The Second part OF CRAFTY CRUMWELL OR OLIVER IN HIS GLORY AS KING.  
A Trage Comedy Wherein is presented, the late treasonable undertake, and proceed, of the Rebels, their murdering of Capt. Burley, with their underhand workings to betray their KING.  
Written by Marcurius Pragmaticus.  

Sat round, and let us Treason talk  
against the Houses twain,  
'Tis dangerous abroad to walk  
and not return again.   

Here we can freely sit and sing.  
In a melifluos tone,  
And drink full cups unto the King  
Wishing him in his Throne.   

Confusion, Horror, Dreadful, Hell  
upon the Rebels wait  
So let them pine, who durst Rebel:  
and govern by deceit.   

The Crimson Devils wallow now  
In pride, and Luxury  
But I'll their plots Dissect I vow.  
and whip their Treachery.   
Non ego pro nihilo, Carcere clausus ero.  
LONDON, Printed in the year, 1648.   

THE PROLOGUE.  
IF you were pleased before how much more now  
Must you needs smile, and your applause allow.  
When you behold Barkstead a Courtier gay,  
Who was a Plowboy, but the other day.  
And Raignsborought, a Skippers boy to Reign,  
Uice-Admirall, on Frothy Neptune's maine.  
Burlighs illegal Trial (wondrous thing)  
Oliver, Metamorphized, to a King.  
With various passages, that will invite,  
Your sense at once to wonder and delight.  
Here then with candar; but be ruled by me,  
Speak not a word, what ere you hear or see.  
For this Author, bid me to you say,  
Heed live, to see this played another day.   

Dramatis Person.  

Cromwell, Fairfax,  
Ismeno an Independent,  
Solon a Royalist,  
The 3 Furies Megara, Tisiphone, Allecto.  
Capt. Burleigh, a judge, a jury.  
Harry Martin, Col. Pride,  
Ireton, joice, Col. Raignsborough,  
2 Sailors, Servants, Muley, Chorus:    

To the Readers of my former piece.  
ONce more I come again, for 'tis not all  
The threats the Members use, can me forestall  
When moved with spleen, I justly on the Stage,  
Do whip the crimes of this Vicentions Age.  
And 'tis but requisite, that those who do  
Open offences, should in public too.  
See themselves laughed at, and be made a scorn  
To those Plebeians, have their burdens borne.  
And though their Ignorance, prevaileth so.  
They hate those Lines, do from the learned flow.  
Have Voted down all Plays, on this pretence  
Their Scenes are lavish, and to God offence.  
Yet let them know St Paul himself had Read  
And weigh, what learn'd* Epemerides said. 
A Cretian Poet.   
Yea, and that same Apostle, held it fit  
To grace that Poet's Lines, in holy writ.  
What other doth a Comedy express  
Then Lovers Bliss, or their Vnhapinesse,  
What doth the Stately Tragedy set down  
But Vice's punishment, and virtue's Crown,  
and then if so, ye Dolts, how do you dare  
So to wound Learning and those learned are.  
Let the whole crowd of Poets, SENECA  
SOPHOCLES, SHAKESPEARE, JOHNSON now in clay.  
EURIPIDES, with famous WEBSTER, and.  
SUCKLIN, and GOFFE, leave the Elysian Land.  
And hurrying hither, with their Delphic bays.  
Blast their black souls, who do despise their lays,  
But stay, I hold you now to long at Gate  
Enter all you, that love the muse's state.  
And if you like it, love him that unknown  
Writes for your solace, somewhat for his own. 
Vale.    

CRAFTY CROMWELL Or OLJVER in his Glory.; Secunda pars.  

