A New Song, Perjurp Punish'd; or, Willainy Lash'd. TO THE TUNE OF, Packington's Pound. (See p. 457.) Bold A Perjur'd Villain here you see Lash till he cryes, "God save the King!" Old Titus he walkt about Westminster-Hall But never was yet a volume so large That could but contain what 's Conscience doth charge. From whence in a moment with ease he could stride. 9 On Pillory next he mounts with a grace, As if he'd been us'd to sit in that place; Tho' his hide's not so ruff As his Turkish Buff, At City Exchange next day he appears, Who cannot save them, nor himself in the end. 18 i.e. Pillory. 27 His Throne they pull'd down, to the City's renown, [Por The relicks on shoulders they bore up and down; But, tyr'd with Procession, 'twas judg'd for the best, In Prison these zealots should take up their rest. The day that succeeds, at humble Cart's-tail, From Aldgate to Newgate, he's whip'd without fail; Like Spaniard he mov'd, with motion most grave, Yet from cruel Rod it did not him save. The kind City Dames Whose hearts he inflames, And sighing, and whining, they spare not their Tears, 36 601 Titus Oates's Perjury Punished. A day now of respite is giv'n their Saint, Whose bold impudence sends forth no complaint; [21 May. But then, say the Zealous, "They were only Papists, He would but pull down The Mitre and Crown, Next day on a Sledge their "Martyr" was seated, The Doctor's not shy With them to comply; For Aшopos, or some other small sin, But since Learned Doctor has past his Degrees, Of Blasphemy too, He's guilty, 'tis true, 45 [Monmouth. 54 63 [Cicely Mayo, etc. 72 But though his condition we much do bemoan, May Religion established no time may decay, Finis. 81 Printed and are to be sold by Richard Butt, in Princess-street, in Covent-Garden. [First issued on 2nd of May, 1685.] The Salamanca Doctor's Farewell; Or, Titus's Exaltation to the Pillory upon his Conviction of Perjury. TO THE TUNE OF, Packington's Pound. (See pp. 457, 600, 602.) YOme listen, ye Whigs, to my pitiful moan, All you that have Ears, when the Doctor has none!" In Sackcloth and Ashes let's sadly be jogging To behold our dear Saviour o' th' Nation' a flogging. As a Goblin to fright us, With a puшep Wooden-Ruff will bedeck our Friend Titus: Then mourn all to see this ungrateful behaviour, From these lewd Popish Tories to the dear Nation-Saviour!' 9 "From three prostrate Kingdoms at once to adore me, Now to have no more thanks Than to look thro' a hole between two oaken Planks! "For ever farewell the true Protestant famous Had the great Headsman Bethel, that honest Ketch Royal, The kind Teckelite crew To the Alcoran true, 18 [p. 607. Spight of Law, Oaths, or Gospel, would save poor True Blue. But the Tories are up, and no quarter nor favour To trusty old Titus, the great Nation-Saviour.' "There once was a time, boys, when to the World's wonder I could kill with a breath more than Jove with his Thunder; Have my Oracles turn'd to a Tale of Tom Thumb. In thus ridiculing the great Nation-Saviour.' 27 336 606 The Salamanca Doctor's Farewell. "From Honour, and Favour, and Joys, my full swing, To see thy old crony [Shaftesbury. With a face all benointed with wild Locust Honey; 'Twould make thy old Tap weep with sad Lamentation, For trusty old Titus, thy Saviour o' th' Nation.' "See the Rabble all round me in Battel array, Against my wood Castle their Batteries play; With Turnip-Grenadoes the Storm is begun, 45 All weapons more mortal than Pickering's screw'd Gun. (P. 309. To punish my Sins, For peeping thro' key-holes to spy Dukes and Queens: As my conscience of Buff, Let 'em pelt their heart-bloods, I'd hold out well enough: But oh! these sad Buffets of Mortification, To maul the poor Hide of the Saviour o' th' Nation!' "Had the Parliament sate till they'd once more but put Three Kingdoms into the Geneva old rut, With what Homage and Duty to Titus in glory 54 63 Had th' worshipping Saints turn'd their bum[p]s up before me! Alamode de Italian, To be fetter'd at last like an English Rapscallion. Oh mourn! all ye Brethren of th' Association, To see this sad fate of the Saviour o' th' Nation.' "Cou'd I once but get loose from these troublesome Tackles, Little Commyn and Oates, In two Pilgrims' Coats, [Eustace Comyne. We'd truss our Black Bills up, and all our old Plots; 72 81 Titus Oates exalted to the Pillory. "But alack and a day! the worst is behind still, 607 Which makes me fetch groans that wou'd e'en turn a Windmill; But Oh! to my sorrow, the Gallows comes next; I find, tho' too late, To this Collar of Wood comes a hempen Cravat: To think how they'll truss up the Saviour o' th' Nation."" 90 Printed and are to be sold by Richard Butt, in Princess-street, in Covent-Garden. [About the 26th of May], 1685. The titles of "great Headsman Bethel" and "Ketch royal" in line 21, refer to Slingsby Bethel, who at this time was lurking in Holland, like Papillon and Patience Ward. The allusion is made to his boast that sooner than a headsman should have been lacking for the execution of Charles I., he would have gladly assumed the office. See Note on our p. 198. Eustace Comines vel Comyne, one of the perjured Irish "Evidences," is mentioned in lines 76, 77; as he had been in Vol. IV. p. 269. He in 1680 had declared that for fourteen years previously he lived in Tipperary with one Keadagh Magher, who was appointed treasurer by Dr. Oliver Plunket, the titular primate, and by John Brenane, titular Archbishop of Cashel; also, that "vast sums of money were to be distributed for the carrying on of that Horrid Plot of the Papists in Ireland." E. Comyne appears again on p. 624. By this time the prevaricating Miles Prance had been turned out of the Goldsmiths' Company, and had taken heavily to solitary drinking, the natural resource of so weak-minded and easily-overawed a knave. In the already-quoted Dialogue between Bowman the Tory and Prance the Renegado (= "Come, murdering Miles"), to the tune of "Hark! the thund'ring cannons roar,' find the trickster confessing to honest John Bowman, singer, actor, and vintner, Nay, that which plagues me worst of all, They kick'd me out of Goldsmiths' - Hall, One cursed Tory scratch'd me! In every place, where e'er I come, For fear Old Nick should fetch me. we 48 He had abjured Romanism formerly, and Bowman taunts him with his retaining a shop-sign of The Cross, after renouncing Cross and Mass. He probably recanted again, to escape retribution. John Bowman was mentioned on p. 40. Although Thomas Dangerfield's whipping, and death (after the injury to his eye, on being struck by Robert Francis's cane), did not take place until the beginning of July, 1685, it has been mentioned at once, in connection with Titus Oates's punishment, to avoid interrupting the narrative of Monmouth's Insurrection. |