THE Life and Death of PHILIP HERBERT, the late Infamous Knight of berkshire, once earl of Pembrock, Moungomerie, &c. who departed from this Life to another January 23. 1640. Having, by a Degenerate baseness, betrayed his nobility; and entred himself a Commoner, amongst the vere Scum of the Kingdom.  
LIKEWISE A Discourse with Charon in his Voyage to Hell.  
WITH His Araignement, trial and Condemnation, before the three Judges, Aeacus, Minos and Raddamanthus.  
Also the Entertainment and Welcome made by his Brethren, Pym, Dorislaus, Raynsborough, &c. with an ample testimony of their rejoicing at his Lordships arrival.  
PRINTED In the first year of PHIL. HARBERT'S Infernall-Captivity, and( I hope) the last of State-Tyranny.   

TO speak his life, it is below my Quill,  
Nor can I think what his deserts, so ill,  
Have merrited: but this, the trump of famed,  
Doth echo forth, to him, eternal shane:  
Each Babe and Suckling breathing out, that he  
Hath left behind, Miriads of infamy:  
Posterity may curse the house, and name,  
From whence so lewd a Member ever came.  
If Treason had been set aside, I might  
Have writ him here an earl▪ and not a Knight:  
But, 't seems, his scorns were on the Earl so thrown;  
His Honour's in the Dust; he Knight alone  
Could writ, nor will I more  
Ascribe unto him; though an earl before  
He was; High-Treason brought his Lordship down,  
And made his Honour tumble with the Crown:  
Nor had he more of Honour, when he died,  
Then in his life of Virtue could bee spied;  
Which was so mean, that few, or none, will strive  
By Panyg'ricks to keep the fool alive;  
But since he 's dead wee'll rather let him lie  
In 's Grave a traitor, as he choose to die;  
So would I too, but this indeed I fear,  
infernal furies would 's Sepulchre tear  
If men should bee so barren as to leave  
So base a traitor quiet in his Grave;  
Therefore look on the life which erst he lead,  
A Servant to our King; he daily fed  
Upon our sovereigns bread, and might command  
Well nigh what e're he pleased, by Sea or Land:  
The King so well did love him, that he made  
Him Court-Comptroler; yet he Judas played,  
And did betray his Master, by whose grace  
he had his Titles, and enjoyed his Place.  
At first when Treason did begin to rage  
he boldly entred on the public Stage:  
he left his royal Master, and did seek  
The rageing-Jewes, the Lamb betray so meek:  
No stratagem that e're his silly pate  
Could hatch, but he employed it for the State:  
When Lords had power, and did ith' Senate sit,  
Yauling amongst the rest he Lorded it;  
But when he found their power fade and decay  
he striven to bee the Commons fool, and play  
A tragic part amongst those treacherous Knaves  
Who spil't their Soveraign's Blood, made 's Subjects Slaves:  
he rather with a Tanner would compare, 
The Tanner might have had the place of Knight of berkshire if he would have opposed.   
Then in Rebellion not possess a share;  
Which having got, I think he did not spare  
Against both King and Cavalieres to swear;  
Cursing and daming, that not one should be  
Left, but extirpated: His tyranny  
So far exceeded, that no traitor there  
But was ashamed such vi'lent words to hear;  
This was his fatal day in which his vote  
( Which of 't God-dam-him passed his bawling thoat)  
Against those loyal stems, who do gain-say  
To bow their knees to baal, and obey  
This idol Juncto and Rebellious State,  
Whose damned Treasons loyalty must hate.  
No sooner had this wasp shot out his sting  
To kill both cavalier and murder King;  
But then his sins being ripe, he had a Summons  
To come to Hell amongst his brethren Commons;  
And falling sick in a most dreadful guise  
With Swearing, Cursing, and with Blasphemies;  
D●stractedly still calling out, the King,  
The King! o take him hence, or else he'll bring  
Me to my Grave! see where he stands!  
This was his Death-Bed posture with his hands;  
Beating and swearing till he could not speak,  
And then lay staring till grim Death did break  
His heart-strings, and from out this World  
To Pim and Dorislaus his Knightship hurled,  
Where now amongst Hells furies he's bewailing  
His former sin, transgression, and his failing.   

PPILIP HERBERT'S Epitaph.  
HE lies the mirror of our Age for Treason,  
Who in his Life was voided of sense & Reason;  
The Commons-Foole, a Knave in every thing;  
A traitor to his Master, Lord and King;  
A man whose virtues were to Whore and swear;  
God Dam him was his constant daily prayer.   


