ARTICLES OF HIGH TREASON Exhibited against Cheape-side CROSSE,
Dialogue-wise, Betwixt Master
Papist a profest Catholike, and Master
Newes a Temporiser.
Papist.
WHat Newes I pray thee, thou canst tell I know.
News.
You must go
upright, and forget to
bow,
The
Crosse in
Cheap-side it's accus'd of
Treason.
Pa.
O fie, thou speaks without all sense or Reason;
The
Crosse accus'd of
Treason! heavens forbid:
Sure 'tis accus'd of what it never did;
The Usurers bags thou mayst as well accuse,
And say they'r stuft with
Traitors (M
r.
Newes)
[Page 2] The Cut-purse too, stands guilty of
high Treason,
Who by his slightlets
Traitors out of Prison.
What's free from
Treason now: Oh dismall yeare!
The very
Horne shrouds
Traitors too I feare.
Alas poore
Crisse-Crosse who would ere have thought,
Under the
Horne a Traitor should been caught:
Hast thou fore-run the
Alphabet of Art
So long, and now to act a
Traitors part:
'Tis not thy part alone, theres others share,
And are arraign'd for
Traitors at the Barre.
It's not enough those
Reverend Fathers stand
Impeacht of
Treason by so
High an hand?
But this poore
Crosse, whose glory hath erewhile
Grown big with honour through this
famous Isle,
Should be condemn'd? oh what an age is here!
We shall be all prov'd
Traitors now I feare.
But Master
Newes, how comes this thing about, Is't not effected by the
Rabble rout?
Ne.
Peace Sir, what now? the
Rabble rout ye knave?
Tis
Patience that brings
Crosses to the grave.
Cheap-side with patience long hath borne the
Crosse,
But now't must be disburthen'd of that drosse.
Pa.
What hath the
Crosse committed, M
r
News,
That you and others should it thus abuse?
What harme doth it? do'st not adorn the
City?
If't be accus'd of
Treason mores the pity.
Ne.
What though
Vox populi hath past this doome,
If you'll have
Crosses, you must go to
Rome.
Pa.
I need not Sir, what greater
Crosse can fall,
If this fall down, we shall have
Crosses all.
Crosse here, crosse there, we must resolve on losses,
Come what come will, we shall have store of
Crosses.
But what's the
Treason this
blest monument
Is now attacht of by such joynt consent?
Ne.
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Ple tell you M
r.
Papist if you please
The
Articles against it, they be these.
The ARTICLES.
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IMprimis, That this
Idolatrous Crosse hath most traiterously gone about by her evill example, and by many and sundry suggestions, to seduce his Majesties liege Subjects from the true Protestant Religion, to the Romish Cathalike faith, to the utter subversion and ruine of the Kingdome by civill warre.
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Item, That the said
Babylonish Crosse hath traiterously endeavoured to bring in the Popes supremacy, by instigating all the superstitious
Crosses in this
Kingdom, to joyn with her in that Iesuiticall designe.
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Item, That this
prophane Heretike hath most traiterously introduced sundry and divers innovations into the Church, as, the
Crosse in Baptisme, Images, Crucifixes, and the like.
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Item, That this
Romish popish Idoll, this
Diabolicall overtwhart hath most tratterously supported the portractures of
Cardinals and
Bishops, to the confirmation of popery, the countenancing and vindication of Traitors.
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Item, That this
Judaicall Tiburne hath most traiterously gone about to crucifie the Author of
Lambeth faire.
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Item, That this huge
great papisticall Image hath seditiously occasioned divers tumultuous insurrections,
polititicall and
Nationall disturbances, to the great overthrow of trading and Merchandary commerce.
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Item, That this
vilanous piece of superstition, this pestiferous Romish relique, under pretence of frightning the
Divell out of the
Market, hath brought the
Divell or some
Familiar spirit of knavery amongst them, to the cheating and undoing his Majesties poore subjects, their wives and children.
Ne.
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Thus M
r.
Papist you have heard the
Bill
Whereof she stands accus'd against her will:
She is convicted and condemn'd of
Treason,
And dye she must while
Crosses are in season;
And I am sent here to declare her fate;
Then
Crosse prepare, for thou must end thy date;
Vox populi hath doom'd thee to thy end,
They'll let thee live no longer to amend.
Then make thy
Will to all the
holy Tribe,
Here stands a
Papist let him be thy
Scribe.
