SEnators, Citizens and Souldiers have been ever noted as of different powers, so of different tempers, each party never imagining a parity for the Senator to measure out the Lawes by the City-yard, the Citizen to pin his faith upon the Senators sleeve, or the Souldier to fight in a Gowne with the City-Charter in his hand, is as monstrous as the Chaos of Presbyte­ry, or a King on the stoole of repentance.

Yet how dar'st thou thou sawcie Muse, to question the acts of those mechanick Princes? Knowest thou not that Martin may belch in thy face, (the steeme of his hot breath being of a more suffocating efficacie to men, then the lake Avernus to birds) and blast thee with Naamans Leprosie? Fearest thou not that War­ners Worship, (that excellent City-Patriot, whose innocency is such that he scarce discernes his right hand from his left, or a Ge­neva Bible from the Holy Writ) the true and undoubted Mayor of London, Stilo novo, will not summon thee before his Non­senseship, and having expostulated with thee a long time in the Barbarian tongue, send a Tipstaffe with thee to Tullianum? may not Cromwell (if his Grace be yet mortall) command his Journev­men at Westminster to call thee before them, and to passe their doom upon thee, as an opposer of the Saints, and an abuser of his [Page 2]Nose? Yes, yes, it is worth thy feare, were it not that thou art now non-resident, sometimes at Westminster to the terrour of the Junto, sometimes at Guild-hall, and then M. Warner starts, as if he saw the glimps of his Majesties sword, sometimes at the Court of Guard, before Colchester, and then Tom halts from be­fore thee, as if the pockey humour in his toe had forsaken him: the truth is, thou art prying every where, constant no where, &c.

But I stand too long at the gate, now I will enter the inchanted Castle, and skirmish a while with Devills and Centaurs, i. e. with the Junto and Army; I am in the round House of Yeas and Noes, even in the House of Commons, it is fit therefore I prostrate my self on my maribones, & supplicate their high & mightinesses thus:

Look for Platoes yeare, or for Mahomets Elizium say they, as soone as to behold our downfall; delude your selves with vaine hopes to the last minute; it will be the more ample Justice & com­pleat revenge: in the mean time, 'twere fit that the people were throughly perswaded of your wickednesse, & that they no longer worshiped the God of Heaven & of Eckron at once, nor like Bu­gesse the counterfeit Doctor of Pauls, halt between two opinions, one while inveigh against Sectaries, another advance the gifts of private Saints, & Button-makers, you have assumed the impu­dence to name your selves a Parliament; are you so — look how Weaver gnasheth his teeth at me, (the Rogue sure hath got an a­gue in his Jawes) see how Scot bends his rough front (which to me seemeth some barren rock inhabited by Serpents, and over growne with withered mosse) sirra, all thy invectives against his Majesty will not availe; the King must live to behold thy pernici­ous soule dismissed by torture, the time will come (when thou that hast often urged to thy fellow Ravilliacks, that his Majesty ought to be brought to legall triall for his life, and to be hang'd) shalt be hanged up alive in chains & not die till thou beholdst the fowles of the aire to fetch away thy limmes [Page 4]by parcells. Doe you stare Devills, doe you stare? I say, you that have the impudence to name your selves a Parliament, and your Pamphleters roar out the name of Lords and Commons as­sembled in Parliament, with such a bellowing noise, that the whole Land ecchoes againe, while in the mean time, your selves laugh at the fooles that divulge, and all those that are so mad to believe it, your selves well knowing that you are no more a Parliament, then I am a Round-head, that Pembroke is knowing or Say loyall; you well know, that you are but a part of a part, a handfull of cunning Conspirators, a Parliament being an intire Body, consisting of his Majesty, the Lords spirituall and temporall, to a head, and a Commoner for every particular Shire, not a parcell of Peers some twelve in number, that shew in their Chaires when their House is fullest, like so many scabbey sheep upon a vast mountaine: you are a meer Conventicle of Regicides, your House, is that Augaean Stable which must be purg'd by that Hercules, whose hands are yet tied behinde him, King Charles. I will shew you how and in what sense you are a Parliament.

But I pray tell me, are you resolv'd now at last to treat with his Majesty? dare you look him in the face whom you have so horribly abused, and whose Rovall Righteous soul you have so inhumanely vexed, that had not God, whose Vicegerent he is (and whom the world may see he respects as the apple of his eye) preserved him beyond humane expectation, you by this time might have triumph in his fall, and this poore Nation have been for ever lost by his death; Alas we all know that this is but your old trick to deceive the People, you dare aswell be tryed by the known Lawes for all your forepast actions, as admit of a Personall Treaty with his Majesty; the one brings on tother as sure as Death; ti's good pollicy I confesse now that the vulgar are so mad against you, and have declared that they will have their King out of prison with honour, or pull you out of your house with horror, to stop their mouthes with sugar-plums if they will prove of that babelike temper, as to be led by the nose with such a spinners thread, and fooled so egregiously after all their bu [...]tling? You would faine stave off the loyall cittizens, with this reed, till Skippon hath listed a sufficient number of horses, that may if need be fall upon those that lately manifested their desires for a Treaty, or shall dare to doe it hereafter, to the plundering of their lives and persons, or till Colchester shall be taken in.

And if your Army moulder away in the North as they are like suddenly to doe if they dare to ingage, since the Scots and Eng­lish [...] there now joined together make up no lesse then four [...] thousand a [...]e men, who have a cause able to make [...] valiant, and to p [...]t a [...]pirit into the most pusillanimous Therfites, that Army who nave all this while backt you in all your ungodly and wretched designes, will then smart for all their per­nicious practises, their plunders mass [...]cres and outrages, such as no historie can paral [...]ll, or any old Romance produce the like, and if the old Saints be once totally supprest where will your high and mightinesse make up such annother Army of plunderers, your nurseries will so much respect their own safety, as not to haz­zard their persons for a decaying cause, the cittizens now have found their error, and resolve to keep the little money they have left, since the publike faith is like shortly to take its pro­gresse with your selves into some forraigne climate, you have a tast of their intentions and resolutions, by their late petitioning, for a speedie Personall Treatie.

Thus you Fooles of Fate, for all your big hopes built upon such slender grounds (that no man possessed of sense, but would count himselfe capable of Bedlam Colledge, if he credited them) you cannot avoid your dire and most inevitable Destinie; your stalk­ing Champion Skippon is lookt upon by the cittizens even with as gracious an eye as Fairfax was when he brought the plunde­rers into Southwark; they will not permit him to list forces.