The Second part OF CRAFTY CRVMWELL OR OLIVER IN HIS GLORY AS KING.

A Trage Commedie Wherein is presented, the late treasonable underta­kings, and proceedings, of the Rebells, their murthe­ring of Capt. Burley, with their underhand wor­kings to betray their KING.

VVritten by Marcurius Pragmaticus.

Sit round, and let us Treason talke
against the Houses twaine,
'Tis dangerous abroad to walke
and not returne againe.
Here wee can freely sit and sing.
In a melifluos tone,
And drink full cups unto the King
Wishing him in his Throne.
Confusion, Horror, Dreadfull, Hell
upon the Rebells wait
So let them pine, who durst Rebell:
and govern by deceit.
The Crimson Devills wallow now
In pride, and Luxurie
But Ile their plots Dissect I vow.
and whip their Treacherie.

Non ego pro nihilo, Carcere clausus ero.

LONDON, Printed in the yeare, 1648.

THE PROLOGVE.

IF you were pleased before how much more now
Must you needs smile, and your applause allow.
When you behold Barkstead a Courtier gay,
VVho was a Plow-boy, but the other day.
And Raignsborought, a Skippers boy to Raigne,
Uice-Admirall, on Froathie Neptunes maine.
Burligh's illegall Triall (wonderous thing)
Oliver, Metamorphiz'd, to a King.
With various passages, that will invite,
Your sence at once to wonder and delight.
Here then with candar; but be rul'd by me,
Speake not a worde, what er'e you heare or see.
For this Auther, bid me to you say,
Heed live, to see this plaid another day.

Dramatis Persone.

  • Cromwell, Fairfax,
  • Ismeno an Independent,
  • Solon a Royalist,
  • The 3 Furies Megara, Tysiphone, Alecto.
  • Capt. Burleigh, a Iudge, a Iurie.
  • Harry Martin, Col. Pride,
  • Ireton, Ioice, Col. Raignsborough,
  • 2 Sailors, Servants, Muley, Chorus:

To the Readers of my former peece.

ONce more I come againe, for tis not all
The threats the Members use, can me fore-stall
When mov'd with spleene, I justly on the Stage,
Do whip the crimes of this Vicentions Age.
And tis but requisite, that those who do
Open offences, should in publique too.
See themselves laught at, and be made a scorne
To those Plebeans, have their burthens borne.
And though their Ignorance, prevaileth so.
They hate those Lines, doe from the learned flow.
Have Voted downe all Plaies, on this pretence
Their Sceans are lavish, and to God offence.
Yet let them know St Paul himselfe had Read
And weigh, what learn'd* Epemerides said.
A Creti­an Poet.
Yea, and that same Apostle, held it fit
To grace that Poets Lines, in holy writ.
What other doth a Commedie expresse
Then Lovers Blisse, or their Vnhapinesse,
What doth the Stately Tragedie set downe
But Vices punishment, and vertues Crowne,
and then if so, yee Dolts, how doe you dare
So to wound Learning and those learned are.
Let the whole crowd of Poets, SENECA
SOPHOCLES, SHAKSPEARE, IOHNSON now in clay.
EVRIPIDES, with famous WEBSTER, and.
SVCKLIN, and GOFFE, leave the Elizian Land.
And hurrying hither, with their Delphick baies.
Blast their black soules, who do despise their laies,
But stay, I hold you now to long at Gate
Enter all you, that love the muses state.
And if you like it, love him that unknowne
Writes for your sollace, somewhat for his owne.
Vale.

CRAFTY CROMWEL Or OLJVER in his Glorie.; Secunda pars.

(ACTVS PRIMVS)

Enter Ismeno, an Independent; Solon A Royalist.
Ismeno.

VVEll be it as you said concerning King, and that our Charles; is free from those great crimes, the Houses charge him with, yet doe you think we cannot without him live, and thrive.

