The Levellers levelled.  
OR, The Independents Conspiracy to root out Monarchy. AN INTERLUDE: Written by Mercurius Pragmaticus.  

No King, the Levellers do cry,  
Let Charles impeached be;  
And for his conscience let him die,  
When (hay boys) up go we.   

we'll have no Ruler, Lord, or Peer,  
O'er us for to command:  
we'll level all alike, we swear,  
And kill those that withstand.   

Bring forth the King, chop off his Head,  
We ne'er our wish shall gain,  
Till we upon his trunk do tread,  
His Blood must wash our stain.   

Room for these Traitors, now they come  
To act upon the Stage:  
Strike up loud music, Fife and Drum,  
For Tumults, War, and Strage.   Nemo me impunè lacessit. 
Printed in the Year 1647.   

THE PROLOGUE, Spoken by Mercurius Pragmaticus.  

I That have lashed base Traitors to the bone,  
Have whipped ambition, pride, and spared none;  
Played the Man-midwives part, and with my pen  
Have digged the eyes out of rebellion's men:  
And with my keen-edged Muse (gone thorough stitch)  
Squeezed out the bowels o'th' Genevah Witch;  
Have proved the monstrous children of the State  
Ignobly born, and illegitimate,  
Now fly, and higher pitch; and on the Stage  
Present to view the Monsters of the Age,  
These sons of Belial, you must only read;  
And yet this Play was acted once indeed:  
Whether I fall or rise, thus I conclude,  
I shall be famed above the multitude.    


PERSONS.  


The five Adjutators, or Levellers.  
Apostasy,  
Conspiracy,  
Treachery,  
Democracie,  
Impiety,    
England's Genius.  


Two Independent Ministers.  
Regicide,  
Patricide,    
Orlotto, or Lily the Almanac-maker.  
Chorus.  
A Soldier.  
A Woman.  
A Servant.    


To my Sovereign Lord Charles (who maugre the fury of the Levellers, is yet) by the grace of God, of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland King, and (foutra for their slanderous imputations) Defender of the true, ancient, catholic, and Apostolic Faith, etc.  
DRead Lord, even the apple of God's eye,  
Jesses great son did taste adversity,  
Though that his Subjects risen not, yet his Son  
Stirred up his people to rebellion:  
And this most damned insurrection 'gainst thee  
Is but a second Absalonisme:  
But here's the difference, their base desire  
Was to enthrone the Son, divest the Sire.  
But these hellhounds, their utmost do assay,  
To make both Father, and the Son away,  
Hiding the face of their most black design  
Under a vizard Lustrious, and Divine;  
So like the fiend, when he appears to sight  
Refulgent, like an Angel of the light,  
Do they disguise themselves, unto the rude,  
And many headed Beast, the Multitude,  
Who now have found their error, and repent  
That ere they trusted to a Parliament.  
But now their hands are tied, their strength is gone,  
And they are vassalized every one:  
The knot of the State Mountebanks they curse,  
And of their baseness make their whole dscourse.  
The names do stink of Hollis, Pym, and Strewed,  
And now Give us our King, they call aloud:  
But there's a Remora, the pack of traitors,  
A bed of snakes congealed, the Adjutators  
Reply, you must not yet enjoy that good  
The earth a second time must drink their blood:  
We will be Kings, which we shall never be  
Lest CHARLES be sent unto Eternity:  
Therefore upon the eleventh of November  
He breathes his last, an Independent member  
Shall cut his thread of life in twain, ('tis well)  
This good we own to Peter's and to Dell.  
But thou, our dearest Lord hast scaped the net,  
The which those bloody huntsmen for thee set:  
And forced for safety to withdraw a while,  
Into a nook of thy divided Isle:  
Live there, and see thine enemies to fall  
By their own Engine; and mean time we all  
Will pray to thy preserver, to possess  
Thy Royal soul with peace, and happiness.   
So prays, your Majesty's most humble and dutiful Subject, Mercurius Pragmaticus.   

