The Second Part of the Tragi-COMEDY, Called NEW-Market-FAYRE OR Mrs. PARLIAMENTS New Figaryes. Written by the Man in the Moon. Prologue. Gentlemen, our Poet bids me say, You're Welcome all unto his Second Play; He prays you read; and if you find in it Nothing but Treason, then expect no wit. Some Rhyme there is; he hopes, some Sense, and Reason, At least to make you say, 'Tis witty Treason. His Scenes (he vows) do only aim to please The Public; and cure each foul disease Of Manners in the Government: descry Where the State-humors and Diseases lie, Prescribes a remedy to allay Pride, Ambition, Treason, Lust, and Deicide. Corbet will teach you in his part to paint The Devil in the likeness of a Saint. Which cannot choose but make proud rebels rage, To see themselves thus acted on the Stage. But if you please, now to advance his Plays, His Market's ended; and he's Crowned with Bays. Printed at you may go look. 1649. To his much Honoured Friend, The Man in the Moon, on his Play called New-Market-Fayre. MY Fancy is too dull, my Muse to weak To praise thy Genius; when each line doth speak, And claims for thee a Lawrel▪ yet I'll strive Within thy Play to keep my Name alive. I cannot flatter Truth; this happy flame More than thy Moon; gives thee Eternal Fame, And builds o'er Time a Triumph; Cold desires Grow warm, and kindle by thy Loyal Fires: True hearts are now reviv'd, and learned to sing Vive le Roy; and God preserve the King. Whilst Regicides whose vile memories rust And Names descend much deeper than their dust: Like painted Moons, that with dull Lamps profane Thy clearest Light, at Full; most in their Wain. Whose Gild must line their Coffins; whilst thy shine, Shall be a Light unto the Sacred Nine. F. W. Esq The Actors Names. Constantius and Fidelius Two loyalists. Fairfax and Cromwell Possessed with Devils. Three Traitors. Ireton Huson Pride Lady Fairfax and Mistress Cromwell, with Ruth Incontinence, and Abigal Concupicense, their Maids of Honor. Gorge & Morley, Their Paramours. Miles Corbet. A jesuite. Hugh Peter and Dorrislaws Ghost. Sheriffs, Aldermen, A Keeper and Executioners. The Second Part of the Tragi-COMEDY, Called NEW-Market-FAYRE. OR Mrs. PARLIAMENTS New Figaryes. ACT 1. SCENE 1. Enter Constantius, and Fidelius. Const. 'TIs strange Fidelius that they should Recover! 'Twas said their wounds were Moral▪ The Heavens are surely angry, And lock their Azure Portals 'gainst our prayers, Menacing the worse of miseries; They would not else insuse their powerful influences To rescue Traitors from their punishments. Oh Fidelius, when I but think what they have done by Butchering Sacred Majesty— I am astonished! What ' is't these fear to do? They'd Martyr JOVE, could they come at him too: But yet I'll not despair, but by my Constancy And Faith vanquish all miseries: Our griefs be folly; our Tears cannot suffice, Unless our hearts make Charles a sacrifice. Fidelius. Content thyself Constantius; though Traitor's flourish, and such dunghill weeds sprout up through fatness of the soil. 'Tis but a time, and a time present too, Then they'll be weeded out: They can't demur, adjourn, or say to morrow; When their Accountant calls, they must obey, Though now they do o'er Truth and Justice sway. The people say they were recovered by a miracle, wrought by one Peter's an Excorcist, and now admire, adore, and think them Gods, more than they did before; And say 'twas justice made great Charles to bleed. Const. Blind ignorant wretches, that can't perceive Gods from Devils; Impostors from Potentates; it's but in vain to inform them, till their own folly make them sensible; But does Cromwell mean to steer his Course for Ireland? Fid. For Hell he does. Con. I, that has been his Journey these seven years; He will come to his journey's end in time, But to Ireland I doubt he will not. Fid. He tells the People that he will go, but that's in the Mystery; he intends nothing less in the History: 'Tis to get arrears, what men and money he can, and then Fairfax will soon understand whether he intends. Con. I hope his first day's march will be to guard him to Tower-hill, according to his desers, to make that his Headquarters; and after retreat to Westminster and be Crowned, & then he may make Deputies, and not expose himself to hazards upon so desperate a Design, as Ireland is like to prove: Oh you know not the subtlety of that