OUTCRY OF THE OF THE KINGS AT WESTMINSTER: or, the Junto who call themselves a PARLIAMENT.  
For their Lamentable banging at Colchester, and the Havoc made of their Sainted Army there, Conducted, by the gouty Rebel Tom Fairfax, by the gallant Royalists under the command of the Right Honourable the Earl of Norwich, and the most valiant Sir Charles Lucas:  
As also, For the routing of Lambert in the North, the Revolt of the Navy, the loss of Pontfract-Castle, and for the good affections of their Sovereign.  
TO KING GOWTY-LIES.  
And art thou lame, what pocky Rheum durst cease,  
On thy great Excellence, the French disease:  
Was sure too saucy, thy Rebellious looks,  
Frights more than Cromwel's nose, all planet struck;  
Stand trembling at thy words, and yet though thus,  
All could not stagger Morbus Gallicus:  
Howle out thy Soul in pain, prevent the ill,  
Must else fall on thee, by the hangman's skill:  
Unless the Queen of Chance, so love thy Good,  
That Goring now in Essex, let thee blood;  
He hath protested to his Loyal Rout,  
Ere many days to cure thee of the gout:  
Mean time (good Sir) thou dost not halt alone,  
The masters of the Dam'd Rebellion:  
Go, limping toe. Fate hath ●a●e off their edge,  
And nothing wants, but halter, Fire, and sledge.  M. M. 
Printed in the year. 1648.   

THE OUTCRY OF THE KINGS AT WESTMINSTER, or, the Junto, who call themselves a PARLIAMENT.  
Their first Complaint.  

When we had Fortune in a string,  
And all at our command:  
Close prisoner, clapped up our King,  
Grown great by Sea and Land.   

When all men followed Cromwel's Nose,  
When we had gulled our Nation:  
And quite subdued our Royal Foes,  
With Jockeys approbation.   

When as the People seemed content,  
We on their backs should ride:  
An Everlasting Parliament,  
Even at the height of pride.   

When we had cast to kill our King,  
By poison, in his meat:  
Then Osburne did find out the thing,  
And England saw, a cheat.   
MOst venerable Rabbis, of the Synod, to you we turn ourselves, now in our extremity you that are the Pulpit drummers of the times, and by whose persuasion, we first engaged against our Sovereign Lord, you that have proved by divine Sylogismes, that St. Peter's counsel to fear God, and obey the King, is Apocryphas, and that S. Paul's advice willing us to submit upon pain of Damnation, is merely a fallacious Assertion.  

No cursed Rebellion ever yet took wings,  
To assail the Person & the State of Kings:  
But it derived its current from the gown,  
And made its fatal exit, with the clown:  
Gouge, unto thee, to Marshal, and to Nie,  
We own the hatching of our Treachery:  
Most holy Dragons, Devils clad with light,  
You first divulged the Plot, of Hell, and night:  
Cursed in your mother's wombs, the Bishop's fate,  
Your vile transactions will obliterate:  
Perjured you are, the Bishops Cap and hood,  
Have not been torn by you, though died in blood  
Those decent ornaments, preserved are,  
When they assume their states, again to wear:  
Was it indeed, that you Cried order down,  
To play at free-ball with the staff and crown;  
That so while as our English Machine cracks,  
You each may bear six Steeples on your backs:  
Have you turned absolution out of Doors,  
That so you only may absolve your whores:  
We have made use of you as desperate men,  
Use person and return to dust again:  
Our own Rebellious courses, now we rue,  
We must taste vengeance so we wish may you.   
The preposterousness of Fate, was ever Rebellion in more thriving course, then under our management, have we not taken away the fundamental Laws of our Land, root and branch, have we not forced a single Ordinance, as if a Statute, have we not taken away all order and discipline in the Church, and that the people might lose the fear of God, and obedience to their King at once have countenanced a General toleration have we not ceased on all our King's revenue, his ships at sea, and his Militia by land, have we not a chosen Army whom we keep up on purpose to overaw the people to plunder their goods (and if we command) to kill their person at our pleasure, have we not our spies in each corner of the land, & more especially in London to whom we allow annual stipends whose task it is, to intrude themselves into all customs, and to insinuate into men's favour that so they may with more facility, learn their dispositions and resolutions, that so we may be informed thereof, and if we know them Loyal, to murder them, or starve them in prison, as we did lately to Sir Thomas Shirley whom we sent prisoner to S. Peter, without so much as telling him for what, as also to Sir Thomas Cooper, who hath since escaped our hands, have we not so impoverished the people by our plunderings and taxes, that they are not so much as in a possibility of resistance, have we not inur'd them so to bondage, that they are as pliable to our commands as the tanned galleyslave to his oat, have we not clapped up our King close prisoner in the Isle of Wight, and can we not murder him there at our pleasures, are we not now a Free an absolute State, ourselves Kings, and the King useless are we not.  

