[Page] THE Hangmans joy, OR THE Traytors Sorrow.

BEING, A very merry Dialogue, between the Hang-man, and the Haltermaker.

Together with some Verses, found in the Rolls of the pretended High Court of Justice.

With an Epitapth on those Traytors, that Murthered the King. Delightful and pleasant, with witty expressions, and if rightly understood.

London, Printed for John Andrews, at the white-Lyon neer Py-Corner.

THE Hangmans Ioy. OR THE Traytors Sorrow. BEING, A very merry Dialogue, between the Hangman and the Halter-maker.

Hangman.

WEll met fellow tradesman, how have you done this long and many a day, I was very fearful that you had not been in health, for I have not seen you this long and many a day, what made you for to look [Page 4] so sadly and droopy? so much prethee tell me.

Halter-maker.

Surely I have great cause to be sorry, for trading hath been slack, and no harvest this many years, but I hope for better trading.

Hangman.

Yea brother so do I too, for a longtime they have cozened me of my trading, and would suffer none for to be hanged but for murther only.

Halt.

But now I will tell the gallant news, thy trading will now revive, for where thou hadst one Jobb now thou wilt have five

Hang.

Why brother what good news dost thou heare? tell me, if that I may gaine but one ten pounds by hearing it for to begin the world a new I will give the one quart of the best Canary.

Halt.

Dost thou think that I am a Canary-bird, thou fool, they sing in a Cage.

Hangm.

Thou Ass traytors sing best in the tower, for they this whole Nation did devour, Priests, and people did them all obey, which brought three Nations al­most to decay.

Haltm.

ho, ho, ho, a horse, a horse, a [Page 5] horse, a thousand pounds for a horse, to keep head and shoulders together: make room for the number of traytors, whose breath hath infected three King­doms, and converted stately Territories into new vaumpt Comonwealths

Hangm.

They have plagued the people to very small purpose, for though they have taken hold of sanctuary priviledges, and cry pecavey for their lives, yet their extorted Estates must be forfeited to the right owners again.

Halterm.

Yea brother and I know that it is a geat grief unto them that hood­winckt the Nations under the vale of pretended Religion whilst like that ravi­ning Harpyes they devoured both mens personall and Reall Estates: to be called to an account after so many years injoy­ment of the same, this comes unexpected

Hangm.

Nay brother, they say that if they had gon on with their trayterous Judas th [...]y had scaped a purging, yea and brother they hope to cosen the hangman, but I hope the contrary.

Haltm.

Nay brother more then that they confess that your woofull cry of drive on carter so terrifies and a frights them [Page 6] the guilty conscience of those poor black saints.

Hangm.

Nay brother, many of those have attained to a pastport to transport them, from towne, to towne, till they come to the invisible Isle, where they hope for to be secure and free from the sword of Justice.

Halt.

These count themselves in a far better condition then many of their brethren, whose impregnable wisdom could never reach to the art of navigation for to provide flying frigots against this time of trouble if this their Eutopian Counsell failed them.

Hangm.

Truly brother, had they been so wise they might have been transport­ed to the Comonwealth of old Oceana, and have been carried by Caron over the river of Stixe for their better security.

Halt.

Yea brother but they say that as the case stands they had better be con­tent with a prison then a hempen halter.

Hangm.

Truely these unjust Judges made a just and true confession to, and before a friend of ours, which from their own mouths was taken, in a high Court short hand, and so was prest to go out [Page 7] and to informe the whole Nation of their actions.

Halterm.

Good brother rehearse them unto me, and I will be thankful to you for your good will.

Hangm.

I will rehearse them as I found them Inrolled in the record of their high Court of Justice.

