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<NAME>Paul Schaffner</NAME>
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<VID>181658</VID>
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<HEAD>A New BALLAD. The Triumph of Ju&s;tice. Being the La&s;t SPEECH and CONFESSION of Nine Malefactors, and Betrayers of the <HI>Lives</HI> and <HI>Liberties</HI> of the Good People of <HI>ENGLAND.</HI></HEAD>
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<L><HI>But few Examples here are made</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of &s;uch as have our Laws betray'd:</HI></L>
<L><HI>The re&s;t that have as ill De&s;erv'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For the next</HI> Se&s;&s;ions <HI>are Re&s;erv'd.</HI></L>
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<OPENER>To the tune of <HI>Packington</HI>'s Pound.</OPENER>
<DIV2 TYPE="prologue">
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<P>I <HI>Am glad the happy Time is come, when Ju&s;tice dare appear in open view. I am blind indeed, to &s;ignify my impartial Di&s;pen&s;ation of Ju&s;tice to all the World; but tho my Eyes are &s;hut, my Ears are always open to the Complaints of Mankind; and amongst all the Countries I pre&s;ide over, no Place has &s;o bewailed my Ab&s;ence as</HI> England. <HI>This has been the mo&s;t unhappy Nation in the World. This Place has bred the Mon&s;ters of Mankind, and under what Villanies has this brave People groan'd for many Years ? But now, my Friends, I J&V;STICE am return'd; and &s;o long as you main|tain your Noble Engli&s;h Principles, I will never for&s;ake you: And that you may believe I re&s;olve to e&s;tabli&s;h you upon the firme&s;t Foundation, I have brought &s;ome of the Betrayers of your Country to be puni&s;h'd in the &s;ight of this Great People. I have weighed the&s;e Men in my Ballance, and have found them the lighte&s;t that ever the&s;e Scals bore; there|fore now my Sword takes place, I have brought them to Judgment, and will attend their Execution, and let all the Na|tion Triumph: for by &s;uch Sacrifices Heaven is appea&s;ed.</HI></P>
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<LG>
<L>GOOD <HI>Engli&s;h</HI>-men, Women, and Children give ear,</L>
<L>Unto the Confe&s;&s;on that we &s;hall rehear&s;e,</L>
<L>'Tis the dolefulle&s;t Story you ever did hear,</L>
<L>By our &s;elves writ in Pro&s;e, by Friend <HI>Bayes</HI> put in Ver&s;e.</L>
<L>To be great was my Scope,</L>
<L>To the Devil and Pope,</L>
<L>A Slave to Ambition, that ends in a Rope;</L>
<L>For betraying Fair <HI>London,</HI> her Gates claim my Quarters,</L>
<L>Take warning by me ye Supplanters of Charters.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I car'd not for Precedent, Con&s;cience or Law,,</L>
<L>Bear witne&s;s all you whom I have hang'd in the <HI>We&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>If ever I valu'd Mens Lives of a Straw,</L>
<L>But could &s;entence a Pri&s;oner, and then break a Je&s;t.</L>
<L>The Sword and the Gun</L>
<L>Left the Work but half done,</L>
<L>My Breath more de&s;tructive, &s;lew Ten for their One;</L>
<L>For I never gave Quarter where once I did &s;eize,</L>
<L>The World curs'd me for't, but I knew whom to plea&s;e.</L>
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<LG>
<L>On the Bench I could roar till I made the Walls &s;hake,</L>
<L>In Court Eccle&s;ia&s;tick could hector the Church;</L>
<L>An Evidence too for a need I could make,</L>
<L>E're I'd &s;uffer the Cau&s;e to be left in the Lurch.</L>
<L>'Twixt the Curtains I got,</L>
<L>Spy'd a Child reaking hot,</L>
<L>Which the Mother n'ere bore, nor the Father n'ere got:</L>
<L>My Eyes are the Vouchers of what I depo&s;e,</L>
<L>If you que&s;tion my Eyes, I appeal to my No&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In <HI>Wapping</HI> at la&s;t I was &s;nap'd by &s;urprize,</L>
<L>Thence dragg'd like a Varlet before my Lord-Mayor,</L>
<L>Where I had the Honour, in &s;pight of Di&s;gui&s;e,</L>
<L>Out of his &s;mall Sen&s;es his Lord&s;hip to &s;care:</L>
<L>Thus much by the way</L>
<L>Of Caution to &s;ay,</L>
<L>Seem'd needful, for tho&s;e that their Country betray,</L>
<L>'Twill &s;ooner or later bring hanging about,</L>
<L>So farewel, and take notice that now my Dream's out</L>
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<SP>
<LG>
<L>'TIS Matter of wonderment, how &s;uch a Varlet</L>
<L>As I am, and of &s;o vile Reputation,</L>
<L>Should all on a &s;udden be clothed in Scarlet,</L>
<L>Of Old none but Lawyers were &s;it for that Station:</L>
<L>'Tis be&s;t to be plain,</L>
<L>To conceal't is in vain,</L>