SOLON;

surely no; hee is the head, and we the members be, he is our Father, and wee are his Children, Kings of their King­domes as the Centers are, to which each weightie thing it selfe exposes for as all mighty Rivers, flowing streames, the liquid pow­ers what ere they be, do seek in sundry parts by severall currents, great Neptunes bosome who as a Steward of the tumid deeps, doth send them back by many secret windings, and as fame tell us, when the moisture needs, send forth her humed treasurs to re­fresh the Sun-burnt parched plains, so are Kings breasts, the depths where daily slow clear streams of knowledge, for he that hath In­telligence over all, doth commonly communicate to Kings, all ac­cidents of weight perchance may happen, no doubt great Iove since they supply his place, so with their charge to make their vertues even, doth give them supernaturall prescience, and were not our State-mongers grosly blinded, they would perceive the [Page 5] vertues of their Soveraigne, and bow to CHARLES their King, as best of Princes, but their black soules are so orewhelm'd with guilt, they dare not to be reconcild unto him, and rather then they'l meet deserved Desteny, they will be perjurd, both to God and man, which while they do, England sweats blood, bathing it selfe in teares, yet thus twill bee

Vntill the powers, shew more benignity,
The worlds a Tenniscourt, the Rackets Fates
Great Kings are Balls, when God will tosse their States.
Ismeno.

The King did trust to much unto himselfe, which made him fal into so many snares of all men else, great Monnarks have most need, to square their actions, and to weigh their words, Just▪ as the Inferior sphears of force do move, as the first framer, doth their course allot, so doth the peoples manners still attend, on what their Prince, most usually doth do, Kings for the use of many are ordaind, not for to feed themselves luxuriously, keepe Rioters, and Roisters, to attend them, whose pride for to main­taine how oftentimes, have we oth Communalty been rackt and torne? how many Gavestons K. Charles once kept, whose words were orders, and whose wills were Lawes, then Shipmoney, and Polemoney together; Subsities, six at once were not enough, for to maintaine▪ those Epicures at Court, Kings like the Sun, should quite exhale all mists, which often dimme the eyes of the rude vulgar, as precious stones, are the ornament of Rings, the Stone decores the Ring, the Ring the hand, so Kings decore the Court, the Court the Kingdome, and as one drop of poison spent alone, infected fountaines doth with venom fill, even so the greatest states by one mans meanes, may be corrupted, tainted above thought.

A vitious Prince, is a contagious ill,
A Bassilisk, that all hee sees doth kill.
Solon;

Thou art Ismeno, all for Anarchy since CHARLES did ebe, thy fortunes have sweld high, tis wealth and honour that your gang adore, and yet that your wild course might darkned be, your care doth seeme, all for your Country bent, then maskt with Zeale, your Crimes are counted pure▪ A shew of [Page 6] good, doth vulgar minds content, yet this Ile give, as your due Eulogie in all your plots▪ there's courage Ioynd with art, a slow advice, but quick dispatch, us'd nought but successe, your ends doth justifie who must command, or come to be accus'd what hainous thing so odious is by nature, that hath not been commit­ted for a crown.

I wonder not, at these insatiate men
They have no other God, but Gold, how then.
Can they be constant who so live by change.
Who sell themselves, fell all nor is it strange.
Ismeno,

Well Royallist, thou hast now showne thy Zeale, in vindication of thy faulty King, but you, and all your Gang, may talk, not doe, for all the power is our's by Sea and Land, and maugre all your hopes of Jockey's ayde, supplies from France, and Spaine, and Denmark too, Oliver, shall be Rector of the Land. what think'st will Jocky come,

Solon

No trust is to be given unto them, for Gold they'l sell their God, for silver pawne their soules.