Jesuitical-head-piece! A little time will make known his intents: whilst then we will observe the cause● of their vile Actions, and discourse the Effects to ourselves; yet let us be as secret as we can; these Serpents will sting us else. we'll be as wise as Serpents, Serpents to prevent, To Loyal-Doves, we'll prove as Innocent. Exit. Enter Fairfax and Cromwell. Crom. we're now at Amity, and made both one▪ I hope there will remain no Jealousies or Fears each of other? Fair. I have not any the least Jealousy or Fear of thee my dear Lieutenant; but hug thee as my second Self: Oh that I could by this embrace beget a wit like thine; the State wants Policy as well as Money; and mine's but little, thine a full Magazine to arm a Kingdom, and muster all Designs, Plots and Stratagems of State with safety and ease to keep, what we have waded through blood and danger to obtain. Crom. My Lord, I am your Servant, and the States; and must, and will endeavour to keep for them what I have got: But still my Lord, the People are too rich and powerful, they must have more Taxes and more Assessments to keep them under; and when they are poor and needy, they'll be the more our vassals, and subject to our power: Have not the peremptory slaves disarmed Capt. Thelwels' troop at Drayton in Shropshire, taken both their Horse and Arms, & stripped them to their skins? Have they not at Chester done the like? and since in Worcestershire? Come, come, they will Robel unless we make them poor; let's Tax them throughly; worse language than they do, they cannot give us; therefore let's about it; you to the Parliament and I to the Council of State presently. Money's the life of War, and must be had, Although we make the silly Hinds run mad. Exit. Enter my Lady Fairfax, and Ruth Incontinence her Maid. Lady Fair. Is my husband gone to the Ruth? Ruth. Yes verily Mistress; he is gone amongst the Members, the holy-members, the fructifying-members, the increasing and multiplying-members. Indeed Madam, something was the matter my Master called for Beer so early this morning; Ha', ha', ha', I hope it will appear ere long: I promise you I thought something notwithstanding when he fetched such a draught, 〈◊〉 pithy your Case Madam, but could not cry; pardon me, I am your waiting-Maid, and can a little understand what belongs to the case of a Gentlewoman. Lady. Fair. If thou hadst as much cause as I, thou mightst cry 〈◊〉 die too: I'll tell thee Ruth, he lies by me all night like a log, though I warm him, and warm him again, yet notwithstanding I can get no life nor motion in him; And when my desires are fervent and ready for the onset, he like a Coward faces-about, falls off, and basely retreats, and will observe no postures at all: Nay, if he would but Present, it is so hot upon the matter, that it would go near to give fire, and discharge itself, and do execution too: Let me woe him, and woe him, he will do nothing, starts in his sleep, cries out Blood, blood, and says he is damned in his bed; and Verily, verily, I must say unto thee Ruth; that I think he is bewitched, for since he had the last wound with the fall on his Sword, he has been so cold, and as useless to me, as a King is to England. Ruth. Intruth lafoy Mistress get another, the world is not so dull, if one won't another will; 'Tis no matter for Fame, 'tis but a Bladder of wind, one prick of a Pin●● lets it out; if you have a mind to taste the sweets of Love, satisfy your desires to the full; I shall be as useful to put it forward as another. She that confines her beams to one man's sight, Is a dark Lantern to a glorious light. Madam I'll fetch the Party you wots of. Exit. Lady Fair. Prithee do. I hate all bloudy-men, give me the man that arms with an embrace; can make, not kill a man: O how powerful is Love, that it can make an unjust Act seem honest, nay lawful too— Enter Mr Gorge. Gorge. What makes my Love thus solitary and alone? Come my Life, my Happiness, let's taste some sweets shall make the gods to envieus; There is no pleasure, but in thy embrace. Lady Fair. You men love to flatter us, and we like silly fools are pleased with all that comes from them we love. Gorge. I'll please thee if I can my Deer, the Paphian Goddess never was worthy of such love as thee; Let's in and taste, And by our close entwines, we'll teach the wood-him, to embrace the Vines. Lady Fair. We must be secret