The Confession of those unjust Jdges:
Our King we murdered, yet the works not don
For then on Holland▪ Capel, Hambelton
Our pause we laid, by us was Darbys loss,
As by the Scotch Kirk that Noble Earl Montross,
We Garret kild, & valiant Brown Bushel,
Sir Alexander, Cary, and Vowel,
Aston, Stacy, and Hewet who doth lye
A martyred Saint, and Noble Slingsby,
Besides to agravate our sins above,
The thoughts of man we Murthered Master Love,
With many more, we took no pitty.
Drawn hangd & quartered in fair London City,
There's none of us but do deserve to dye,
Who for these cruel evils in prison lye,
Where we had better be, our lives to save,
Then (as deserved) the gallow tree to have,
[Page 8] Our brother Barkstead once a man of power,
Is fled whilst we have taken Londons Tower
Like Hectors bold, we did presume to kill
Our King, though it be sore against our will
To answer that pretended good Old Cause,
By which we robd poor England of just laws
Which would condemn us all, had we our due
To be drawn hang'd and then quartered too.
Halt.

Brother these inhuman Judges, first kild their K. and then banisht his Q. chased away his sons, slew, and destroyed and Imprisoned all his friends, made it Treason for to name the King, or once to mention him.

Hang.

Nay more then that, they took away all his lands▪ and gave or sold them one to another, felling his Timber, destroying his Deer, casting down his Ca­stles; poleing his Subjects and what not.

Halt▪

Yea thats two true, but I can certi­fie you that these purchasers must now nil ye, will ye, deliver up their unjust gotten land unto the right owners.

Hang▪

Yea I know that Mr. Edwards must deliver up his manner of Old Court which he purchased for a small sum of money.

Halt.
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A ye, and Sir George Norton must give up his manor of Richmond, with the house and materials.

Hang.

And Capt. John Blackwel must return his Manor of Eggham that he holdeth.

Halt.

And Col. Okey must now forsake his Manor of Ampthil, and his Manor of Mill-brook, and betake himself to his old road, oh this fortune is a Jade.

Hang.

Col. Wauton and Adrian Scr [...]op must now for go their Manors at Sumer­ham with the Chase and Park, and the Manor of Crowland, with part of the Maner of Spalding, they must leave these Manors.

Halt.

Hey day! what must they part with all these at once I thought something was the matter, that they horded up all the Manors, that thou and I had so few, marry come up hear.

Hang.

And Mr. Blackwel must leave that part of the Manor, of East-ham, that he purchased at so easie a rate.

Halt.

And Edward whaley must leave his too Manors of the Manor of West-Walton, and the Manor of Trington, for he purchast them at a very easie rate.

Hang.
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He showed but little manners, when he bore a house a grudge for many years together, onely because a stranger by chance cast a little peece of a tobacco­pipe out of his hand unawars, hit him him oth head, for this and no other cause, he sought for to undo all that ever came into that house, since that time.

Halt.

Nay more then that Mr. Dendy purchased the manner of Eye but now he must throw up his title.

Hang.

Non-such great Park then was purchased by Col. Pride from his force they will the same divide.

Halt.

Col. John Lambert purchased Non-such house and park, but his dogs no more in it must bark.

Hang.

That Scot that said he desired no other Epitaph upon his tombe when he was dead, but only that they should write Here lyeth Thomas Scot one of the late Kings Tryers, is now very likely for to come to my hand, then will I show him as much mercy as he showed his King, and toss him to some purpose.

Halt.

I remember on verse more found inroll'd in the Court of Injustice, worth the reciting which is this.

[Page 11] Now Justice doth his sword advance,
Good Lord what will betide,
Though some Traytors are gone to France,
Of those here abide,
The Laws will now throughout the Land,
To execution bring.
Those Tyrants great who had a hand,
In Murdring Charls our King.
Hang.

A ye! marry I like this well, for now both thou and I shall have good tra­ding, do thou be sure to make thy Hal­ters very strong, and not too long.

Halt.

Ile warrant thee Lad, Ile warrant thee, let me alone, for a plain dance for Ile spare neither▪ for stuff nor labour, but be sure that thou dost procure me a good price then.

Hang.

I will help the to a very great price or else I will give thee an halfe pen­ny out of my fees, then shall I have but just thirteen pence to my self.

Halt.

Mary I thank your heartout, you will be at great charges, thank you for nothing.

Hang.

