THE BLACK BOOK OPENED,  
OR traitors Arraigned and Condemned by their own CONFESSION, Being a Tragical Discourse between a Noble Cavalier and a Select number of those Pure refined, Diabolical Saints, called (by the most Loyal Subjects) KING-KILLERS.  
As it is to be acted at the Red-Bull in St. John's street by a Company of Blind Bloomsbury fiddlers, the ablest now extant.  Enter Cavalier and Hewson the cobbler. 
WEll meet blind Harper, whether away so fast?  Hews. 
Sir, to tell you true I scarce know myself.  Caval. 
Dost thou hear the News?  Hews. 
What news?  Caval. 
That the Old King's Son shall Reign and Rule the Dominions of his Father.  Hew. 
Heaven forbid! I'd rather all the Apprentices in London should rise, had I but my Regiment again.  Caval. 
Why so? Art thou (who never hadst the least spark or thought of Conscience or honesty) frighted at the noise of a King coming: Does that sound terror in the hearts of King-killers, Is a bloody Aspect attending that cursed hand that signed thy sovereign's Death? Or dost thou repent of that heinous murder committed in cool blood?  Hews. 
No, I could act a second Tragedy with as good a Conscience as ever I was Mr. of, might I but get my colonel's place again, yet there's little hope since the wheel of time hath turned me not only out of my place but into such a shaking Ague through fear of a King, that I fear my soul (by the devil's assistance) will hardly keep close to the upper leather of my body; especially when I think upon my Oath when I first became a Free cobbler of London; But hang thoughts, I am not alone, who comes there, Tom Scot? exit.  Enter Scot. 
As sure as louse in bosom, whose confidence had you, the face of Majesty could never beat a retreat in your ears. Come what change will, I'll make one: Have not I been for a Parliament, an Army a Rump, and cannot I be for a King forsooth? an Act of indemnity cures all. Nay come what will, there's more security in a Lambeth Begger-wench then in any cobbler's shop in London. Who comes there an Actor in the same blooy Scene as myself?  Enter Harrison. 
Ay, and deeper than you ever durst, for I not only signed the murder, but appointed the time and place for erecting the Stage on which the Tragedy was to be acted; And I resolve to stand out to the lest. we'll have no King but him whom our brother Overton declared for, If we secure Hull all's ours, then what will become of your Lambeth Quarters, when he appears such as you shall be hewers of wood, and drawers of water to our holy Camp, No bastard shall shake his— in our Dominions. But is no more of our Gang here?  Enter Mounson. 
Yes faith, and as true a trout as the best, I said little, but signed as much as any, yet I expect the favour of a King if he do come; who knows but that indemnity may stand me in as much stead as a 5 l. Act. exit  Caval. 
What's this comes here Famine the God of hunger, one of Pharaoh's Lean Kine, or the Ghost of some Bacon dried Boar-Pig enough to fright the Devil, In good sooth 'tis Corbet the Welsh Philosopher; Sure he's for a King now.  Corbet. 
'Sfoot I for a King, I'd rather die in a ditch, then live to see a King, and be advanced in Actaeon rode a story above my neighbours, which I must needs expect; Had I a hand to sign my sovereign's death, and shall I desire a branch of the same Tree. No, yet I should count it a good step in my way to Heaven, could I as Pilate wash my hands clear from the guilt of that bloody and unparalleled murder.  Cav. 
'Sfoot, who comes there, Old Smell-Smock,  Enter Martin, 
The very same, I came just now from Baldwins Gardens where I thought to have found a Nurse fit for my purpose, but a P— take the Whore, her milk fell short, she would not take the piece of my ingenuity though I proffered a fair price, nor I ●ear keep my Council though I gave her a Fee, Were I as clear of this as from fear of any prejudice by a King coming, I should hardly unnter upon a single woman again;  Caval. 
Whoop, what's here a Goldsmith?  Enter Bark. 
Alas you all know I was a Lord of the new stamp, I mind no King but could e'en grieve to think that my impregnable strength, where I enjoyed the very quintessence of pleasure for signing that heinous murder. I was always moderate, the chief and most resolute to damn Ringship was my Brother Tichbuan.  Enter Tich. 
Who I; that have been the God of the City pinching the poor, of bread, Butter, and meat but especially the alewives, whom I keep in more Awe than ever Wolf kept sheep, but rather than a King shall come to take of my Ill-gotten Estate I shall fight up to the ears in milksops; Nay raise such a fortification of Cow dung to my very throat that shall make such a plentiful increase on my Chin; that against the next King comes to the Scaffold I hope to look like a grave precedent.  Enter Ludlow. 
Heavens what a babblings here, why is this confession to a damned Cavalier, are ye minded to be ridiculous the vinverse; Had not we good witness against him men of Noble fortunes, viz.  
Silly, Of London cobbler, why not a cobbler a witness as well as a Col. Lacie of Nottingham why not a Painter who would draw out the Scarlet Hue of our famous Murder; and Leads the Tylor; Morgan the Feltmaker, Roberts the Iremonger; James Crosby Dublin Barber, Whittingon the shoemaker of Nottingham, Bennet the Clover and Evans the Welsh Smith besides Price the Scrivener of London and divers more such like Noble Gentlemen? many of which have been well requited since.  Enter Caval, With a naked sword. Caval. 
whose's that dare say no King.  All. 
Not I, not I, nor I Sir,  Caval, 
Villains have you swallowed up the precious blood of a Martyred Father, and subverted the Laws of his Kingdoms, and now do you aim at a son's blood too, will your Hell governed hearts delight in nothing but sentencing Kings, and Butchering Loyal Subjects? Is no pity in you?  A?. 
No.  Caval. 
Oh wonderful, when Devils tells the truth? Nay such Devils who hope to gain salvation by bloody Butcheries, would you murder the Son, If you were Judges of the Court as you did the Father.  All. 
We would.  Caval. 
A Pox upon you all, His Royal Person who hath been by Providence preserved and escaped many dangers (especially at Worcester fight) and an pursuit preserved (by God himself to be King) such Upstart Gentlemen have preyed too long on the blood of Majesty; Whom God defend now from such slaves as you, God save the King; Base Villains all Ad●●e.  All. 
Our grief is great we shall for sorrow die,  
Since all the Nations for a King do cry.   

LONDON, Printed for Theodorus Microcosmus, 1660. March .25. 1659.