A New Meeting OF GHOSTS AT TYBVRN.  
BEING A Discourse OF 

Oliver cronwell.  
John Bradshaw.  
Henry Ioeton.  
Thomas Pride.  
Thomas Scot, Secretary to the Rump.  
mayor Gen. Harrison. &  
Hugh Peters the devils CHAPLAIN.    
LONDON, Printed in the Year of the Rebellious fanatics downfall, 1660.   


Here is cronwell a traitor bold  
Which by no man would be controlled.  
Which so much woe on this Land did bring.  
By murdering his royal King.   
 generic woodcut puporting to be Oliver Cromwell  

This is Bradshaw that devilish Fien●…  
That brought his King to a fatal end  
For which cursed and damned act,  
He now doth suffer for his bloody fact   
 generic woodcut puporting to be John Bradshaw   

A New Meeting of Ghosts at TYBURN  OLIVER. 
WHy how now my Mirmidons, what's the reason we cannot lie quiet in our Graves? thought it had been punishment enough so me to have been fetched away in a whirlwind; that almost shook the whole Universe; and like to have sunk Charon, and overturned his Boat, when he Ferried me over the River styx. Did we ever think to be called to so strict an Account for our murdering of so good a KING, and so many of his Honest Subjects; but now alas, we find the dire effects of our blood and villainy, crying out loud for Justice against us at a High Court of Justice indeed, where I and all those of the late murderers of the pretended Court of Justice that murdered their King, must all answer for their horrid murde s and treasons which they committed while they were upon the earth: Now my most devilish Presihent, thee Bradshaw, to thee I speak. Thou that gavest sentence on thy martyred King. Thou that wert worse then Pilate, which sentenced our Saviour; for he would have seemingly washed his hands of the of the guilt of it, if he could: But thou like an impudent and bloody Villain did not only give sentence against thy King, but gloried in it; Making the World believe thou hadst done well in it: and justifying thy impudent, horrid and bloody fact; as if thou hadst done it by Law, but indeed it was I that was the chief instrument in it, it was I that brought all to pass, to make myself and my family as I thought famous,( but now alas I am in perpetual torment and my family in perpetual Infamy.)  

Upon cronwell.  
Here lies that Beast made up of blood.  
That murdered Charles the First so good:  
And for his deeds, as they were evil,  
Let him not want fire, good devil.   Bradshaw. 
Wo worth the time that I beholded thy bloody face, or hearkned to thy alluring tongue, with which( and hope of preferment) I was at first drawn to that bloody and most horrid fact, of murdering my KING: But being once brought into it, I resolved to prove an absolute Villain; and to justify all that I did and make the World believe that what I did was acrording to Law. But now I feel the sting of conscience; now I am punished for my horrid crimes and villainies, now I wish I had contented myself with my ordinary employment at Guild-Hall, and not out of covetousness of gain and preferment, accepted of that damned and cursed place of President of the pretended High Court of Justice, where we did act such unheard of Vilanies that never before was thought of, nor ever will be forgot while the World doth endure; Oh the unheard of torments that I endure, no tongue can speak or think of. B t who comes here, sure it is your son Ireton.  

Upon Bradshaw.  
My Epitath is, [ J burn in Hell]  
Which with my deeds doth fit full well;  
I was a Rogue, and so I died,  
And none like me was e're beside.   Ireton. 
Oh have I found you both together, what is the news of breaking open the Caves of the earth, and fetching out our dead bodies; is not our plagues here already enough, but that we must again be taken out of our graves, and made a Spectacle to the World, by being hanged and butted under the Gallows, a just reward for such blood suckers as we were, who have filled the earth with our wickednesses, and made all good men ashamed to think of our wicked actions: Oh Father cronwell it is not above 3. or 4. years since our Words and Swords was Laws, and that we were King-killers, and hanged and banished every one that did but speak against us, or our Tyrannicall doings: but now the vengeance of God is completed upon us, and that justly. I must confess that I was your right hand, as long as I lived, in all your blo●dy designs, and the very chief chief contriver of the Kings death; and you found me so good a Practitioner in wickedness, that you thought you could never do ●nough for me, witness, your marrying me to your Daughter( good Gentlewoman) and your fending me into Ireland, to be chief governor, indeed I was your only beloved Son in Law in whom you trusted all your secret Mackinations and wicked Contrivances, and had not I been fetched away before you, no doubt but I had succeeded you; and exceeded you( if possible) in all your villainies. Therefore it was very fit that our rotten carcases should be hanged together,( although dead) that had been the cause of hanging and murdering so many innocent persons, wose blood we now find, to our sorrow, crying so loud against us for vengeance. But stay, who comes here, another of our bloody acquaintance; if I be not mistaken in him it is Pride, one that had his hands in acting( ●hough he had not brains enough to plot) our bloody designs as well as ourselves and to say the truth, our very stalking-horse: but no more wit then one of his Dray-horses, but as bold as Bayard.  

