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<HEAD>THE PROCLAMATION Promoted, OR AN HUE-and-CRY and Inqui&s;ition AFTER TREASON and BLOOD; Upon the Inhumane and horrid Murder of that Noble Knight, Impartial Ju&s;tice of Peace, and Zealous Prote&s;tant, Sir <HI>EDMONDBERRY GODFRY</HI> of WESTMINSTER.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">An ha&s;ty POEM.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O Murder! Murder! let this Shreik fly round,</L>
<L>Till Hills and Dales, and Rocks and Shores rebound;</L>
<L>Send it to Heav'n and Hell; for both will be</L>
<L>A&s;toni&s;h'd and Concern'd as much as we.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t &s;end to <HI>Endor</HI> where of old did dwell</L>
<L>An Hagg, could Fates of Kings and Kingdoms tell;</L>
<L>If that cannot be found, to <HI>Ekron</HI> go,</L>
<L>To <HI>Pluto</HI>'s Oracle and Hell below.</L>
<L>There &s;erve this Hue and Cry, for there 'twas hatch'd,</L>
<L>(Except the Prie&s;ts their Gods have over-match'd.)</L>
<L>Methinks <HI>Belzebub,</HI> if he be outdone</L>
<L>In his Grand Mi&s;teries; and <HI>Rome</HI> needs none</L>
<L>Of his Black Arts, but can Out-Devil Hell,</L>
<L>His Envy and Revenge this Plot &s;hould tell:</L>
<L>And by di&s;clo&s;ing in his own defence,</L>
<L>Not only vindicate his Innocence,</L>
<L>But ha&s;ten their de&s;truction, and prevent</L>
<L>Lo&s;s of his Trade, (the Je&s;uites intent)</L>
<L>Unle&s;s he fears them, as indeed he may;</L>
<L>When once in Hell, none &s;hall Command but they.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But if this Tragedy be all his own,</L>
<L>And Roman Actors (taught by him) have &s;hown</L>
<L>How they can play all parts he can devi&s;e;</L>
<L>Female or Male, with or without di&s;gui&s;e:</L>
<L>And need no Cacodoemons prompting Art</L>
<L>Or Whi&s;per, but can fill up any part;</L>
<L>Fa&s;t, Pray and Weep, Swear and For&s;wear, Decoy,</L>
<L>Trappan, Ki&s;s, Flatter, Smile, and &s;o De&s;troy,</L>
<L>Stab, Pi&s;tol, Poi&s;on Kings, Unking, Dethrone,</L>
<L>Blow up or down, Save, Damn, make all their own.</L>
<L>Knows not he then, tho founder of the Stage,</L>
<L>The Laws of Theatres in every Age.</L>
<L>That th' Actors, not the Author of the Play,</L>
<L>Do challenge the Rewards of the fir&s;t day.</L>
<L>Make then their names renown'd, and come to hide</L>
<L>Such Children of thy Revels and thy Pride;</L>
<L>Send to their Father, and thy elde&s;t Son</L>
<L>That Lucifer of <HI>Rome,</HI> what feats they've done:</L>
<L>That he may make their names be under&s;tood,</L>
<L>Written in Kalenders of Martyrs Blood.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But if the Fiends below be Deaf and Dumb,</L>
<L>And this conjuring cannot overcome;</L>
<L>They and their Imps be damn'd together: I</L>
<L>To Gods on Earth will &s;end my Hue and Cry.</L>
<L>Ari&s;e Ju&s;t <HI>Charles,</HI> Three Kingdoms Soul and mine,</L>
<L>Great <HI>James</HI> thy Grandfather could well divine;</L>
<L>And without Spell the bloody Riddle Spell,</L>
<L>Writ by like Secretaries of <HI>Rome</HI> and Hell.</L>
<L>And if Thy Proclamation cannot do,</L>
<L>We pray Gods Spirit may in&s;pire Thee too.</L>
<L>If Thy Prophetick <HI>&V;&s;her</HI> did not err,</L>
<L>The Ma&s;s would enter by a Ma&s;&s;acre.</L>
<L>The Wounds Thy <HI>Godfry</HI> found were meant for Thee,</L>
<L>And Thou ly'&s;t Murder'd in Effigie.</L>
