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 epitaph on those traytors, that murthered the king. Delightful and pleasant, with witty expressions, and if rightly understood. 1660 Approx. 18 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 9 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2011-12 (EEBO-TCP Phase 2). A87063 Wing H649 Thomason E1842_2 ESTC R209634 99868499 99868499 170453

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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 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 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 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 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, 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.

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.

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.

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 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 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.

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, 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.

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