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R3 Ghost. WHy dost thou restless Spectour haunt a Shade, / Who thy false practices, a Ghost has made? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 135836 A Dialogue, between Toney, and the / Ghost of the Late LORD VISCOUNT-STAFFORD. A Dialogue, between Toney, and the Ghost of the Late LORD VISCOUNT-STAFFORD. A Dialogue, between Tony, and the Ghost of the Late LORD VISCOUNT-STAFFORD. 1681-1681 P.M.

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Ghost. WHy dost thou restless Spectour haunt a Shade, Who thy false practices, a Ghost has made? Why dost thou with Incessant rage pursue Those whom thy only Crimes to ruin drew? Thy false pretences of a wreched PLOT, Whose vile Conception, thy own Brain begot Much Blood has spilt; and on thy Head has brought, Heavens Vengeance, for the perjuries thoust taught. Toney. Poor empty Shadow? canst thou think that I, Will like thy self, contented go to Dye? Know senceless Shade; Whenever I do Fall, Millions at least shall wait my Funeral. The kind believing Croud; which I have led Long in a Noose; and my Revenge has fed: Who still with acclaimations made my Name, Reach to the Clouds timortalize my Fame. Will not believe that I, Bent my Designes, testablish Anarchie, Thou seest I still the Idoll am, They think twas for their Liberties I came, The unthinking Vulgar; will not see him Fall Whom they so oft, did their preserver Call. Ghost. Thou Hellish Engine no, Heaven has at last Decreed, to open all thy Treasons past, Thy Insinuating Arts henceforth shall fail, Thy Janus Head at last shall loose its vail: Thy Cankerd Soul displayd to open view Shall turn on thee, the Venome which they drew, The Peoples Eyes, shall be at last unseald And all thy Trayterous Designs Reveald; Thy damned Arts, and Engines, all shall be Layd open, the whole World thy PLOTS shall see. Read in thy Heart; Writ in Large Characters The Hellish Cause of our Domestick Jarrs: Then to thy horrour, thou amazd shall see The abusd People, my Revengers be. Toney. Let it be true, let all the horrors come Thoust mentiond, Furies joyn to give me Doom, Let in my Fall, both Heaven, and Earth Conspire, My deep Designs shall not with Life Expire: My Days, and Nights, (whilst here) I will employ In Studied mischiefs Kingdoms to destroy; My Emissaries shall Insinuate, Seeking the Nations safety, brought my Fate; Ile sow such Seeds; Sedition shall not cease Nor shall they after I am Dead have Peace: For with my fall, Ile darken all the Stars, And leave the World in Universal Jars. Ghost. Hold Impious wretch, what has thy fury fed! Add not more Blood to that already Shed; Think what Reward, to Blood and Treasons Due, And think how many thy Ambition Slew: Think ere it be too late, and think withall Heaven does by me thee to Repentance Call; The Gates of Mercy are not yet made fast, O! seek it, and Repent thy Treasons past: Or else when Death, has closd thy Mortal Eyes, Then EVER will BEGIN thy Miseries.
LONDON, Printed for P.M. 1681.