The Levellers levelled: Or, The Jndpendents Conspiracy to root out Monarchy.  

Act 1. Scene 1.  Confused Music: Enter England's Genius. 
Woo is me, where shall I seek for safety? the murmuring Drums, and brazen Trumpets deaf my ears, nothing is heard but shrieks of murdered men, Bellona rides in triumph o'er dead men, her horses wash their feet in humane blood, rebellious hands are every where employed to root out Loyalty: hark, me thinks I see them grapple hand to hand, and are now in the field,  

Where Lightning raiseth itself to the Skies,  
The earth shines round with Armour, sounds do rise  
By men forced under feet: wounded with noise  
The hills to heaven reverberate their voice.   
Into what nook or angle shall I fly to gain a little respite? Cursed be the traitors that cry out, no Peace, let sampson's tailed messengers bear hence these fatal Firebrands to some other soil, or let them make their way to their own houses, there consume, devast their houses, and their granaries; let all their sons run mad, and trace the streets like frantic Bacchanals, and while they there seek for refuge, be cut of by the all devouring sword. Let them be slaves and labour at the mill, and let their wives and daughters beg, let them be ravished first, then slain; Let baseness be entailed upon their name, too firm for all recovery: these are the Devils that do grin at Heaven, and jeer all Laws, both Moral and Divine. The red, and white Rose strove for Sovereignty, but these contest to set up Anarchy, confusion, and the worst of ills that Envy can imagine; thunder, great Jove, upon these traitor's heads, that like cursed Lucifer, and his rebel troops, dare bid defiance to thy face,  

While I into some hollow cave do run,  
And curse the hellhounds that this war begun.   Drum within beating a March. Exit Genius. Enter Apostasy, Treachery, Conspiracy, Democracie & Impiety. Apo. 
Stand.  Trech. 
Give the word there.  Consp. 
Stand.  Apo. 
Thus far we are victorious my Cohorts, crown we our heads now with triumphant Bays, for England now is ours: Courageous Rupert, Hopton, Glemham and the rest, we have brought to the ground; we have not left a loyal Dog alive; all's ours, all's ours: those fools that say I am apostated from my first principles, know not what honour means, or what 'tis to be great:  

I'll sell my King, my Country and my soul,  
To be one of those rule without control.   Trech. 
And would the Sophies of the State not tremble? were but our breasts transparent, they might view their pictures stabbed with poniards, and each killing a Member in his heart: Can they imagine those that have rebelled against their Sovereign for ambitious ends will yield them homage: no, they were the stone that pashed K. Charles to pieces, and with the same we'll grind them unto powder. Me thinks I see them tottering on their seats, now that our hands are shrunk from their supportance: sink till you see hell's bottom, while we rise high in honours compassed with pleasures. Who'd care to see the world burn round about him?  Con. 
Which to effect, 'twere best we strengthened our design by entering into solemn covenant: here's Catiline's Effigy; if you intent to prosecute your wishes through blood and vengeance, & to reach your glories maugre the fury of the world, swear by this sacred Relic.  Pulls forth a Picture. They lay their hands upon the picture. Omnes. 
Most religiously.  Con. 
By the famed memory of this brave spirit, that once made Rome to tremble at his nod, who took the horrid Sacrament in blood to level her proud battlements, swear not to lay down arms till King Charles be sent to the invisible land, till all Laws are repealed and abrogated, meum and tuum on pain of death not mentioned.  Omnes. 
We swear.  Consp. 
So; now we may be open to each other, now Charles his Crown shall be ours, and we will share it: to attain which 'twere best to stir the people, those ravenous Kites will flock to any prey; we must make them our stilts on which we walk, and burn them in the end to warm us: we must propose them more immunities, tell them they hitherto have been abused basely by Kings, but worse by their trusties: a Declaration shall be framed forthwith, inciting them at once to join with us for ENGLAND'S FREEDOM, & the SOLDIERS RIGHTS.  Demo. 
The plot is laid as I would wish, this to effect, we will depose our General, he is not mad enough to be our Guide, we can create a new one with a word; John, Legislative John shall be our Captain. And 'cause he famous John of Leydon imitates, we henceforth will him John of London call: but this we must not yet divulge, but let the choke pear hang till it be riper: he that doth fish for the rude multitude, must cast forth golden nets, some rare unwonted liberty, which we declare to be our native Rights, and therefore are agreed and resolved to maintain them with our utmost possibilities, against all oppositions whatsoever, being compelled thereto, not only by the example of our Ancestors, whose blood was often spent in vain, for the recovery of their freedoms, suffering themselves through fraudulent accommodations to be deluded of their victories, but also by our own woeful experience; who having long expected, and deeply earned the establishment of those certain rules of government which we propound, and yet are made to depend for their settlement and freedom, upon him that intended our bondage, and brought a cruel war upon us.  Imp. 
You mean the King, whom we will now call to account, we cannot be secure while he doth live.  Apost. 
Of that we will debate when we next meet in Counsel, in the mean time, give it out, that we intent to give the people freedom, to Level the enclosures of Nobilty, Gentry and property, and make all even: now let the Genius that did wait upon grim Spartacus, desperate Cethegus, and fell Cutaline, prompt us to action, and till we have set up our oligarchy, no peace to England.  Omnes. 
No peace.  Apost. 
Let Regicide and Patricide be sent for: from their two heads we will distil a juice stronger than Stibium, banefuller than Hemlock.  Trech. 
'Tis then concluded that K. Charles must die, His blood dissolves the English Monarchy.  Con. 
Let's in to counsel; for I long to see The first Scene acted of this Tragedy.  Exeunt Conspirators. Enter Pragmaticus Prag. 

