A SPEECH Made to His EXCELLENCY The Lord General MONCK And the COUNCIL of STATE, At Fishmongers-Hall in LONDON.  
The Thirteeths of April, 1660. At which time they were. Entertained by that Honourable COMPANY.  Written by Tho. Jordan. 
After a SONG of difference betwixt the Lawyer, the Soldier, the Citizen and the Countryman.  The CHORUS being ended. Enter the Ghost of MASSIANELLO Fisherman of NAPLES. 

IS your Peace just? What rock stands it upon?  
Conscience and Law make the best Union.  
If you gain Birthrights here by Blood and Slaughter,  
Though you sing now, you'll howl for ever after:  
Trust my Experience, one that can unfold  
The strangest truest Tale ere was told,  
In my degree, few men shall overtake me,  
I was as great as Wickedness could make me;  
This heart, this habit, and this tongue to boot  
Commanded Forty thousand Horse and Foot,  
In three week's time, My fortune grew so high  
I could have matched my Fisher's Family  
With the best Blood in Naples: Right and Wrong,  
And Life and Doath attended on my Tongue,  
Till (by a quick verticitie of Fate)  
I find too son what I repent too late;  
And, though a Rebel in a righteous clothing,  
My glow-worm glories glimmered into nothing.   

Thus fell that Fisherman that had no fellow,  
I am the Wand'ring Shade of Massianello;  
Who, since I was into Perdition hurled,  
Am come to preach this Doctrine to the world.   

Rebels though backs with Power, and seeming Reason,  
Time and Success, shall fallen the fate of Treason.   

But stay! 
●e looketh up to the Picture of Sir William Walworth (who stabbed Jack Straw) that hangeth over the head of my Lord General.  what Picture's this hangs in my sight?  
'Tis valiant Walworth, the King-saving Knight:  
That stabbed Jack Straw: Had Walowrth lived within  
These four Months, where had Jack the Cobbler been?  
It was a bold brave deed, and act in Season,  
Whilst he was on the Top-branch of his Treason.   

But from that Shadow, 
To the Lord General.  dropping down My eye,  
I see a Substance of like Loyalty.   

IF long renowned Walworth had the fate  
To save a King, You have to save a State; 
A Parallel   
And, who knows what by Consequence? The Knight  
By that brave Deed, gained every man his Right:  
And you, by this, may gain each Man his due,  
Not only Trusty Hearts, but Traitors too:  
He drew blood, you did not; 'tis all one sense,  
There's but a Straw's breadth in the difference:  
He saved the Town from being burnt, and You  
Have rescued it from Fire and Plunder too:  
He was this Companies good Benefactor,  
And You have been their Liberties Protector;  
For which, I heard them say, they would engage  
Their States, and Bloods, and Lives against all rage  
That shall oppose Your just Designs: And that  
You are the welcom'st Guest, ever came at  
This Table; they say, All they can exhibit  
Is not so much a Treatment as a Tribute:  
They call you the First step to England's Peace,  
The True forerunner of our Happiness:   

And, joined with these great Councillors, 
To the ●●●●…cil of St 〈◊〉  You are  
Our best Preservatives in Peace and War.   

You have a Loyal Heart, a Lucky Hand,  
Elected for the Cure of this Sick Land,  
Who by Protectors and unjust trusties,  
Hath been Enslaved, and brought upon her Knees:   

We humbly pray this may be thought upon  
Before the Kingdom's Treasure be quite gone:   

And hope you will (though Envy look a squint)  
When all is fit, Put a Just Steward in't.   Spoken by WALTER YOUKCNY. 

CHORUS.  
Then may your fame outlive all Story,  
And prove a Monument of Glory;  
Kings and Queens (as Tribute due)  
On their knees shall pray for You,  
Whilst all Truè hearts confess with Tongue and Pen,  
A Loyal Subject is the best of Men.    

LONDON, Printed by W. Godbid over against the Anchor Inn in Little Britain. 1660.