<L>It was to hang <HI>Arm&s;trong</HI> that thither I came.</L>
<L>And if you'l know more, give ear, I be&s;eech,</L>
<L>To the words of Lord <HI>Wem,</HI> in an Eloquent Speech.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Office of Judg, 'tis true, it a Tru&s;t is,</L>
<L>And that you, Brother <HI>Hol.</HI> are not fit for that Place,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e, it is plain, you want Sen&s;e, Law, and Ju&s;tice.</L>
<L>Di&s;pence with the Laws, we'll di&s;pence in that Ca&s;e:</L>
<L>Do but do as you'r bid,</L>
<L>You &s;hall never be chid;</L>
<L>I may ride <HI>Tantivy,</HI> but you mu&s;t be rid.</L>
<L>Young <HI>Jack,</HI> will get practice, who at pre&s;ent has none;</L>
<L>So that I'm to be hang'd for the Good of my Son.</L>
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<LG>
<L>ABhorring Petitions brought me into Play,</L>
<L>It dubb'd me a Knight, and it made me a Judg,</L>
<L>I re&s;olv'd for Advancement, I car'd not what way;</L>
<L>And now have Preferment that no Man will grudg:</L>
<L>To comply with the Court,</L>
<L>Without Precedent for't,</L>
<L>I thought three miles Whipping a Progre&s;s too &s;hort:</L>
<L>A Sentence that made me abhorr'd by Mankind,</L>
<L>Yet was &s;orry that I no wor&s;e Penance could find.</L>
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<LG>
<L>On <HI>Jefferies</HI> I fa&s;tened, and &s;tuck like a Bur,</L>
<L>Like a Dog lick'd his Feet, &s;lunk my Tail, hung my Ears;</L>
<L>But at la&s;t my Patroon kick'd me out like a Cur;</L>
<L>A Misfortune that then co&s;t me many Salt Tears.</L>
<L>Ye Perverters of Law,</L>
<L>Before I withdraw,</L>
<L>Take a word of Good Coun&s;el to keep you in awe:</L>
<L>Di&s;pen&s;ers with Laws may e&s;cape for a Time,</L>
<L>But <HI>Tyburn</HI> will never di&s;pen&s;e with the Crime.</L>
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<LG>
<L>SUborners were we, by &s;ome call'd the <HI>Pope's Mutes,</HI></L>
<L>Enrich'd by de&s;troying of Free Corporations,</L>
<L>And now of our Treachery reap the Ju&s;t Fruit</L>
<L>Who for Pelf made no Bones of de&s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="8 letters"></L>
<L>Such an infamous Brace,</L>
<L>Does the Gallows Di&s;grace,</L>
<L>And makes ev'n the Hangman a&s;ham'd of his Place:</L>
<L>He grudges his Office on &s;uch wicked Elves,</L>
<L>And could wi&s;h for his Part we had hanged our &s;elves.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Like Villains abandoning Con&s;cience and Shame,</L>
<L>No Practice we baulk'd, but could Bribe, Forge and Lie,</L>
<L>Like Blood-hounds could dext'rou&s;ly find out the Game,</L>
<L>While a Kennel of Witne&s;&s;es kept up the Cry.</L>
<L>To Collogue with the Court,</L>
<L>Of Mens Lives we made &s;port;</L>
<L>Old Dogs at Intrigues, but now mu&s;t &s;wing for't,</L>
<L>With a Lea&s;h of vile Foremen of Juries that follows,</L>
<L>Whom we then brought to Murders, and now to the Gallows,</L>
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<LG>
<L>MAke room for &s;uch Varlets as n'ere cumber'd Sledg,</L>
<L>The perjur'd vile Juries three Foremen are we,</L>
<L>Our Number falls right, and we claim priviledg</L>
<L>T' have each Man his Beam on the Triangle Tree.</L>
<L>In Verdict agreed,</L>
<L>Like a true Tory Breed,</L>
<L>To &s;hew our &s;elves Loyal, made th' Innocent Bleed:</L>
<L>And after like Mi&s;creants bragg'd of our Jobbs,</L>
<L>But we mu&s;t give place to our Orator <HI>Nobbs.</HI></L>
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<SP>
<LG>
<L>ROom, room for Old <HI>Roger,</HI> the Scourge of the Nation,</L>
<L>Through all my Di&s;gui&s;es I cannot e&s;cape,</L>
<L>I had better have &s;tuck to my Trade of Tran&s;lation,</L>
<L>Than have undertook to be guide to the Crape:</L>
<L>I in&s;tructed the Raw,</L>
<L>And taught them to draw</L>
<L>Good found true Divinity out of fal&s;e Law:</L>
<L>Till Preachers and Pleaders came down with their Guinies,</L>
<L>Which I pocketed up, and then laugh'd at the Ninnies.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Rights of the Subject by me were well known;</L>
<L>The Frame of our Government none better knew:</L>
<L>I wrote 'gain&s;t my Con&s;cience, and Knowledg, I own,</L>
<L>But with Fools, not Philo&s;ophers, I had to do.</L>
<L>Take warning each Wight</L>
<L>That for Pen&s;ions do write,</L>
<L>The practice may make a poor Scoundrel a Knight;</L>
<L>But when you have Scribled, Buffoon'd, and Harangu'd,</L>
<L>Th' next &s;tep of Preferment will be to be Hang'd.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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