Melancholicus  
— most seditious wicked Devils,  
Traitors who act the very worst of evils:  
Whose best of Faith is ●…el● breach of trust  
Whose zeal serves only for to he●t your lust:  
Lay now aside your boasts, and if there be,  
Left in your breasts so much Christianity:  
Betake you to your prayers, your Kingdoms gone,  
And CHARLES must once more fill his Royal throne:  
Three Royal Armies war likely arrayed,  
Come bravely on, with banners broad displayed: FIGHT,  
Whose mottoe's this THE CAUSE FOR WHICH WE  
IS FOR OUR GOD OUR KING AND CHURCHES RIGHT:  
Though you despite of heaven still go on,  
And still abet, your vile Rebellion,  
Yet know and be not blinded, Essex men,  
Will have your heads, and eke their King again:  
The Earl of Norwich, Canel, Campion,  
Lunsford, Ga●eoigne, Many, Washington,  
Villiers, Th●●●hill, Culpepper, List, and  
The rest, that now brave Colchester command,  
Have lately banged Tom gouty legs, yea so  
He never shall, get strength again to go.  
The noble LUCAS, lately sallied out,  
And put the blood-bounds to a total Rout:  
And since hath stuff two Churches, with the Saints,  
Who fill the echoing walls, with loud complaints,  
Hath ta'en 7 Peice of Ordnance, next you'll hear,  
Your Army's left, and to add to your fear,  
Lambert is sound beaten, Langdale's Fort,  
Hath routed all his Army foot and horse,  
From all points of the Compass, now come on  
Your miseries, and your destruction,  
Inevitable is, where's your Navy?  
Fall Traitors on the Land, the Sea can't save yea.  
All loyal Souls, now join, one hand, one heart,  
'Tis that alone, these Rebels must subvert.   
They proceed in their Outcry.  
The Army before Colchester routed, the Scots now in England, Lambert put to the worst by Langdale, the Navy revolted, and the whole Kingdom rising upon us, the Son of our wronged Sovereign, daily expected with an Army against us, which way, whither shall we run, will the People be no longer cheated with shows, nor deluded with Chimaeras, money we have store, but what doth that avail us, must we make those our heirs, whose wealth was their own, ere we extorted it, doth both heaven & earth conspire our ruin, but must we fall so speedily, the Tame Animals of the City resolve to support us to the last, O lack Hall, Jack Hall, strain this invention to the highest pitch, let blasphemy and Treason both commix, thou shalt not want, either thyself or pander, writ any thing good Jack, now thou hast entered Covenant with us, thou must resolve with us to fall or rise, if the Royall-party prevail.  

Ah tum te miserum, malique Fati  
Quem atractis pedi●…s, prarente porta  
Percurrunt maligelesque, raphanique.  
Ah thee thee wretched of accursed Par●,  
Whom Fish wives, Red fish wives of base estate.  
Shall scoff and trample on the open gate.   
O Lily, Lille, thou that canst command the stars to move, according to the composure o thy fingers, thou that canst  the dead Saints with flesh and makest the Furits of Barathrum to tremble at thy summons, thou that employed the winged Spirits of the Air, to perform thy frequent Em●…●ffa●s, thou that hast shouldered up our greatness hitherto, and persuaded the people into a good opinion of us, for the allowance to 1 per annum, and a share of all eminent Thanksgiving Dinners, why didst not thou foresee, this great unlooked for unlucky change, thou prognosticatedst peace and tranquillity, a happy event to crown all our undertake, and that we should prove the most glorious villains, that ever were, now we find Wharton, is a true Prophet, and that his predictions, are ratified above, his 28 of june is come, and destruction dogs us like our Destiny, o Booker, Booker, did not thy great head harbour one conceit for the security, could thy Chrysolit which thou stolest, show thee nothing, when thou compilest thy last bombasted Almanac, our Prophets are planet struck, and our Deviners mad; o Weaver, what a web have we now upon the Loom, o Wild, how wildly have we rambled to our ruin, o Corbet what will become of thy smokey visinemir, which the Cavaliers have threatened to souse and caribnado, and then send it as an hoggsface to Pluto, for him to feast the Fiends withal, o Scot, what will now be thy Lot; o Warner, we sorrow for thee extremely, for the Roguing Apprentices, will now have an opportunity to perform their vows, and to nail thy leather ears, to the door post of thine own house; o Lenthall, our flippant speaker. who haste spoke so well for us this seven years, and so dexterously, hast pleaded thy own cause, that thou art now master of many millions of money, all which we hope (as overseeing this storm) thou hast conveyed to some foreign land; o Challenor, what will become of thee, and thy wall eyes, o Rolls, how are we rolling down the hill on the sudden, who some few months since, sat triumphing on the top of Fortune's wheel; o Marten, thou were wise, and got'st thyself with thy leash of courtesans into a place of strength, where thou mayest remain with safety, till thy house be fired about thee, thy ears, and thy head sent for a present to the King: whereas we are bare breasted, and stand as marks for the intensed people to shoot at o Tom Fairfax what will become of thee, when thy gouty legs shall be chopped off, with thy head, and arms and the Cavaliers kick thee up and down Westminster, as a football, o Nol, Nol, what will become of thy sneeze, if thou be'st yet mortal, which the Cavaliers will cut off, and fix it for a Reacon, on highgate-hill, oh, oh our Destiny: 
Melancholicus,  
— doth haunt you, and the iron hand of love,  
Will crush you into air, in vain you strove,  
To force the thunderers arm, back to his thy,  
By voting home King Charles, and so to try,  
The people's temper, if their madness great,  
Would have accepted, of this second cheat:  
Most holy Statel-men, blessed Reformers, you  
To whom all possible applause is due,  
Why should you fear, if sacred Innocence,  
Do guard you, fear not humane violence,  
But see then countenances, do declare,  
That they of horrid Treason; guilty are,  
Guilty of blood, of cruelties and horrors,  
Drenched deep in Sin, chief authors of our terrors:  
What will you do, or whether will you run,  
Your most inevitable Fate to shun,  
They are ama'zd, fall then, as in a trance,  
For on your bodies, Loyalty must Dance.   
Since we must fall, let us with our weight sink the whole nation: 
It made Deucalion, willing for to die,  
When he had all the world, in company,   
Let CHARLES be first be made away, by poison, or secretly strangled, that we may be revenged before we die, but see where the Ghosts of Strafford, Laud, Tomkins, chaloner, Bourcher, Burleigh, and an infinite number of other Innocents' whom we cruelly murdered, stand waiting to drag us into Phlegeton.  
We come, we come, having received our hire,  
On earth, to plunge in hell, in liquid fire.  
FINIS.