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<NAME>Paul Schaffner</NAME>
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<P>A CHARGE OF High-Trea&s;on, Prepared by the London-Apprentices, again&s;t Col. <HI>Hew&s;on;</HI> And the &s;trange Apparitions that appea|red unto him, immediatly after his being taken near <HI>Plymouth</HI> in <HI>Cornwal;</HI> With his Speech and Confe&s;&s;ion to the <HI>Vi&s;ion.</HI></P>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>C. Gu&s;tavus,</HI> and are to be &s;old in <HI>Fleet&s;tr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="3 letters"></HI></P>
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<HEAD>THE Charge of High-Trea&s;on exhibited by the London-Prentices again&s;t Colonel Hew&s;on, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<P>AMong&s;t the re&s;t of the Grand Traytors ta|ken and committed to Cu&s;tody, a late and happy Di&s;covery (we hear) hath bin made of Col. Hew&s;on near Plymouth in Cornwal, where the Loyal Party are extraordinary vigilant in the due ob&s;erving all things what&s;oever that may con|duce to the peace and tranquility of his Maje&s;ties good Subjects; And the London-Prentices (who formerly were as the Leading Guard to other Ci|ties and Countreyes) have demon&s;trated their In|tegrity to the Government of his Sacred Maje&s;ty; and an ab&s;olute dete&s;tation again&s;t all tho&s;e who were any ways Abettors or In&s;trumental in the late Di&s;tractions and Troubles; And in pur&s;uance
<PB N="2" REF="3">thereof, hath prepared a Charge again&s;t Col. Hew|&s;on, to this effect; that is to &s;ay,</P>
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<ITEM N="1">1. That he is notoriou&s;ly guilty of that mo&s;t horrid and execrable Murder committed upon the Royal Per&s;on of our late Gracious Lord and Sovereign King <HI>Charles.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="2">2. That He voted for the bani&s;hing of the Regal Line, and made it to be Trea&s;on to give them their proper Titles, or that any one &s;hould pray for them in their Pulpits, or aid and a&s;&s;i&s;t them with any moneys, or other Nece&s;&s;aries.</ITEM>
<ITEM N="3">3. That he hath Trayterou&s;lo put to &s;ale divers of the Crown Lands, be&s;ides Bi&s;hops, Deans and Chapters; ma|king great &s;poyl of &s;undry &s;tately Woods, and likewi&s;e de|moli&s;hed &s;even &s;tately Palaces and Mannors.</ITEM>
<ITEM N="4">4. That he was in&s;trumental in the demoli&s;hing and ta|king down of the Royal Arms, and that he did break in pieces the great true Seal of the Land, and cau&s;ed a new Stamp to be made to coyn money withal, with this circum|&s;cription, <HI>God with us,</HI> when the Devil was in him.</ITEM>
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<P>With divers other particulars, which we &s;hall omit till his Arraignment; by rea&s;on of &s;ome other Di&s;cour&s;e here intervening, touching his <HI>Lamentation;</HI> to wit,</P>
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<P>O what will become of me, or whither &s;hall I go? O how am I a&s;toni&s;hed to think of my horrid and wicked pro|ceedings? I have terrour of Con&s;cience within me, and fear before me, trouble on either &s;ide of me, and horrour behind me. My horrid Acts are more then I can bear; for <HI>Judas</HI>-like my Ma&s;ter I betray'd, and &s;ate in Judgment when he was try'd in that mo&s;t Tyrannical and illegal High Court of Ju&s;tice.</P>
<P>Our happy Hate! Would I had never climbed to Digni|ty:
<PB N="3" REF="3">O how was I inriched with a great E&s;tate, Lorldly Ti|tles, great Command, rich Apparel, delicate Fare, magnifi|cent Buildings? I thinking my &s;elf indeed no le&s;s then a petty King, not con&s;idering that Fortune might turn her Wheel the clean contrary way, though now &s;he hath kickt me off.</P>
