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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<P>The Levellers levell'd.</P>
<P>OR, The Independents Con&s;piracie to root out Monarchie. AN INTERLUDE: Written by <HI>Mercurius Pragmaticus.</HI></P>
<LG>
<L>No <HI>King,</HI> the <HI>Levellers</HI> do crie,</L>
<L>Let <HI>Charles</HI> impeached be;</L>
<L>And for his con&s;cience let him die,</L>
<L>When (hey boyes) up go we.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wee'll have no <HI>Ruler, Lord,</HI> or <HI>Peere,</HI></L>
<L>O're us for to command:</L>
<L>Wee'l levell all alike, we &s;weare,</L>
<L>And kill tho&s;e that with&s;tand.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Bring forth the <HI>King,</HI> chop off his <HI>Head,</HI></L>
<L>We ne're our wi&s;h &s;hall gaine,</L>
<L>Till we upon his trunk do tread,</L>
<L>His <HI>Blood</HI> mu&s;t wa&s;h our &s;taine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Roome for the&s;e <HI>Traitors,</HI> now they come</L>
<L>To act upon the Stage:</L>
<L>Strike up lowd mu&s;ick, Fife and Drum,</L>
<L>For <HI>Tumults, War,</HI> and <HI>Strage.</HI></L>
</LG>
<Q>Nemo me impun&egrave; lace&s;&s;it.</Q>
<P>Printed in the Yeere 1647.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="prologue">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>THE PROLOGUE, Spoken by <HI>Mercurius Pragmaticus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I That have la&s;ht ba&s;e Traytors to the bone,</L>
<L>Have whipt ambition, pride, and &s;pared none;</L>
<L>Plaid the Man-Midwifes part, and with my pen</L>
<L>Have dig'd the eyes out of rebellions men:</L>
<L>And with my keen-edg'd Mu&s;e (gone thorow &s;titch)</L>
<L>Squeez'd out the bowells o'th Genevah Witch;</L>
<L>Have prov'd the mon&s;trous children of the State</L>
<L>Ignobly born, and illegitimate,</L>
<L>Now flie, and higher pitch; and on the Stage</L>
<L>Pre&s;ent to view the Mon&s;ters of the Age,</L>
<L>The&s;e &s;onnes of Belial, you mu&s;t onely read;</L>
<L>And yet this Play was acted once indeed:</L>
<L>Whether I fall or ri&s;e, thus I conclude,</L>
<L>I &s;hall be fam'd above the multitude.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<LIST>
<HEAD>PERSONS.</HEAD>
<ITEM><LIST>
<HEAD>The five Adjutators, or Levellers.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Apo&s;ta&s;ie,</ITEM>
<ITEM>Con&s;piracie,</ITEM>
<ITEM>Treacherie,</ITEM>
<ITEM>Democracie,</ITEM>
<ITEM>Impietie,</ITEM>
</LIST></ITEM>
<ITEM>Englands Genius.</ITEM>
<ITEM><LIST>
<HEAD>Two Independent Mini&s;ters.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Regicide,</ITEM>
<ITEM>Patricide,</ITEM>
</LIST></ITEM>
<ITEM>Orlotto, or <HI>Lillie</HI> the Almanack-maker.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Chorus.</ITEM>
<ITEM>A Souldier.</ITEM>
<ITEM>A Woman.</ITEM>
<ITEM>A Servant.</ITEM>
</LIST>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB N="1" REF="2">
<LG>
<HEAD>To my Soveraigne Lord <HI>Charles</HI> (who maugre the fury of the Levellers, is yet) by the grace of God, of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland King, and (futra for their &s;landerous imputations) Defender of the true, ancient, catholike, and Apo&s;tolike Faith, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HEAD>
<L>DRead Lord, even the apple of Gods eye,</L>
<L><HI>Je&s;&s;es</HI> great &s;onne did ta&s;t adver&s;ity,</L>
<L>Though that his Subjects ro&s;e not, yet his Sonne</L>
<L>Stir'd up his people to rebellion:</L>
<L>And this mo&s;t damn'd in&s;urre<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">tion 'gain&s;t thee</L>
<L>Is but a &s;econd <HI>Ab&s;aloni&s;me:</HI></L>
<L>But here's the difference, their ba&s;e de&s;ire</L>
<L>Was to inthrone the Sonne, dive&s;t the Sire.</L>
<L>But the&s;e hell-hounds, their utmo&s;t doe a&s;&s;ay,</L>
<L>To make both Father, and the Sonne away,</L>
<L>Hiding the face of their mo&s;t black de&s;igne</L>
<L>Under a vizard Lu&s;trious, and Divine;</L>
<L>So like the fiend, when he appeares to &s;ight</L>
<L>Refulgent, like an Angell of the light,</L>
<L>Do they di&s;gui&s;e them&s;elves, unto the rude,</L>
<L>And many headed Bea&s;t, the Multitude,</L>
<L>Who now have found their errour, and repent</L>
<L>That ere they tru&s;ted to a Parliament.</L>
<L>But now their hands are ti'd, their &s;trengh is gone,</L>
<L>And they are va&s;&s;alized every one:</L>
<L>The knot of the State Mountebankes they cur&s;e,</L>
<L>And of their ba&s;ene&s;&s;e make their whole d&s;cour&s;e.</L>
<L>The names do &s;tinke of <HI>Hollis, Pym,</HI> and <HI>Strowd,</HI></L>
<L>And now <HI>Give us our King,</HI> they call aloud:</L>
<L>But there's a <HI>Remora,</HI> the pack of traytors,</L>
<L>A bed of &s;nakes congeal'd, the <HI>Adjutators</HI></L>
<L>Reply, you mu&s;t not yet enjoy that good</L>
<L>The earth a &s;econd time mu&s;t drinke their bloud:</L>
<L>We will be Kings, which we &s;hall never be</L>
<L>Le&s;t CHARLES be &s;ent unto Eternitie:</L>
<PB N="2" REF="3">
<L>Therefore upon the eleventh of November</L>
<L>He breathes his la&s;t, an Independent member</L>
<L>Shall cut his thread of life in twaine, (tis well)</L>
<L>This good we owe to <HI>Peters</HI> and to <HI>Dell.</HI></L>
<L>But thou, our deare&s;t Lord ha&s;t &s;cap'd the net,</L>
<L>The which tho&s;e bloudy hunt&s;men for thee &s;et:</L>
<L>And forc'd for &s;afety to withdraw a while,</L>
<L>Into a nooke of thy divided I&s;le:</L>
<L>Live there, and &s;ee thine enemies to fall</L>
<L>By their owne Engine; and mean time we all</L>
