Come and behold ye salvation of ye Lord.
HEAVEN SHALL TURN THY WEAPONS AGAINST THEE
The wrath of God is uoon all those that conspire against his Church.
My testimony full triumphs
Godfres murder did undoe
The knot of all yse plotting Crew.
Why should Stafford so deny
What he knew as well as I
Living dying still the same
Rome will nere forget my name
This Crown they aimd at but the host of Heaven protects it.
By our discoverys you may know
What damn'd Intreagues are hatcht below
The INFERNALL CONCLAVE
How shall we destroy thesese Hereticks
Go on and Prosper yuou Holyness is sure of me.
It must be by a general Massacre.
Exit Visct Stafford.
Behold th'Infernall Conclave, mett in state,
Contriving Englands and its Monarchs Fate.
Assassinate the King, Subvert his Laws,
They cry'd, and on their Ruin build our Cause.
Pardons were streight prepar'd, and men made free
Of Heaven to perpetrate their Villany.
And thus secure, their Plotts went briskly on,
Against our fixed Laws and settl'd Throne.
But he that sitts enthrond, in mercy chose,
Those instruments, that did the whole disclose.
And thus to Oates and all the rest wee owe
The Kingdoms Peace, if wee can keep it so.
London Printed for Ben: Combe at the hall and Anchor in Lombard street.