Ding dong, or Sr. Pitifull Parliament, on his death-bed. His pulses felt by Doctor King, and his water cast by Doctor Bishop. His last will, and testament, with his death, buriall, and epitaph. / By Mercurius Melancholicus.

Sir Pitifull Parliament on his Death-Bed. Induction. Our high and mighty Parliament, Fell ſick of late with diſcontent. The buſineſſe thus, a Scotchman came, (Whom for his owne ſake) I'le not name; And juſtling him, began to ſay, Why do'ſt thou God, and Man betray? And do'ſt thy league with me forſake, Not ſuffering me for to partake; Of all thy glory and degree, Nor do'ſt ſet up Presbyterie: Be ſure ere long, arm'd Cap a pee, Strict Vengeance I will take on thee. Hee gone, one Poyer, with his Mate, Called Powell, who by happy Fate; Had ceazed Pembroke Caſtle; and Incited all for CHARLES to ſtand. Came in and ſaid, O curſed Devill! We'l make the now repent the evill, Thou haſt theſe ſeven yeares put in ure; Yet would'ſt have us to count thee pure. This put Sir Parliament, in dread, And preſently, he tooke his bed. Where a ſore ſickneſſe ceazed upon him, That he diſpaires to ſhake if from him. And now alas, he's drawing on, And ſinking to perdition. Enter Mr. Vete.

O Run, run, Mr. Priveledge or we are all loſt, Sir Pitifull Parliament hath taken griefe, which hath ſo prevailed over his powers and maſtered his faculties, that he is now become a meere Skelleton and lies drawing on—away with winged haſt—harke how he groanes—his heart-ſtrings crack like a Cable, when the affrighted Barke breakes from the Anchor,—hee yawnes againe,—O good man, that hee that hath beene ſo long floriſhing, of ſuch health of body and wealthy above Craeſſus, ſhould now bee waſted with a Scotch Feaves, and ſhaken to pieces, with a Welsh Ague, and fall as poore as Ir • s; O runne, runne good Priviledge, ſome Aquavitae, for our ſicke Parliament, or all's loſt.

Mr. Declaration.

The Doctors, the Doctors, poſt, poſt, for the Doctors, doe you two, ſtand here like ſtatues to behold your ſick Maſter ſurrender his Ghoſt; dare you be Spectators with the Divell; O Mr. Priviledge, O Mr. Vote, one of you runne for Doctor King, the other for Dr. Biſhop, but bid the laſt not to appeare in his Lawne ſleeves; for the ſhape of any thing reſembling Innocence, will haſten my Maſters end,—runne, runne, for Gods ſake:

To fetch the Doctors, Priviledge, and Vote Are gone, they'r come, and now what followes note, Behold Sr. Parliament, here in his bed, Sr. Ralph Rebellion, holding of his head: With all the Rabble, of his new made Creatures, Knowing their names, you needs muſt know their natures Mr. Rebellion.

For Pluto's ſake cheare up Sir, or elſe all Hell will be ſorrowfull, O how his temples beat, as if hee were poſſeſt with a Vertigo good Sir bee comforted, the Scots are not yet comming, Prince CHARLES is yet in France, Poyer may yet bee nam'd, the Londoners are ſtill Sir at your ſervice, the Coxcombs are bewitcht unto their ruine you yet may Rule the roaſt o're King and People, why ſhould you dye yet.

Pitifull Parliament.

O Rebellion, thy comforts come too late, my Conſcience, ō my Conſcience, 'tis that kills me were there no oppoſition, J am a man that am di'd o're with blood, am guilty of an hundred thouſand lives,—oh, oh,—I have for to inrich my private Coſers, undone a Nation, made ten Thouſand beg, have wrongd my King, that is the beſt of Princes, pull'd downe all order in the Church and State, and introduc't the worſt of Turciſme,—oh—oh.

Rebellion.

Conſcience is meerly, but an ayrie ſound; ſhall fear perſwade you Sir to penitence, recall your wonted temper, and imagine to be as great as ever, deare Sr. without you, I that have ſeaven yeares, maskt with the vayle of ſeeming Pity, been worſhipt as a god ſhall now decline into my wonted orbe, and abhorred, as the worſt of Devils.

Pitifull Parliament.

I can hold out no longer, 'tis in vaine for me to cheare my ſelfe, when Death's approaching, ſhift for thy ſelfe Rebellion, I muſt leave thee, I ſee as in a glaſſe my Fate is caſt, and that the King will have his owne againe; and if the words of dying men be Oracle, beleeve then▪ that ere Three yeares are accompliſht, all things will be as they were ſeaven yeares ſince, 'tis beſt for me to dye and ſo eſcape the fury of thoſe Lyons, wait to teare me; doſt thon not know the Commons of this Iſle have found their errour, and doe now reſolve to have one King, rather then forty Tyrants; ſeeſt thou not how my miſeries throng about me, perceiveſt thou not that Heaven it ſelfe is bent to give a period to my undertakings, all England, Ireland, Wales, Scotland; yea the Univerſe, proteſt to fall themſelves or ruine me: Where's Mr. Covenant.

