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R212045 DRaw neere you factious Citizens, prepare / To heare from me, what hideous fooles you are, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 326 THE CITY. THE CITY. THE CITY. 1643-1643 VVilliam VVeb

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DRaw neere you factious Citizens, prepare To heare from me, what hideous fooles you are, What lumps of sordid earth; in which we finde Not any least resemblance of a minde Unlesse to basenesse, and Rebellion bent, Against the King to ayd the Parliament. That Parliament whose insolence will undoe Your Cities wealth, your lives and safeties too. Are you so stupid dull you cannot see How your best virtues, now are treachery: Apparent treason Murther, and the like, How with unhallowed hands you strive to strike Him whom you should your Loyalty afford (Great CHARLES) the blest anoynted of the Lord; How you do daily contribute and pay Money, your truths and honors to betray. Bigge with fanaticke thoughts, and wild desire, Tis you that blew up the increasing fire Of foule Rebellion; you that only bring Armies into the field against your King, For weret not for supportment from your bags, That great and highest Court that onely brags Of your vaine folly, long ere this had bin Punnished for their bold sacrilegious sine Of actuall treason, there had never come Upon this Kingdome such a Martirdom. Armes had hangd up as uselesse, and the State Retaind its freedom, had you kept your Plate: No Keinton Battailes had made Mothers curse, Made childlesse there the treason of your Purse, The Publicke purse oth City, which must be Esteemd the cause oth publicke misery. No Drums had frighted silken Peace from out The Neighbouring Countries, nor neede you about Your City with your guilded Musket goe, Trayning not for good service, but for show, That the whole towne may see your fethers spred Over your Hatts, as the Hornes do ore your Head, The Humble Parliament had never dard To have prescribd Lawes to their King but spard Their Zeale in bringing Innovations and Distractions, ore the butious face oth Land. They would not then have so supreamely brought Their Votes, to bring the Kingdoms peace to nought. Nor with so slight a value lookt on him King Charles, and only doted on King Pim, Nor for Authenticke Doctrine have allowd As Law, the precepts of ingenious Stroud, Hambden, nor Martin, had not then lookt bigg Upon their King, nor Arthur Haslerigge; Nor yet Kimbolton, on whom we now conferre The stile of trayterous Earle of Manchester: Securd by you the patrons of the cause Contemnd his Loyallty, and the Kingdoms Lawes Nor misled Essex, had not you beene, nere Had acted on this Kingdoms theater So many tragedyes, nor Warwicke sought To ingrosse the Navall honors, no nor thought Upon any action, so unjust unmeete As keeping from his Majesty his Fleete.
Tis you have done all this, yave been the head, The very spring from whence this River spread The streames of foule Rebellion, which we knowe At last will drownd you with its overflow. You the arch traytors are, you those that stew The Kingdoms happinesse, and the aleagance due To his sacred Majesty, you you that have Betrayd this Nations honour to the grave Of lasting obloquye you that have destroyed The smiling wealth of th Ciry, and made voyd The good opinion which the King before Had of your Loyaltyes, of the faith you bore To th Royall steeme, which still has to your great Advantage made this City their Chiefe Seate, Fond and and seditious fooles, do you thinke you be Wiser then all times numerous progenye, That have adornd your City, when did they Your harmelesse ancesters strive to give away Their wealth. and duty from their Soveraine Lord, To make themselves Traytors upon Record, When did they their Plate and Coyne bring in, To be the cause of their owne [runn]ing ruining, They never usd to fright their King, nor draw Tumults together to affront the Law, No nor good houses, their Corslets slept and all The Armes they usd hung up in each mans hall, They did not then Ennameld Muskets carry, To trayne in Morefields, and at Finsbury, But did in comely Archery Excell, Like honest grave Children of Adam Bell And Climme oth Clough, now each of you will be, More then a furious William Cloudes-lee. And trace the Streets with teror as if Ven, With Fulk,and Manwaring, were the onely men Whome you did owe allegience to, as if they Could give you priviledg to disobey. The Royall Mandate, which does them Proclaime, Guilty of Treason, and you of the same, As deeply stand Inspeacht, and will at last Pay derely fort, when your vaine hopes are past All Succors, which you credit for your merit, will be afforded you by the helpe oth spirit, That is the devill you serve, for heavenly powers Can never Patronize such acts as yours, Poore bafled City, but bafled by a crue Of men, which are as arrant fooles as you, Surely your braines can never be so dull As not conceive this, which each empty Skull Must needs resent, how that their onely ayme, Is to create your City all on flame, And as the smoake and sparkes up aspire, Theyle sit and Laugh like Nero at the fire, Themselves have made, unlesse your heads be all Hornes and no flesh, you needs must see the fall. That threatens you, like Lightening to Eschue, Which Ruine twould be wisedome to renue, Your lost alleagiance, and Repentance bring, As a fresh victim, to appease your King, For be assured who to the Kings untrue, Must in their nature needs be false to you.
OXFORD, Printed for William Web. 1643.