<L>Will pray to thy pre&s;erver, to po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Thy Royall &s;oule with peace, and happine&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER>So prayes, <SIGNED>your Maje&s;ties mo&s;t humble and dutifull Subject, Mercurius Pragmaticus.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
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<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<HEAD>The Levellers level'd: <HI>Or,</HI> The Jndpen|dents Con&s;piracie to root out Monarchie.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Act 1. Scene 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Confu&s;ed Mu&s;ick: Enter <HI>Englands Genius.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<P>WOe is me, where &s;hall I &s;eek for &s;afety? the murmur|ing Drums, and brazen Trumpets deafe my eares, no|thing is heard but &s;hreikes of murdered men, <HI>Bellona</HI> rides in triumph ore dead men, her hor&s;es wa&s;h their feet in humane bloud, rebellious hands are every where imployed to root out Loyalty: harke, me thinkes I &s;ee them grapple hand to hand, and are now in the field,</P>
<LG>
<L>Where Lightning rai&s;eth it &s;elfe to the Skies,</L>
<L>The earth &s;hines round with Armour, &s;ounds doe ri&s;e</L>
<PB N="3" REF="3">
<L>By men forc'd under feet: wounded with noi&s;e</L>
<L>The hills to heaven reverberate their voice.</L>
</LG>
<P>Into what nook or angle &s;hall I fly to gain a little re&s;pite? Cur&s;t be the traytors that cry out, <HI>no Peace,</HI> let <HI>Samp&s;ons</HI> tai|led me&s;&s;engers beare hence the&s;e fatall Fire-brands to &s;ome other &s;oile, or let them make their way to their owne hou&s;es, there con&s;ume, deva&s;t their hou&s;es, and their granaries; let all their &s;onnes run mad, and trace the &s;treets like frantick <HI>Bacchanalls,</HI> and while they there &s;eek for refuge, be cut of by the all devouring &s;word. Let them be &s;laves and labour at the mill, and let their wives and daughters beg, let them be ravi&s;ht fir&s;t, then &s;lain; Let ba&s;ene&s;&s;e be intaild upon their name, too firme for all recovery: the&s;e are the Devills that do grin at Heaven, and jeer all Lawes, both Morall and Divine. The red, and white Ro&s;e &s;trove for Soveraignty, but the&s;e conte&s;t to &s;et up Anarchy, confu&s;ion, and the wor&s;t of ills that Envy can imagine; thunder, great <HI>Jove,</HI> upon the&s;e traytors heads, that like cur&s;t <HI>Lucifer,</HI> and his rebell troops, dare bid defiance to thy face,</P>
<LG>
<L>While I into &s;ome hollow cave do run,</L>
<L>And cur&s;e the hell-hounds that this warr begun.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<STAGE>Drum within beating a March.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Exit Genius.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Apo&s;ta&s;ie, Treachery, Con&s;piracie, Democracie &amp; Impiety.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stand.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Trech.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give the word there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stand.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thus far we are victorious my Cohorts, crown we our heads now with triumphant Bayes, for England now is ours: Couragious <HI>Rupert, Hopton, Glemham</HI> and the re&s;t, we have brought to the ground; we have not left a loyall Dog alive; all's ours, all's ours: tho&s;e fooles that &s;ay I am apo&s;tated from my fir&s;t principles, know not what honour meanes, or what 'tis to be great:</P>
<LG>
<L>Ile &s;ell my King, my Countrey and my &s;oule,</L>
<L>To be one of tho&s;e rule without controule.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Trech.</SPEAKER>
<P>And would the Sophies of the State not tremble? were but our bre&s;ts tran&s;parent, they might view their pictures &s;tab'd with ponyards, and each killing a Member in his heart: Can they imagine tho&s;e that have rebell'd again&s;t their Sove|raigne for ambitious ends will yeeld them homage: no, they were the &s;tone that pa&s;ht K. <HI>Charles</HI> to peeces, and with the
<PB N="4" REF="4"> &s;ame wee'l grinde them unto powder. Me thinks I &s;ee them tottering on their &s;eats, now that our hands are &s;hrunk from their &s;upportance: &s;ink till you &s;ee hells bottome, while we ri&s;e high in honours compa&s;&s;ed with plea&s;ures. Who'd care to &s;ee the world burn round about him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con.</SPEAKER>
<P>Which to effect, 'twere be&s;t we &s;trengthned our de&s;igne by entring into &s;olemne covenant: heres <HI>Ca|talines</HI> Effigie; if you intend to pro&s;ecute your wi&s;hes through blood and vengeance, &amp; to reach your glories maugre the furie of the world, &s;weare by this &s;acred Relique.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Pulls forth a Picture.</STAGE>
<STAGE>They lay their hands upon the pi|cture.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omnes.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t religiou&s;ly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con.</SPEAKER>
<P>By the fam'd memorie of this brave &s;pirit, that once made Rome to tremble at his nod, who took the horrid Sacrament in blood to levell her proud battlements, &s;weare not to lay down armes till King <HI>Charles</HI> be &s;ent to the invi&s;ible land, till all Lawes are repealed and abrogated, <HI>meum</HI> and <HI>tuum</HI> on pain of death not me<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">tioned.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omnes.</SPEAKER>