The Prologue.  
THE Truth which wee in ancient Authors find,  
'Tis better Thirsit's son with Hector's mind,  
Then to bee Hector's son and Thirsit's like  
To bee a bawling Coward and to strike,  
Not daring, but degenerate from his birth,  
damn, swear and rail, not valluing breach of faith;  
Such was the late Phil. halberd who away  
From 's Fathers Worth and loyalty did stray,  
And shew'd himself a Thirsit in degree;  
Nay, far more base then Thirsit's e're could bee:  
But I will leave to portrait him, and tell  
His Voyage, trial, and his State in Hell.   

A Discourse between Philip Herbert and Charon, at the River of Acheron, and in his Voyage to the Port of Hell.  Enter Philip Herbert, at the side of Acheron, calling Charon. Philip. 
SO Ho, so ho! Zbood Come Charon, come away, delay me not,  
I hast to bee at the Port, where I  
May keep my brother-Rebells company.  Charon. 
fear not, brave Champion, thou shalt have no delay; my Boat 's both rigged and trimmed, Ile quickly waft thee.  Ph. 
O come prithee, Dam me, the time passeth away very swift; Let me not lose this tide.  Cha. 
Ile not neglect thee, No, without all doubt, thou wilt find the time long enough, 
'Tis to Eternity, when once th ' art in  
Thou wilt be kept close-Prisoner for thy Sin.   Ph. 
Eternity! Sin! Zbood what are those? I know them not. sink me! Z●unds! can a Parliament man commit Sin? No, no sure he cannot.  Cha, 
Your Lordship is mistaken in Parliament men,  
Who, as the Case now stands  
Act, altogether, against God's-Commands.  Ph. 
Judge me! Like enough! for I never thought three times of God these eight yeeres, 
Nor did I ever think there was a need  
Remember God, or to repeat my Creed.   Cha. 
I know it Sir,  
For which, Hell is prepared and, you must fry  
In Sulphry flames, for Treas'n & perjury.  Ph. 
Rot me, if your sport bee so hot  
Ile go from whence I came, I like it not.  Cha. 
No Sir; it is too late to Repent,  
I have obeyed your Call  
And you must go; it is in vain at all  
T' attempt Escape, I 've Legions at Command,  
Who soon will seize, and bind you foot and hand.  Ph. 
A Pox on't, Ile pay thee well if thou wilt let me Escape and go back to Whitehall 
For Truth I find  
That Hell will both Torment Body and Mind.   One foot in the boat he leaped back again on shore. Cha. 
'Tis true indeed Sir, and you must  
Have your Deserts, your punishment is just;  
Then step into the Boat, I cannot stay,  
Some other Fare will come, Let's hast away.  Ph. 
Zounds, why so hasty? Stay a little; though I was in hast at the first and ran headlong, now( perceiving what I must suffer) I can well spare a little time.  Cha. 
Yes, but the time's ore-past and th' Furies howl  
To be a gnawing thy Blood-stayned-Soule,  
There's no remedy then, nor can I so  
Much freedom grant that back again thou go.  He leaps into the boat. Ph. 
A Plague on thee then, Take me to the devil and spare not,  
I hope I shall be Comrade with Dorislaus.  
My Misery will be abated, some relief  
'T will be to have Co-partners in my grief.  Cha. 
Wee shall be there quickly Sir, I have no more to do but only to deliver you over to Cerberus, 
Then get of him what Terms you can or may.  
You will not long, I'm sure, for Sentence stay.   Ph. 
May! Zoood What May dost thou mean?  
If my deere mistress the Lady May be here  
To burn in thousand Hells I will not fear.  Cha. 
No, no, it is not shee by may I mean; get what freedom you can until your Arraignment and trial be past, 'tis that I mean.  Ph. 
The devil take thee! Judge me!  
I had strong hopes the Lady May had been before  
To keep me Company and bee my Wh—.  Cha. 
There are Hounds( and please you Sir plenty) which will bark and baule to purpose when your Lordship comes a little nearer.  Ph. 
Dam me, I like the noise dearly; I always loved Hunti●g well: But preethee what stink of Brimstone and Burning is this?  
Sure 'ts not the constant smell  
Which doth arise from the abyss of Hell.  Cha. 
No my Lord, this is but small to the stink when you are in;  
But hold now Cerberus barks, wee must leave talking.  Ph. 
sink me, there's a D●mn'd noise indeed; If this bee a Hell-hound I like not the music.  Enter Cerberus opening Acheruse. Cer. 
O Charon, who is there? What hast thou brought?  
Is that an English Statesman thou hast caught?  Cha. 
I he 's come from England, his name was Pembroke, one of our chief Champions: For damning, Sinking, Swearing & Cursing, all the Inhabitants of Hell can hardly equal him.  Cerb. 
