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<P>A Choak-Peare FOR THE PARLIAMENT.</P>
<LG>
<HEAD>The Peoples thanks to the Parliament.</HEAD>
<L>We thank you <HI>thrice</HI> mo&s;t ble&s;&s;ed Parliament</L>
<L>For your twice three years happy government:</L>
<L>For we enjoy <HI>more</HI> than we did before,</L>
<L>(Though you have Robb'd us of our bloods and &s;tore)</L>
<L>More mi&s;eries, and plagues we have from you,</L>
<L>More Taxes than before we ever knew:</L>
<L>More Wars, more Oaths, jarres, di&s;&s;entions, &s;trifes,</L>
<L>Then we e're knew before in all our lives.</L>
<L>We thank you for them all; And thanks from us</L>
<L>For making of our King &s;o glorious.</L>
<L>We thank you too for &s;hedding of our bloods</L>
<L>We know you'l &s;ay, You did it for our goods.</L>
<L>'Twas for our <HI>goods</HI> indeed, you robb'd us all,</L>
<L>And for your goods we thus conclude your fall.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e cur&s;ed Traytors that would kill their King,</L>
<L>Unto a hanging we will quickly bring.</L>
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<P>Printed at Coleche&s;ter, in the Year 1648.</P>
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<PB N="3" REF="2">
<HEAD>A CHOAK-PEAR FOR THE PARLIAMENT</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>The Parlimaent may now go fiddle,</L>
<L>For <HI>Nol</HI> and <HI>Pom's</HI> cut off by the middle.</L>
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<P>_DROP, Drop ye fruit of perdition, for now ye are ripe for vengeance: Saitmar&s;h I beleeve dyed a Prophet, for he &s;aid God had for&s;aken your bloo|dy Army; and well ob&s;erved, ye have thrive ac|cordingly: How many of your gods a hor&s;e-back are gone of an Emba&s;&s;ie to <HI>Pluto</HI> &s;ince the death of that holy man? Crom|well led the way as if his No&s;e &s;hould have lighted the re&s;t thorow the kingdom of Darkne&s;&s;e, many a hundred have fol|lowed after; Black Tom went about twelve thou and into Kent, and came out about eight thou&s;and, what the devil be|came of the re&s;t? King Cromwel went into Wales nine thou&s;and, and came out &mdash; &mdash;o, what become of them? King Gowty-legs eight thou&s;and before Colche&s;ter, be&s;ides &s;ome re|giments of hor&s;e and foot drawn off from other places; a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">d (&s;etting the Ill-dependants a&s;ide that came to him &s;ince) not above &s;ive thou&s;and of his eight is left alive; King Tom (as I heard from a holy Si&s;ter that newly came from the Leaguer) &s;hot in the guts with a chain bullet, (pray God it be no wor&s;e) by the brave one eyed gunner, which hath made many a
<PB N="4" REF="3">hundred of the Saints eate bullets and &s;hite &s;izgiggs, witne&s;&s;e Shambrook the fire-lock maker in Tower &s;treet. The very &s;ame man it &s;eems hath taken upon him his cure, and hath performed it with much dexterity, by a Pill or two &s;ent to him by that tru&s;ty and fure me&s;&s;enger Mrs Sweet-lips, that &s;el|dome mi&s;carries when &s;he goes of errands to the Saints; But Whalley that hump-back'd Leveller, took great pains to little purpo&s;e, and levelled a Culvering, and fired it him&s;elf at my Lord Gorings Gunner, and (as he thinks) hath killed him, if not, then he is alive: how&s;oever Whalley did his good will, and de&s;erves five hundred pounds out of Sir Charles Lucas his E&s;tate for his good will, and to be made chief quack over the Independent Drakes, that the pretty Ducks of Reformati|on may not want treading, nor whole broods of &s;incear duck|lings to increa&s;e and multiply the number of the Saints &s;o pittifully powdered of late, by that one eyed Malig|nant.</P>
<LG>
<L>Who&s;e clouded bullets, wrapt in &s;moak and fire,</L>
<L>Hath given the Rebels their ju&s;t weed and hire.</L>
</LG>
<P>And now Weymor Ca&s;tle hath larnt of her Counen Pem|brook-up Poyer, for the Round-be&s;iegers perceiving a Fleet of Ships con&s;i&s;ting of about &s;ome Forty Sayle to ride upon the Downs, began to betake them&s;elves to their heeles, and run from it; but finding they were bound toward Callis, they furiou&s;ly returned, and began to &s;hoot like &s;o many feirce Dragons: but they in the Ca&s;tle, placing dry &s;traw and pitch|barrels and di&s;charged &s;ome Grannadoes upon the Ca&s;tle, they lighted therein, and made &s;uch a flame and &s;mother, that the Ronnd-heads began to &s;torm them, thinking the Ca&s;tle had been a fire; the Garri&s;on and Souldiers skreeking out as if they were frightned; crying, Quarter, quarter, quarter; and &s;tuffed a Suit of the Governors with &s;traw, and flung it o|ver the walls, and pre&s;ently &s;et the Gates wide open; which the holy Saints perceiving, ran on them with open mouth
