HAa, ha, ha, How bravely have we steer'd the Coast now, Is there no more reprobates left, that we may bring them under an Act of Sequestration, This parting of Estates is a rare piece of employment, my thinks 'tis a gallant frollick.

Content gossip all's ours, though more would do well, what I have makes me jocund.

Jocund Mris, and well you might could you keep it. But whats the cause of this merry Vain you are in, when Mris Rump lies so sick of a Portsmouth Bastard, shee! hardly bring it safe into the World?

How! Sick, Sirrah are you sure of that?

As sure as you you'l live to be hang'd for murrher, Trea­son, and Treachery.

Gallop, Ride, Trot, Amble, Go, Run amaine, withall agi­lity, dexterity, alacrity and celerity, call Mrs. London the Midwife, and tell her that Mrs. Rump desires her to come away presently, for shee's in strong labour and endures miserable pangs and throws that comes upon her by playing the Whore at Portsmouth; pray Heavens she hath not taken some fright at the exclamations of the people a­gainst the Arse, stump, Bum or Fag-end of a Parliament! Ile be sworn it's enough to gally a Gentlewoman of her quallity and breeding to be despised by every idle boy that makes verses, times and Songs of her, making no better of her then a common Camp or Ammunition W— turning up her Tayl to every lowsy ill-dependent, besides Martin the Town Bull. Well she is not the first that hath done amiss, these are but slips occasioned by the weakness of her Sex. I'le in and make her a spiritual Cawdle, I doubt shee'l have an ill bargaine on't. Mrs. Rump, how do you? I say Mrs. Rump will you have a little strong Water of Mrs Scots distillation, or a Cawdle of Sequestration to comfort your putrified Bum?

Oh sick, sick, I must Spew Nurse pray reach the Boul, Haw—aw—aw—

Well Mrs. fetch it up: up with it: Heaven blesse us! What's this looks so red Mrs?

Oh 'tis blood, innocent blood, that hath lay in con­gealed clods in my Stomack a 11 years; Hark how loud it cryes for vengeance! I never felt it before I was overpowred by my Secluded Gos­sips, onely once at Portsmouth, when I was frighted by my Gossip Fleet­woodt party and the London Apprentices, Oh the death of my King, his blood and the fear of his Sons coming, causes my pain to encrease, I understand too late he suffered by my Tyranny, an innocent and untime­ly end.

'Tis well 'tis up, Mrs. cast again.

Aw—aw—aw—Oh my heart is almost burst!

Lord, Mrs. what is that looks so yellow, Is it Choller?

No Nurse 'tis Gold, accursed Gold, for love of which I sold my God, murdered my King, gave away my Soul, and pull'd down the gates, Posts, Percullisses, nay through thy instigation had like to have fired the habitation of Mrs. London my Midwife, and that for a small sum of one hundred thousand pounds Aw—, aw—, aw—.

Quickly Nurse, bring the Bason Nurse.

I come I come, Whats this looks like Parchment Rowld up in form like a Bill of Indictment?

This is that black Bill drawn up by that strumpet my Mother. Bradshaw through the instigation of the Devil, and my Father Crom­wel, against my Royal Soveraigne, for which I endure these bitter pangs.

Is Mris London come? If not, there's no help, we're all undone: what course shall we take to preserve our dearly beloved sister Rump?

Call for more help. Hold fast behind gossiip Nevil, this throw I fear will be her last.

No Ile warrant you, I shall play the Oceano Dr. so well that my Eutopian Physick will bring the Brat to perfection, Tis nothing comes now but a Harp & Cross, it smells so strong of a Commonwealth it can never miscarry.

In good sooth I believe so too. Could she sweat up­on it, as I use to do at Baldwins Gardens, shee'd do well enough.

Or as I have done at VVickam with my Bone-lace-maker, or at Lambeth with my Begger-wench, 'twould thrive in spight in of Fa [...]e.

I'me almost spent Oh, oh, aw—aw—

Whats this looks like Paper?

These are Votes and Ordinances of my own creating, contrary to Law or Reason, made only to keep out my King contrary to my Oath of Allegiance, and for sequestring my friends to stuff my own Coffers. Pray hold my back hard Nurse, or my heart will shiver in pieces. Aw—aw—aw—

Whats this that comes so strongly up? Foh, foh, foh, now it stinks all the Kingdom over, but I cannot help it?