Well then Charon on thy report Ile entertain him, If 't bee Herbert, I have waited for him these many yeeres.  
Farewell Charon, help me with some more,  
I fain would fill my goal with English Store.  Cha. 
Adieu my Lord.  Pem. 
Zblood art thou gone? farewell and be hanged.  Cer, 
Come, walk with me, and Ile thy Lordship bring  
Where Judas is, that first betrayed his King.  Pem. 
With all my heart, I ' de fain shake hands with him.  He draws near and the Damned howl. 
Dam me! What noise is this? fough they stink, is Atkins here, or have they beshit themselves? A pox take um they'll poison me, 
I'll not go amongst them; this place is much too hot,  
I'll have a cooler if it can bee got.   Cer. 
No such matter Sir,  
This was provided for you, and this place  
Must bee your lodging, till great Pluto's Grace  
Appoint your trial, which will bee to morrow,  
And then your Doom will bee eternall-Sorrow.  Pem. 
The devil grace him, if it must be so, it shall be so; Oh, oh▪ oh! Zblood, Zounds, Dam me and Sink me!  
Woe, woe, woe, woe, My Pains begin,  
I feel the Torment due unto my Sin.  Enter Pym, Hamden, two Hothams, Essex, Raynsborough, Dorislaus, brooks, Jones. &c. all howling & wailing. Pem. 
Zblood whats the matter men, all mad?  
The devil 's in you I think, no better welcome? All weeping and mourning as black as Hell.  All the Reb. 
Best welcome we can give to thee 's to tell  
Thou must tormented bee with us in Hell.  Pem, 
You do not know that till I have been Tried.  All. 
That will bee quickly done.  Pem. 
May I choose council?  All. 
Yes, yes, You may.  Pem. 
Dam-me then, because they know the laws,  
My council shall bee Pim and Dorislaus.  The three Judges being set Gerberus comes with the black-guard to carry Pembroke to the bar. Enter Aeachus, Minos and Raddamanthus in chairs. Pembrokes Charge is red. clerk. 
You Philip halberd once earl of Pembroke, but late one of the Commons of Westminster, stand charged of these following Crimes and enormities: Perjury, Treason, murder, Adultery, Blasphemy, Swearing, Cursing, Fornication, Rebellion, sacrilege, tyranny, with innumerable more of the like nature, as drunkenness, &c. whether are you guilty or not guilty? what can you say for yourself, why you should not suffer eternal punishment amongst your brothers, Pim. Hambden, Brooks. &c.  
What say you? guilty, or not guilty?  Pem. 
' Zlood I cannot pled, will you allow me council?  judge. 
Heer's no council, here we are both judge and council; pled quickly, or wee proceed to Sentence, what sayst thou?  Pem. 
Judge me: Sink me I know not what to say more, but that I always did what your spirit of wickedness prompted. I think I've been Hells friend indeed.  
Nor can you justly say,  
That e're from Sathans Law I turned away.  Judges. 
'Tis true, therefore receive thy pay.  
Raddamanthus passeth sentence and commits Pembroke to Megaera, allecto, and Tesiphone.  Radda. 
By the power of Lucifer great Prince of this infernal abyss, &c. you are to take the soul of Philip halberd prisoner at the bar, and dispose it into Lethe, first Carbona doing and broiling him upon the coals, and then in the coldest Lake tumble him; yet not ceasing, give him boiling led for drink, with all the greatest tortures that Hell can imagine, thus using your greatest skill in tormenting him, let not his misery cease to eternity, as you tender the displeasure of your chief Prince and Ruler.  The three furies lay hold on him, and hale him head-long into Hell fire. 
he howls and cries, curses and swears,  
whilst his tormentors rain infernal snares  
Upon him, making him to quaff  
Full boules oth' Stigian-Lake, whilst they do laugh  
At his Damnation, and are glad  
That in their hands they've got the dam-me Lad.   

The Epilogue.  
PEMBROCK in Hell, with grievous Sighs and groans  
Doth echo forth eternal Woes and moans  
Unto the Furies, and with gummy tears  
Attempts to penetrate their deafened ears;  
But, all in vain, they stop not to torment him,  
It was too late( when once in Hell) Repent him;  
Nor can he e're get out, eternally  
Within those Sulph'ry-flames his soul must fry;  
If all our Regicides were with him there,  
Thrice happy, happy, then this England were.  

The Names of the Actors.  
Pembrock.  
Charon.  
Cerberus.  
Pym. Hamden, &c.  
The 3 Judges.  
The clerk & 3 Furies.     
FINIS.