<PB N="5" REF="3">as if they would have eate both them and the Ca&s;tle; but the Garri&s;on cunningly ordered them&s;elves very di&s;creetly, re|ceived them with whole vollies of &s;hot, and killed at lea&s;t four&s;core upon the place, and made the re&s;t of the Saints flie back with a vengeance; as if they had run for their lives, and bid the devil take the hindmo&s;t.</P>
<LG>
<L>As if their mothers had been light heeld wenches,</L>
<L>The&s;e holy Children run, and left their trenches.</L>
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<P>Noble Poyer hath behaved him&s;elf with &s;o much gallantry, Succe&s;&s;e edging his Sword &s;o &s;harp, that with its motion it &s;till gains the Victory; hath rai&s;ed the Seige before Pem|brook, and hath &s;ent &s;everall Companies into Glamorgan|&s;hire and other places, to requite them for their former fa|vours; tho&s;e that e&s;caped, are meerly &s;pirituall men, for they have no more fle&s;h then will ju&s;t cover their bones, and no more cloaths then will ju&s;t cover their fle&s;h, and tho&s;e cloaths they have are made of Independent &s;link-skins, otherwi&s;e called their own taun'd hides: They marched away as theev|i&s;hly as they could, and took no more then what ever they could lay their &s;ingers on: not one among&s;t forty of them was able to bear his Arms, not onely for weakne&s;&s;e, but be|cau&s;e they had them not.</P>
<P>Severall parties are upon pur&s;uit of them in Gloce&s;ter-&s;hire and Shrop-&s;hire, and I make no doubt will quite &s;poyle their plundering: The women where ever they come are frightned with them, taking them to be Spirits.</P>
<P>Her Couzen Jenken-ap-Rice-ap-John have called over all her Pigg-worthies from her Couzen Glendower to Pruit: and have keep her creat Fea&s;t next Saint Taffies Day, and have Common-Prayer &s;aid in her creat hall for all her Victories over the per&s;idious Enemy, the ROUND-HEAD.</P>
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<P>Colche&s;ter is for a certain releived with all Provi&s;ions; three Ships came in laden with Wheat, Rie, Powder, Bullet, and other Ammunition, &s;o that they can hold out for two months, and longer if need be; The 5 of this in&s;tant Sir Charles Lucas i&s;&s;ued out with a thou&s;and foot and three hundred hor&s;e, and &s;uddenly fell upon their guard at the Ea&s;t bridge, &s;urprized them, killed and routed mo&s;t of them, very few of them e|&s;caping, who run away to their main guard; they took three pieces of Ordnance, three hundred armes, and other good booty, and returned into the town without any lo&s;&s;e, onely &s;ome two or three of Sir Charles his men were &s;lightly woun|ded, which made the Saints di&s;ta&s;t the bullets, who pre&s;ently cryed out, Poy&s;on, poy&s;on; and &s;aid by in&s;tinct of the Spirit, they knew that the bullets were rowled in &s;and, and the gun|ner was a devil, &s;ent from the whore of Babylon to torment them before their time; and &s;o they betook them&s;elves to the ditches, to murder their tormenting backbiters, which victory they atchieved with the crack of a nayle, the Spani&s;h pikemen doing excellent &s;ervice, and the fire men by traynes of gun|powder blew up many a thou&s;ands of their enemies, &s;o that they had an ab&s;olute victory, de&s;erving a day of Thank&s;giving at the lea&s;t, throughout the City and all the &s;eparate Congre|gations in England, who are now mu&s;tring with might and main all the forces they can both of hor&s;e and foot, and &s;wear by yea and nay, That before they have done; they will not leave a Cavaleer &s;o much as a rag to cover his nakedne&s;&s;e; but if they &s;hould be as good as their words, we &s;hall have more Si&s;ters come to our Churches than to Conventicles; for I beleeve there are not more letcherous in fatiable clo&s;e whores in the chri&s;tian world than the Shee Ottors of the Separation; but it is in Zeal, and for propogation of the Righteous, and &s;o the more excu&s;able.</P>
<P>And now let me give you of the City a Caveat or two con|cerning the deterring of the Independents from Li&s;ting of hor&s;e and foot: Pray what Presbyter is there among&s;t you &s;o dull and &s;tupid that doth not know, That the Ri&s;e of the Indepen|dent mu&s;t be the fall of your &s;elves; therefore it behoves all