<L>In Gods Kings Kingdoms Cau&s;e this Knight was &s;lain,</L>
<L>Let him a Noble Monument obtain;</L>
<L>Erected in Your <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ters</HI> great Hall,</L>
<L>That Courts of Ju&s;tice may lament his Fall:</L>
<L>And may (when any Papi&s;t cometh near)</L>
<L>His Marble Statue yield a bloudy tear.</L>
<L>Yet let him not be buried, let him lie,</L>
<L>The faire&s;t Image to draw Ju&s;tice by.</L>
<L>There needs no Balm or Spices to pre&s;erve</L>
<L>The Corps from Stench, his Innocence will &s;erve.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Ye Lords and Commons joyn your &s;peedy Votes,</L>
<L>A Pack of Bloud-Hounds threaten all your Throats.</L>
<L>And if their Trea&s;on be not under&s;tood,</L>
<L>Expect to be di&s;&s;olv'd in your own Blood.</L>
<L>O Vote that every Papi&s;t (high and low)</L>
<L>To martyr'd <HI>Godfry</HI>'s Corps in per&s;on go;</L>
<L>And laying hand upon his wounded Bre&s;t,</L>
<L>By Oath and Cur&s;e his ignorance prote&s;t.</L>
<L>But oh the Athei&s;me of that Mon&s;trous Crew,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Holy Father can all Bonds undo:</L>
<L>Who&s;e Breath can put away the heavi'&s;t Oath;</L>
<L>Who fears no Heaven nor Hell, but laughs at both.</L>
<L>Therefore a &s;afer Vote my Mu&s;e &s;ugge&s;ts,</L>
<L>For Prie&s;ts and Je&s;uites can &s;wallow Te&s;ts</L>
<L>As <HI>Hocus Pocus</HI> doth his Rope or Knife,</L>
<L>And cheats the gaping Farmer and his Wife.</L>
<L>Oh Vote each Sign-po&s;t &s;hall a Gibbet be,</L>
<L>And hang a Traytor upon every Tree.</L>
<L>Yet we'le find Wood enough for Bone-fire piles,</L>
<L>T' inlighten and inflame our Britti&s;h I&s;les</L>
<L>Upon th' approaching fifth <HI>November</HI> night,</L>
<L>And make Incendiaries cur&s;e the light.</L>
<L><HI>November</HI> Fires <HI>Septembers</HI> may reveal,</L>
<L>One Burn (we &s;ay) another Burn will heal.</L>
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<LG>
<L>La&s;tly, And &s;urely, let this Hue and Cry</L>
<L>Reach Heaven, where every Star looks like an Eye</L>
<L>To that High Court of Parliament above,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Laws are mixt with Ju&s;tice and with Love;</L>
<L>Whither Ju&s;t <HI>Godfry</HI>'s Soul's already come,</L>
<L>And hath receiv'd the Crown of Martyrdome;</L>
<L>Where Murder'd Kings and &s;laughter'd Saints do cry,</L>
<L>Their Blood may never unrevenged lie.</L>
<L>Ye Saints and Angels hate that Scarlet Whore,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Prie&s;ts and Bratts before your Shrines adore,</L>
<L>And in their Ma&s;&s;acres your Aid implore;</L>
<L>Staining your Altars with the precious Gore:</L>
<L>Pour down your Vials on their Cur&s;ed heads,</L>
<L>And in Eternal flames prepare their Beds.</L>
<L>And Thou Judge Je&s;us Hang'd and Murder'd too,</L>
<L>By Power of <HI>Rome</HI> and Malice of the <HI>Jew,</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Godfry</HI>'s Wounds Thine own do bleed anew.</L>
<L>Oh Rend Thy Heavens! Come Lord and take Thy Throne,</L>
<L>Revenge Thy Martyrs Murder and Thine own.</L>
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<P>Licen&s;ed <DATE><HI>November</HI> 1. 1678.</DATE></P>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>J. L.</HI> at the <HI>Blew-Bell</HI> in <HI>Fleet-&s;treet,</HI> MDCLXXVIII.</P>
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