<P>We &s;weare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>So; now we may be open to each other, now <HI>Charles</HI> his Crowne &s;hall be ours, and we will &s;hare it: to attain which 'twere be&s;t to &s;tirre the people, tho&s;e ravenous Kites will flock to any prey; we mu&s;t make them our &s;tilts on which we walk, and burn them in the end to warm us: we mu&s;t propo&s;e them more immunities, tell them they hitherto have been abus'd ba&s;e|ly by Kings, but wor&s;e by their Tru&s;tees: a Declaration &s;hall be fram'd forthwith, inciting them at once to joyn with us for ENGLANDS FREEDOME, &amp; the SOULDIERS RIGHTS.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demo.</SPEAKER>
<P>The plot is laid as I would wi&s;h, this to effect, we will depo&s;e our Generall, he is not mad enough to be our Guide, we can create a new one with a word; <HI>John,</HI> Legi&s;lative <HI>John</HI> &s;hall be our Captain. And 'cau&s;e he famous <HI>John of Ley|don</HI> imitates, we henceforth will him <HI>John of London</HI> call: but this we mu&s;t not yet divulge, but let the choake peare hang till it be rip<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">r: he that doth fi&s;h for the rude multitude, mu&s;t ca&s;t forth golden nets, &s;ome rare unwonted liberty, which we de|clare <Q>to be our native Rights, and therefore are agreed and re&s;olv'd to maintain them with our utmo&s;t po&s;&s;ibilities, a|gain&s;t
<PB N="5" REF="4"> all oppo&s;itions what&s;oever, being compelled thereto, not only by the example of our Ance&s;tors, who&s;e bloud was often &s;pent in vain, for the recovery of their freedoms, &s;uffe|ring them&s;elves through fraudulent accomodations to be de|luded of their victories, but al&s;o by our owne wofull experi|ence; who having long expected, and deeply earned the e|&s;tabli&s;hment of tho&s;e certain rules of government which wee propound, and yet are made to depend for their &s;ettle|ment and freedom, upon him that intended our bondage, and brought a cruell warr upon us.</Q></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Imp.</SPEAKER>
<P>You meane the King, whom we will now call to ac|count, we cannot be &s;ecure while he doth live.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of that we will debate when we next meet in Coun&s;ell, in the mean time, give it out, that we intend to give the people freedom, to Levell the inclo&s;ures of Nobilty, Gen|try and property, and make all even: now let the Genius that did wait upon grim <HI>Spartacus,</HI> de&s;perate <HI>Cethegus,</HI> and fell <HI>Cu|taline,</HI> prompt us to action, and till we have &s;et up our Oligar|chie, no peace to England.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omnes.</SPEAKER>
<P>No peace.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let Regicide and Patricide be &s;ent for: from their two heads we will di&s;till a juice &s;tronger then <HI>Stibium,</HI> baneful|ler then Hemlock.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Trech.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis then concluded that K. <HI>Charles</HI> mu&s;t die, His bloud di&s;&s;olves the Engli&s;h Monarchie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's in to coun&s;ell; for I long to &s;ee The fir&s;t Scene acted of this Tragedie.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt Con&s;pirators.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Pragmaticus</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prag.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Infernall Firebrands, whom the very teares</L>
<L>Of groaning England, while &s;he mourning weares,</L>
<L>Cannot allay: Nor yet the bleeding veins</L>
<L>Of de&s;parate Ireland, which even now remaines</L>
<L>A very Golgotha, cannot a&s;&s;wage,</L>
<L>Whole Babes, the earne&s;t of another age,</L>
<L>Ta&s;te of your &s;alvage cour&s;es, and doe ly</L>
<L>The Lambe-like Martirs of their cruelty.</L>
<L>Let <HI>Catesby, Piercy,</HI> and that bloudy knot</L>
<PB N="6" REF="5">
<L>Be Sainted now, or el&s;e at lea&s;t forgot,</L>
<L>And let the&s;e vipers vindicate their crimes,</L>
<L>In every Almanack for after-times.</L>
<L>O damn'd Projectors, whether will ye run,</L>
<L>Having u&s;urp'd the Chariot of the Sun,</L>
<L>You drive amaine till all about is hurld,</L>
<L>And your ba&s;e folly fires our Engli&s;h world.</L>
<L>O England, do&s;t thou yet want eyes to &s;ee</L>
<L>How many Rogues are digging graves for thee?</L>
<L>Doth not thy very heart con&s;ume with paine,</L>
<L>When thou con&s;idere&s;t thy Soveraigne</L>
<L>Even with chaines unto the earth is held,</L>
<L>His &s;ufferings being unparalleld?</L>
<L>See&s;t thou not his Religious con&s;tancy,</L>
<L>His patience, care, and zealous piety,</L>
<L>And can&s;t thou &s;till give credit to the&s;e Elves,</L>
<L>Who &s;uck thy bloud for to make fat them&s;elves?</L>
<L>The&s;e Hippocrites clothed with holy zeale</L>
<L>Are thy obnoxious Fates, de&s;troy thy weale,</L>
<L>They are meere out&s;ides, have an holy tone,</L>
<L>Yet, are but Devills masked every one:</L>
<L>Their in&s;ides full of murther, lu&s;t and pride,</L>
<L>Sacriledge, trea&s;on, and all ills be&s;ide.</L>
<L>For &s;hame then &s;it not &s;till untill you be</L>
<L>Struck dead, and throwne to hells profunditie.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit</STAGE>