<PB N="7" REF="4">that hate Schi&s;me, and Bla&s;phemy, to u&s;e all po&s;&s;ible meanes to &s;uppre&s;&s;e all publick and private Li&s;ting of hor&s;e and foot, whether under Skippon or any el&s;e what&s;oever; and tho&s;e already Li&s;ted to disband with all po&s;&s;ible &s;peed; who are rai&s;ed mo&s;t by Independents and other ill-affected per&s;ons, more to over-awe and abu&s;e the City, then to protect it.</P>
<P>Next let us con&s;ider how active tho&s;e Independants are in gathering hands, and promoting Petitions, and u&s;ing all de|&s;tructive wayes to hinder a Treaty with the King, doing their utmo&s;t (if they could by any means bring their plots to per|fection) to murder his Maje&s;ty, and cut of his Po&s;terity, de|&s;troy Monarchy, and &s;et up Anarchy, and bring this langui&s;h|ing Kingdom to utter confu&s;ion: for if they &s;hould effect their cur&s;ed de&s;igns (as God forbid) they would never be at quiet, but &s;till warring and &s;triving who &s;hould be the greate&s;t among&s;t them, and who &s;hould have the large&s;t portions, for the Saints are as covetous as the devil, and will have all or none.</P>
<P>How much good would it bring to the Kingdom, if all per|&s;ons would endeavour a Ce&s;&s;ation of Armes in all parts of the Kingdom untill &s;uch time the Treaty be ended, and after|wards a totall Disbanding of all Armies what&s;oever.</P>
<LG>
<L>So long as Ravening Souldiers on us Prey,</L>
<L>We mu&s;t look for Peace the clean contrary way.</L>
</LG>
<P>There is a report that four thou&s;and men are landed within &s;even miles of Coleche&s;ter, I cannot beleeve it; but yet it may be truth; for the Prince of Wales is at Sea with &s;ix thou&s;and foot Souldiers, and yet is as yet uncertain where he intends to Land, &s;ome &s;ay North wards, others doth beleeve he will land Ea&s;tward.</P>
<LG>
<L>Whether on the Ea&s;tern or the Northern &s;hore,</L>
<L>He quickly will have twenty thou&s;and more.</L>
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<P>Harry Martin is &s;o pocky hot this weather, that all his hair comes off of his head, and his Coach &s;arves for no other u&s;e but to carry his brace of damnations to the Style-yard, to add feuel to his lu&s;t, and he like a Parliament leacher, (for the ea&s;e of his bones) ambles after in a Sedan, and in this &s;tate he goes to the Lower bawdy Hou&s;e in the forenoone, and to the up|per hou&s;e to bath his lu&s;t in the afternoon, and at night to his adulterate bed of foul incontinency.</P>
<P>A Committee cho&s;en by both Hou&s;es to con&s;ider with a Committee of the Common-Councel of the City (on purpo&s;e to prolong time till they have butchered more of his Maje&s;ties loyall Subjects) to juggle with the people, and make them beleeve they intend a Per&s;onal Treaty with his Maje&s;tie on purpo&s;e to &s;tave them off, whil&s;t they have hatched their Cockatrice egges in the Army, and then, No more addre&s;&s;es, No more Me&s;&s;ages: They are weary it &s;eems of &s;itting at we&s;t|min&s;ter, and now would adjourn into the Cittie upon condi|tion the City will &s;ecure them: I hope my Couzens the Cuc|kolds will have the wit to &s;ecure them, and make them an&s;wer to the Law too. But now I think on it, the Round heads are as guilty as any of the jugglers, knaves, fools and mad-men of We&s;tmin&s;ter, and will agree to any thing they propound, be it never &s;o contrary to rea&s;on or &s;en&s;e: But Harry Veine, Ven, and their brethren would have my Couzens make a Para|phra&s;e or Expo&s;ition upon certain words and phra&s;es that the Saints under&s;tood not before, as where it is &s;aid, That they would defend His Maje&s;ties Royall Per&s;on, and the Parliament during the Treaty, according to their Covenant.</P>
<P>But hence ri&s;e the offence, The City would defend his Ma|je&s;ties Per&s;on before the Parliament, or would defend the King and not the Parliament, or defend the King after the Treaty, if they &s;hould not agree; But the City mu&s;t engage for&s;ooth to deliver up the Per&s;on of the King to them, if they &s;hall not agree; and then to Pri&s;on again, to a remore &s;ecret place, that Rolf may do his office.</P>
<LG>
<L>El&s;e at the la&s;t we might have hope to &s;ee,</L>
<L>Our Yoakes pull'd off, and our good King &s;et free.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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