though, because o'th' wicked, they are apt to scandal us, and bring us on their Stages; yet I have done the best to have my husband put them down, yet all won't do. Gorge. Come my dear, I'll prethee down, and act a part, shall ravish thee, and cheer thy grieved heart. Such acts best please, whose sins relish of love, Sound Music then, and revish from above. Sound. ACT II. SCENE III. Enter Mistress Cromwell and her Paramour Morley, with Abigail Concupiscence her Maid. Mrs Crom. So, now we are in our Kingdom: What is it to enjoy the World, and miss the thing we love? Here is a Jewel for thee, 'twas the late Queens, wear it for my sake, and come to me to morrow, thou shalt have Gold what thou wilt have; thou shalt not want if the State has it: Spend freely, and when 'tis gone, thou shalt have more. My Noll shall fight with the Irish, thou shalt fight with me, clad in more softer Arms. Abigail how sits this Gown? Abigial. It bears an exceeding Grace behind; Madam, you have rumpled the Pleats with your Day-Couch, will you have another? Mrs Crom. Fetch me the Cown that cost 2000 pounds, if it likes me, I'll put it on; My dearest Marley shall see how it becomes me; and embrace me in't. Morley. So sweet a body deserves the rarieties of Europe, and all to little to dec● you Madam, I am doubly blessed to enjoy so noble a Mistress as yourself. Mrs. Crom. Let's in my dear, and sport a while, And with sweet love, the tedious time beguile. Exit. Enter Miles Corbet with Search Letters to my Lord Fairfax and Cromwell. Corbet. Yet I have managed State-affairs with case and ●●ill, and thrive and am grown Rich by my industrous practice: Here's Letters from Scotland I fear will not be pleasing; 〈◊〉 I must deliver them; Yet I hope by this new troubling the waters I shall get most Fish; I'll in, and seek my Lord General presently. Miles Corbet Enters the Chamber of Fairfax, where he discovers his Lady and Gorge in the very Act; they start up affrightued, (thinking him the Devil) come forth all un-ready, running over the Stage, crying The Devil, the Devil. Enter Corbet. Corbet. Am I awake, or in a Dream? or do I walk in my Sleep? This is no vision sure: methoughts I saw two (whom I am loath to name) glude like a pair of Goats in a sportful dalliance; I must wink at this, there's danger to disclose it, lest that her husband should not credit me, and she should lay that to my Charge, was acted by the other; It may be her Lord Consents: I know not what to think! If these be Queent-street do, I'll to Kings-street to the Lieutenant General to see what he'll say to these Letters. I'll be silent, there's nothing to be got by this discovery; besides 'tis my own case at home daily. He that will wind his borne in his own rounds May chance to be devoured by his own hounds. Exit. Enter Hugh Peter's Solus, like a Necromancer. If this trade fails, then farewell all; Albertus was a mere Juggler to me; and Friar Bacon but an empty scull, or brazen Image, his Walls of Brass, were Mud to mine: Preaching is too redious for me; I'll leave that to Owen, and to Goodwin: Have I not done a Miracle to repossess these Bodies with Spirits, that were before mere skeletons, and stinking Carcases? (by their despairing rage) they are now as active as ever they were; and possessed with worse Spirits, if worse can be, to manage the grand Design; But before I proceed further in my Art, I must raise the Ghost of Dorrislaw, and ask his Counsel. Make a Circle and Cunjueres. Dorrislaws' Ghost appears from underneath the Stage in Fetters and flames of Sulphire. Peter's. My hair stands upright! a flash of Lightning has gone through my body, and cut my thread of Life a too; I have no power to speak! Dorrislaw. What's he that calls me from my place of horror, where all my music is dismal shrieks of damned Souls, yelling in beds of burning Brimston; Couches of poisonous Toads and stinging Serpents? O M. Peter is it you? you shall along with me. Peter's. I pray thee gentle Ghost forbear, and tell me if the late King be in these lower Regions? Ghost. No, thou Viper, he reigns in Heaven; in Hell there are new torments providing answerable for that damned Crime without all precedents but Bradshaw. Cook, and Steel, and such as those have forged; Knaves hired by Cromwell to corrupt the Laws: Now all made food for Hell's devouring jaws. Next judas, Faux, and Ravilock, their