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R211109 1 faine I would Fain I Would If I Could Fain I Would SO, so, the deed is done, / the Royall head is severd British Library - Thomason Tracts Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 14: 22 A COFFIN FOR KING CHARLES: / A CROWNE FOR CROMWELL: / A PIT FOR THE PEOPLE. A COFFIN FOR KING CHARLES: A CROWN FOR CROMWELL: A PIT FOR THE PEOPLE. ?-?

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1 Cromwell in the throne. SO, so, the deed is done, the Royall head is severd As I meant, when I first begunne and strongly have indeavord. Now Charles the I. is tumbled down, the second, I not feare: I graspe the Septer, weare the Crown, nor for Jehovah care. 2 K.Charles in his Coffin. Thinkst thou base slave, though in my grave, Like other men I lie: my sparkling fame and Royall Name can (as thou wishest) die. Know Caatiffe, in my sonne I live (the black Prince calld by some) And he shall ample vengeance give to those that did me doome. 3 The people in the Pit. Supprest, deprest, involvd in woes, great Charles thy people be Basely deceivd with specious showes, by those that murthered thee. We are inslavd to Tyrants hests, who have our freedome wonne: Our fainting hopes, now ownly rests on thy succeeding sonne. 4 Cromwell on the throne. (Base vulgar) know the more you stirre the more your woes increase, Your rashnesse will your hopes deter: (tis we) must give you peace. Black Charles a Traytor is proclaimd unto our dignity: He dies (if ere by us hees gaind) without all remidie. 5 K. Charles in his Coffin. Thrice perjurd Villaine, didst not thou and thy degenerate traine, By mankinds saviours body, vow to me thy Soveraigne, To make me the most glorious King that ere ore England raignd: that me and mine in every thing by you, should be maintaind.
6 The people in the pit. Sweet Prince, O let us pardon crave of thy beloved shade, Tis we that brought thee, to the grave, thou wert by us betraid. We did beleeve, twas reformation, these Monsters did desire: Not knowing, that thy degradation and death, should be our hire. 7 Cromwell on the throne, Ye sick braind fools, whose wit doth lie in your small guts; could you Imagine our conspiracy, did claime no other due But for to spend our dearest bloods, to make Rascalians flee, No, we fought for your lives and goods, and for a Monarchie. 8 K.Charles in his Coffin. But theres a thunderer above, who though he winke a while, Is not with your black deeds in love: he hates your damned guile. And though a time you pearce upon the top of fortunes wheele, You shortly unto Acharon, (drunke with your crimes) shall reele. 9 The people in the pit. Meanetime (thou glory of the earth) we languishing doe die: Excise doth give free-quarter birth while Souldiers multiply. Our lives we forfeit every day, our money cuts our throats: The Lawes are taken cleane away, or shrunke to Traytors votes. 10 Cromwell on the throne. Like patient Mules resolve to beare what ere we shall impose, Your lives and goods you need not feare weel prove your friends not foes. We (the Elected ones must guide a thousand years this land, You must be props unto our pride, and Slaves to our command.
11 K. Charles in his coffin. But you may faile of your faire hopes, if Fates, propitious be And yeeld your loathed lives in Ropes, to vengeance and to me. When as the Swedes and Irish joyne, the Cambrian and the Scot, Do with the Danes, & French combine then look unto your lot. 12 The people in the pit. Our wrongs hath arm'd us with such strength so sad is our condition, That could we hope that now at length we might finde intermission, And have but halfe we had before, ere these Mechanicks swaid To our revenge, knee deepe in gore we would not feare to wade. 13 Cromwell in the throne. In vaine (fond people) doe you grutch, and tacitely repine. For why, my skill and strength is such, both Poles of heaven are mine. Your hands and purses both coherd, to raise us to this height: You must protect, those you have reard or sinke beneath their weight. 14 K.Charles in his coffin. Singing with Angels, neere the throne, of the Almighty three: I sit and know perdition (base Cromwell) waites on thee And on thy vile associates: twelve moneths shall full conclude Your power; thus speake the powerfull Fates, then vades your interlude. 15 The people in the pit. Yea powerfull Fates, haste, haste, the time the most auspicious day, On which these monsters of our clime, to hell must poste away. Meanetime so pare their sharpned clawes and so impare their stings, We may no more fight for the Cause, nor other novell things.
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