(ACTUS PRIMUS)  Enter Ismeno, an Independent; Solon A Royalist. Ismeno. 
Well be it as you said concerning King, and that our Charles; is free from those great crimes, the Houses charge him with, yet do you think we cannot without him live, and thrive.  SOLON; 
surely no; he is the head, and we the members be, he is our Father, and we are his Children, Kings of their Kingdoms as the Centres are, to which each weighty thing itself exposes for as all mighty Rivers, flowing streams, the liquid powers what ere they be, do seek in sundry parts by several currents, great Neptune's bosom who as a Steward of the tumid deeps, doth send them back by many secret wind, and as fame tell us, when the moisture needs, send forth her humed treasurs to refresh the Sunburnt parched plains, so are Kings breasts, the depths where daily slow clear streams of knowledge, for he that hath Intelligence over all, doth commonly communicate to Kings, all accidents of weight perchance may happen, no doubt great jove since they supply his place, so with their charge to make their virtues even, doth give them supernatural prescience, and were not our State-mongers grossly blinded, they would perceive the virtues of their Sovereign, and bow to CHARLES their King, as best of Princes, but their black souls are so o'erwhelmed with guilt, they dare not to be reconciled unto him, and rather than they'll meet deserved Destiny, they will be perjured, both to God and man, which while they do, England sweats blood, bathing itself in tears, yet thus 'twill be  

Until the powers, show more benignity,  
The world's a Tennis-court, the Rackets Fates  
Great Kings are Balls, when God will toss their States.   Ismeno. 
The King did trust to much unto himself, which made him fall into so many snares of all men else, great Monnarks have most need, to square their actions, and to weigh their words, Just▪ as the Inferior spheres of force do move, as the first framer, doth their course allot, so doth the people's manners still attend, on what their Prince, most usually doth do, Kings for the use of many are ordained, not for to feed themselves luxuriously, keep Rioters, and Roisters, to attend them, whose pride for to maintain how oftentimes, have we oath Communality been racked and torn? how many Gavestons K. Charles once kept, whose words were orders, and whose wills were Laws, than Shipmoney, and Polemoney together; Subsities, six at once were not enough, for to maintain▪ those Epicures at Court, Kings like the Sun, should quite exhale all mists, which often dim the eyes of the rude vulgar, as precious stones, are the ornament of Rings, the Stone decores the Ring, the Ring the hand, so Kings decore the Court, the Court the Kingdom, and as one drop of poison spent alone, infected fountains doth with venom fill, even so the greatest states by one man's means, may be corrupted, tainted above thought.  

A vicious Prince, is a contagious ill,  
A Bassilisk, that all he sees doth kill.   Solon; 
Thou art Ismeno, all for Anarchy since CHARLES did ebe, thy fortunes have swelled high, 'tis wealth and honour that your gang adore, and yet that your wild course might darkened be, your care doth seem, all for your Country bend, then masked with Zeal, your Crimes are counted pure▪ A show of good, doth vulgar minds content, yet this I'll give, as your due Eulogy in all your plots▪ there's courage joined with art, a slow advice, but quick dispatch, used nought but success, your ends doth justify who must command, or come to be accused what heinous thing so odious is by nature, that hath not been committed for a crown.  

I wonder not, at these insatiate men  
They have no other God, but Gold, how then.  
Can they be constant who so live by change.  
Who sell themselves, fell all nor is it strange.   Ismeno, 
Well royalist, thou hast now shown thy Zeal, in vindication of thy faulty King, but you, and all your Gang, may talk, not do, for all the power is ours by Sea and Land, and maugre all your hopes of Jockeys aid, supplies from France, and Spain, and Denmark too, Oliver, shall be Rector of the Land. what thinkest will Jockey come,  Solon 
No trust is to be given unto them, for Gold they'll sell their God, for silver pawn their souls.  