Their faith is never firme, their love not bright
As Ankers without hold, fires without light.
Nought Constant is below, no not true worth.
It melteth South, and freezeth in the North.
(exeunt.
Enter Chorus
THe first that spoyld our publique rest,
Was avarice, the greatest pest.
Thou didst disturbe our quiet state
O Monster most insatiate,
This Daughter of sterne Pluto still.
Her Fathers Dungeon, strives to fill.
We were all Rich, but not content
And therefore came a parliament.
Who hath Reform'd us; of our Lives
Our Goods, our Children, and our Wives
Have quite undone the publike weale
Yet all out of their hearty Zeal.
[Page 7] They quite have spoyld, our Church, and Lawes
Yet this in a most Righteous Cause.
And to pr'eserve us from decay
Have ceazd on the Militia
From out his hand who was our father
Before these Traytors met together.
and for the Cities Honnour tis
that now their Mayor, a prisoner is▪
While the foole warner in his stead,
About the street in Pompe is lead.
But sure this cannot alwaies bee,
Now let us dare our destinee:
And since no worse can happen to us,
Thou Oliver canst not undoe us.
Exit.

Actus secundus

Enter Fairfax as frighted from his bead a Taper in his hand.
Fairfax.

CAn Heaven behold one stand to staine these times, yet to the Stigian streams, not headlong hurled, and can the earth beare him, whose crims are such, that to him­selfe he seems a monster fell, why sends not Heaven to have my course confind, a death denounceing flash of rumbling thunder, else [roaring terror] clouds of circkling Wind by violence, to teare me limb from limb, what corner yet unknown remains for me both burnd with rage, and freezing in dispaire where none but monsters live, thither Ile goe whom all the world detests, and barbarise amongst the brutish beasts, where Tigers rage, roads spew and Serpents hisses: But though in scorne vast zone I find a field, where Malencholy might a monarch be, while silent desarts not a man inhabits, to shrinke for horrer, all my strange approch, yet of my deeds when all the World doth talke, this cannot raze the still proclamed scrole, since in my breast, I beare my Hell [Page 8] about mee, and cannot scape those terrers hemb me round, those fearfull monsters of confused aspects Chimera, Gorgon, Hidra, Plutoes Apes, which now at midnight fearfull mortalls fright, their divelish forms which doe the VVorld confound, not halfe so horrid as my selfe I deeme, when on my owne deformities I gaze, amidst black depth, of a polluted mind, yet whether it was Fortune, or my Fate, or some Hell Hag, that did so cause my spleen to rise in arms against my gratious King, and having him subdued, to shut him up, close prisoner, under a dire restraint, O Plague abhord, I have undone the land, and am the Instru—ment of all their harms, then Moun­tains a vault opens. fall, and bruse me, by your rounds, with my offence, no torment can be even.

Arch Traitor to my King, ile stand alone,
Here, though Pandorus plagues were all in one.
While he is in this Furie, arise the three Furies of hell Megara Tisiphone, and Electo, they dance about him, to a kind of horrid noise, singing this song
Megara
1
Horrer, death, and Dismall houses,
Such as are sent, from damned souls▪
Shreekings, Yellings, forced groans,
Able to rive, the hardest Stons,
Dwels round about thee, for to shoe,
whither thou must shortly goe.
Tysiphone
2
Cromwell shortly, must descend
And thou accompany thy Freind.
Fire, ardent as the Lemniam flame
Which Buckets full of blood cant tame,
Ascend alloft, in expectation
When you will leave your earthly Station.
Alecto
3.
The sacred guider of the Heaven
You both, into our hands hath given,
Bellona, and Erinnis both,
[Page 9] To Scourge you on, have pledgd their troth.
Seeke Plutoes throne for to Invade.
You now must to Avernae's shade.
Omnes
4
There Cataline, you shall behold,
And mighty Nimrod, famd of old;
There Spartacus, cathegus too,
VVith Bickris sonne one like to you,
Hast, O hast, and come away,
That hel may keep an holiday,
[The furies decend]
Manet Fairfax
Fairfax

O rigorous Judgment, O outragious fate, must I survive, the Funeralls of my fame, some waile for want of friends, but I of foes, to wound this breast, where all hells host doe raigne, what man not wondering, can by deeds behold, the providence of all commanding Jove, whose Brasen edicts cannot be repulst, when sleep, the Brother most resembling death, locks up all others eyes, I am disturbed, with horrid Dreams, and dreadfull Visions, sometime me thinks my King Plast on his throne, haz past his doom and I must die.