Upon Ireton.  
I of ●he devil did take degree,  
Thinking of him to have a Fee;  
but now I am got into'th pot  
With my Sire cromwell too too hot.   Pride. 
O my guts, I am scorched to pieces! Oh that I had followed my Trade of Brewing small Beer, and kept to my slings and never took up the sword: I am sure it had been a great deal better for me: I had not such Satanical Attendance to wait upon me now: but I am sure it was long of your delusions, and our father the devil( that now pays us our wages) to persuade me to murder my King, and to affront him to his face, while he was alive, who is so glorious and happy, now we are tormented. I must be made a colonel forsooth, and then nonesuch one the Kings houses given me, and after that made one of the Lords of your other House, I had rather been made a Tom-Turd, and a great deal fitter place for me: It would have been a better employment then to be a Stoaker where I am, but I promise your Highness for all the honours I received from you, you shall not want fire: I have stayed too long with you, for truly I do not care for your company, I must go to another place to be hanged, but I am sure I shall be with you again too soon; so for the present, adieu Noll, Bradshaw and Ireton, & your plagues attend you.  

Upon Pride.  
I of a Brewer too high did swell,  
But then at last too low I fell.  
Better it was for to sell grains,  
Then to endure such woeful pains  
As I do in this woeful place,  
I wish that I had had more grace.   Oliv●r. 
Is he gone?  Ireton. 
I, but here comes another in his Room.  Oliver. 
Who is it?  Ireton. 
O another of our damned crew, it is Scot your late Secretary who desired when he was dead, it might be written upon his Grave, Here lies one of his Kings Judges; but he is served otherways, for he hath neither Grave nor Epitath, but his Quarters set upon the Gates of London to be rotted away, or devoured by the Fouls of the Air.  Scot. 
What dismal shri●ks and groans are these that I am now acquainted with; it was better with me when I was one of the Judges of my gracious King; and Secretary to Oliver cronwell and the Rump. Then did I fare deliciously, never wanted a Squadron of Wbores, took my pleasure in Signing of Warrants to cut honest mens throats, was sent to pervert Gen. monk, but alas he was too honest to be wrought upon by such a caitiff as I; he fooled me and the Rump, and then begun my misery, for then they tried me for that horrid fact of murdering my King; and so I was hanged and quartered, a just reward for all bloody Traytors, and now I with a great many more am come to bear you company; for as we took pleasure in blood and cruelty together, so let us be tormented together, it is pity we should be partend; so devil claim thy due. Here comes our late mayor General Harrison, the head of the Fifth Monarchy-men, he looks very fierce.  

Upon Scot.  
Here lies a bloody rebel bold,  
That killed his King for gain of Gold,  
'Tis known he loved Whores full well,  
For which he now repents in Hell.   Harrison. 
How now, what is this the ruling of the earth, that I so often prated and  told my Companions of? Is this according to my promise to my Wife and other of my fraternity, to return again in six days, but now I have seen six weeks, and I am sure must tarry here for ever, world without end. I could not repent of murdering my King, when I was at the Gallows, and to die, but now it is too late, I would repent but cannot, therefore I would desire all you of my fanatic crew, who are yet alive, to leave off your Rebellions and Treasons, and make Religion no longer a Cloak for your wicked and bloody desings, but that without dissimulation( which will be hard for you to do) you would truly honour King Jesus, and obey his Vicegerent, King Charles the 2d. your lawful King, who he through his mighty power hath set over you; then may you scape that shameful death, which I too lately fuffered and justly brought upon myself. Well I must be gone, I'll say no more but leave yourselves to be judges how you were misled.  

Vpon Harrison.  
Here lies that mighty man of might  
That taught his men to Preach and fight.  
They were in the wrong and not the right,  
And so they bade the World good-night.   Peters 
So so, a brave Convention, what all you met together and not call me to your meeting?  cronwell 
Oh, my beloved Chaplain, art thou come, I have mist thee long, I prithee how comest thou hither, wert thou hanged too, or didst thou hang thyself?  Pet. 
Nay mary, if they had let me alone while I had hanged myself it should have been long enough; without it had been with the Butchers Wife, for your Highness knows that I loved he● and m●de as much use of her as you used to do of Lamberts Wife: but if we had not committed no worse sins then that sweet sin of Venery, I may be it had been better for us then now it is: But oh the Kings blood, whose death you and I complotted as we rid between Dunstable and St. Albans, and other innocent persons that we have caused to be murdered, it is that cries so loud against us. But because you would know how I came hither I will tel you. They Codemn'd me to be hanged at Charing-Cross, whithin fight of that fatal place where the King lost his life, and then to be headed and quartered; and my quarters set upon the Gates of the City of London, as a Spectacle to all other Traytors. which was accordingly done: and now my Ghost is come to keep company with you in this place of darkness and desolation.  

Vpon Peters  
I was the only preaching-man  
From which all mischiefs sprung,  
And did such horrid things create.  
Which would make all the World retreat.  
Nay let the World lie down and die  
When they hear of thy villainy.  
So I go to my cursed crew,  
Saying farewell World, and so adieu.  
Take me devil, do me no wrong.  
For I from thee have stayed too long.  
The Night is gon●, ●he Day i● almost spread,  
Our woeful Ghosts ●o● T●burn now are fled;  
Each to ●i● doleful station now is bent,  
For fear they by grand Plato should be shent.   
FINIS.