Their faith is never firm, their love not bright  
As Ankers without hold, fires without light.  
Nought Constant is below, no not true worth.  
It melteth South, and freezeth in the North.  (exeunt. Enter Chorus 
THe first that spoilt our public rest,  
Was avarice, the greatest pest.  
Thou didst disturb our quiet state  
O Monster most insatiate,  
This Daughter of stern Pluto still.  
Her Father's Dungeon, strives to fill.  
We were all Rich, but not content  
And therefore came a parliament.  
Who hath Reformed us; of our Lives  
Our Goods, our Children, and our Wives  
Have quite undone the public weal  
Yet all out of their hearty Zeal.  
They quite have spoilt, our Church, and Laws  
Yet this in a most Righteous Cause.  
And to pr'eserve us from decay  
Have seized on the Militia  
From out his hand who was our father  
Before these Traitors met together.  
and for the City's Honour 'tis  
that now their Mayor, a prisoner is▪  
While the fool warner in his stead,  
About the street in Pomp is lead.  
But sure this cannot always be,  
Now let us dare our destinee:  
And since no worse can happen to us,  
Thou Oliver canst not undo us.   Exit.  

Actus secundus  Enter Fairfax as frighted from his bead a Taper in his hand. Fairfax. 
CAn Heaven behold one stand to stain these times, yet to the Stygian streams, not headlong hurled, and can the earth bear him, whose crims are such, that to himself he seems a monster fell, why sends not Heaven to have my course confined, a death denounceing flash of rumbling thunder, else [roaring terror] clouds of circling Wind by violence, to tear me limb from limb, what corner yet unknown remains for me both burned with rage, and freezing in despair where none but monsters live, thither I'll go whom all the world detests, and barbarise amongst the brutish beasts, where Tigers rage, roads spew and Serpent's hisses: But though in scorn vast zone I find a field, where Melancholy might a monarch be, while silent deserts not a man inhabits, to shrink for horrer, all my strange approach, yet of my deeds when all the World doth talk, this cannot raze the still proclaimed scroll, since in my breast, I bear my Hell about me, and cannot scape those terrers hemb me round, those fearful monsters of confused aspects Chimaera, Gorgon, Hydra, Pluto's Apes, which now at midnight fearful mortals fright, their devilish forms which do the World confound, not half so horrid as myself I deem, when on my own deformities I gaze, amidst black depth, of a polluted mind, yet whether it was Fortune, or my Fate, or some Hell Hag, that did so cause my spleen to rise in arms against my gracious King, and having him subdued, to shut him up, close prisoner, under a dire restraint, O Plague abhorred, I have undone the land, and am the Instru— meant of all their harms, than Mountains 
a vault opens.  fall, and bruise me, by your rounds, with my offence, no torment can be even.  

Arch Traitor to my King, i'll stand alone,  
Here, though Ponderous plagues were all in one.   While he is in this Fury, arise the three Furies of hell Megara Tisiphone, and Electo, they dance about him, to a kind of horrid noise, singing this song Megara 

1  
Horrer, death, and Dismal houses,  
Such as are sent, from damned souls▪  
Shrieks, Yell, forced groans,  
Able to rive, the hardest Stones,  
Dwells round about thee, for to shoe,  
whither thou must shortly go.   Tisiphone 

2  
Cromwell shortly, must descend  
And thou accompany thy Friend.  
Fire, ardent as the Lemniam flame  
Which Buckets full of blood cant tame,  
Ascend alloft, in expectation  
When you will leave your earthly Station.   Allecto 

3.  
The sacred guider of the Heaven  
You both, into our hands hath given,  
Bellona, and Erinys both,  
To Scourge you on, have pledged their troth.  
Seek Pluto's throne for to Invade.  
You now must to Avernae's shade.   Omnes 

4  
There Catiline, you shall behold,  
And mighty Nimrod, famed of old;  
There Spartacus, cathegus too,  
With Bickris son one like to you,  
Hast, O haste, and come away,  
That hell may keep an holiday,   [The furies decend] Manet Fairfax Fairfax 
O rigorous Judgement, O outrageous fate, must I survive, the Funerals of my fame, some wail for want of friends, but I of foes, to wound this breast, where all hell's host do reign, what man not wondering, can by deeds behold, the providence of all commanding Jove, whose Brazen edicts cannot be repulsed, when sleep, the Brother most resembling death, locks up all others eyes, I am disturbed, with horrid Dreams, and dreadful Visions, sometime me thinks my King Placed on his throne, has past his doom and I must die.  
And then soon after fancy doth persuade,  
I am surrounded with a multitude,  
Heaven o'er my head, Hell burns beneath my feet  
As both enraged, to fight with flames would meet.  (Exit running) Enter Chorus 

OF all the passions, which possess the soul,  
Ambition, most disturbeth, mortal minds,  
The restless stone that Sisyphus doth roll,  
Though it be still in ure more respite finds.   

