay, 'tis double co&s;ts, and double wo,</L>
<L>To pay the Surgeon and the Hangman too,</L>
<L>I had no Cear-cloth, &s;o I'll keep my urn,</L>
<L>I &s;ee &s;ometimes &s;tinking will &s;erve the turn.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Four merry boys, and four merry boys, &amp;c.</HI></P>
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<SPEAKER>Squire Dun</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Oh Agitators, if now there be any</L>
<L>Have need of the Squire of the rope or his <HI>Zany,</HI></L>
<L>Though quarters and heads are on &s;everal poles,</L>
<L>The <HI>Head-Quarters</HI> are at <HI>Tyburn</HI> Holes.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>Four merry boys, and four merry boys,</L>
<L>And four merry boys are we;</L>
<L>As ever yet gang'd under</L>
<L>The Gallow, Gallow-tree.</L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>R. B.</HI> 1660.</P>
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