And then soon after fancy doth perswade,
I am surrounded with a multitude,
Heaven ore my head, Hell burnes beneath my feet
As both inrag'd, to fight with flames would meet.
(Exit running)
Enter Chorus
OF all the passions, which possesse the soul,
Ambition, most disturbeth, mortall minds,
The restlesse stone that Sysiphus doth roule,
Though it be still in ure more respit finds.
Fairfax is first in name Cromwell in power▪
The upper house are Peers, the lower sway:
All topley turney; since that evill hower
Their base projections drove their King away.
MARTIN can raile, against the Lords anointed,
And SAY revile him, in a fleering vaine,
Yet how will all their hopes, be disapointed,
When Iove shall place him, in his Throne againe.
Then every Traytor, will seeke out a cell
To hide him from his Soveraigns wrathfull looke
But where them holes to find: they shall not tell
They shall desire, but be denide, their book.
Exit:

Actus Tertius:

Enter Rainsborow drawne in a Chariot, Six Trum­peters sounding before him.
RAINSBOROW.

THus like great Caesar▪ when hee did triumph, over the seve­rall Nations of the World, that was lately but a Skippers Boy now Reigne, as King, on froathije Neptunes brime, prosper mee Saturne, and those wicked starres, whose Influence makes Villaines fortunate, the Navy that was lately stild the Kings, is now to be commanded by my will, CHARLES is immund, within a Cage of stone, despis'd, contemn'd, and stinted of his fare, while we his Conquerors, live in height of glory Revell Luxuriously, extort even what we please, from those we trample on,

Nor shall thy Fate O England it prevent,
But thou shalt ever have A Parliament.

A mutuall band, must made amongst us be, to make one fortune common to us all, and from henceforth, we must be surely fixt, to fall together, or together rise, and now since CHARLES, is dead unto his Crowne, weel take his state, yea and his Title too, we must be crown'd, yea and be knowne for Kings, the dia­dem of greatnesse, is the tower all vulgar Judgements leane on, yet of my thoughts some doubt new counsell claimes, and with [Page 29] huge horror, aggravate disgrace, the staine of Treason, still at­tends our fate, and with our error, burthens, our Posteritie, and we though pompe a space appease our soules shall find afflictions to disturb our Reigne, the sacred title of a Soveraigne doth work a terror, more then can be thought, but how dare my fond thoughts, thus rashly chide mee,

Drive on, drive on, while Brazen Trumpets sound
He cannot die, whom terror cannot wound.
Enter two SAYLORS.
1. Sailer, 2. Sai.

GOd save your Excellencie, and send you temperat weather on the Seas.

Rains.

Thanks my kind Subjects, be you true to mee, and weel not feare, Grim Neptunes enmitie, let Spaine now load the Seas with lazie Hulkes, the Dutch with their broad shallops, yet Maugre all will so guard the Maine, no forraigne force shall land on English ground, yea Gods of Seas, and all you watrie powers, be you propitious, let your aid be given, and weel not feare his power that sits in Heaven.

1. Saylor,

Why beares a noble Gods-head

2. Sailer,

a water Rat in folio doth the Foole think for ever thus to Lord it.

Exit, The Trumpets sounding.
1. Sailer,

Yes if our Parliament prove everlasting, but they have mortall hearts, and steele can peirce them, peirce um untill they groane. But lets away, my Cabins are not cleansed, yet I sweare

2 Sailer:

nor have I hanged the Halsers,

1
Let the earth gape, and quick destruction bring
2
And the Sea swallow, those that hate their King.
Exeunt
Enter Chorus.
THis Race of Ixion, to imbrace the Clouds,
Contemn'd the happy State, wherein they stood,
And to be fam'd, among the Valgar crowds.
Resolve, for to Manure the ground with blood.
Their thrones, they on dead bodies do erect,
While they all feare, as vertue do reject.
While Ireland mourns, Inviron'd with all ills,
Sword, Famine, Fire, confusion, dreadfull sorrow,
[Page 12] While sad complaints, the echoing Heavens fills,
And aire afflictions, take birth with each morrow,
They busie are, and make it their chief vent:
To bring us here, to that predicament.
All Lawes Devine, they basely abrogated.
When Reverend Laud, was martyr'd by their power,
All Regall sway, by heavens will created,
When Noble Strafford, fell in evill houre,
And that all human Lawes they may untie,
Therefore ere long, must Learned Ienkins die:
Exit.

