A New Narrative OF THE POPISH PLOT, showing the Cunning Contrivance thereof; WITH A Signal Providence to this Nation in the Discovery of It, and the Plotters; To the Confusion of the wicked Papists, and to the great Comfort of all good Protestants. To the Tune of Packington's Pound. The Contents of the FIRST PART. How Sir Godfrey is killed, how his Corps they hid, Which brought out in Chair, a Horseback does ride; How Jesuits disguised, our Houses do fire; How subtly they Plot, and King's Death conspire; Of divers great Lords drawn in to their Bane, An Irish Army, and Pilgrims from Spain. I. GOod People, I pray you, give ear unto me, A Story so strange you have never been told, How the Jesuit, Devil, and Pope did agree, Our State to destroy, and Religion so old. To murder our King, A most horrible thing. But first of Sir Godfrey his death I must sing, For how'ere they disguise 't, we clearly can see, Who murdered that Knight, no good Christian could be. The truth of my Story if any man doubt, W' have Witnesses ready to swear it all out. II. AT Somerset house there is plain to be seen, A Gate which will led you into the Back-Court, This Vid. Hill's trial. p. 16. Place for the Murder most fitting did seem, For thither much People do freely resort. His Body they tossed, From Pillar to Post, And shifted Viz. 4 times, p. 18,& 19. so often, 'thad like t'have been lost. To watch with Vid. p. 18. dark lantern the Jesuits did go, But no ways disinherited our honest Vid. p. 31. Bedlo. The truth of my Story, &c. III. LEst such close Contrivements at length might take Air, When as his dead Body corrupted did grow, They quickly did find an The Sentinels saw none. p. 69. Invisible Chair, And set him on Vid. p. 20. Horseback to ride at So-Hoe. His own Vid. p. 35. Sword to th' Hilt, To add to their Guilt, They thrust through his Body, but no blood was Ibid. spilled; T' have it thought he was killed by a Thief, they did mean, So they lest Ibid. all's Money, and made his Vid. Coroner's Inquest. shoes clean. The truth of my Story, &c. IV. TO show now th' excess of Jesuitical Rage, They this Loyal City to ruin would bring, 'Cause you Citizens are so religious and sage, And ever much noted as true to your King; T' your Houses they go, With Vid. Dr. Oates's Nar. p. 22. Fire and Tow, Then Ibid. pilfer your Goods, and 'tis well you scape so; Y' have seen how they once set the Town all in flamme; Yet 'tis their best Refuge, if we believe famed. The truth of my Story, &c. V. BY Vid. his Nar. all along. Bedlo's Narration is shown you most clear, How Jesuits disguised into Houses will creep, In a Porter's or Carman's Vid. also Dr. Oates's Nar. p. 68. Frock they appear, Nay will not disdain to cry Chimney-sweep; Or sell you Small-Cole, Then drop in some hole A Fire-Ball, or thrust it up by a long Pole; But I now must relate a more Tragical thing, How these Villains conspired to murder our King. The truth of my Story, &c. VI. AT th' Vid. Irland's trial. p. 19. White-Horse in April was their main Consult, Where a Ibid. Writing these Plotters wickedly frame; The Ibid. Death of our Sovereign was the Result, To which at least Vid. p. 26. Forty all signed their name. They would not do that, In the place where they sat, Trusty oats must Vid. p. 20. convey't from this man to that; To make sure work, by Vid. Oates's Nar. p. 21. poison the dead must be done, And by a Vid. p. 47. long Dagger, and Vid. Pikering's trial. p. 23, &c. shot from a Gun. The truth of my Story, &c. VII. FOr fear at St. Omers, their oats might be missed, They agreed with a Devil t' appear in his place. In a Body of Air, believe't if you list, Which looked just like oats, and moved with the same grace; 'T could Plot, it could Cant, Turn eyes like a Saint, And of our great Doctor no feature did want. Thus Vid. St. Omer's Certificate. hundreds might swear they Vid. also Jesuits trial. p. 47, &c. saw oats every day, But true oats was here, and the Devil saw they. The truth of my Story, &c. VIII. FRom Father Oliva Vid. Oates's Nar. p. 58. Commissions did come, To raise a great Army much Treasure is spent; The Old Man 〈◇〉 once think to take Post from Rome, For to ride at the Head of them was his intent; But Ibid. Bellas' was fit, Who can deny it, To command in his place, When his Gout would permit; Lord Ibid. Stafford was prop'rest to trust with their Pay, Old Ibid. Ratcliff to range them in battle Array. The truth of my Story, &c. IX. TH' High-Treasurer's place the Lord Ibid. Powis did please, Men of desp'rate Fortunes oft venture too far; Lord Ibid. Peters would hazard Estate, and his Ease, And Life for the Pope too, in this Holy War; Lord Ar'ndel of old, So warlike and bold, Made choice of a Ibid. Chancellor's Gown we are told All these did conspire with the Lord Castlemaine, Whom now his good duchess shall ne're Dr. oats saw my Lord's Divorce, as he swore before the King, and Council. catch again. The truth of my Story, &c. X. GReat store of wild Vid. Lords Journal, as also Langhorne's trial. p. 20. Irish both civil and wise, Designed to join with the Ibid. Pilgrims of Spain, Many Ibid. thousands being ready all in good guise, Had vowed a long Pilgrimage over the Main. To arm well this Host, When it came on our cost, Vid. Coleman's trial. p. 23. Black Bills forty thousand, are sent by the Post, This Vid. Journal, and trial, ut