lodgings are prepared: there lies Essen, Pym, Strend, Hamden, Rainthrough, and ten thousand more; there Fairfax, Cromwell, Ireton, Pride, will all like me, Rue their damned Regicide: Their vengeance hasteneth, and come on a main, Though the first be gone, the Second Charles shall Reign. Peter's. Let me go tell them this. Ghost. No, thou must not; Pluto won't give way, His Fiends attend; and will not longer stay. Exit the Ghost carrying away Peter's. ACT III. SCENE V Enter Mr Corbet with his Letter, going to Cromwel's house. Corbet. I'll enter here, and see if I can meet with such a sight I did before. (peeks behind the ●●●gg●igns, and sees Morley and Mrs Cromwell a bed together. Hell and damnation 〈◊〉 what, are we all turned Sodomites— O my head, how it ●●es, I'll home presently; and If Roe be there, what shall I do? fight with him I dare not; ●will but be the worse; for than my wife will take his part: since others being my betters wear the horn; I'll think it honour, never dream of scorn: but my neighbour will call me Wittol, that's the worst; No matter, I am ne'er the worse, The Fox thrives best, when that the Geese do curse. Since 'tis our fate; and now grows all the fashion▪ I'll rather honour, than disgrase the Nation. I'll love the man▪ that makes my Wife his mate▪ And hug his Purse, till he doth horn my pate. Exit. Enter Ireton, Huson, and Pride. Hus. But does the news hold true concerning Ireland? Ire. Too true, I fear; We must divert our Course some other way; Ormond is 20000 strong; 'tis thought he is now 〈◊〉 Fortifying all the Ports, and then intends for England. Pride. I would we had him here. 'Tis not a hundred thousand that we fear. Our Horse are lusty, and our Men be strong. Huson. I, but our Money's weak; how shall we do for that the People won't disburse? Ireton. Can we not force it then? Necessary must not observe a Law; make them but poor, and then we shall not want Soldiers nor moneys: Are we not the Keepers of their Liberties? why not their Money too? We will disburse, give them as they deserve, It they'll not sight; then let them hang and starve. Pride. When we have all; we'll order them at will: If we suffer them peaceably to enjoy their Estares; we must not look to enjoy ours; No, I hold it best to kirb● them in, be sure to keep them down, Prosperity will always aim to get a Crown. Huson. Besides, when we have all; we know what to trust too; and not before: then we can disburse at our pleasures; and rather than want; if there be urgent necessity, make use of our own Estates at last, but not before; 'tis our best policy to preserve all we can against a rainy day: Lands are but d●●● Commodities, they will not off; besides we can't mans●●●● them: Money it is must do the deed, That's our best friend, should we but be in need. Ireton. we'll have it then: Come lest draw our Forces into the Country's first; and then we'll come upon the City with afresh supply; Fairfax ●●rall down; for he is grown to him▪ Enter Fairfax and Cromwell. Fair. Will they murmur still? Indite me for Murder! Who dares do it? have I not Forces to protect myself? this is Lilburn and his Faction; they'll never be quiet till they have my life; but perchance I'll have some more of theirs first. Crom. Hang up two or three more, 'twill make the rest to fear. Fair. 'Twas by your Counsel I hanged up those I did: Did you not at War● persuade me to have Arnold shot, and L●ckier since; that won me hate of all my Soldiers, and the People too. aside. Crow. And that I hope will quickly end thy fate. My Lord, Justice must be done; you know I, in all such cases, cannot help ye; I am called hence and must away; the safety of the State requires it: Farewell my Lord; aside. If that my Plot hit right: My Policy shall Conquer all your Might. Exit Crom. Fair. My Lieutenant is too wise for me; well, if he does set the People on me for their Agreement I am lost; I fear it is his Policy to withdraw himself, that they may have the better opportunity to surprise me, and free himself, so they cut me off; that he may enjoy all: Something is in't; I am so troubled in my sleep; My wife afflicts me too, which makes me weep. Exit. ACT iv SCENE VIII. Enter 6 or 7 Aldermen and the Sheriffs, as if they came into New-Park a hunting with hounds. Pennington. What Game is there in this Park? Keeper. O Sir; here be Staggs of