Fairfax is first in name Cromwell in power▪  
The upper house are Peers, the lower sway:  
All topley tourney; since that evil hour  
Their base projections drove their King away.   

MARTIN can rail, against the Lords anointed,  
And SAY revile him, in a fleering vain,  
Yet how will all their hopes, be disappointed,  
When jove shall place him, in his Throne again.   

Then every Traitor, will seek out a cell  
To hid him from his Sovereign's wrathful look  
But where them holes to find: they shall not tell  
They shall desire, but be denied, their book.   Exit:  

Actus Tertius:  Enter Rainsborow drawn in a Chariot, Six Trumpeters sounding before him. RAINSBOROW. 
THus like great Caesar▪ when he did triumph, over the several Nations of the World, that was lately but a Skippers Boy now Reign, as King, on froathije Neptune's brim, prosper me Saturn, and those wicked stars, whose Influence makes Villains fortunate, the Navy that was lately styled the Kings, is now to be commanded by my will, CHARLES is immund, within a Cage of stone, despised, contemned, and stinted of his fare, while we his Conquerors, live in height of glory revel Luxuriously, extort even what we please, from those we trample on, 
Nor shall thy Fate O England it prevent,  
But thou shalt ever have A Parliament.  A mutual band, must made amongst us be, to make one fortune common to us all, and from henceforth, we must be surely fixed, to fall together, or together rise, and now since CHARLES, is dead unto his Crown, we'll take his state, yea and his Title too, we must be crowned, yea and be known for Kings, the diadem of greatness, is the tower all vulgar Judgements lean on, yet of my thoughts some doubt new counsel claims, and with huge horror, aggravate disgrace, the stain of Treason, still attends our fate, and with our error, burdens, our Posterity, and we though pomp a space appease our souls shall find afflictions to disturb our Reign, the sacred title of a Sovereign doth work a terror, more than can be thought, but how dare my fond thoughts, thus rashly chide me,  

Drive on, drive on, while Brazen Trumpets sound  
He cannot die, whom terror cannot wound.   Enter two SAILORS. 1. Sailer, 2. Sai. 
GOd save your Excellency, and send you temperate weather on the Seas.  Rains. 
Thanks my kind Subjects, be you true to me, and we'll not fear, Grim Neptune's enmity, let Spain now load the Seas with lazy Hulks, the Dutch with their broad shallops, yet Maugre all will so guard the Main, no foreign force shall land on English ground, yea Gods of Seas, and all you watery powers, be you propitious, let your aid be given, and we'll not fear his power that sits in Heaven.  1. Sailor, 
Why bears a noble Gods-head  2. Sailer, 
a water Rat in folio doth the Fool think for ever thus to Lord it.  Exit, The Trumpets sounding. 1. Sailer, 
Yes if our Parliament prove everlasting, but they have mortal hearts, and steel can pierce them, pierce 'em until they groan. But let's away, my Cabins are not cleansed, yet I swear  2 Sailer: 
nor have I hanged the Hawsers,  1 
Let the earth gape, and quick destruction bring  2 
And the Sea swallow, those that hate their King.  Exeunt Enter Chorus. 

THis Race of Ixion, to embrace the Clouds,  
Contemned the happy State, wherein they stood,  
And to be famed, among the Valgar crowds.  
Resolve, for to Manure the ground with blood.  
Their thrones, they on dead bodies do erect,  
While they all fear, as virtue do reject.  
While Ireland mourns, Environed with all ills,  
Sword, Famine, Fire, confusion, dreadful sorrow,  
While sad complaints, the echoing Heavens fills,  
And air afflictions, take birth with each morrow,  
They busy are, and make it their chief vent:  
To bring us here, to that predicament.   

