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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A COFFIN FOR KING CHARLES: A CROWNE FOR <HI>CROMWELL:</HI> A PIT FOR THE PEOPLE.</HEAD>
<OPENER>You may &s;ing this to the Tune of <HI>faine I would.</HI></OPENER>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1 <HI>Cromwell in the throne.</HI></HEAD>
<L>SO, &s;o, the deed is done,</L>
<L>the Royall head is &s;everd</L>
<L>As I meant, when I fir&s;t begunne</L>
<L>and &s;trongly have indeavord.</L>
<L>Now Charles the 1. is tumbled down,</L>
<L>the &s;econd, I not feare:</L>
<L>I gra&s;pe the Septer, weare the Crown,</L>
<L>nor for Jehovah care.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2 <HI>K. Charles in his Coffin.</HI></HEAD>
<L>Think&s;t thou ba&s;e &s;lave, though in my grave,</L>
<L>Like other men I lie:</L>
<L>my &s;parkling fame and Royall Name</L>
<L>can (as thou wi&s;he&s;t) die.</L>
<L>Know Caatiffe, in my &s;onne I live</L>
<L>(the black Prince calld by &s;ome)</L>
<L>And he &s;hall ample vengeance give</L>
<L>to tho&s;e that did me doome.</L>
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<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3 <HI>The people in the Pit.</HI></HEAD>
<L>Suppre&s;t, depre&s;t, involvd in woes,</L>
<L>great <HI>Charles</HI> thy people be</L>
<L>Ba&s;ely deceivd with &s;pecious &s;howes,</L>
<L>by tho&s;e that murtherd thee.</L>
<L>We are in&s;lavd to Tyrants he&s;ts,</L>
<L>who have our freedome wonne:</L>
<L>Our fainting hopes, now ownly re&s;ts</L>
<L>on thy &s;ucceeding &s;onne.</L>
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<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4 <HI>Cromwell on the throne.</HI></HEAD>
<L>(Ba&s;e vulgar) know the more you &s;tirre</L>
<L>the more your woes increa&s;e,</L>
<L>Your ra&s;hne&s;&s;e will your hopes deter:</L>
<L>(tis we) mu&s;t give you peace.</L>
<L>Black <HI>Charles</HI> a Traytor is proclaimd</L>
<L>unto our dignity:</L>
<L>He dies (if ere by us hees gaind)</L>
<L>without all remidie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5 <HI>K. Charles in his Coffin.</HI></HEAD>
<L>Thrice perjurd Villaine, did&s;t not thou</L>
<L>and thy degenerate traine,</L>
<L>By mankinds &s;aviours body, vow</L>
<L>to me thy Soveraigne,</L>
<L>To make me the mo&s;t glorious King</L>
<L>that ere ore England raignd:</L>
<L>that <HI>me</HI> and <HI>mine</HI> in <HI>every</HI> thing</L>
<L>by you, &s;hould be <HI>maintaind.</HI></L>
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<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6 <HI>The people in the pit.</HI></HEAD>
<L><HI>Sweet Prince, O let us pardon</HI> crave</L>
<L>of thy beloved <HI>&s;hade,</HI></L>
<L>Tis we that brought thee, to the <HI>grave,</HI></L>
<L>thou wert by us <HI>betraid.</HI></L>
<L>We <HI>did beleeve,</HI> twas <HI>reformation,</HI></L>
<L>the&s;e <HI>Mon&s;ters</HI> did de&s;ire:</L>
<L>Not <HI>knowing,</HI> that thy <HI>degradation</HI></L>
<L>and <HI>death,</HI> &s;hould be our <HI>hire.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>7 <HI>Cromwell on the throne,</HI></HEAD>
<L>Ye <HI>&s;ick braind</HI> fools, who&s;e wit doth lie</L>
<L>in your &s;mall <HI>guts; could you</HI></L>
<L><HI>Imagine</HI> our <HI>con&s;piracy,</HI></L>
<L>did <HI>claime</HI> no other <HI>due</HI></L>
<L>But for to &s;pend <HI>our</HI> deare&s;t <HI>bloods,</HI></L>
<L>to make <HI>Ra&s;calians</HI> flee,</L>
<L>No, we fought <HI>for your lives and goods,</HI></L>
<L>and for a <HI>Monarchie.</HI></L>
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<LG N="8">
<HEAD>8 <HI>K. Charles in his Coffin.</HI></HEAD>
<L>But theres a <HI>thunderer</HI> above,</L>
<L>who though he winke <HI>a while,</HI></L>
<L>Is not <HI>with</HI> your <HI>black deeds</HI> in love:</L>
<L>he <HI>hates</HI> your <HI>damned guile.</HI></L>
<L>And though a <HI>time</HI> you <HI>pearce</HI> upon</L>
<L>the top of <HI>fortunes wheele,</HI></L>
<L>You &s;hortly unto <HI>Acharon,</HI></L>