<TRAILER>The end of the fir&s;t Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Act 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Regicide</HI> and <HI>Patricide.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Regicide.</SPEAKER>
<P>ANd are they &s;till &s;o fooli&s;h to implore his poore a&s;&s;i&s;tance, who's their pri&s;oner, their va&s;&s;all, made &s;o by the chance of warre, a cake of ice, whom with their breath they may di&s;&s;olve to nothing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="7" REF="5">
<SPEAKER>Patri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Commi&s;&s;ioners (for&s;ooth) are now imployed to move him yet to &s;igne the <HI>PROPOSITIONS:</HI> Now by the happy I&s;&s;ue that I wi&s;h to all our Plots, I grieve to &s;ee their vainne&s;&s;e and &s;upercillious folly; is't not in them for to degrade him? doth the bare empty name of King affright them? O I'm mad, &s;tarke mad with rages&mdash;it mu&s;t be &s;o, we will remove this block that &s;o choakes up our pa&s;&s;age.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Regi.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Sic e&s;t in &s;atis,</HI> how Lord-like &s;hall wee reigne when hee's re|mov'd; I that have far'd &s;o well cau&s;ing him troubles &s;hall fare much better, having caus'd his death; then I and thee will become the Arch|flamins of this Age, the Metropollitans of our new Anarchy; nor wine nor women will we want, &s;pending whole dayes and nights in luxury, (the world knowes <HI>PETERS</HI> ever lov'd a whore) therefore twill bee no novell newes to them: the pit pat Blacke-coats &s;hall not date to &s;peake &s;ave what we &s;hall pre&s;cribe, them that lived cor<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ell, that once dur&s;t affront me. yea, bang me backe and &s;ide, for that I ta&s;ted of his wife and mutton his mutton and his wife &s;hall amply ta&s;te of &s;orrow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Patri.</SPEAKER>
<P>As little Love will I &s;hew unto <HI>LOVE</HI> my ancient antagoni&s;t, who thwarted mee even in the Temple before our Senators, bidding de|fiance to my utmo&s;t Acts: O the brave times that we may injoy, Saturns golden Age was a meer hell to what we &s;hall injoy! O the &s;weet di&s;|courtes, on Capon and Cocke <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 word">, the halcion dayes that wee are now in hope of make us to vaunt too lowd&mdash;but what's the newes a|broad? how doth it fare with the mixt multitude, I meane the <HI>ARMY,</HI> how doe the Lin&s;ey Wool&s;ey men at <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter,</HI> that medly of decre|pid age and youth agree in their de&s;ires.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Regi.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll for the Kingdome, but mo&s;t well for us, the Army have al|ready purg'd out all that are not of their Faction; the Adjutators of five Regiments, Apo&s;tacy, Con&s;piracy, Treachery and Impiety have broke the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ce to our De&s;igne, and op't a gap for Liberty to enter; &s;ever'd them&s;elves from their Coleagues, drawn up a manife&s;to to the Kingdom, divulg'd that they intend to purcha&s;e ab&s;olute freedom, and break in &s;un|der the heavy yoake of Kings, and as per&s;waded of a happy I&s;&s;ue, that all the Vulgar will joyne as one man, they call it an <HI>AGREEMENT OF THE PEOPLE.</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter a Souldier.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Regi.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;peakes thy ha&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soul.</SPEAKER>
<P>I come from the high and mighty States of <HI>Putney,</HI> who by me doe de&s;ire the in&s;tant pre&s;&s;ence bout matters of import.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Patri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Returne our &s;ervice, and that we will waite on um. <HI>Sol,</HI> to night. <HI>Regi,</HI> This night. <HI>Sol,</HI> I &s;hall inform them &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Exit Souldie.)</STAGE>
<SP>
<PB N="8" REF="6">
<SPEAKER>Patri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, what think&s;t thou hath brought forth this ha&s;ty Sum|mons?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Regi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Something in Agitation on my life that doth concerne our pre|&s;ent Interre&s;ts; for my part I'm re&s;olv'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Patri.</SPEAKER>
<P>The like am I, to bring to pa&s;&s;e what I intend or did.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Regi.</SPEAKER>
<P>I like thy re&s;olution, flag not my wings; Ple &s;oare aloft, over the trunkes of Kings.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter Pragmaticus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<LG>
<L>THus doe the&s;e Wolves con&s;ult, combine,</L>
<L>To root out all that is Divine;</L>
<L>The five State&s;-men of Turnum-Green</L>
<L>Now care not, though their Acts are &s;een;</L>
<L>They v<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">w for to kill <HI>CHARLES</HI> their Lord,</L>
<L>And levell all men by the &s;word;</L>
<L>And to them&s;elves, they doe propo&s;e</L>
<L>Another Leader &s;hould be cho&s;e;</L>
<L>They will new mold both Church and State,</L>
<L>Be to the People as their fate,</L>
<L>And not looke <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 span"></L>
<L>Their &s;trange confu&s;ed Anarchee</L>
