THE Salamanca Doctors COMMENT Upon the PROCLAMATION, For Apprehending Colonel John Rumsey, Richard Rumbold, Richard Nelthorp, Wade, Goodenough, W●lcot, Thompson, Burton, Hone, for Conspiring to kill the KING.  
HEre's Plot upon Plot, bandy'd back and again, Settle upon Elkana, and Elkanah upon Settle, now in the Devils name who set me to work, and has outdone me at my own weapon; what shall I do? or where shall I hid myself? The works of Darkness are brought to Light, and Men see through us and our Plots as through a Riddle.  
Verily Beloved, the Loyalty we pretended, the Light which we boasted of, was but an Ignis Fatuus, a Will ● ' th' Wisp, that lead us out of the Kings high Road to commit Treason on the Prerogative, and hath left us at last like Patience and Pilkington in the pound.  
A Proclamation for Apprehending True and Loyal Protestants in a True and Loyal Protestant Cause, and for killing the King over again, when it was so well laid upon the Papists, where art thou Patience? Sincerely Beloved, in verbo sacerdot●s, for all our Boasting in the Lord, the Lord is not with us nor our Cause, having left us to ourselves as to the Inward Man, and our outward Man to the Devil and the Hangman as they can agree.  
Hath it cost so much pains and Blood to lay it on the Papists, and is it at last turned upon the Saints, and by themselves too, laid at our own Doors!  
Surely the Lord hath forsaken us, and Fortune that used to be on our side, like the Protestant Poet, has turned Cat in Pan, for never was such a Turn for the Saints since the triumvirate took their Turn at Tyburn.  
Hang me for a Jesuit, if I did not suspect this ever since the Dog Towser and the Salamanca Bull were at difference about the first Conjunction of the Plot in Capricorn. Well, my Heart misgave me ever since the Protestant joiner miscarried at Oxford; geminy! how our Cause has gone down the Wind ever since, and since the Protectant Cooper with the politic Cask, was stav'd in Holland, the Tories have been Cock a hoop.  
farewell those good Times, I never opened my wide Jaws but I belched out a Parliament, I never closed my Flaming Eyes but I dreamed of a parliament, I never speak but I raved of a Parliament. But now instead of Parliaments, I have got Proclamations in my Head, my Noddle stuffed with Proclamations, my Ears clogged with Proclamations, and the Town filled with Proclamations. They Roar like Thunder and Fly about like Lightning, and as if Heaven had designed it for the last Trump of the Saints, the Voice of the Roaring lion is heard through all the Corners of the Land.  
Oh! Men and Brethren what shall we do to shun the Judgement, for we are guilty as well as they. Shall we hid ourselves like Domitian in a Vault, or like Patience in a Cockloft? shall we fly with Goodenough from Justice, or submit with West even to the betraying of the holy Cause? or shall we for the hope of 100 l. Betray one another? I think that were best. I am resolved— But who'l believe me? being so great a Villain in the first that I could not be trusted in this Second Plot. Oh! Brethren! what shall we Resolve, and where are your Resolves now?  
Will your Resolving it a Popish Plot save you from a Presbyterian Conspiracy.  
Will your Resolving Rumsey to be a True and Loyal Protestant, keep him from the reward of a dangerous and Malicious Traitor.  
Will your Resolving Rumbold to be well affencted to the Protestant Cause, save him from Dying an Enemy to the King and Government?  
Will your Resolving Nelthorp, Goodenough and the rest to be Innocent, save them from the penalty of the proclamation?  
Can you Resolve Shaftsburys Head upon G— s shoulders to Revert the plot upon the Papists, and bring himself and the rest out of the pound.  
Can you Resolve to turn the Court of Justice and the Thames to run back to the Fountain Head.  
Can you Resolve to take off the Kings Head and not venture your Necks in the Attempt?  
A Pox on your Resolves and Green-Goose Clubs. Why did you not Resolve me a Cheating Lying, perjured Villain, when you Resolved me a Learned Doctor and Saviour of the Nation? Why did you not Resolve to hang me rather than see me Starve in my Old Station of Want and beggary? What shall I Resolve? I cannot go, nor dare I Stay, I have onely, with my Brother Judas, one Resolve left, that is, to Hang myself.   

EDINBURGH, Re-printed by the Heir of Andrew Anderson, Printer to His most Sacred Majesty, 1683.