<P>I mu&s;t declare my Con&s;cience, that I aimed to be like my Ma&s;ter, and indeed to &s;it in his Throne, and govern as he did: but this Whore Dame Fortune, whom I am bound to ble&s;s for her riches, but to cur&s;e her for my Di&s;graces. O that I could but get away to <HI>Graves-End,</HI> and &s;hip my &s;elf for &s;ome Forreign Countrey, and there to end my dayes. But hold, what groans are tho&s;e that I hear? drawing nearer and nearer to mine Ears, like unto the groanes of a dying man, having his death's Wound, in his full &s;trength, Crying, <HI>Cobler, Cobler, Cobler,</HI> and now I &s;ee a pale Gho&s;t|ly face drawing near to me; now will I make u&s;e of my Rod of Command, for I call to mind the noble Sea-man that was without cau&s;e &s;lain to plea&s;e my envious fancy.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Gho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Now have I found thee thou man of &s;in, thou tyran|nous murderer, thou flattering Para&s;ite, thou deceiver of men, and thy Countrey; was it not enough for thee to be mock-honourable, but thou mu&s;t commit wilfull murther upon thy Brother Cobler?</HI></P>
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<SPEAKER>Hew&s;on.</SPEAKER>
<P> I dreamed in that little &s;lumber that I had, that I was preferred, but not to my former Dignity; and being in a fainting &s;weat, and troubled with horrour of Con|&s;cience, an ugly Apparition appeared, with two Doctors, who ca&s;ting my Water, &s;aid, <HI>Nothing but Death, Nothing but Death.</HI></P>
<P>The Terror whereof proved no &s;mall a&s;toni&s;hment, e|&s;pecially when I heard a Voyce again crying out, <HI>No Mercy
<PB N="4" REF="4">for Traytors; the blood of your Soveraign cryes for vengeance.</HI></P>
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<P>This being &s;eriou&s;ly con&s;idered, may it not be a &s;uffici|ent motive to induce all Rebellious Blood-&s;uckers, to la|ment and cry out, <HI>O let that blood of our dear Soveraign, &s;hed by the cruelty, covetou&s;ne&s;s, and treachery of our hands, be for ever &s;ilent.</HI></P>
<P>But the great Cedars never fall alone: When the Sun is turned into bloud, it is no marvail if the Stars fall from Hea|ven; If the Fountain be dryed up, it is no marvail if the le&s;|&s;er Channels cea&s;e their Current; and no man of judgment could expect, but &s;uch Rebellious Spirits who rooted out the King, and all the Royal Race, they would likewi&s;e have de&s;troyed the Nobles. Prote&s;tations to the contrary were not of value with tho&s;e that changed their principles toge|ther with their Fortune: They that thought it their glory to bind Kings in chains, deemed it their honour to bind No|bles in Links of Iron. Where the Scripture, <HI>Well is thee, O Land, when thy Princes are the Sons of Nobles,</HI> is become Apocryphal, there, in tho&s;e mens Divinity, no Nobles mu&s;t be allowed to be the Sons of Princes. The next in ho|nour to the Royal Race are the Noble Families, and there|fore they mu&s;t be next in &s;uffering. No Bi&s;hop, no King: No K ng no Nobles, were the undoubted &s;equences of tho&s;e times. Tho&s;e that like Death would level Scepters with the Spade, will teach their Children to pre&s;ume again&s;t the An|cient, and the Vile again&s;t the Honourable.</P>
<P>And as for our pre&s;ent Sovereign (whom Divine Provi|dence hath re&s;erved to be the repairer of the breach) let it be the prayer of all true Subjects, that He may be as ano|ther <HI>Solomon,</HI> to &s;it on the Throne of his Father <HI>David,</HI> being as eminent for his Wi&s;edom and Excellency of Maje&s;tick Power, as his Royall Father was for his Piety and Suffe|rings.</P>
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<P>O let that Sunne which hath now long been muffled in Clouds, break forth with more re&s;plendent Maje&s;ty; Let that Tree which hath been bound with Fetters budde forth, and be as the great Tree, which &s;preads its branches to the four corners of the earth, in who&s;e branches the Fowls of the Aire do ne&s;t, and under who&s;e &s;hadow the Bea&s;ts of the field do re&s;t them&s;elves. O let all mens hearts, tongues, hands, and prayers, contribute to &s;uch a ble&s;&s;ing; and let it continue from Generation to Generation, till Time &s;hall be no more, and till all the Kings of the Earth &s;hall ca&s;t down their Crowns at the feet of him that is King of Kings, and Lord of Lords: And in the mean time let all good Peo|ple in the pa&s;&s;ionate affections of their Souls cry out,</P>
<CLOSER>God &s;ave King CHARLES the Second.</CLOSER>
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