supra. Army lay privately on the Sea-shore; And no man e're heard of them since or before. The truth of my Story, &c. The Contents of the SECOND PART. Of Arms under ground for Horse and for Foot, The King almost killed, but Gun will not shoot, For which Pick'ring is whipped, All of them swear To be true to the Plot; yet oats not for fear, But Revenge, being turned away, and well banged, Discovers them all; the Jesuits are hanged. I. THe Plot being thus subtly contrived, as you hear, To God know's how many this As appears in the several trials. Secret th' impart. Some famous for Cheats, yet their Faith they don't fear, To tie a Knave fast they had found a new Art. They Vid. Irland's trial. p. 23. swore on a Book, And Vid. also Hili's trial. p. 32. Sacrament took, But you'll find if into their grave Authors you look, To forswear's no sin( as th' Vid. his Speech in Ireland's trial. p. 81. Recorder well notes) Nor Treason, Rebellion, nor cutting of Throats. The truth of my Story, &c. II. STill blinded with Zeal, and inveigled by Hope, Store of Arms they provide for Fight and Defence, The Lords must command, as Vice-Roys of the Pope, And all over England they raise Vid. p. 30. Peter-pence. Their Letters they sand, By Vid. Jesuits trial. p. 33. Bedlo their Friend, Or else by the Vid. p. 29. Post, to show what they intend, Some hundreds Vid. Dr. Oates's Nar. all along. oats saw, which the Jesuits did writ, 'tis a wonder not one of them e're came to light. The truth of my Story, &c. III. POunds two hundred thousand they to Vid. Coleman's trial. p. 23. Ireland sent, Fifteen thousand to Vid. p. 40. Wakeman for Potions and Pills, Forty thousand in Fire-Works, we guess that they spent, And at least ten thousand for the' foresaid Black Bills; Fifteen hundred more Vid. p. 21. Grove should have, they swore; Four Gentlemen Ruffians deserved Vid. p. 24. Fourscore; Pious Pickering they knew was of Masses more fond, And for Vid. p. 21. thirty thousand they gave him a Bond. The truth of my Story, &c. IV. THese two, to kill the King by Promises won Had now watched for some Vid. Irland's trial. p. 24. years in St. James his Park, And Pickring who never yet Vid. p. 25. shot off a Gun Was about to take aim, for he had a fair mark; Just going to begin't, He missed his Vid. p. 24. Flint, And looking in Pan there was no Vid. Jesuits trial. p. 33. Powder in't; For which, he their Pardon does humbly beseech, Yet had thirty good Vid. Irland's trial. p. 24. lashes upon his bare Breech. The truth of my Story, &c. V. BUt a sadder mischance to the Plot did befall, For oats their main Engine failed, when it came to't; No marvel indeed if he cousen'd them all, Who turned him a Vid. Wakeman's trial. p. 73. begging, and Vid. Jesuits trial. p. 91. beat him to boot. He wheeling about The whole Party did rout, And from lurking holes did ferret them out; Till running himself blind, he none of them Wak. p. 30,& 55. as also Coleman's trial. p. 30. knew, And fainting at Ibid. Council, he could not swear true. The truth of my Story, &c. VI. TO strengthen our Doctor, brave Bedlo's brought in, A more credible Witness was not above ground, He vows and protests what e're he had been, He would not swear false now, for five hundred pound; And why should we fear, They falsely would swear, To damn their own Vid. Wakeman's trial. p. 40. Souls, and to lose by it here; For oats who before had no Penny in Purse Discov'ring the Plot, was seven hundred pound Thus Dr. oats and Mr. Bedlo affirm in Langhorne's trial. worse. The truth of my Story, &c. VII. TWo Witnesses more were let loose from the jail, Though Mr. Prance. One, 'tis confessed, did run back from his word, In danger of life a good man may be frail; And th' Mr. Dugdale. Other they slander for cheating his Lord; T' each one of these men, The Jesuits brought Vid. Jesuits trial all along. ten T● disprove 'em in time and in place, but what then? One Circumstance lately was sworn most clear By a Viz. That Ireland was in Town, Aug. 19. Wak. trial. p. 22. Man who in hopes has four hundred a year. The truth of my Story, &c. Mr. Jenison. VIII. BEsides 'twas oft urged; We must always suppose, To murder the King a great Plot there has been, And who to contrive it so likely as those Who Murders and Treasons do hold for no Sin. Things being thus plain To pled was in vain, The Jury instructed again and again, Did find them all Guilty, and to show 'twas well done, The People gave a Shout for Victory won. The truth of my Story, &c. IX. 'tis strange how these Jesuits so subtle and wise, Should all by the Pope be so basely trapan'd, To hang with much comfort when he shall advice, And go to the Devil too at his command. He may give them leave, To lie and deceive, But what when the Rope does of Life them bereave, Can his Holiness think you dispense with that pain, Or by his Indulgences raise them again? The truth of my Story, &c. X. YEt like Mad-men of Life a Contempt they express, And of their own happiness careless appear; For Life and for Money not one would confess, Th' had rather be damned, than be rich, and live here; But surely they raved When God they out-brav'd, And thought to renounce him the way to be saved; And with lies in their mouth go t' heaven in a string; So prosper all Traytors, and God save the King. The truth of my Story, &c. Concordat cum Recordo. 〈◇〉 FINIS.