THE Duke of Monmouths Triumph over all his Misfortunes.
Who is now Pardoned and Entertained at Court, by the Intercession of His Royal Highness the Duke of YORK.
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I.
Come Brethren of Faction, Rebellion Distraction,
throw by all your hopes of a future Success,
We are totally Routed, both Design and Action,
each hour gives us Caution to pine and look less:
Brave Monmouth we've lost him, since fortune hath crost him
he finds how by all our Intreagues he was sham'd,
We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head,
since Monmouth hath left us to Hang and be Damn'd.
II.
Monmouth at Court again, we must come short again,
of making of Kings, and disposing of Crowns,
I sear our chief Plotters will sculk and desert amain,
there's nothing appears in the Heavens but frowns:
Let no Fool Dissenter, rejoyce at a venture,
the Consequence tells me the Cause will be sham'd;
We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head,
since Monmouth has left us to Hang and be Damn'd.
III.
Great Monmouth, Tom draw'd him, & Shaftsbury shew'd him
what a short easie step it was into the Throne;
And made all the Factious and Rout to applaud him,
for leaving both Father and Uncle alone:
Now we are all blamed, and he's Entertained,
and may be advanced as he was before;
We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head,
since Monmouth hath loft us to Hang or live poor.
VI.
Great Monmouth we praisd' him, with Bone-fires amaz'd him,
and made him the God and Idol o'th Crowd,
In every County o'th Kingdom Carress'd him,
till we were all quasht and dissolv'd in a Cloud:
But now we must scamper and run at a venture,
he has made such discoveries we all shall be Hang'd;
We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head,
since Monmouth hath left us to Hang or be Damn'd.
V.
The chief of our number, I fear will fall under
the lash of the Law, and the Hatchet and String;
For making of parties Conspiring to murther,
so lawful, so loving, so gracious a King:
Now Monmouth abhor it, he'l Hang them that's for it,
great York hath most bravely his pardon obtain'd;
We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head
since Monmouth hath left us to Hang and be Sham'd.
VI.
There's Thousands unnamed, that will be Arraigned,
and Godfrey's murther perhaps may be known,
A Harvest of Rebels by Ketch must be tamed,
then Charles may live happy and safe in his Throne.
Let Tom and Grays fancies, stick close to their wenches,
I fear they'l be found out where e're they are ram'd;
We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head,
since Monmouth hath left us to Hang and be Damn'd.
FINIS.
Printed for J. Dean, in Cranborn-Street, in Leicester-Fields near Newport-House, 1683.