Actus Quartus,

(A Court)
Enter Captaine Burley as to his Tryall, a Judge, Heighes, Cooper, Knight, Brown, Barnham Andrews, Doling Cole Percivall Fisher, Lipscomb, Hilokir Eliot Hunt, Smith, Bidlecomb, Casbert Jury-men, Steel, an Atturney, Officers with a guard.
JVDGE,

BRing forth the Prisoner, Officer, roome for the Prisoner, beare back those fellowes beare back there,

Steele,

Why comes he not forward?

Officer,

Captaine Burley, hold up thy hand, thou art indicted by the Name of—Burley for that thou the said—Bur­ley, didst tumultuously and trayterously attempt to raise a party to destroy the parliament of England, upon pretence of rescu­ing their Prisoner King Charles out of their hands, Speake art thou guilty or not guilty?

Burley,

Not guilty, yee Hell-hounds.

(Iudge,
whispering to Steele)

art thou sure these men have o­pen [Page 13] soules: who dare do any thing bee't ne're so wicked

Steele.

Do you doubt um Sir, why these are Plutoes Eldest Sonnes, who had they breasts transparant, would frighten all Mortality to Monsters, I have already told them what to doe, and the reward proposed them by the state.

Iudge,

Let us proceed then,

Steel▪

What canst thou vile Burley to excuse thy late most trea­sonable action.

Burley,

to you who are on purpose chosen to receive my inno­cent life, I am no Traytor, he a Traytor is that doth oppose his [...] not he that serves him, those, whose sworn servants you are, the men whom by all Law, I Traytors call, they that under a pretence of purging errors cleane from out Gods Worshp have op't a gap to all licenciousnesse, Blasphemies and Prophanenesse. those whose pretences, once were for the King, and made their boast to elevate his Throne: above the cheifest of his Auncestors, and yet Imprison him within a Castle, not suffering those that love him to come neere him, those who would seeme to maintaine the power of Parliaments, and yet will suffer none to sit amongst um, that dare but speake one word for an agreement, or stipula­tion with the King. Those who impose each day, new Cesse­ments and taxations on the people, for to maintaine their own vile Luxurie, awing them daily with Committee Lawes, who give to those are of their creation, an Ordinance of Indempni­ty, for Murthers, Treasons, Rapes and Robberies, or whatsoe­ver else, they dare to act, those are the men deserve the Name of Traytors, Grand, Famous, Glorious Traytors.

Steele,

Proud foole, thou shalt repent this sawcie Lan­guage:

Burley,

Repent, do thou repent vile man who darst bee par­tiall, and urgent against him nere did thee wrong, only to currie favour with my Murtherers, but doe I repeate my thoughts to you, since private hopes your Judgements do bewitch, but yet for such a cause as I maintain, he that would faint at the conceit of death, is trebly damd, not worthy to survive, except mongst Furies, pound me like Anacharsis in a morter', precipitate mee from some pinacle heat Phalaris, his Bull, untill it, and throw [Page 13] mee in, to bellow out my woes, yet Ile not flinch, nor shall feare force my tongue, for to recant the least that I have done.

So shall you to your terror find and see
That hee is Martyr'd, dies for Loyaltie.
Steele,

Well Sir, your large oration, cannot save your Life, Nor, no nor the King whom you seeme so to love, was't not e­nough you durst oppose the State; and rise in armes against them but must now revile them before us, who really adore their vir­tuall power, O thou incorrigible hatefull Traytor.

Iudge,

Proceed unto the Sentence, Jury, bring in your Ver­dict?