<L>Erected; and on waxen wings:</L>
<L>Soare 'bove all &s;ublunary things,</L>
<L>Th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1+ letters"> to effect, <HI>PETERS</HI> and <HI>DELL,</HI></L>
<L>Leacherous Jew, treacherous Infideli,</L>
<L>De&s;ired are to give their doome,</L>
<L>And what &s;hall of their King become;</L>
<L>By Poi&s;on &s;ome, &s;ome by &s;urprize</L>
<L>Would have him fall each doth devi&s;e</L>
<L>A way of death; yet while they &s;tand</L>
<L>Co<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;ulting, he e&s;cap<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">s their hand.</L>
<L>O Trea&s;on of the wor&s;t Intent,</L>
<L>Such as Ravill<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ack never meant.</L>
<L>Religion both &s;ides do pretend,</L>
<L>But either to a different end;</L>
<L>They out of zeale would reare their owne,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e out of zeale would pull all downe;</L>
<L>O ble&s;&s;e us from both, but yet compare</L>
<L><HI>Faux</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">n the vault, the&s;e in the Chaire;</L>
<PB N="9" REF="6">
<L>Though 'twas an un&s;ucce&s;&s;efull &s;in,</L>
<L>Fixt tho&s;e without, wor&s;e are within.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Exit Prag.)</STAGE>
<TRAILER>The end of the &s;econd Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Actus Tertius.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter ORIOTO, or LILLIE, with a Iacobs &s;tafe, a Globe and Booke.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lil.</SPEAKER>
<P>IF w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">e ob&s;erve the middle time of this Eclip&s;e or full Moone, &s;hee defluxeth from the oppo&s;ition of the Sunne, to the Conjunction of Saturne and immediately after to the oppo&s;ition of Venus, and then to the oppo&s;ition of Mercurie, who is the chiefe and domineering Plannet in the Eclip&s;e:&mdash;here's no body&mdash;I laugh to thinke how queintly I deceive the credulous world, by making them believe &s;trange things: they come to me is to &s;ome Oracle, to be re&s;olv'd of doubts; and by my Soplu&s;trie I &s;o delude them, that they returne contented and admiring; and I that know not whether Ptolomy were man or hor&s;e, am counted Englands Arch-A&s;trologer; yet &s;ome e&s;teem me but a jugling wizard, one made up of tautologies and barbari&s;me, and this all would confe&s;&s;e knew they my windings, how I deceived the rare and gallant Lady, Faire Arnabella Scroope, giving her to my friend John How of Lincolns-Inne: the &s;tory thus, The Gentleman ingratiates him&s;elfe into the favour of this Lady, comes to me for advice, (and introth) craves &s;ome unlawfull helpes to gaine her; large promi&s;es hee made mee in ca&s;e I brought his wi&s;h to pa&s;&s;e, gave a round &s;umme in hand, and &s;ince I knew my owne unablene&s;&s;e (to compa&s;&s;e it by Art) I did re&s;olve to act by pollicy, and to that end advi&s;ed him to breake his minde unto &s;ome tru&s;tie friend, one whom he dur&s;t rely on, he to per&s;wade the Lady Arnabella to come to me, to be re&s;olv'd 'bout &s;ome horary que&s;tion, and who &s;hould be her hu&s;|band (for at this time two gallant Lords were Suitors to her) this was ef|fected, the young Lady comes to me as to &s;ome Prophet; I told her that &s;he &s;hould not marry (for direfull plagues would follow) either of tho&s;e young Lords, but another Gentleman, whom de&s;tinie and my skill poin|ted at, of &s;uch a &s;tature, haire and habited; and for her better &s;atisfaction in the point, wi&s;ht her to go into Spring-Garden, and at the end of &s;uch a walke &s;he &s;hould meet him ordained to be her husband, and if fhee married him, &s;he &s;hould be the mo&s;t fortunate woman in the world, if not the mo&s;t happy under Heaven: Mr. How in the interim is very punctu|all, and ob&s;erved his directions to a haire, clad in the &s;ame habit which I
<PB N="10" REF="7"> had bid him weare, meets the betrayed Lady, the appearance wherof &s;o amazed and bewitched her, that even through feare of fighting 'gain&s;t the &s;tarr, &s;he yeelds to marry him, her fortune being no le&s;&s;e then 2500 l. per annum, by this device I gain'd an hundred pieces but now a de&s;pe|rate part I undertake, the Adjutators of five Regiments have &s;ent to crave my skill, and doe de&s;ire I would by art re&s;olve them, whether their Plots will thrive and take effect, as if I knew what fate attends on things; but I mu&s;t plea&s;e the fooles and &s;peake them faire, tell them the motions of the Heavens foretell lucky events to all their undertakings, as in my Alminackes I u&s;e to &s;ay, when I cologue with them at We&s;t|min&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter a Servant.</STAGE>
<SP>
<P>Sir, &s;ir here's a woman that has lo&s;t &s;ome goods, her maid is run away, and carried with her &s;ix &s;ilver &s;poones, a paire of holland &s;heets, with di|vers napkins.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Admit her, Would you good Woman, ought with me,</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Woman,</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wom.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir, &s;omethings of mine are &s;tolne, by whom your man inform'd you: I do de&s;ire Sir, that by art you'l tell where the wench is, that I may pro&s;ecute her, and here's a good Angell Sir to guard you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lil.</SPEAKER>