All Laws Divine, they basely abrogated.  
When Reverend Laud, was martyred by their power,  
All Regal sway, by heavens will created,  
When Noble Strafford, fell in evil hour,  
And that all human Laws they may untie,  
Therefore ere long, must Learned jenkin's die:   Exit.  

Actus Quartus,  (A Court) Enter Captain Burley as to his Trial, a Judge, Heighes, Cooper, Knight, Brown, Barnham Andrews, Doling Cole percival Fisher, Lipscomb, Hilokir Eliot Hunt, Smith, Bidlecomb, Casbert Jurymen, Steel, an Attorney, Officers with a guard. JUDGE, 
BRing forth the Prisoner, Officer, room for the Prisoner, bear back those fellows bear back there,  Steel, 
Why comes he not forward?  Officer, 
Captain Burley, hold up thy hand, thou art indicted by the Name of — Burley for that thou the said — Burley, didst tumultuously and traitorously attempt to raise a party to destroy the parliament of England, upon pretence of rescuing their Prisoner King Charles out of their hands, Speak art thou guilty or not guilty?  Burley, 
Not guilty, ye Hellhounds.  (judge, whispering to Steel) 
art thou sure these men have open souls: who dare do any thing be't ne'er so wicked  Steel. 
Do you doubt 'em Sir, why these are Pluto's Eldest Sons, who had they breasts transparent, would frighten all Mortality to Monsters, I have already told them what to do, and the reward proposed them by the state.  judge, 
Let us proceed then,  Steel▪ 
What canst thou vile Burley to excuse thy late most treasonable action.  Burley, 
to you who are on purpose chosen to receive my innocent life, I am no Traitor, he a Traitor is that doth oppose his 〈◊〉 not he that serves him, those, whose sworn servants you are, the men whom by all Law, I Traitors call, they that under a pretence of purging errors clean from out God's Worshp have oped a gap to all licentiousness, Blasphemies and Profaneness. those whose pretences, once were for the King, and made their boast to elevate his Throne: above the chiefest of his Ancestors, and yet Imprison him within a Castle, not suffering those that love him to come near him, those who would seem to maintain the power of Parliaments, and yet will suffer none to sit amongst 'em, that dare but speak one word for an agreement, or stipulation with the King. Those who impose each day, new Cessements and taxations on the people, for to maintain their own vile Luxury, awing them daily with Committee Laws, who give to those are of their creation, an Ordinance of Indemnity, for Murders, Treasons, Rapes and Robberies, or whatsoever else, they dare to act, those are the men deserve the Name of Traitors, Grand, Famous, Glorious Traitors.  Steel, 
Proud fool, thou shalt repent this saucy Language:  Burley, 
Repent, do thou repent vile man who dar'st be partial, and urgent against him ne'er did thee wrong, only to curry favour with my Murderers, but do I repeat my thoughts to you, since private hopes your Judgements do bewitch, but yet for such a cause as I maintain, he that would faint at the conceit of death, is trebly dammed, not worthy to survive, except mongst Furies, pound me like Anacharsis in a morter', precipitate me from some pinnacle heat Phalaris, his Bull, until it, and throw me in, to bellow out my woes, yet I'll not flinch, nor shall fear force my tongue, for to recant the least that I have done.  

