ME f•el de Pulſe of de State, begar ſick, ſick, ſick; deſparate ſick; no Head at all; it ſwoons in mine hand; mafoy me have Antidote me apply to de Neck will cure preſant; this is a Grand diſtemper in the Brain; begar all mad mad, mad, all England be very Lunatick; you find your ſelf not well; you give your Money to Knave, Jack a nape, Committee, Rogue, Thief, Cheat you, Cozen you, Gull you, make you beleeve de Moon is green Ch•eſe; le Rogue, le Tray­tor, le Thief; Fy fy, fy! I Cure you for half-penny value; apply4 mine Playſter to your Neck and heal you preſant: Where is my man Capon there, why Capon I ſay; bring hither the Receit for Rebels; begar me Caſt her Water, find every Member in her Bo­dy Diſeaſed, full of Malignant humour; be predominant in de Li­ver; make her fume and light-headed, inconſtant,•a•••…ing, and given to change, and m•tability. Fy, fy, fy; Why C••••, bring hither the Antidote.

Here Maſter, here's that Cures all Diſeaſes in the curning of a hand: there can be no better cure for Rebellion, Regicide, and a guilty Conſcience; I am ſure Iudas•as as holy a man as any Parliament-man of them all, and as thriving a man, and he made uſe of this Medicine; Nay, I'le beſworn upon a Book, I have known it Cure a hundred; Apply it but under your Eares, in a morning, or evening, you will with one ſnick-up find eaſe preſantly: I am a Doctor my ſelf, and have Traveled Eaſt, Weſt, North, South, in all Forraign parts for my•xpe­rience, know the Nature of all Diſeaſes in all the Countries and Common-wealths in the World: This is Probati••eſt; 'tis a precious Drugge, good for any thing: 'twill Cure an Apoſtatiz•Achitophel, and divers others have made ſpecial uſe thereof, and found eaſe preſently. Come away Cuſtomers, you know not the Vertue of this; it will Cure the rottenneſſe of your members; eaſe a guilty conſcience; or the aking of your hearts; the bloody-iſſue; the conſumption, and dizzineſſe in your heads; 'twill allay the heat of your inordinate affections, the luſt of your eyes, the evil diſpoſitions of your ſouls, the perfidiouſneſſe of your hearts, the cove­touſneſſe of your minds, and all ill quallities; this helps the tooth­ach, the lying of the tongue, equivocations, oathes, and perjuries, and all the properties of an evil infected and ſeared conſcience; this is a Medicine for a troubled mind, and helpeth rebellion, aches, hu­mours inflamations, botches, ſcabbs, plurifies, and the kings-evil; and all other infections of the State, or any member thereof.

Run my man Ian, fetch me de Viol Cure de head of Madam le Parlament; Diſeaſe be predominant; muſt5 vomit up all; begar me will fetch up all preſant? de wombe con­tain all de malignant humour, devil and all; ſwell, ſwell, a pox all de Treaſon and Villany, begar ſhe ſhall diſgorge all: Foh, foh, foh; mafoy, ſhe ſtink all de World over: Run my man Ian, in the Shamber, bring de〈◊〉, de purge, de plaiſter, de in­ſtrument; begar me diſſect her, me open all her villany leaſt ſhe infect all de World with plague, peſtilence, war, famine, dearth, heavy judgment; Sin be de grand Cauſe, Hereſie, Ido­latry, Sacriledge, Covetouſneſſe, Perjury, Oppreſſion, Cruelty, Murder, be de reaſon to mine all de Land; hang up Cromwel, hang up Ireton, hang up Bradſhaw, hang up Cooke, Harriſon, &c. Begar, all Rogue, all Shack-nape, Shark-dogge, be de father of her deſtruction, kill de King, rob de Shurch, wrong de People, Pill, Poll, Seſs, Exciſe; begar, be all their Trade, nothing but Rob, Steal, Theive: all Knave, all Knave, no honeſt, ne Religi­on, ne Juſtice, ne Truth, ne Love, ne Sharity, all be bad, bad, bad, baſe begar, very baſe; Me try one, two, three Potion for recover her health, me make her spur; begar, her ſpur nothing but blood; me give her a Purgs, begar, her ſhite yellow as Gold; Foh, foh, foh, me give her another ſtool, begar, her ſhite Silver; give her another Pill, ſquitter, ſquitter, ſquitter, free-quarter, ex­ciſe,〈◊〉, ſeſſement, nothing but ſlavery: Me bid her ſpeak, begar her ſpeak nothing but de Lie equivocate, forſwear; ne ſaith, ne belief at all; me think her do as her ſay, begar, her do nothing but deceive; her tell me of Liberty, her mean Slavery, bondager cheat, theive, lie, deceive, fy, fy, fy! Me tell her that her be very ſick, bid her pray, her pray to de God of dis World, de Devil: begar, her have all the tricks of de baſe Whore, me ſquirt phy­ſic in her Breech, begar, ſhe let her tayſe flie in mine face; Me tell her what is good for her health to Cure her, her ſend de Purſuivant vvith Warrant ſeal with bees-turd, her ſend de File of Musketeer, lay me faſt by de heel in Newgate, me Petition, petition, petition, one, two, dree, four month, her ne hear, ne conſider, ne ſharity, baſe, baſe, baſe, nothing but lie; Mafoy vous〈◊〉Larron, grand Rebelle Anglatear, Traytor, Tyrant, Deif Diſſembler, Eypocrit, Shanging; ne peace, ne quiet, ne Reli­gion, ne Law; begar, not ſo much grace as will ſerve for prologu•to roaſted Turnip, be baggage-ſhade, biſh-whore, wit••…, ſor­ceror,6 I••zab•l, ſta•ve de poor people,•e made,〈◊〉tr••e, worſe and worſe, and none; rich but〈◊〉; begar, have all•y Goods, dy Goods, Kings Goods, Queens Goods,•ouſe, Land, Shurch, all, all, all, be ſtill co•etous more and more; Me can no live, come to mine houſe, take mine money,••ke mine horſe vorde States vat State•a po•…of dat State; one, two, dree, vou•Rogues be de State, de Commons of England; begar, be Com­mon cheat, thief, pick-pocket; Why Ian Capon, where be de In­ſtrument? begar, me will rip up her bowel, ſhew you all her garbage of iniquity; do make God do wat ſhe liſt; do make•hak-fool of de Common; pretend one ding, do anoder ▪ Why Ian Capon, Where is Ian Capon there?