State, Harts, Bucks, Does, Sorrells, Sores Teggs, Prickets, Fawns; and abomination of Fish and Fowl. Pen. Will you give me the Names of them all, because 〈◊〉 may know what to thank the Parliament for 〈◊〉 they have bestowed much of us, for this one Dinner; enough to make us many: Staggs and Harts I have heard of in the City; and Bucks too; but Teggs, brock's, Sores, and Prickets, I know not what they mean: pray are they Fish, or Fowl? Keeper. Neither Sir: they are Beasts, that come to it by degrees, as your Children newly born, first they come to be Fawns, and then in their youth, they come to be Prickets; in their prenticeship, to be Brockets; in their freedom, to Bucks of the first head; when Common Councel-men, of the second head, when Aldermen, of the Game Royal; and than you may know them by their Brow-Antlers: And for the Hinds and Does they be the Females, as it might be your wives, or your Sons wives. Atkins. It seems there is a Commonwealth in a Park; but do they engender too? Keeper. Yes Sir, in Rutting-time; how could they increase else? only they defile their members. Mayer. But do they do the Act like us? Keeper. Very like you Sir; but increase more. Atkins. Are there Coneys too? Keeper. Yes Sir, more than you have in your City. Woolaston. But does not some vermin annoy them? Keeper. Yes Sir, but we have another vermin called Ferits and Tarryers', that like your Worship's Clerk Everet, can enter their grounds & so ferret their berries, that many times their skins pay for their offences; & then our traps are just like your prisons. Bide. Their skins may serve to fur us Gowns. Keep. Sir, no Scarlet nor Plush is finer wear. Atk. Hereafter, you must preserve them for us then. Keeper. Sir, they are my Fees; besides your Worships should not be clad in Foxes, or in Polecatts skins, lest you be termed vermin; the Lions, or the Panthers, or the Ermyns skin is more rich and fitting for your wear. Fook. I know no great degrees of skins; methinks the Asses hide's as serviceable as the Lion's skin, & more fit for ornament. Keeper. There be Asses too Sir in the Park. Mayor. Then for Fowl and Fish, what store is there? Keeper. O●●, they ●esin●●ite there be Owle●, Wood cocks, Buzzards, Cuckoos, Rooks, Wiggins, and all ●e●● Worship●●●cen desire: Besides Parliament Pu●trick●, Halpyes, Night-Ravens, screechowls, and whatever your Worships can name. And for Fish, here be Pikes, that like those you know where, eat up their own kind; and C●●ps that die wallowing in the M●●●de (like your Worships in your feather, beds;) besides the Carp may serve for your servants, and the people; and great Tench, that you may catch without books or pulleys; besides Roach, Dace, Eels, Bream, Perch, and abundance more. Pen. Are there no Whales, Saturn o●s or Lobsteks there? Keeper. No Sir, they are in the Seas, where your Worship's Ships sail. Pen. I had thought they had come from hence. Mayor. Well Brethren, it behoves us to give thanks to the Council of S●●● and the Parliament for all these benefits, and a 〈◊〉 n●● them the Sum; 'tis but 150000. l. a mere toy; if the Sea be but secured by their Navy, we shall fetch it up again in a year, and less. Omnes. Content, content, let them have it, let them have it; and our Letter of Thanks 〈◊〉 boor. Since we have b●●k, Old Sport and Deer such store; If they do ask, they shall have ten times more. Keeper. Yes, yes no doubt but they'll be as free to you, of that that is not their own. 〈…〉 aside. The ●ight Ma●●●, Pa●●●, Chases and Forests, are liberally bestowed; the old proverb must be verified, Lightly come, lightly go, but they that steal a Deer off the King's Ground, the Horns may hereafter chance to choke them; but they that steal Dear, Trees, Lands and all; the very stones will fly in their faces I hope: What it blessed litter of City-puppies have I to my Masters? O for a pack of good bloodhounds to set on these Actaeon's: ud's— fut, these be mere Gulls, Buffle-pates; there's not a man of them has so much wit, us will reach from his nose to his beard: foh— how they stink; I think some 〈◊〉 them have beshitt themselves. Will your Worships please to see some sport 〈◊〉 the Game is ready, the Buck is Rour●d, Tho. Ringwood. — 〈◊〉— looe,— ha'— loo●— 〈◊〉— that,— that,— that. Bide. This is heavenly Music. Exit Keeper, Mayer, 〈◊〉 Pen. Wooed these Curs were choked, I cannot hear it for them. looks up. Bide. Why, 'tis the Dog's that makes it. Pen. I had thought it had been come from the Skies. The Buck is down already. Bide. 