<P>When were they lo&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wom.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ye&s;ternight Sir, about three a clock in the morning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me &s;ee the fir&s;t Saturne, the &s;econd Mars, the third Mercu|rie; Mercurie is a Thiefe; Woman, thy goods were &s;tollen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wom.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Lord Sir, yes indeed were they.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lil.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Countrey-woman was your Servant?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wom.</SPEAKER>
<P>Glamorgan&s;hire Sir, and a friend of mine that lately came from thence told me he met her on the way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give me the Map of Brittaine, let mee &s;ee England, Scotland, Wales, Brecknock&s;hire, Hereford&s;hire, Glamorgan&s;hire,&mdash;I &s;ee her&mdash;I &s;ee her, &s;he has a packe under her arme, my art tels mee Mi&s;tres &s;hee's gone downe to her friends, there you may find her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wom.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thanke you Sir, may Heaven increa&s;e your art.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit Wom.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lil&punc;</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, ha, ha. Thus do I by my knavi&s;h art</P>
<P>Get more, than he that acts an hone&s;t part.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter Pragmaticus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<LG>
<L>THis is the &s;lave hath wounded <HI>England</HI> more</L>
<L>Then the Committees, &s;at at Gold&s;mihs hall;</L>
<L>Then the Exci&s;e, ne're heard of before</L>
<L>Then our State Sophies (and the Devill and all)</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="11" REF="7">
<L>He &s;till hath told (by gue&s;&s;e) the Rebels &s;hould</L>
<L>In the end beate the Royall Party downe,</L>
<L>And hath pre&s;umed to foretell (for Gold)</L>
<L>That they &s;hould make a prize of <HI>Charles</HI> his Crowne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Traytours, even ready for to &s;inke</L>
<L>Like drowning men, tooke hold of his weake &s;tay,</L>
<L>And once againe recovered the brinke,</L>
<L>And &s;o e&s;cap't the Whirle-poole of decay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now in triumph through the &s;treets are borne,</L>
<L>Trampling upon all tho&s;e that Loyall are,</L>
<L>And at poore <HI>Englands</HI> mi&s;eries do &s;corne,</L>
<L>While King, and Peoples Lands they 'mong&s;t them &s;hare.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For them both Land and Seas are &s;earcht, the Skies</L>
<L>Cannot afford them foule enough (they make)</L>
<L>All that is <HI>Englands</HI> Trea&s;ure, lawfull prize,</L>
<L>Killing tho&s;e that the lea&s;t re&s;i&s;tance make.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For now with Lucifer, their raigne being &s;hort,</L>
<L>They rage extreamely, and bla&s;pheme gain&s;t heaven:</L>
<L>But now the Traytors want their chiefe &s;upport,</L>
<L>Their props are all pul'd forth, their Rocke is riven.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
<TRAILER>The end of the third Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Actus Quartus.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter the</HI> LEVELLERS, Apo&s;tacie, Con&s;piracie, Treacherie, Democracie, Impietie, JOHN OF LONDON, Regicide, Patricide, <HI>&amp; cum nova partu.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>NOw to the point of the bu&s;ine&s;&s;e; how doth our Printed Papers take?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con.</SPEAKER>
<P>As well as heart can thinke, the people &s;wallow them amaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Treach.</SPEAKER>
<P>But what meanes &s;hall we u&s;e to draw the re&s;t of the Army on our &s;ide? It will be hard for us alone to bring to pa&s;&s;e our great de&s;ign, without there be joint con&s;ent of all, we run a de&s;perate hazzard.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rege.</SPEAKER>
<P>For that my Brother <HI>Patricide,</HI> and I have &s;o well dealt, that the whole Army at next Rendevou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">, re&s;olve for to declare for <HI>Anarchy,</HI> and live and dye with us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="12" REF="8">
<SPEAKER>Patri.</SPEAKER>
<P>For to depo&s;e their timerous Generall, who &s;eemes to be a|ver&s;e to &s;uch de&s;ignes terming them wicked and to be abhorr'd</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Impiety.</SPEAKER>
<P>But here's our Noble <HI>John,</HI> whom wee'l elect to be our Captaine Generall to guide us through all difficult adventures and actions <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 word"> to be atchieved.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>John&punc;</SPEAKER>