So shall you to your terror find and see  
That he is Martyred, dies for Loyalty.   Steel, 
Well Sir, your large oration, cannot save your Life, Nor, no nor the King whom you seem so to love, was't not enough you durst oppose the State; and rise in arms against them but must now revile them before us, who really adore their virtual power, O thou incorrigible hateful Traitor.  judge, 
Proceed unto the Sentence, Jury, bring in your Verdict?  Bernham: 
So cordial we are unto the states, that had we each of us his Father here, standing in this man's stead, we would proclaim him guilty, right or wrong, we need not go aside for to confer, we did agree amongst ourselves before to find him guilty of high, were he as innocent, as is the light.  judge, 
Then take him hence, as a pernicious traitor, to be hanged, drawn, and quartered for high treason, and that on  Steel, 
Thursday next, return him back to Prison  Exit. Burley. 
It must be so, the Fates do so ordain,  
My fall must help to raise my Sovereign,  Steel, 
Troth I would pity thy distressed ease  
But dare not forfeit, the Recorders place,  Excunt omnes. Enter CHORUS. 

As those to whom all other things are free,  
Must have their life & Reign both of one date  
So private men once grasping regalty,  
are hardly forced into their former state.   

Our statesmen Fortunes, in the Book of Fates,  
Is written down, Cromwell shall be a King  
Martin the Secratarie to the states  
And poor Tom Fairfax, Tom a Bedlam sing.   

Both joice and Pride, with Ireton to boot  
Are privy Councillors, and counsel well  
But if they do not look, the better too't.  
The Bonny Blue Caps, will their places sell.   

Then Cromwell, Fairfax, Ireton, joice, and Pride  
With the whole Knot of Traitors else beside  
Shall wish, they had kept to their pristine state.  
When hangum tuum, ends the grand Debate.   Exit  

Actus quintus  Recorders, enter Cromwell in state, a Canopy borne over his 
During Ceremony the Song singing.  head, by Harry Martin, Pride, Ireton, and joice, they place him in a Throne, and then put a Crown upon his head, than they all bow the Knee, saying, (Omnes) long live King OLIVER. 

SONG.  
Now OLIUR Ascend the throne  
Fear not to tumble down  
Come all you Furies every one  
And bring the burning Crown.  
But look how o'er thy head doth hang  
A sharp and threatening sword  
Denouncing terror to thy gang  
And thee their perjured Lord.  
The furies sally forth of Hell  
Rhamnusia, is their guide  
For to chastise those dare Rebel  
Persisting in they pride.  
What folly prompts you, ye profane  
To usurp CHARLES his Right 
* Love   
But thus you tamper with your bane 
* run   
And play with acconite.   CROMWELL. Cromwell descends. 
THanks to you all, my faithful Coadjutors you that resolve to live and die with me this glorious wreath, that circles, now my temples doth Hierogliphically show our * Love, that my true care shall still * run in a Ring for all our preservations how Harry why are thou so sad,  Martin, 
me thoughts Sir, I heard one sing but now behind the arras, prophetically appointing at our fall,  Crom: 
thou art too superstitious, our dear Harry, it is not puffes must shake our resolutions, come sit down  They sit about a Table. 
What shall we do now to confirm our Kingdom? what Laws shall we invent meet for our purpose.  Pride; 
The people ever hunger after change, and theirfore 'tis not heard their laws to alter.  joice; 
We must be sure by some quaint wily train, to send King Charles to the invissible land, which may be brought to pass and yet the vulgar not Imagine it, no not in twelve months after.  Cromwell; 
I do applaud thy council.  Ireton; 
Then next we must dissolve this parliament, they have a name of power which, should they once combined against us, might much obstruct our hops:  Cromwell; 
Thou speakest all Oracle, come no more of this at present, we'll now unto our palace;  
And if we can the people's pleasures gain,  
We may perchance, in peace and quiet Reign,  
Else we are lost, and O I greatly dread,  
At once to lose my Kingdom, and my head.  [exeunt omnes, Enter Chorus. 
Why Oliver, shouldst thou so high aspire,  
Phaeton like, to manage Charles his Wain,  
When thou art in, thou canst not back retire.  
That man is Mad who glory for to gain.  
Doth cast himself upon the Lightning Fire.  
King's do admit no fellows if thou Reign,  
CHARLES must surrender, but I surely hope  
To see him Rule, thou Ruled in a Rope:  Exit.  
FINIS.