'Tis time we seek our Company, and give over the Chase. Pen. This is no Chase Sir, 'tis a Park. O●● sounds a horn. We are summoned in; let's haste away, This idle sport has quite consumed the day. Let's tell ourselves, and see if we have all our Company. they call themselves, and a●…ss two. Bide. Here's two missing! Pennington. I'll lay a Pot of Ale of that; have you told yourself Sir? Bide. I'll tell again. tells. There wants four now— O, Alderman Soams, and Alderman Chambers did not come; there was but 13 came, and now there is but 11; then as I take it, two are wanting. Pen. But how shall we know which two? Bide. 'Tis my Lord Mayor, and Alderman Atkins are missing. Enter the Keeper running. O Gentlemen, Gentlemen, your Mayor has hanged himself in a Tree, and if you go not quickly he's a dead man; and another is fallen into a pit, and hath so bewrayed himself, 'tis wonderful! I think he has broke his neck, for he stirre● not. Pen. Brethren away, I fear there is some Treason. exit aldermans. Keeper. Treason 〈◊〉 Traitors! Is not that Nonsense 〈◊〉 I have done my best to Lodge the Deer on that side the P●●● where the most trees and the pits were; but surely that is not reason; and yet I know not neither, for 〈◊〉 everything 〈◊〉 made treason, though it be but Reason in I'll away to 〈…〉 'tis good to prevent a mischief. Farewell old Custard-eaters; I hold it reason. Not to serve you, for fear I commit treason. Exit. ACT V scene X. Enter Fairfax Bol●u. Fairfax THe Devil stop your mouths; will nothing serve you but The Agreement of the People, The Agreement of the People! Are not the Parliament the People's Represe●●●ives? why, do not they Agree? I am willing to Agree to any thing; yet must their splee● light upon me? O Cromwell, Cromwell, for this I may thank thee; I am so heavy, sad and drowsy, I must take Rest. Lies down and sleeps. Enter three or four Furies, and Antics dancing about him with their hands all bloody, and Exit. No stants and sleeps again Soft Music from above, and this Song. I. WHo on the top of Fortune's Wheel. Stands more glorious than the rest? Others sorrows li●●● feel, Thinking all like them at blessed. II. Guide the Chariot of the Sun, And thence blind with too much light, Such un-even Courses run, (turns himself:) That they turn the day to night. III. These are they that cannot see, Dazzled with the height of place, How they may secured be Of the people's fickle grace. iv But pretend their hearts so deep, They are hopeless there to wade; Where did they but measure keep, Fortune's Children should not sade. V Greatness here may learn to stand Propped with Virtue, so it shall Fearless from rude people's hand Sleep on Down, or softer fall. VI Fumes of Sway must pass away, Rebels fall, that stand by Art; Charles His Virtue still shall sway. And all England take His part● 〈◊〉 VII. What though Rebels fret and frown, That durst aspire unto a Throne▪ Virtue is a Sacred Crown, Subject unto none but O●●. He makes, and starts up ●●●●ed. A C●●●d, a ga●●d; Treason, treason; I am betray 〈…〉 O my distempered Fancy▪ how strange guilt 〈…〉 within, well, since 'tis so 〈◊〉 'tis but a folly to despair; and to repent, would argu●● I were guilty; I have had strange dreams 〈◊〉 all it not well▪ Well come what will, ●e bide the shock of all; And if I stand, I stand; it may I will. Enter Sheriffs and others with the Agreement of the People in their hands. People. Where be the Murderers? seize on them; knock them down: knock them down; Traitors, Tyrants, bloodsuckers; away with them. They seize on Fairfax, Pinion him, and had him away. Fairfax. Who builds his Hopes upon a Common Rou●, Thus must he fall, though for their Rights he fought. Exit. Enter Fidelius and Constantius. Const. Now my dear Fidelius; how likest thou the times now? do they not change apace? does not Divine Justice clearly demonstrate to the World their guilt, and dog them at the heels? do not the Phat●●● ●●mble now? Blood must be revenged; Murder and Patricide, although concealed long, at last betrays itself; nay often times proves his own executioner; but this licenced and open wickedness, invites all hands to take Revenge. Fidelius. The People threaten revenge on all; and do dispute their deaths before their ends: some report Bradshaw hath hanged himself, another drowned; a third is stabb'd; when as they speak but as they'd have it; or as it must be: Thus they oft times say, he's a dead man, that's but condemned; and so are they by heavens Impartial Law; they're but reprieved a while, the day will come. They suffer must, a most assured doom; That Subject make his Sovereign's heart to bleed, Will find a Subject shall revenge the deed. Const. 