Now Ian Capon, where have you been ſo long?

O Maſter! I have been a hearing News; I met with them addeſt blade that ever you knew; I asked him, What News from Weſtminſter?

Wat did he ſay?

Why a ſaid they were all Knaves; nay worſe, I dare not ſpeak the words I heard him ſay, for fear of Reaſon.

Treaſon thou wouldſt ſay.

I ſay Reaſon Maſter; What is Reaſon with other then, is Treaſon with them; the 7 deadly ſins are become their Vertues and all the Ancient modern vertues, whether Moral or Divine, are become their vices; the Divil's turn'd looſe, and all is topſie-turvy; there be them now, that can preach, cry, and turn up their eyes with ſuch pretended Devotion and Sanctity, that the very Elect themſelves ſtagger in their judgments; they make no more with diſſembling with God himſelf, lying, cozen­ing, and cheating one another, then I do to ſell Antiables, 'tis but a folly to ſeek to cure her; for there is no hopes, God hath given her over, the prince of the Aire rules her, and reaches her all Evill, Rebellion, Murder, Robbery, and the like; hell's broke looſe with her; nay, the Devil is ſo powerful in her, that he intends to deſtroy Monarchy all Chriſtendom over, and pre­tend Liberty; liberty to bring filly ones into bondage and slavery, and tye, and bind them faſt unto them with the Chains of their own Sins, that ſo they may bring in Confuſion, till all becomes7 a Chaos, and fire•…s own Frame, or Neſt, as it has formerly deſtroyed others; and then they will run to the hills, and wiſh them to fall on them, to hide them from vengeance, but all in vain: Bradſhaw then will be deceived; Cromwel at a loſs; Fair­fax rue his former ſimplicity; and Cook roaſt himſelf without any CHARGE of the Commons of England: Can your Wills be Laws then? what prerogative? what power? what common­right, liberty, or juſtice can be expected then? what peace of the people, when they have turned all the Land into a conſuming malignant flame about their own eares; Now Iack Cook, what ſaieſt thou to this? this may be thought a Fable; Bradſhaw, this will one day make a greater noiſe then thy Drum in Grayes-Inn to waken your ſeared Conſcience; then Cromwel, how ſoon will thy Noſe be conſumed, when the fire is in't already? and how juſt will it be, that it ſhould burn thee downwards, as far as thy rotten diſſembling heart; when thou haſt unheaded thy King, and deſtroyed that Scepter held in the hand of God: pri­thee, who ſhall anſwer for all the Treaſons, Murders, Rapines, Burnings, Spoyles, Deſolations, Dammage and miſchief of this Nation then? CHARLS STUART, or Noll Crumwell and his Agents; the Evill Counſellors, or the treacherous Eſtates? Who muſt anſwer for all and every the Premiſes then? there needs none to cry juſtice, juſtice, there; no falſe Witneſſes need to be hired; no proceedings, examinations; all will be laid as open as the Sun; and you muſt expect (without your ſudden and true Repentance) no better Judgement, nor Sentence, but Go ye cur­ſed Hypocrites into everlaſting Flames, prepared for the firſt Rebel, and all his Angels.

Ian Capon my man, make no more Sermons, but truſs up de Antidotes; begar, me have no Cure, de Diſeaſe be deſperate, wicked, abominable; Me go to France agaen; for­warn mine own Countree; this be dying Nation, loſt, loſt, be­gar utterly loſt, lie in a deep Lethargy, be uncapable of her own good or recovery: Farewel, farewel, me have no more to do here: Truſs up Ian Capon, truſs up de Inſtrument, de Playſter, preſant.

As ſoon as you will Maſter, for methinks I ſmell fire and brimſtone already, lets away for heavens ſake; From the Devil and the Round-head, Good Lord deliver us.

Aloon; aloon; a pox de Devil is here, me po longer ſtay, me take no Money here to day.