cartoon panel Mea Culpa— Mea Culpa— Mea Maxima Culpa. From Popery to save this Nation A Doctor ventures his Damnation cartoon panel So help me God— inset cartoon panel Their Witnesses did not agree. Mar. 4. Commits Idolatry, for our sakes And of false Oaths no scruple makes. cartoon panel Taisborough hides Arms, in open Rooms A Knight in his Fore Father's Tombs. cartoon panel Fough— I Smell Gunpowder. An other where no man would think Gunpowder hides, in filthy sink. cartoon panel Something for a poor Scholar. Get you gone and be hanged. The Pope's Chief Agent was so poor He Begged an Alms at Pickerin's door. cartoon panel How are we crossed. My Flint was loose And my Silver Bullet's lost. Pickerin had Killed the King, no doubt But Bullets lost, and Flint dropped out cartoon panel johannes Paulus de Oliva One and Twenty And Powder too, was very scarce For which Old Whitebread Whips his Arse. cartoon panel How dare you— Oh hold Turns another in my Coat. Our Doctor he does cudgel basely And dare you (says he) to my face lie. cartoon panel Describe Don john. A tall black man— Since naught but blows is to be got Wise Oats discovers jesuits Plot. cartoon panel God forbid I should accuse him. — I know him not. His Eyes are dim, by Candle light And growing faint, does not swear right. cartoon panel Which hand will you have They life and money, All refuse— The fatal Rope, they freely choose. cartoon panel We are Innocent God bless the King. And forgive our Enemies And to be cut into fowr Quarters— Cause they'd be Canonised for Martyrs. Some Notes on the Picture to prevent Popish Cavils. I. Be not scandalised at a word or two of Latin; 'Tis only to show the folly of the Papists, who pray in an unknown Tongue. K. This is not meant of any Oath against the Papists, but of their wicked Oath of Secrecy; which though the Doctor often took, yet we may charitably believe he never did intend to keep it; since he positively assures us he did but counterfeit: He only seemed to be a Papist, but was all the while a True-Protestant in his Heart. See L. Staf. Trial p. 123. L. Arms for 5 or 600 Men were hid in his Parlour; yet by Art Magic were invisible to the Gentlemen of the Country, who often dined with him in the same Room. See his Trial. M. Sir H. T'Tis. Vault was searched for Arms, and Coffins opened; but all the Arms they had hidden there were turned to Bones. N. Sir R. T'Tis. Sink was searched for Arms and Gunpowder; yet nor so much as one Black-Bill could ever be found there, nor in any other place. O. See Wakeman's Trial, p. 73. P. Grove, that he might be sure to give an Incurable Wound, did traitorously and maliciously champ a Silver Bullet with his poisonous Teeth. See his Trial, p. 24, & 81. Q. Either another man in such a Coat, or else (as some believe) the Devil in his likeness, went often to Court, and occasioned this unlucky mistake, which was the cause of his being beaten. See the Jesuits Trial p. 16, 17. Many may perhaps wonder, that the crafty Jesuits would suffer him to be in such a miserable beggarly Condition; and much more, that they would beat and abuse one, whom they had trusted with Secrets of so high a nature. But we can easily answer this, and an hundred other seeming Improbabilites, only by saying, They were infatuated. R. See Coleman's Trial, p. 30. S. Wakeman's Try. p. 55, & 82, T. Langhorn's Memoirs, p. 6. A True Narrative of the Horrid Hellish Popish-Plot. To the Tune of PACKINGTON'S POUND. The Second Part. The Contents of the Second PART. Of Arms underground for Horse and for Foot; The KING almost Killed, but Gun will not shoot, For which Pick'ring is whipped. All of them swear To be true to the PLOT; yet Oats, not for Fear Nor Revenge, (though turned away, and well hanged) Discovers them all; The Jesuits are Hanged. I. THe PLOT being thus subtly contrived as you hear, To God knows how many this Secret th'impart, Some famous for Cheats, yet their Faith they don't fear; To tie a Knave fast they had found a new Art. They swore on a Book, And Sacrament took; But you'll find, if into their grave Authors you look, Forswearing's no Sin, (as Recorder well notes) Nor Treason, Rebellion, nor Cutting of Throats. The truth of my Story if any man doubt, W' have Witnesses ready to Swear it all out. II. STill blinded with Zeal, and inveigled by Hope, Store of Arms they provide for Fight and Defence, Three Lords must command, as Vice-Roys of the Pope, And all over England they raise Peter-pences. Their Letters they send By Bedlow their Friend, Or else by the Post, to show what the intent. Some hundreds Oats saw, which the Jesuits did write, 'Tis a wonder not One of them e'er came to light. The Truth of my Story, etc. III. Pound's Two hundred thousand to Ireland they sent; Fifteen thousand to Wakeman for Potions and Pills; Forty thousand in Fireworks