'Tis true Fidelius; but they never think of that; Rebellion so bewitches them, they know not what they do; but with stupidity and ignorances'; resolve to finish what they have begun, though to scale heaven, or to put out the Sun. Fidelius. When did you see Rebellion prosper? But for black damned Regicide, (by Cook & Rad●●thus Se●●l accounted lawful) it is a sin made Iudas beholding to a 〈◊〉 to ease his Conscience, but these far worse than R●●●agaces or Jews, must expect Judgements worse, The more their sins 'gainst light, the worse their Curse. Const. They say that Fairfax doth die to day; shall we go see him. Fidelius. No, I love not to see the death of any man; nor have I envy at their persons, but their Crimes; I'd rather see them live honest men, then to die Traitors. This is Cromwel's Policy, now he hath filled this sponge to squeeze him; till another does so much for him, which will not be long; if Overton speak true; that Bull's designed for the slaughter next; if he were but well baited first in 〈◊〉. Const. Dublin is for certain taken, London-Derry can't held out; which makes me think he can do little good there if that he were Landed, which is a thing almost impossible. Fidelius. Let's leave the success to him that prosecutes; and into 〈◊〉. The Sun decines, and takes leave of the West. Exit. Enter Fairfax with a Jesuit, Sheriffs, Executioner, and People with 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉. Sheriff. Come b●i●●●ion a way; I never thought he would come to better end, fine▪ he 〈◊〉 his word as New Mark●●● and likewise his Oath and Covenant with his King, and his dear Brethren the Scots. Sir, you had best repent; your time's but short. jesuit. Your Pardon from His Holiness is firm; whispers, is heard. You need not here repent. People. This is a Jesuit, a Jesuit: Hang him, hang him. jesuite. Nay pray good people spare my Life, and give me have to speak; I shall tell you what will make you wonder. People. Speak then; but be brief, protraction may cause another Change. jesuite. And so it will; Let the Sheriff look in the Nape of my Lord 〈◊〉 neck. The Sheriff looks in the Nape of his neck, and finds a Charm, which he pulls away; and his Carcase falls and leaves a noisome stench. Sheriffs. What's the meaning of this, good Sir? jesuite. It is a Charm; the words are dubious, and cannot be made sense of; and this he brought from Holland; Cromwell has the same; 'twas to preserve their Carcases while such a time expired; else they had been dead long time before; and often killed by others. Sheriff. How come it then that Peter's cured them? jesuite. Peter's weary of Preaching Schism; and finding others preferred before him, turns Necromancer, and deals in the black Art: Now their Charms was to preserve them from others hurts, but not their own; they falling by their own swords, were by Peter's, re-possessed with Devils, which gave motion to their bodies. Enter Pride, Ireton, Huson. Ireton. Is the Execution past? People. More Witches, more witches; fall upon them, stone them. The people knocks them down with stones. Enter Gorge and my Lady Fairfax as one door; and Morly and Mrs Cromwell at the other, and meet. Lady Fairfax. My Husband murdered! Draw Mr Gorge. Gorge and Morly fight, and both are mortally wounded. Gorge. I met with you there Sir; Morly falls. Mrs Crom. Nay then thou villain have at thee. pistols him. And for thee Mrs ●r●●, ('tis no time to s●●ld) 〈…〉 (She draws her knife and runs at my Lady 〈…〉 missing her; my Lady Fairfax 〈…〉 Sword, and runs Mrs Cromwell thorow▪ 〈◊〉 apprehend her for murder, and carry her to 〈◊〉 Sheriff. Here is a sudden Tragedy indeed; I doubt there's more ere long will bleed. People. Hang them, stone them; Witch's, Murderer's, Thieves, Impostures: Let's Petition our King home; we shall never be happy else. Owner. Content, Content; Epilogue. Come Royal CHARLES, and with a cloud of thunder Disperse this bed of Snakes, and keep them under. FINIS.