Mr. Covenant.

Here Sr. yet with no weeping eye, doe I deplore your miſerable Fortune; for you have dea't with mee, as ſome with Iades, ride them of their legges, then turne them to the Commons: I have beene hackney to you Sr. this ſeaven yeares, have made great journyes, and yet carried double, and but of late when you were ſwolne with pompe, and hemd about, with all miſtaken glories, when I expected love and great preferment, you thruſt me forth of doores, with ſcorne and obloquie, for which you now lie Cauving.

Pittifull Parliament.

I never meant for to make thee my Rivall, how ere, for to adde to my owne advantage, I entertained and hugd thee in my boſome, Machiavill was my maſter, any thing that might helpe forward my curſt undertakings, Oaths, Covenants, and Proteſtations, with or againſt God, all was one to me; home to thy Blew Capt brethren, both I and thee muſt neere expect our wiſhes; the King, the King man, now muſt rule againe.—Where's Mr. Plunder.

Mr. Plunder.

Here my deare Maſter.

Pittifull Parliament.

O my delicious ſervant, to thee J am ingaged more then to all my creatures, thou haſt been my ſupoorter all a-long, nor ſhall I leave behind me now I die, a doir, but what by thy helpe I have gained.

Mr. Plunder.

Be chearfull Sir, I ſtill am your true Trojan, give me but Warrants ſigned with your hand, Ile plunder all without diſtinction, fetch you in Money, Cattell goods and Treaſure, make you Delinquents, let me make them poore, ſhew me a Cleargie man, that doth preach ſound Doctrine, whoſe life conformable unto his words, whoſe Charity extends unto ye poore, dares build Almſhouſes, whoſe ſawcineſſe is ſuch that he dares pray for the King Queen and Progenie, Ile ſoone ceaze on his living and eſtate, and command none for to afford him ſuccour, ſhew me an honeſt harmleſſe meaning man, who hold it beſt untroubled to remaine, and view the fate of things and not to meddle, whoſe happy ſoule addors the golden meane, and wiſheth truth alone may get the better, Iſle ſtrip him of his tenements and lands, and trie his patience more, then Sathan Iobes or ſhew me but a Citizen whoſe Cheſts, ring, loud with ſilver bells, though he be nere ſo honeſt and upright though he ſought for Cauſe and Covenant; yet this vaſt treaſure ſhall pronounce his doome; that he is rich ſhall be a heynons crime, all that he is poſſeſt of I will rifle, to adde unto your ſtore.

Pittifull Parliament.

Thou haſt been faithfull in thy undertakings, but my imploying thee hath been my ruine; come all at once about me, Mr. Priviledge, Mr. Vote, Mr. Declaration, Mr. Rebellion, Mr. Covenant, and Mr. Plunder, my glaſſe is almoſt runne, I now muſt leave you to be the ſcorne and hate of after Ages; yet ere I make my Exit 'twere convenient that my laſt Will, and Teſtament, were drawne, which ſhall be in this forme.

THE Laſt Will, and Teſtament of Sir Pittifull Parliament. In the name of Lucifer, Amen.

I Sir Pittifull Parliament, lying very ſick and weake, of a diſeaſe called, the Scotch March, and Poyers reſolves, doe make this my laſt Will and Teſtament, in manner and forme following.

Imprimis; I give and bequeath, all my plundered houſholdſtuffe, money Plate and Iewels, unto our grand Patron Plu • o, who is the God of riches, which I deſire him to improve and diſtribute to his beſt advantage, either for the allurement of thoſe wicked men, who ſhall after my deceaſe have an itching fancie to pocket Reformation; and ſhall zealouſly affect to be called a Parliame • t, though they forfeit the Eſſence thereof, and inſtead of being the peoples preſervers, become their deſtroyers, the Plunderers of their goods, the betrayers of their Lawes, and the murtherers of your perſons.

Item; I give and bequeath all my Ordinances, Votes, Proteſtations, Declarations and Covenants, to my dearly beloved brother▪ the Maſter of the Ottaman Empire▪ willing and deſiring my ſaid brother, to take ſpeciall notice, of their ſenſe and meaning, to the end he may be throughly inſtructed, how to be more barbarous, ſenſuall▪ and deviliſh in the contextures of all his Edicts then ever heretofore, & the true reaſon that I make my aforeſaid brother, my lawfull Inheritor of the aforeſaid, Votes, Proteſtations, Declarations, and Covenants, is becauſe I conceive they are onely fit for his imploiment, & not to be uſed by any of my neighbouring ſtates, when now at the point to depart, I heartily implore to avoide them, leſt they prove as fatall, and deſtructive to themſelves and their Nation, as they have been omminous to me and my Countrimen.

Laſtly; for that I have not deſerved, eternall happineſſe, but my owne intellect informing that I merrit the loweſt and hotteſt place in Tartarus, I bequeath my ſoule to him whoſe aſſiſtance J have amply injoyed theſe ſeaven years, and wiſhing the whole world to make me their Preſident, leſt they fall into the ſame predicament, I bid the world farewell.