Infernal Firebrands, whom the very tears  
Of groaning England, while she mourning wears,  
Cannot allay: Nor yet the bleeding veins  
Of desperate Ireland, which even now remains  
A very Golgotha, cannot assuage,  
Whole Babes, the earnest of another age,  
Taste of your savage courses, and do lie  
The Lamblike Martyrs of their cruelty.  
Let Catesby, Piercy, and that bloody knot  
Be Sainted now, or else at least forgot,  
And let these vipers vindicate their crimes,  
In every Almanac for aftertimes.  
O damned Projectors, whether will ye run,  
Having usurped the Chariot of the Sun,  
You drive amain till all about is hurled,  
And your base folly fires our English world.  
O England, dost thou yet want eyes to see  
How many Rogues are digging graves for thee?  
Doth not thy very heart consume with pain,  
When thou considerest thy Sovereign  
Even with chains unto the earth is held,  
His sufferings being unparallelled?  
Seest thou not his Religious constancy,  
His patience, care, and zealous piety,  
And canst thou still give credit to these Elves,  
Who suck thy blood for to make fat themselves?  
These Hippocrites clothed with holy zeal  
Are thy obnoxious Fates, destroy thy weal,  
They are mere outsides, have an holy tone,  
Yet, are but Devils masked every one:  
Their insides full of murder, lust and pride,  
Sacrilege, treason, and all ills beside.  
For shame then sit not still until you be  
Struck dead, and thrown to hell's profundity.   Exit 
The end of the first Act.   