Oh Nurse its too late to help now. This is that dam­nable Declaration you causd to be lap'd up in an Oath of Abjuration, against my Soveraign Lord the King, aspersing him and his whole Line with reproachful lys, calling him Tyrant, who was the Most Just and Religious King in the World; Pray Nurse fling some hot Embers on it, and make hast for Mris Murther, Mris Rapine, and my good neigh­bour Mris Perjury.

Ime gone, here's the Midwife, Mris Londons come for­sooth.

Mris Rump how do you I pray?

Oh Mrs. London, help me now or I die, never did Rump endure so much sorrow, with bitter pangs, sobs and sighs. Oh, oh I am ready to die, you need not have staid so long; there was no Gares, Portcullises or posts to hinder you, Oh I'me ready to depart!

Go, and the Devil go with you, I came but to laugh at thy misery, thou hast had too much of my help already, which hath em­boldned thee to play the Strumpet. Ile not assist thee or thy brat any more Guild-hall is too empty of Bodkins, Thimbles, Rings, and Boles to maintain thy whoredom,

As soon as she had made an end of speaking, in came rushing Mrs. Nevill, Mrs. Scot, Mrs. Walton, Mrs. Martin. Mrs. Vane. &c. who presently fell about her business: one held her hands, another her back, and a third her members, she being in this grievous agony (having no hopes to scape with life, desired Mrs. Haslerig to indite a bill to have her pray'd for) and that it be speedily sent by the Lord Mayor to the several Congregation within every their respective Parishes for her safe Deliverance; which most accurately she penned in form of a Declara­tion, in these words following.

While this was writing Mrs. Rump grew worse and worse, and the good Wives made account she had been drawing on: therefore Mrs. London stept to her and spake as followeth viz.

Dear Daughter I perceive by thy pulses beating, and so much blood springing out of thy Conscience into thy Face, that thou art almost already as it were dead, and its a question whether the Child thou now art in labour with, may come to perfection or no? or live to receive its Christendom, and though I have upheld thee in all thy Actions, and safely brought thee from Portsmouth to Westminster; and succoured the Fox 12. years with Plate, Bodkins, Rings and Bowls, yet thy sins and abominations have been so great I cannot deliver thee so as to restore thee to thy former power, I advise thee therefore re­store what is taken by thy cruel Paws from thy God, thy King, thy Neighbour, and repent of thy perjury.

Whilst thus she speak the Room was fill'd with smoak, over spread clear with darkness, the Candles went out, and terrible thundrings were heard, intermixt with wawling of Catts, howling of Doggs, and barking of Wolves, which strnck a great terrour in all her Gossips; In the mean time Mrs. Rump brought forth an ugly deformed Monster without a head, goggle-ey'd, bloody hands, growing out on both sides of its de­vouring [Page 7]panch, under the belly hung a great Bag, and the Feet were like the feet of a Bear; those that will see this Brat may repair to the Plantation of Fumigosus calld Slavonia, whither she is gone to be Nurs'd by Mris Sequestration; who no sooner is gone but in comes the Secluded Gossips.

What's here to do? Is no room left for us? if not, patience upon force must prove a medicine to purge this place from the usurping power of a lawless Rump.

You are all welcome, pray sit down for I should be unwilling to lose the place of Speaking, by which my Coffers have been stuft with draining the purses and heart-blood of other mens Estates.

Nurse Lenthal, Read over some of the last Papers or manuscripts of Mrs Rump.

Here is an Act against the whole Line of King James by which its neither murther nor Treason, to Kill Kings or murther the most Loyal Subjects. And here's another rare Vote, which I look upon to be very good in Law, for the increasing my Coffers (hoping to be a sharer therein) that is, For sequestring Sir George Booth, and all those of the Royal party that assisted him.

Stay there a while, We disown your Treasons. Those Acts we vote Null and Void. Wee'l clear the way, let the next go on where we have left, right will take place, the stinking Rump be in a rotten condition, and though it be supposed we fatte'd them,

What hideous Monster's this, that appears thus dy'd in Blood, without shape, head or Body?

'Tis I that wait for Pardon. Is no Indempnity for me? though I have dlpt my hands in the Scarlet dy of Majesty, I hope your mercy will exceed my cruelty.

I, as far as Law and Justice will extends; but I see little hope, therefore as thou hast sat long in pomp, so thou shalt lye in State upon a hurdle, and be drawn to thy Country house, where as much pains shall be taken for thee as Judas took for himself.

Since so it is Ile to the City and dy a martyr.

Lay hands on her.