At which sad Newes the
Crosse began to shake,
And all the pictures there began to quake,
As if an
Earthquake had possest the place,
Which made the
Popes nose shatter from his face:
That
Babels whore looks as she'd got the
pox,
Then woe to him that next takes up her smock.
In this affright the
Virgin lost her Crown.
Hands they flew off, and legs came tumbling downe.
The
Crosier staffe was broke, which might have kept
His
Holinesse from dogs, while he had slept.
The
Pilgrims they were fit to step aside,
For on the
Crosse they durst scarce there abide.
Such frightning terrour so possest the
Beast
That nere an
Image there could be at rest.
Yea 'twas so mighty it was thought by most
The forlorne Beast would then giv'n up the Ghost.
But after that the
Crosse had paus'd a while,
Shee forc'd these words out with a scurvie smile.
Oh dismall doome, oh more accursed fate,
The
Crosse in
Cheap-side quite
crost out of date!
And must I downe? tell him that passes by,
I liv'd a
Crosse, and by a
Crosse I dye.
Now holy Brother if you please to write,
My
Will and
Testaement, I'le thus indite.
The last will and Testament of
Cheap-side Crosse.
IN the name of the
Virgin Mary, and of his
Holinesse, Amen. I, the
Crosse in
Cheap-side in
London, profest Catholike; being fore sick in body, but in p
[...]rfect memorie, do m
[...]ke my last Will and Testament, in manner and forme as followeth.
Imprimis, I do bequeath my Catholike ghost of consecration to him that gave it, my body to be buried in the divine
Sanctum Sanctorum of S.
Pauls, in full assurance to be Canoniz'd a
Martyr, and for ever eterniz'd in his
Holinesse Rubricks.
Item, I give and bequeath all the Lead that is about me, to the
hostile Catholikes in
Ireland, to make
Bullets to confound that cursed crew of
Heretikes.
Item, I bequeath the
Miters that invest the sacred Temples of my
Cardinals unto the
Reverend Fathers the
Bishops of this Land
Item, Their
Crosier statics to the Catholike Shepheards of this Kingdome, for
Sheephookes.
Item, I bequeath the
Iron about me to make a
Clapper for his
Holinesse passing-bell.
Item, My poore
Pilgrims that stand with their faces against all mind and Weather, I recomm
[...]nd unto his
Holinesse of
Rome,to report the sad tydings of my most miserable and immature destruction.
Item, The gilt that is about me, and such other
sacred Reliques as my Executors shall think fit, to be sold next
Lambeth Faire, for the discharge of my funerals.
Lastly, I constitute and ordaine the
Graces of
Canterbury and of
Yorke, my Lawfull Executors for the administration of this my last Will and Testament.
Sealed and Delivered in the presence of &c. Dated,
Anno ultimo Guilielmi.
The Crosse ✚ her mark.
This being done the
Crosse set such a groane
Would pierc'd an heart that had beene made of stone.
Each
Cardinall and
Picture that was there,
To heare this sigh, gave up the
Ghost for feare.
But the poore
Pilgrims crampir'd by the back,
Withstood the storme, till that the
Crosse did crack:
A second sigh the
Crosse began to breath,
But sighing breath'd her last, and took her leave.
At which the
Papist stood as one halfe dead,
And swore by th'
Masse he'd rather lost his head.
But since it was so come to passe, he would
See her with honour brought unto the
mould.
Which was perform'd in such a pompous glory,
That I want art for to expresse the story:
One thing except, and that I will reherse
Some
Epitaphs which were pin'd to her
Hearse.
Epitaphs upon the death of Cheap-side Crosse.
COme here all you that faine would learne to weepe,
And aske who's here, that in this tomb doth sleep,
You may receive an Answer, that will make
Your eye strings burst your heart to yearne and quake,
But must not be reveal'd, lest it bring in
A second Deluge on the world for sin.
ALIUD.
Sure Death and Hell do now conspire in one
T invent new torments for us when we'r gone,
For by-gone Ages thrown into the Dust,
Rest in their Graves, to shew the Grave is just.
But he that next shall here possession have,
He shall poore man find Crosses in the Grave.
ALIUD.
Here lies, I'le tell you if you please to know,
A certain thing where at men us'd to bow;
But Death hath bowd it (that unhappy Knave)
And sent it for a Token to the Grave.
The
AUTHOR to his Muse.
REturne my Muse, perchance thou wast too blame,
But if thou beest crave pardon for the same.
Pardon shee craves for this presumptuous flight,
It she offend, she'll vanish out of sight.