Well, well, I will henceforward save my mony and bestow it upon strong liquor, but if that you will rehearse the other verses that you found in that un­just [Page 12] Court, the next Beer-tavorn we come at, I will be so generous that I will give thee half a pint of small beer.

Halt.

Oh abominable nigard that will promise me an half penny, to augment my wages, and put me off with half a pint of small beer.

Hang.

Why thou Genosifixe is not that enough to give; away proceed to your verses.

Haltermaker.
Gentry late come out of France, use hospitallity,
The Criples they begin to dance, and vows they shall not dye,
Beggers that ride on horse back they, are surely born to sorrow,
For they that live in pomp to day, may be hanged before to morrow,
Traytors then shall now go down, and tirannize no more,
On such Varlets fortune doth frown, and payes them their old score,
Then lets be merry, carous, and prate, good lack what dayes are these,
To see the change that is so great, the Hangman must us ease.
Hang.

O brave I like this well, this [Page 12] pleases my palate exceeding well, for now I am sure that I shall do more work in one month now, then I have done in seaven years heretofore, for I am credibly in­formed, that there are twenty great hea­vie men to be executed.

Halt.

There are many run away beyond the Seas quite out of your reach and therefore you will be deceived of your purpose for all your hast.

Hang.

Dost thou not think that any Prince whatsoever will not send back those traytors to receive their due de­served reward?

Halt.

Nay Master Sniper-snapar. I consent that it was their own Laws that none should be hanged except it was for murder, and therefore it is but just, that they that Murdered their Soveragin should be trust.

Hang.

You say true, for they do just­ly deserve for to be put to death, but af­ter what manner, that lyes not in my power to dispose.

Halt.

I tell thee, I would have them all hangd on the trees for the fowls to feed upon, for truly I think that none but their one confederats will pitty them.

Hang.
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Thou sayst true indeed, for my own part I would fain be exercising my Office upon them, either by beheading or hanging of them all, if they will be rul'd by me.

Haltermaker.
It's time for birds to fly that do expect,
A halter for treason and their base neglect
Of duty to their Soveragine Lord their King
Such birds I wish may all in sorrow sing,
Not in a cage as many birds you see,
But in a rope upon the Gallow tree,
Then shall we have trading and be brave,
For never a one of them I hope they'l save,
Those that went beyond Sea may return,
For whose defections all the land did mourn.
The harvest is ripe, their sins are red,
Tis time that they should make a grave their bed
And this is truth that I to thee do tell
And thus in soth I bid adieu farwel.
Hang.

Yea marry Sir, better and bet­ter still boy, good news for me boyes, up they go if any one of them was the dearest friend that I have, in this present world, Traytors hang them up all.

Halterman.
Our grief was great but now our state, Is well recruted again,
[Page 15] The Wolf of late, is out of date, the Lion he doth raigne.
Traytors then must come home again, opressions out of season,
Their damnable strain is all in vain, their actions smell of Treason.
Tyranny must down in every Town, for no Traytors here shall be,
Your treason's known and none will own, such Traytors as you be.
Then let these Traytors their desert now have
And post to hell a labour for to save,
For covetousness you kil [...]d your King I know
As in the weal, so must you share in wo.
Such traytors should be hangd that basely bost
As faring well by shamless crying Rost,
And now you Traytors, pack togethergo,
we shall live happy when your gone I trow.
Hang.

Run for the Carpenters, come away, build up the Scaffold at the Tower hill, and another in the Palace-yard, let us do to them as they did to us, or it shall hard.

Then hasten Carpenters and let us Gallows have a pace.
To hang up every Traytor yet, that invies Charls his race.
Halt.
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And this shall be their Epitaph, upon their graves.

Here lyes within this barre [...] ground
The chiefe Imposters so profound,
That with the Angels guardian,
Both King and Kingdom did trapan,
Their consciences was so wide, that you
Might coach and horses drive quit through
And they confounded every one,
And calld three Nations all their own,
They were Tyrants of the largest size,
Confounding the ignorant and wise,
They did rebel against their King,
And Traytors proved in every thing.
A shameful death God will them send,
And so farwel this is the end.
FINIS.
Harry Martin

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