<P>Wee'l cut our &s;afety through their Coates of Steele, and write our Lawes (as <HI>Draco</HI> did) in bloud: I that have dar'd for to encounter<NOTE PLACE="marg"><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 span"></NOTE> death&punc; when Leggs and Armes did quarrell in the Aire, &s;hot off from mai<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 chunk"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 span"> and hewed my pa&s;&s;age through an ho&s;t of Royalli&s;ts, have been a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 word"> Traytour again&s;t my Prince, and &s;tood as &s;ole Antagoni&s;t <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 span"> will lead you Gentlemen through all a&s;&s;aies, and make my way with fire and vinegar over the frozen Alpes of <HI>Highgate</HI> Hill, nor put my Armour off till I do &s;trike my Sword on <HI>London</HI>-&s;tone, and be proclaimed Lord of <HI>London.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thy re&s;olution is magnanimous and worthy thy great &s;elfe re|nowned <HI>Hero,</HI> but yet let us joyne Policie with &s;trength, and do our be&s;t to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ring our Cohorts in, we are yet but an handfull if compar'd with tho&s;e va&s;t Legions that may joyne with us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hame to heare you <HI>run &s;o ra&s;hly on without con&s;ideration, and &s;ell the Foxes skin ere he is taken;</HI> know you not that King <HI>Charles</HI> doth live, he that &s;ixe yeares maintained feirce War again&s;t us, and did His ut|mo&s;t to race out our names from under heaven, is He not now at <HI>Hamp|ton-Court</HI> re&s;pected like a King, and yet in hope once more to gra&s;pe the Scepter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Trech.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis true&punc; and while he is we cannot be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Impi.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is the run unbia&s;&s;es our Boules be the ground never &s;o Levell, and while He breaths we are not &s;ure of life.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is there no one that dares put forth his hand, and gall His vitall thread?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Regi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, here &s;tands one, that for his Nations good and for the pro|mulgation of the Go&s;pell dares hew downe that tall Cedar.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>John.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doo't <HI>Regicide,</HI> and be renowned for ever, Po&s;terity &s;hall &s;o|lemnize thy name in Songs unto the Timbrill, the Virgins of our Land &s;hall decke thy head with Anadems of flowers, and thou fill up a Page in the Callender.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Regi.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Patricide</HI> and I will undertake to do it, yet will not act the blou|dy deed our &s;elves, our Mini&s;teriall Coate prohibits that, but we will &s;ee it done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con.</SPEAKER>
<P>What meanes &s;hall we provide?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Trech.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hold it be&s;t by poy&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="13" REF="8">
<SPEAKER>Ioh.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is too wary what he eateth, it mu&s;t be by a&s;&s;ault.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">h.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now I thinke on't, tomorrow he rides forth on hunting; about the time that he &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ts out Ile lay an ambu&s;h in &s;ome covert place, and with an hundred bold adven|tros Blades, &s;urpr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ze his per&s;on, beare him thence to &s;ome place that's farre remote, there keep h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">m clogg'd with Irons, till we take order for his death.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Regi.</SPEAKER>
<P>And yet meane time, if opportunity will aptly aid us wee'll &s;ave you &s;o much laour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ioh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thanks to you all for your kinde choice of mee; now to your &s;everall Regi|ments, you kn<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">w tomo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">row is a bu&s;ie day; and with the re&s;t o' the Army you mu&s;t meet <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 span">, where I will be, but in a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 word"> manner, where if the re&s;t joyne with us, <HI>Futra,</HI> for all our Foes; He make the Hou&s;e of Lords hor&s;e one another, while I doe la&s;h their Buttocks, the Presbyters &s;hall peepe through Pillories, and he that hath mo&s;t money prove mo&s;t mi&s;erable: Come on, and let's away,</P>
<L>My &s;oule doth long to &s;ee the di&s;mall day.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt Omaes.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter PRAGMATIC&V;S.</STAGE>
<SP>
<LG>
<L>The cur&s;ed trap is laid, the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">oile is &s;et</L>
<L>That they intend to take the Lyon in;</L>
<L>And thus one ill another doth beget,</L>
<L>While they (make&punc; knowne) that &s;in mu&s;t thrive by &s;in;</L>
<L>Thinke, what after may be tide</L>
<L>And that &s;inne beares, a &s;harpe w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="2 letters">p at her &s;ide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Devill that at fir&s;t, was wont to &s;tirre</L>
<L>The People up, to their owne woe and lo&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>To bring their Coine and Plate it, to rai&s;e warre,</L>
