Murder will Out: Being a Relation of the Late Earl of Essex Ghost Appearing to my Lord Chancellor in the TOWER.  Chanc. 
WHat means this thick ill-scented Mist? What Noise is that? Who's there? Ah! Lightning, and at this Cold Season! Confusion! What's that I see? Bless me! I shall learn to Pray if this continues: Heavens! A Man in my Chamber at this time of Night! I am lost! undone! 'tis my Executioner! Speak what! what want'st thou? Stay, sure I should know that Face, pale as it is! See! he approaches! he beckons! assist me this time, Hell and Impudence! I'll stand, since I am prepared for the worst that Fare can offer! Ha! by that Razor it must be he, 'tis Essex! See! he knows his Name! he comes up! Speak! speak! What wilt thou?  Ghost. 
Yes, 'tis I, the most Unfortunate Essex! Well, restless Sisyphus, will thy unbounded Malice ne'er have an end? Thou hast been the common troubler of Mankind all thy Life; and now thou art contriving a Legacy; which, like Pandora's Box, will leave them all in a fresh confusion at thy Death,  Ch. 
Your Ghostship takes a Liberty which your Lordship would have forbore: But why Sisyphus, pray Sir? have I, like him, roul'd my Stone in vain? Shall one little misfortune blast the Glory of all my former Triumphs? Have my Projects been useless, or my Malice ineffectual? Why, this very Minute am I upon a design shall not only re-purchase my lost Liberty and Honours, but, like the Gordian Knot, shall puzzle the wisest of their Heads to unfold it.  Gh. 
Horror and Confusion! Thou mak'st me, though a Ghost, tremble at thy Prodigious Impudence. Are not thy Eyes then, Cursed wretch, already satisfied with thy yet reaking Western Cruelties, nor thy Ears tired with the hollow Groans of the Fatherless and Widows? Could not thy boundless swelling Thoughts of false vain Glory, fix in the Enjoyment of Riches and Honours, without thy Prodigious Contrivances to disturb the Peace of all the Christian World? What wouldst thou have, or whether wouldst thou tend? hast thou no remorse for thy poor Oppressed Country, nor care for thy own future welfare? Will neither past Examples, nor present Dangers warn thee of the miserable Estate of those who serve the ends of wicked Men? Look here wretch, (showing him his Throat) and tremble at the Fate of those, who have forsaken God, Conscience, and Reason to lay the bloody Foundation of an unstable Glory: Remember Essex, wretch, remember Essex.  Cham 
This Advice, my Lord, runs very contrary at least to all the latter Transactions of your Life. Is it possible then that the Grave can have such a strong Operation upon a Man's Fancy, and in so little a time alter his Opinion? You Died, with Submission to your Lordship, in the general Opinion, more apprehensive of a shameful Punishment, than penitent for your objected Crimes.  Gh. 
What! dar'st thou then mock my Misery? Art thou alone of all the Kingdom Ignorant of the bloody Circumstances of my Death? Tremble, and think what Thou may'st yet endure. Beware those means thou usest for thy Safety, prove not thy utmost Danger. I fond Dreamt, Confession and Discovery would melt the Sword of Justice into Mercy: But ah! that Charm that lulled the wrath of my Offended Master, wakened the Fears and Malice of my more powerful Foes: An Irish Russian, and a dread Command, soon let me know my Error Fear and Repentance are not safe to be trusted with a Prince's Secrets: Nor had Coleman been ventured to the place of Execution, but that they found a way to send him off between Jest and Earnest.  Cham 
I must confess, under the Rose, my Lord, 'twas generally whispered, more Hands than your own were employed to sign your Pass; but as the Circumstances of Time and Persons are altered, I have reason to hope for better success. My Crimes are indeed every way Superior, and my designs more Barbarous; I have had Murders, Felons, and Treasons as my Bosom Friends: I have Laughed and Ridiculed all fear of God; and to my Ambition and Covetousness; have, without the least remorse, Sacrificed the Laws and Liberties of my Native Country; nay, being not content with the present fraud and oppression I encouraged, I have, (oh Prodigy!) endeavoured to entail Slavery and Popery on the Kingdom for ever. 'Twas I alone could swear the reaking Circumstances of our Young Perkin; 'twas I alone promoted and set up that Antichristian Court of Ecclesiastical Commission, to Scourge the Clergy and Harass the People; 'twas I alone could resolve all the known Ancient, fixed and Fundamental Laws of the Kingdom into the Arbitrary will of the King: You may talk of Irish Russians, and French Dragoons, Popish Conspiracies, and Private Assassins', I think I have bid as fair for my Honour and Cause as any of them; If that Puny Rascal that burned a Heathenish Temple at Ephesus, could hope to be famed to Posterity, What may not I expect, that have already sorely shaken and endeavoured the final destruction of the Church of God I have outdone Nero or Ravilliac, Jaques Clement, or Massianello.  
He was running on in an extravagant Description of his Cruelties and Wickedness, had not the Ghost, with a frown full of Horror, (being as it seemed displeased with his proceedings) put a stop to his discourse, and being about to make answer, the Cock Crew, at which the Ghost seemed affrighted, and without saying more, than Remember Essex, it vanished.