Bernham:

So cordiall we are unto the states, that had we each of us his Father here, standing in this mans stead, we would pro­claime him guilty, right or wrong, we need not go aside for to confer, we did agree amongst our selves before to find him guil­ty of high, were he as innocent, as is the light.

Iudge,

Then take him hence, as a pernicious traytor, to be hang'd, drawne, and quartered for high treason, and that on

Steele,

Thursday next, returne him back to Prison

Exit.
Burley.
It must be so, the Fates do so ordaine,
My fall must help to raise my Soveraigne,
Steele,
Troth I would pitty thy distressed ease
But dare not forfeit, the Recorders place,
Excunt om­nes.
Enter CHORVS.
As those to whom all other things are free,
Must have their life & Reigne both of one date
So private men once grasping Regaltie,
are hardly forc't into their former state.
Our states-men Fortunes, in the Book of Fates,
Is written downe, Cromwell shall be a King
Martin the Secratarie to the states
And poore Tom Fairfax, Tom a Bedlam sing.
Both Ioyce and Pride, with Ireton to boot
Are privie Councellors, and counsell well
But if they doe not look, the better toot.
The Bonny Blew Caps, will their places sell.
Then Cromwell, Fairfax, Ireton, Ioice, and Pride
With the whole Knot of Traytors else beside
Shall wish, they had kept to their pristine state.
When hangum tuum, ends the grand Debate.
Exit

Actus quintus

Recorders, enter Cromwell in state, a Canopie borne over his During Ceremony the Song singing. head, by Harry Martin, Pride, Ireton, and Ioyce, they place him in a Throne, and then put a Crowne upon his head, then they all bow the Knee, saying, (Omnes) long live King OLIVER.

SONG.

Now OLIVR Ascend the throne
Feare not to tumble downe
Come all you Furies every one
And bring the burning Crowne.
But look how ore thy head doth hang
A sharp and threatning sword
Denouncing terror to thy gang
And thee their perjurd Lord.
The furies sally forth of Hell
Rhamnusia, is their guid
For to chastize those dare Rebell
Persisting in thei pride.
What follie prompts you, yee prophane
To usurp CHARLES his Right
Love
But thus you tamper with your bane
runne
And play with acconite.
CROMWELL.
Cromwell descends.

THanks to you all, my faithfull Coadjutors you that resolve to live and die with mee this glorious wreath, that circles, [Page 16] now my temples doth Hierogliphically shew our * Love, that my true care shall still * run in a Ring for all our preservations how Harry why are thou so sad,

Martin,

me thoughts Sir, I heard one sing but now behind the arras, prophetically appointing at our fall,

Crom:

thou art too superstitious, our deare Harry, it is not puffes must shake our resolutions, come sit downe

They sit about a Table.

What shall we do now to confirme our Kingdome? what Lawes shall we invent meet for our purpose.

Pride;

The people ever hunger after change, and theirfore tis not heard their lawes to alter.

Ioice;

VVe must be sure by some queint wilie traine, to send King Charles to the invissible land, which may be brought to pass and yet the vulger not Imagin it, no not in twelve moneths after.

Cromwell;

I doe applaude thy councell.

Ireton;

Then next we must dissolve this parliament, they have a name of power which, should they once combind against us, might much obstruct our hops:

Cromwell;

Thou speakest all Oracle, come no more of this at present, wee'l now unto our pallace;

And if wee can the peoples pleasures gaine,
Wee may perchance, in peace and quiet Reigne,
Else wee are lost, and O I greatly dread,
At once to loose my Kingdome, and my head.
[exeunt omnes,
Enter Chorus.
VVHy Oliver, should'st thou so high aspire,
Phaeton like, to mannage Charles his Waine,
When thou art in, thou canst not back retire.
That man is Mad who glory for to gaine.
Doth cast himselfe upon the Lightning Fire.
Kings do admit no fellowes if thou Reigne,
CHARLES must surrender, but I surely hope
To see him Rule, thou Ruled in a Rope:
Exit.
FINIS.

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