<L>All Lawes both morrall and divine to cro&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Get into their Tru&s;tees, and forc'd them on</L>
<L>To act a priviledg'd Rebellion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From them the Spirit went into the Traitors,</L>
<L>That now had plotted for to kill their King,</L>
<L>And told them it concerned Adjutators</L>
<L>To LEVEL all, community to bring.</L>
<L>And when he is ca&s;t out, where will he goe;</L>
<L>There's none be&s;ides that can be tempted &s;o.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The end of the fourth Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACTVS QVINTVS.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>JOHN</HI> Solus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>JOHN.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVHat direfull Planet is't that thwarts my hopes? did I but know I'de &s;eale <HI>Joves</HI> &s;tarry roofe, there &s;eize upon't, and throw it down from thence, like Lucifer from Heaven. O my accur&s;ed Fate, this ominous <HI>day</HI> hath bla&s;ted all my hopes.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Apo&s;ia&s;ie.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Apo&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Flye flye, all that we hop'd for quite is cro&s;t, even our owne are fallen from us, and proffer their &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Treachery.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Treach.</SPEAKER>
<P>What make you here? Doe you not know Sir <HI>Thomas</HI> &s;o hath wrought by mild and gentle Speechs, by his di&s;creet and wi&s;e depo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">tment, that not onely our owne prote&s;t again&s;t us, but doe acknowledge their revolt with teares</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cur&s;e light upon, 'emba&s;e, un&s;table Grooms.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Con&s;piracy.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<PB N="14" REF="9">
<SPEAKER>Con.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Rendevouze at <HI>Ware</HI> hath marr'd us all; the &s;ouldiers of our &s;everal Regi|ments have pull'd their Prote&s;tations from their Hats, and doe excu&s;e them to the Generall, as drawne away, by our pernicious Coun&s;ells.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Democra.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Democ.</SPEAKER>
<P>The fate of Monarchy is not yet determin'd for a &s;ubver&s;ion, the King is fled away from <HI>H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">mpton-Court,</HI> and our de&s;ignes are fru&s;trate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iohn.</SPEAKER>
<P>What an har&s;h melody this Quire of Scritch-Owles make; Mi&s;chiefe findes many Me&s;&s;engers.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Impiety.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Imp.</SPEAKER>
<P>With our owne Mines our Ca&s;tles in the Aire are all blowne up.</P>
<P>The Souldiers of our &s;everall Regiments are once more all turned round, nothing is heard among&s;t them now, but prote&s;tations of obedience unto their noble Chiefe, Sir <HI>Thomas Fairfax.</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Regicide</HI> &amp; <HI>Patricide.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ioh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here comes two Ravens more; what will they croak?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Reg.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Heavens con&s;pire again&s;t us; which way can wee looke, and not behold our ruine&punc;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Patri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let Whirle-windes enter &s;p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ngie hills, and beare them thick and threefold on our heads, untill we buried lye in deeper graves then tho&s;e of old, that dur&s;t attempt the Heavens&punc; I &s;ee the Almighties &s;elfe with his Sword drawne, bearing his dreadfull Thunder in his hand, arm'd <HI>cap a pe</HI> with lightning, riding on the &s;wift Windes, &s;tands ready to defend CHARLES, and his CROWNE, again&s;t all Con&s;piracy a|gain&s;t him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iohn.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis vaine to &s;trive again&s;t the De&s;tinies, let each &s;hift for him&s;elfe.</P>
<P>And let the world know this, that tho&s;e which &s;trive</P>
<P>'Gain&s;t lawfull Kings, their Plots &s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ll never thrive.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>PRAGMATICUS.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<LG>
<L>THus Traitors for a while may hope</L>
<L>To bring their ends about,</L>
<L>But in the e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">d embrace a ROPE,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e are whooted out.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Our deare&s;t Lord, great CHARLES, doth live</L>
<L>Us comfort yet to bring,</L>
<L>And maugre tho&s;e would him deprive,</L>
<L>MUST Reigne, GREAT BRITAINS KING.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Le Heaven &s;howre upon his Head</L>
<L>The ble&s;&s;ings of the Day,</L>
<L>And when his &s;oule is thither fled,</L>
<L>Grant that his Sonne may &s;way.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
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</EEBO>
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