Act 1.  Enter Regicide and Patricide. Regicide. 
ANd are they still so foolish to implore his poor assistance, who's their prisoner, their vassal, made so by the chance of war, a cake of ice, whom with their breath they may dissolve to nothing.  Patri. 
Yes, Commissioners (forsooth) are now employed to move him yet to sign the PROPOSITIONS: Now by the happy Issue that I wish to all our Plots, I grieve to see their vainness and supercilious folly; is't not in them for to degrade him? doth the bare empty name of King affright them? O I'm mad, stark mad with rages— it must be so, we will remove this block that so chokes up our passage.  Regi. 
Sic est in satis, how Lordlike shall we reign when he's removed; I that have fared so well causing him troubles shall far much better, having caused his death; then I and thee will become the Archflamins of this Age, the Metropollitans of our new Anarchy; nor wine nor women will we want, spending whole days and nights in luxury, (the world knows PETER ever loved a whore) therefore 'twill be no novel news to them: the pit pat Blacke-coats shall not date to speak save what we shall prescribe, them that lived cor●ell, that once durst affront me. yea, bang me bacl and side, for that I tasted of his wife and mutton his mutton and his wife shall amply taste of sorrow.  Patri. 
As little Love will I show unto LOVE my ancient antagonist, who thwarted me even in the Temple before our Senators, bidding defiance to my utmost Acts: O the brave times that we may enjoy, Satur's golden Age was a mere hell to what we shall enjoy! O the sweet discourtes, on Capon and Cock 〈◊〉, the halcion days that we are now in hope of make us to vaunt too loud— but what's the news abroad? how doth it far with the mixed multitude, I mean the ARMY, how do the Linsey Woolsey men at Westminster, that medley of decrepit age and youth agree in their desires.  Regi. 
I'll for the Kingdom, but most well for us, the Army have already purged out all that are not of their Faction; the Adjutators of five Regiments, Apostasy, Conspiracy, Treachery and Impiety have broke the ●ce to our Design, and oped a gap for Liberty to enter; severed themselves from their Coleagues, drawn up a manifesto to the Kingdom, divulged that they intent to purchase absolute freedom, and break in sunder the heavy yoke of Kings, and as persuaded of a happy Issue, that all the Vulgar will join as one man, they call it an AGREEMENT OF THE PEOPLE.  Enter a Soldier. Regi. 
What speaks thy haste?  Soul. 
I come from the high and mighty States of Putney, who by me do desire the instant pressence 'bout matters of import.  Patri. 
Return our service, and that we will wait on 'em. Sol, to night. Regi, This night. Sol, I shall inform them so.  (Exit Souldie.) Patri. 
Now, what thinkest thou hath brought forth this hasty Summons?  Regi. 
Something in Agitation on my life that doth concern our present Interests; for my part I'm resolved.  Patri. 
The like am I, to bring to pass what I intent or did.  Regi. 
I like thy resolution, flag not my wings; I'll soar aloft, over the trunks of Kings.  Exeunt. Enter Pragmaticus. 

THus do these Wolves consult, combine,  
To root out all that is Divine;  
The five Statesmen of Turnum-Green  
Now care not, though their Acts are seen;  
They vow for to kill CHARLES their Lord,  
And level all men by the sword;  
And to themselves, they do propose  
Another Leader should be chose;  
They will new mould both Church and State,  
Be to the People as their fate,  
And not look 〈…〉  
Their strange confused Anarchee  
Erected; and on waxed wings:  
Soare 'bove all sublunary things,  
Th●… to effect, PETER and del,  
Lecherous Jew, treacherous Infideli,  
Desired are to give their doom,  
And what shall of their King become;  
By Poison some, some by surprise  
Would have him fall each doth devise  
A way of death; yet while they stand  
Consulting, he escap●s their hand.  
O Treason of the worst Intent,  
Such as Ravill●ack never meant.  
Religion both sides do pretend,  
But either to a different end;  
They out of zeal would rear their own,  
Those out of zeal would pull all down;  
O bless us from both, but yet compare  
Faux ●n the vault, these in the Chair;  
Though 'twas an unsuccessful sin,  
Fixed those without, worse are within.   (Exit Prag.) 
The end of the second Act.   

