The happy INSTRUMENTS of ENGLAND'S Preservation.  
Come and behold the salvation of the Lord.  
HEAVEN SHALL TURN THY WEAPONS AGAINST THEE  
The wrath of God is voon all those that conspire against his Church.  
My testimony full triumphs  

Godfres' murder did undo  
The knot of all ice plotting Crew.   

Why should Stafford so deny  
What he knew as well as I   

Living dying still the same  
Rome will ne'er forget my name   
This Crown they aimed at but the host of Heaven protects it.  

By our discoveries you may know  
What damned Intrigues are hatched below   
The INFERNAL CONCLAVE  
How shall we destroy thesese Heretics  
Go on and Prosper yvou Holiness is sure of me.  
It must be by a general Massacre.  
Exit Visct Stafford.   
Behold th'infernal Conclave, met in state,  
Contriving England's and its Monarch's Fate.  
Assassinate the King, Subvert his Laws,  
They cried, and on their Ruin build our Cause.  
Pardons were straight prepared, and men made free  
Of Heaven to perpetrate their Villainy.  
And thus secure, their Plots went briskly on,  
Against our fixed Laws and settled Throne.  
But he that sits enthrond, in mercy chose,  
Those instruments, that did the whole disclose.  
And thus to Oats and all the rest we owe  
The Kingdom's Peace, if we can keep it so.   

London Printed for Ben: Comb at the hall and Anchor in Lombard street.