<L><HI>(drunke</HI> with your crimes) &s;hall <HI>reele.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>9 <HI>The people in the pit.</HI></HEAD>
<L>Meanetime <HI>(thou glory</HI> of the <HI>earth)</HI></L>
<L>we <HI>langui&s;hing</HI> doe <HI>die:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Exci&s;e</HI> doth give <HI>free-quarter</HI> birth</L>
<L>while <HI>Souldiers</HI> multiply.</L>
<L>Our <HI>lives</HI> we forfeit every <HI>day,</HI></L>
<L>our <HI>money</HI> cuts our <HI>throats:</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Lawes</HI> are taken <HI>cleane away,</HI></L>
<L>or &s;hrunke to <HI>Traytors votes.</HI></L>
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<LG N="10">
<HEAD>10 <HI>Cromwell on the throne.</HI></HEAD>
<L>Like patient <HI>Mules re&s;olve</HI> to <HI>beare</HI></L>
<L>what <HI>ere</HI> we &s;hall <HI>impo&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Your <HI>lives</HI> and <HI>goods</HI> you <HI>need</HI> not <HI>feare</HI></L>
<L>weel prove your <HI>friends</HI> not <HI>foes.</HI></L>
<L>We <HI>(the Elected ones</HI> mu&s;t guide</L>
<L>a <HI>thou&s;and years</HI> this land,</L>
<L>You <HI>mu&s;t be props</HI> unto our <HI>pride,</HI></L>
<L>and <HI>Slaves</HI> to our command.</L>
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<LG N="11">
<HEAD>11 <HI>K. Charles in his coffin.</HI></HEAD>
<L>But you may <HI>faile</HI> of your faire hopes,</L>
<L>if <HI>Fates,</HI> propitious <HI>be</HI></L>
<L>And yeeld <HI>your loathed</HI> lives in <HI>Ropes,</HI></L>
<L>to <HI>vengeance</HI> and to <HI>me.</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>as the Swedes</HI> and <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> joyne,</L>
<L>the <HI>Cambrian</HI> and the <HI>Scot,</HI></L>
<L>Do with the <HI>Danes,</HI> &amp; <HI>French</HI> combine</L>
<L>then look unto your lot.</L>
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<HEAD>12 <HI>The people in the pit.</HI></HEAD>
<L>Our wrongs hath arm'd us with &s;uch &s;trength</L>
<L>&s;o &s;ad is our condition,</L>
<L>That could we hope that now at length</L>
<L>we might finde intermi&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>And have but <HI>halfe</HI> we had before,</L>
<L>ere the&s;e <HI>Mechanicks</HI> &s;waid</L>
<L>To our <HI>revenge,</HI> knee deepe in gore</L>
<L>we would not feare to wade.</L>
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<HEAD>13 <HI>Cromwell in the throne.</HI></HEAD>
<L>In vaine <HI>(fond people)</HI> doe you <HI>grutch,</HI></L>
<L>and <HI>tacitely repine.</HI></L>
<L>For why, my <HI>&s;kill</HI> and <HI>&s;trength</HI> is &s;uch,</L>
<L>both <HI>Poles</HI> of heaven are mine.</L>
<L>Your <HI>hands</HI> and <HI>pur&s;es</HI> both <HI>coherd,</HI></L>
<L>to rai&s;e us to this <HI>height:</HI></L>
<L>You mu&s;t protect, tho&s;e you have <HI>reard</HI></L>
<L>or <HI>&s;inke</HI> beneath their <HI>weight.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>14 <HI>K. Charles in his coffin.</HI></HEAD>
<L><HI>Singing</HI> with <HI>Angels,</HI> neere the <HI>throne,</HI></L>
<L>of the <HI>Almighty three:</HI></L>
<L>I &s;it and <HI>know perdition.</HI></L>
<L>(ba&s;e <HI>Cromwell)</HI> waites on thee</L>
<L>And on thy <HI>vile a&s;&s;ociates:</HI></L>
<L>twelve moneths &s;hall full conclude</L>
<L>Your power; thus <HI>&s;peake the powerfull Fates,</HI></L>
<L>then vades your <HI>interlude.</HI></L>
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<LG N="15">
<HEAD>15 <HI>The people in the pit.</HI></HEAD>
<L>Yea powerfull <HI>Fates,</HI> ha&s;te, ha&s;te, the time</L>
<L>the mo&s;t <HI>au&s;picious day,</HI></L>
<L>On which the&s;e <HI>mon&s;ters</HI> of our <HI>clime,</HI></L>
<L>to <HI>hell</HI> mu&s;t <HI>po&s;te</HI> away.</L>
<L>Meanetime &s;o <HI>pare their</HI> &s;harpned <HI>clawes</HI></L>
<L>and &s;o impare their <HI>&s;tings,</HI></L>
<L>We may no more fight for the <HI>Cau&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>nor other <HI>novell</HI> things.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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