we guess that they spent; And, Item, Ten thousand to pay for Black-Bills; Fifteen hundred more Grove should have they swore; Four Gentlemen Ruffians deserved Fourscore; Pious Pickering they knew was of Masses more fond, And for Thirty thousand they gave him a Bond. The truth of my Story, etc. IV. THese two, to Kill the King by fair promises won, Had watched now some years in St. James▪ s Park; And Pick'ring, who never yet shot off a Gun, Was about to take aim, for he had a fair Mark: Just going to begined, He miss his Flint, And looking in Pa●, there was no Powder in't; For which he their Pardon does humbly beseech, Yet had thirty good lashes upon his bare Breech. The truth of my Story, etc. V. BUt a sa●der mischance to their PLOT did befall, For Oa, their main Engine, failed when it came to't; No marval indeed if he cuzened 'em all, Who turns him a begging, and beat him to boot: He wheeling about, Th' whole Party did rout, And from lurking holes did so ferret 'em out; Till running himself blind, h● none of them knew, And fainting at Council, he could not swear true. The truth of my Story, etc. VI TO co●fort our Doctor, brave Be●loe's brought in, A more Credible Witness was not above ground; He vows ●nd protests, though a Rogue he had been, He would now not swear false for Five hundred p●und: And why should we fear They falsely would swear, To damn ●heir own Souls, and to lose by it here. Poor Oat, who before had no Penny in Purse, Discovering the PLOT, was Seven hundred pound worse Th●●ruth of my Story, etc. VII. TWo witness more were let loose from the Jail, Though One 'tis confessed did run back from his word; (In danger of Life a good man may be frail) And th' Other they slander for Cheating his Lord. T' every one of these men The Jesuits brought Ten, To dispro●e 'em in Time and in Place; but what then? One Circumstance lately was sworn most clear By a Man who in hopes has Five hundred a year. T●e truth of my Story, etc. VIII. ANd then we are told, We must always suppose, To murder the King a Great PLOT there has been; And who to contrive it so likely as those Who Murder and Treason do hold for no Sin. Things being thus plain, To plead was in vain; The Jury (instructed again and again) Did find them all Guilty, and to show 'twas well done, The People gave a Shout for Victory won. The Truth of my Story if any man doubt, W' have Witnesses ready to Swear it all out. IX. 'tIs strange how th●se Jesuits, so subtle and wise, Should all by the Pope be so basely trepan'd, To Hang with much comfort when he shall advise, And go to the Devil too at his command. He may give them leave, To Lie and Dece●ve; But what when the Rope does of Life them bereave? Can his Holiness, think you, dispense with that pain, Or by his Indulgences raise them again? The truth of my Story if any man doubt, W' have Witnesses ready to Swear it all out. X. Yet (like Madmen) of Life a Contempt they express, And of their own happiness careless appear. For Life and for Money not one would confess; Th' had rather be Damned, than be Rich and live here. But surely they raved, When God they outbraved, And thought to renounce him the way to be saved; With Lies in their mouths go to Heaven in a string; So prosper all Traitors, and GOD save the KING. The truth of my Story if any man doubt, W' have Witnesses ready to Swear it all out. Concordat cum Recordo. Cl. Par. FINIS. I do imagine some will say there never was such another strange Ballad, with marginal Notes and Quotations. But I answer, there never was such another Plot, and I am afraid, that if I did not cite very good Authors, and bring Witnesses of untainted Reputation, the next Generation might be so far deluded by Popish sham's, as not to believe it. Authors Quoted. (1) As it appears in the several Trials. (2) Ireland's Trial, p. 23. (3) Hill's Trial, p. 32, (4) See his Speech in Ireland's Trial, p, 81. (5) The same Trial, p. 30. (6) Jesuits Trial, p. 33. (7) The same, p. 29. (8) Oats' Narrat. all along. (9) See Colemen Try. p. 23. (10) The same, page 40. (11) The same again, p. 21. (12) The same, p. 24. (13) The same again, p. 21. (14) Ireland's Trial, p. 24. (15) The same, p. 25. (16) The same again, p. 24. (17) See Jesuits Trial, p. 33. (18) Ireland's Trial, p. 24. (19) Wakeman's Trial, p. 73. (20) Jesuits Trial, p. 91. (21) Wakeman's Trial, p. 30, & 55. As also Coleman's Trial, p. 30. (22) The same again. (23) Wakeman's Trial, p. 40. (24) Thus Oats and Bedloe affirm in Langhorn's Trial. (25) Mr. Prance. (25) Mr. Dugdale. (26) Jesuits Trial all along. (27) viz. To prove that Ireland was not in Town Aug. 19 See Wakeman's Trial, p. 22. (28) Mr. Jenison. See th' Authors I quote; there's Witnesses plenty, Approved by a— Nemine Contradicente. Yet Juries (for tender Conscience so famous.) To save a True-Protestant, write Ignoramus.