Actus Tertius.  Enter ORIOTO, or LILY, with a jacobs' stafe, a Globe and Book. Lil. 
IF w●e observe the middle time of this Eclipse or full Moon, she defluxeth from the opposition of the Sun, to the Conjunction of Saturn and immediately after to the opposition of Venus, and then to the opposition of Mercury, who is the chief and domineering Planet in the Eclipse:— here's no body— I laugh to think how quaintly I deceive the credulous world, by making them believe strange things: they come to me is to some Oracle, to be resolved of doubts; and by my Soplustrie I so delude them, that they return contented and admiring; and I that know not whether Ptolemy were man or horse, am counted England's Arch-Astrologer; yet some esteem me but a juggling wizard, one made up of tautologies and barbarism, and this all would confess knew they my wind, how I deceived the rare and gallant Lady, Fair Arnabella Scroop, giving her to my friend John How of Lincolns-Inne: the story thus, The Gentleman ingratiates himself into the favour of this Lady, comes to me for advice, (and introth) craves some unlawful helps to gain her; large promises he made me in case I brought his wish to pass, gave a round sum in hand, and since I knew my own unableness (to compass it by Art) I did resolve to act by policy, and to that end advised him to break his mind unto some trusty friend, one whom he durst rely on, he to persuade the Lady Arnabella to come to me, to be resolved 'bout some horary question, and who should be her husband (for at this time two gallant Lords were Suitors to her) this was effected, the young Lady comes to me as to some Prophet; I told her that she should not marry (for direful plagues would follow) either of those young Lords, but another Gentleman, whom destiny and my skill pointed at, of such a stature, hair and habited; and for her better satisfaction in the point, wished her to go into Spring-Garden, and at the end of such a walk she should meet him ordained to be her husband, and if fhee married him, she should be the most fortunate woman in the world, if not the most happy under Heaven: Mr. How in the interim is very punctual, and observed his directions to a hair, clad in the same habit which I had bid him wear, meets the betrayed Lady, the appearance whereof so amazed and bewitched her, that even through fear of fight 'gainst the star, she yields to marry him, her fortune being no less than 2500 l. per annum, by this device I gained an hundred pieces but now a desperate part I undertake, the Adjutators of five Regiments have sent to crave my skill, and do desire I would by art resolve them, whether their Plots will thrive and take effect, as if I knew what fate attends on things; but I must please the fools and speak them fair, tell them the motions of the Heavens foretell lucky events to all their undertake, as in my Alminackes I use to say, when I cologue with them at Westminster.  Enter a Servant. 
Sir, sir here's a woman that has lost some goods, her maid is run away, and carried with her six silver spoons, a pair of holland sheets, with divers napkins.  Lil. 
Admit her, Would you good Woman, aught with me,  Enter Woman, Wom. 
Yes Sir, somethings of mine are stolen, by whom your man informed you: I do desire Sir, that by art you'll tell where the wench is, that I may prosecute her, and here's a good Angel Sir to guard you.  Lil. 
When were they lost?  Wom. 
Yesternight Sir, about three a clock in the morning.  Lil. 
Let me see the first Saturn, the second Mars, the third Mercury; Mercury is a Thief; Woman, thy goods were stolen.  Wom. 
O Lord Sir, yes indeed were they.  Lil. 
What Countrywoman was your Servant?  Wom. 
Glamorganshire Sir, and a friend of mine that lately came from thence told me he met her on the way.  Lil. 
Give me the Map of Britain, let me see England, Scotland, Wales, Brecknockshire, Herefordshire, Glamorganshire,— I see her— I see her, she has a pack under her arm, my art tells me Mistress she's gone down to her friends, there you may find her.  Wom. 
I thank you Sir, may Heaven increase your art.  Exit Wom. Lil▪ 
Ha', ha', ha'. Thus do I by my knavish art  
Get more, than he that acts an honest part.  Exit. Enter Pragmaticus. 

THis is the slave hath wounded England more  
Than the Committees, sat at Goldsmihs' hall;  
Then the Excise, ne'er heard of before  
Then our State Sophies (and the Devil and all)   

He still hath told (by guess) the Rebels should  
In the end beat the Royal Party down,  
And hath presumed to foretell (for Gold)  
That they should make a prize of Charles his Crown.   

The Traitors, even ready for to sink  
Like drowning men, took hold of his weak stay,  
And once again recovered the brink,  
And so escaped the Whirlpool of decay.   

