WEll meet blind Harper, whether away so fast?

Sir, to tell you true I scarce know my self.

Dost thou hear the News?

What Newes?

That the Old Kings Son shall Reign and Rule the Do­minions of his Father.

Heaven forbid! I'de rather all the Apprentices in Lon­don should rise, had I but my Regiment again.

Why so? Art thou (who never hadst the least spark or thought of Conscience or honesty) frighted at the noise of a King coming: Does that sound terrour in the hearts of King-killers, Is a bloody Aspect attending that cursed hand that signd thy Sove­raigns Death? Or dost thou repent of that hainous murder com­mitted in cool blood?

No, I could act a second Tragedy with as good a Con­science as ever I was Mr. of, might I but get my Colonels place again, yet there's little hope since the wheel of time hath turn'd me not only out of my place but into such a shaking Ague through fear of a King, that I fear my soul (by the Devils assistance) will hardly keep close to the upper leather of my body; especially when I think upon my Oath when I first became a Free Cobler of Lon­don; But hang thoughts, I am not alone, who comes there, Tom Scot?

As sure as Lowse in bosome, whose confidence had you, the face of Majesty could never beat a retreat in your ears. Come what change will, Ile make one: Have not I been for a Par­liament, an Army a Rump, and cannot I be for a King forsooth? an Act of Indempnity cures all. Nay come what will, there's more security in a Lambeth Begger-wench then in any Coblers shop in London. Who comes there an Actor in the same blooy Scene as my self?

I, and deeper then you ever durst, for I not only sign'd the Murther, but appointed the time and place for ere­cting the Stage on which the Tragedy was to be acted; And I re­solve to stand out to the lest. Wee'l have no King but him whom our brother Overton declar'd for, If we secure Hull all's ours, then what will become of your Lambeth Quarters, when he appears such as you shall be hewers of wood, and drawers of water to our holy Camp, No bastard shall shake his — in our Dominions. But is no more of our Gang here?

Yes faith, and as true a trout as the best, I sed little, but sign'd as much as any, yet I expect the favour of a King if he do come; who knowes but that Indempnity may stand me in as much stead as a 5 l. Act.

What's this comes here Famine the God of hunger, one of Pharaohs Lean Kine, or the Ghost of some Bacon dry'd Boar-Pig enough to fright the Devil, In good sooth tis Corbet the Welch Philosopher; Sure hee's for a King now.

Sfoot I for a King, Id'e rather dye in a ditch, then live to see a King, and be advanced in Acteon road a story above my neighbours, which I must needs expect; Had I a hand to sign my Sovereigns death, and shall I desire a branch of the same Tree. No, yet I should count it a good step in my way to Heaven, could I as Pilate wash my hands clear from the guilt of that bloody and unpa­rallell'd murther.

Sfoot, who comes there, Old Smell-Smock,

The very same, I came just now from Baldwins Gardens where I thought to have found a Nurse fit for my purpose, but a P— take the Whore, her milk fell short, she would not take the piece of my ingenuity though I profferd a fair price, nor I [...]ear keep my Council though I gave her a Fee, Were I as clear of this as from fear of any prejudice by a King coming, I should hardly vnnter upon a single woman again;

Whoop, whats here a Goldsmith?

Alas you all know I was a Lord of the new stamp, I mind no King but could ene grieve to think that my impregna­ble strength, where I enjoyed the very quintissence of pleasure for signing that hainous murder. I was alwaies moderate, the chief and most resolute to damn Ringship was my Brother Tichbuan.

Who I; that have been the God of the City pinching the poor, of bread, Butter, and meat but especially the Ale-wives, whom I keep in more Awe than ever Wolf kept sheep, but rather then a King shall come to take of my Ill-gotten Estate I shall fight vp to the ears in Milk-sops; Nay raise such a fortifi­cation of Cow dung to my very throat that shall make such a plen­tiful increase on my Chin; that against the next King comes to the Scaffold I hope to look like a grave President.

Heavens what a Bablings here, why is this con­fession to a Damnd Cavalier, are ye minded to be rediculous the uinverse; Had not we good witnesse against him men of Noble for­tunes, viz.

Seely, Of London Cobler, why not a Cobler a witnesse aswell as a Col. Lacy of Nottingham why not a Painter who would draw out the Scarlet Hue of our famous Murder; and Leads the Tylor; Morgan the Feltmaker, Roberts the Iremonger; James Crosby Dublin Barber, Whittingon the Shomaker of Nottingham, Bennet the Clover and Evans the Welch Smith besides Price the Scrivener of London and divers more such like Noble Gentlemen? many of which have been well requited since.

Whose that dare say no King.

Not I, not I, nor I Sir,

Villains have you swallowed up the precious blood of a Martyred Father, and subverted the Laws of his Kingdoms, and now do you aim at a Sons blood too, will your Hell Govern'd hearts delight in nothing but sentencing Kings, and Butchering Loyal Subjects? Is no pitty in you?

No.

Oh wonderful, when Devils tells the truth? Nay such Devils who hope to gain salvation by bloody Butcheries, would you Murther the Son, If you were Judges of the Court as you did the Father.

We would.

A Pox upon you all, His Royal Person who hath been by Providence preserv'd and escaped many dangers (especially at Worcester fight) and an pursuit preserved (by God himself to be King) such Upstart Gentlemen have prey'd too long on the blood of Majesty; Whom God defend now from such slaves as you, God save the King; Base Villains all Ad [...]e.