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R25442 HOld Stygian Sculler, what hast brought me here? / The Soul Sir of your long-wish'd noble Peer. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 518 [1] / THE / King of Poland's Ghost: / OR; / A DIALOGUE betwixt PLUTO and / CHARON, upon his Reception. [1] THE King of Poland’s Ghost: OR; A DIALOGUE betwixt PLUTO and CHARON, upon his Reception. [1] THE King of Poland's Ghost: OR; A DIALOGUE betwixt PLUTO and CHARON, upon his Reception. 1683-1683 Jos. Hindmarsh

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Pluto. HOld Stygian Sculler, what hast brought me here? Charon. The Soul Sir of your long-wish'd noble Peer. Pl. What? not the King of Polands? Ch. Yes, 'tis it. Pl. You old Tarpawlin, will you ne're learn Wit? Who bid you touch at Dantzick, and be hang'd, D' ye think my Furies long to be harangu'd? Ch. Stop the mistake, and let your Passion cease, He ne're came there, for Polands still in peace; But I suppos'd you waited for your Prey, And therefore Amsterdam'd him in his way. Pl. Pox on your Zeal, you did it for your Fare, Could'st think I want Incendiaries here? Ch. No, no, Sir; I have Passengers enough That spoke their Places, and gave Earnest too; And though y' had Boute-feu's enough before, Yet such as this ne're touch'd th' Infernal Shore: Scilla, Sejanus, Catiline, and Noll, Must give our Politician the wall. They, cruel wretches, sought Imperial sway By Fire and Slaughter, ours a milder way. They fought e'ne like your Furies for a Crown, He by Petitions softly bowls it down. Kings may be fell'd, and never hurt a Limb, And Plutos self fall gently under him. But Sir, you're safe, for ere he came at Styx, He drew and rack'd off all his Politicks. See the Noble Peer's Speech Pl. I
[2] Pl. I can't tell that, Coopers are cunning blades, We Devils scarce can dive into their Trades; The Lees of one rich Pipe may ferment more, And I am plaguy loth to lose my Power. Ch. Fy Pluto! y'are too jealous of your Peer, He that hath been your Drudge this 50 year; If you begin to slight old Servants thus, 'Twill be a great discouragement to us. Pl. Why did'st not take Elizium in thy way? Ch. Why Sir, the Keeper feign'd he'd lost his Key, And would not slip the Lock for all my Pray'rs; I touch'd besides at Purgatory Stairs, (The Trimmer's Office, as some term it well, Because it squints both toward Heav'n and Hell) But 'twould not do. Pl. No? what could they object? He seems the very Founder of the Sect. Ch. 'Tis true; but they urg'd, 'twas like an Inn Where Folks a while were baited for their Sin, Then like cur'd Lunaticks turn'd out again. And they alledg'd, my Charge was past all cure, And nothing in the World was e're said truer; For 'tis not all the Saints in Heav'n and Earth, Were he once in, could ever pray him forth. Pl. Well Charon, I forgive thee, for I see Thou speak'st both for thy Client and thy Fee: But how stand Causes on the Brittish Shoar, Since they have lost the Bawble they adore. Cha. Why they resent it in a various way, And some there are who do not stick to say, "That the Elm-board foregroan'd this fatal Day. That th' Albion Rocks relent, and change their hue, And ev'n Tyburn puts on Mourning too. Your dear Friend Titus cloaths himself in Crape, (Masculine Titus) your outdoing Ape, Who's got above the Dispensation of a feeble Rape. Others there are who are not troubled much, But rather seem beholding to the Dutch; For this one kindness they to Britain do, Commutes for Chatham and Amboina too.
LONDON, Printed for Jos. Hindmarsh at the Black-Bull in Cornhill, 1683.