And now in triumph through the streets are borne,  
Trampling upon all those that Loyal are,  
And at poor England's miseries do scorn,  
While King, and People's Lands they 'mongst them share.   

For them both Land and Seas are searched, the Skies  
Cannot afford them foul enough (they make)  
All that is England's Treasure, lawful prize,  
Killing those that the least resistance make.   

For now with Lucifer, their reign being short,  
They rage's extremely, and blaspheme 'gainst heaven:  
But now the Traitors want their chief support,  
Their props are all pulled forth, their Rock is riven.   Exit. 
The end of the third Act.   

Actus Quartus.  Enter the LEVELLERS, Apostasy, Conspiracy, Treachery, Democracie, Impiety, JOHN OF LONDON, Regicide, Patricide, & cum nova partu. Apost. 
NOw to the point of the business; how doth our Printed Papers take?  Con. 
As well as heart can think, the people swallow them amain.  Treach. 
But what means shall we use to draw the rest of the Army on our side? It will be hard for us alone to bring to pass our great design, without there be joint consent of all, we run a desperate hazard.  Rege. 
For that my Brother Patricide, and I have so well dealt, that the whole Army at next Rendevou●, resolve for to declare for Anarchy, and live and die with us.  Patri. 
For to depose their timorous General, who seems to be averse to such designs terming them wicked and to be abhorred  Impiety. 
But here's our Noble John, whom we'll elect to be our Captain General to guide us through all difficult adventures and actions 〈◊〉 to be achieved.  John▪ 
we'll cut our safety through their Coats of Steel, and write our Laws (as Draco did) in blood: I that have dared for to encounter 
〈…〉  death▪ when Legs and Arms did quarrel in the Air, shot off from mai … 〈…〉 and hewed my passage through an host of Royalists, have been a 〈◊〉 Traitor against my Prince, and stood as sole Antagonist 〈…〉 will lead you Gentlemen through all assays, and make my way with fire and vinegar over the frozen Alps of Highgate Hill, nor put my Armour off till I do strike my Sword on London-stone, and be proclaimed Lord of London.  Demo. 
Thy resolution is magnanimous and worthy thy great self renowned Hero, but yet let us join Policy with strength, and do our best to ●ring our Cohorts in, we are yet but an handful if compared with those vast Legions that may join with us.  Con. 
I shame to hear you run so rashly on without consideration, and sell the Fox's skin ere he is taken; know you not that King Charles doth live, he that six years maintained fierce War against us, and did His utmost to race out our names from under heaven, is He not now at Hampton-Court respected like a King, and yet in hope once more to grasp the Sceptre?  Trech. 
'Tis true▪ and while he is we cannot be.  Impi. 
He is the run unbiasses our Bowls be the ground never so Level, and while He breathes we are not sure of life.  Con. 
Is there no one that dares put forth his hand, and gall His vital thread?  Regi. 
Yes, here stands one, that for his Nations good and for the promulgation of the Gospel dares hue down that tall Cedar.  John. 
Do't Regicide, and be renowned for ever, Posterity shall solemnize thy name in Songs unto the Timbrill, the Virgins of our Land shall deck thy head with Anadems of flowers, and thou fill up a Page in the Calendar.  Regi. 
Patricide and I will undertake to do it, yet will not act the bloody deed ourselves, our Ministerial Coat prohibits that, but we will see it done.  Con. 
What means shall we provide?  Trech. 
I hold it best by poison.  joh. 
He is too wary what he eateth, it must be by assault.  T●e●h. 
Now I think on't, tomorrow he rides forth on hunting; about the time that he s●ts out I'll lay an ambush in some covert place, and with an hundred bold adventros Blades, surpr●ze his person, bear him thence to some place that's fare remote, there keep h●m clogged with Irons, till we take order for his death.  Regi. 
And yet mean time, if opportunity will aptly aid us we'll save you so much laour.  joh. 
Thanks to you all for your kind choice of me; now to your several Regiments, you kn●w tomorrow is a busy day; and with the rest o' the Army you must meet 〈…〉, where I will be, but in a 〈◊〉 manner, where if the rest join with us, Foutra, for all our Foes; He make the House of Lords horse one another, while I do lash their Buttocks, the Presbyters shall peep through Pillories, and he that hath most money prove most miserable: Come on, and let's away,  
My soul doth long to see the dismal day.  Exeunt Omaes. Enter PRAGMATICUS. 

The cursed trap is laid, the ●oile is set  
That they intent to take the Lion in;  
And thus one ill another doth beget,  
While they (make▪ knowne) that sin must thrive by sin;  
Think, what after may be tide  
And that sin bears, a sharp w●●p at her side.   

The Devil that at first, was wont to stir  
The People up, to their own woe and loss;  
To bring their Coin and Plate it, to raise war,  
All Laws both moral and divine to cross,  
Get into their trusties, and forced them on  
To act a privileged Rebellion.   

From them the Spirit went into the Traitors,  
That now had plotted for to kill their King,  
And told them it concerned Adjutators  
To LEVELLY all, community to bring.  
And when he is cast out, where will he go;  
There's none besides that can be tempted so.   
The end of the fourth Act.   

ACTUS QVINTUS.  Enter JOHN Solus. JOHN. 
What direful Planet is't that thwarts my hopes? did I but know I'd seal Joves starry roof, there seize upon't, and throw it down from thence, like Lucifer from Heaven. O my accursed Fate, this ominous day hath blasted all my hopes.  Enter Aposiasie. Apost. 
Fly fly, all that we hoped for quite is crossed, even our own are fallen from us, and proffer their submission.  Enter Treachery. Treach. 
What make you here? Do you not know Sir Thomas so hath wrought by mild and gentle Speeches, by his discreet and wise deportment, that not only our own protest against us, but do acknowledge their revolt with tears  Joh. 
Curse light upon, ' embase, unstable Grooms.  Enter Conspiracy. Con. 
This Rendezvous at Ware hath marred us all; the soldiers of our several Regiments have pulled their Protestations from their Hats, and do excuse them to the General, as drawn away, by our pernicious Counsels.  Enter Democra. Democ. 
The fate of Monarchy is not yet determined for a subversion, the King is fled away from Hampton-court, and our designs are frustrate.  john. 
What an harsh melody this Choir of Screech-owls make; Mischief finds many Messengers.  Enter Impiety. Imp. 
With our own Mines our Castles in the Air are all blown up.  
The Soldiers of our several Regiments are once more all turned round, nothing is heard amongst them now, but protestations of obedience unto their noble Chief, Sir Thomas Fairfax.  Enter Regicide & Patricide. joh. 
Here comes two Ravens more; what will they croak?  Reg. 
The Heavens conspire against us; which way can we look, and not behold our ruin▪  Patri. 
Let Whirlwinds enter sp●ngie hills, and bear them thick and threefold on our heads, until we buried lie in deeper graves than those of old, that durst attempt the Heavens▪ I see the Almighty's self with his Sword drawn, bearing his dreadful Thunder in his hand, armed cap a pe with lightning, riding on the swift Winds, stands ready to defend CHARLES, and his CROWN, against all Conspiracy against him.  john. 
'Tis vain to strive against the Destinies, let each shift for himself.  
And let the world know this, that those which strive  
'Gainst lawful Kings, their Plots sh●ll never thrive.  Exeunt. Enter PRAGMATICUS. 

THus Traitors for a while may hope  
To bring their ends about,  
But in the e●d embrace a ROPE,  
Or else are whooted out.   

Our dearest Lord, great CHARLES, doth live  
Us comfort yet to bring,  
And maugre those would him deprive,  
MUST Reign, GREAT BRITAIN'S KING.   

Le Heaven shower upon his Head  
The blessings of the Day,  
And when his soul is thither fled,  
Grant that his Son may sway.   Exit.  
FINIS.