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R211319 1 Well-a-day, well-a-day Welladay Welladay, Welladay IF you'l hear news that's ill, / Gentlemen, Gentlemen, British Library - Thomason Tracts Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 22: 3 THE ARRAIGNMENT / Of the DIVEL, for stealing away / PRESIDENT BRADSHAW. THE ARRAIGNMENT Of the DEVIL, for stealing away PRESIDENT BRADSHAW. ?-?

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IF you'l hear news that's ill, Gentlemen, Gentlemen, Against the Divel: I will be the Relator. Arraigned he must be, For that feloniously, 'thout due solemnity, he took a Traytor. 2 John Bradshaw was his name, how it stinks, how it stinks, Who'l make with blacker fame, Pilate unknown. This worse than worst of things Condemn'd the best of kings, And what more guilt yet brings, knew 'twas his own. 3 Virtue in Charls did seem, eagerly, eagerly, And villainy in him to vye for glory; Majesty so compleat, And impudence so great Till that time never met. But to my Story. 4 Accusers there will be bitter ones, bitter ones, More than one, two, or three, all full of spight. Hang-man, and Tree so tall, Bridge, Tow'r, and City-wall, Kite and Crow, which were all robb'd of their right. 5 But Judges none are fit, shame it is, shame it is, That twice seven years did sit to give hemp-stringdome; The fiend they would befriend, That he might in the end To them like favour lend in his own Kingdome. 6 Sword-men it must be you, boldly to't, boldly to't, Must give the Divel his due, do it not faintly; But as you rais'd by spell Last Parliament from Hell, And it again did quell omnipotently. 7 The charge they wisely frame (on with it, on with it) In that yet unknown name of supream power.
Which six weeks hence by vote Shall be, or it shall not, When Monks to London got In a good hour. 8 But twelve good men and true, Caveliers, Caveliers, He excepts against you, Justice he fears. From Bar and Pulpit hee Craves such as do for fee Serve all turns: for he'l bee Try'd by his Peers. 9 Satan, y'are guilty found by your Peers, by your Peers, And must die above ground, Look for no pity. Some of our Ministry, Whose Spir'ts with yours comply, As Owen, Caryl, Nye, For death shall fit 'ee 10 Dread Judges; mine own limb I but took, I but took. I was forc'd without him to use a Crutch. Some of the Robe can tell How to supply full well His place here but in hell I had none such. 11 Divel, you are an Asse, Plain it is, plain it is, And weakly plead the case; Your wits are lost. Some Lawyers will out-do't, When shortly they come to't, Your craft, our gold to boot, They have ingross'd 12 Should all men take their right, Well-a-day, well-a-day, We were in a sad plight, O'th' Holy Party. Such practice hath a scent Of Kingly government; Against it we are bent, Out of home-Char'ty. 13 But if I die, who am King of Hell, King of Hell, You will not quench its flame, But find it worse: Confused Anarchy Will a new torment be; Ne'r did these Kingdoms three Feel such a curse.
14 To our promotion Sir, there as here, there as here, Through some confused stir doth the high Road lie. In hell we need not fear Nor King, nor Cavalier, Who then shall dominere But we the Godly. 15 Truth then, Sirs, which of old Was my shame, was my shame, shall now to yours be told, You caus'd his death. The House being broken by Your selves (there's Burglary) Wrath enterr'd forcibly, And stopt his breath. 16 Sir, as our President taught by you, taught by you, 'Gainst the King away went, most strange and new: Charging him with the guilt Of all the bloud we spilt, With swords up to the hilt, so we'le serve you. 17 For mercy then I call, Good my Lords, good my Lords, And Traytors I'l leave all duly to end it. Sir, Sir, 'tis frivolous, As well for you as us, To beg for mercy thus, Our crimes transcend it. 18 You must die out of hand, Satanas, Satanas, This our Decree shall stand, without controll, And we for you will pray, Because the Scriptures say, When some men curse you, they curse their own soul. 19 The Fiend to Tiburn's gone, There to die, there to die, Black is the North anon, great storms will be: Therefore together now I leave him and th' Gallow: So Newes-man take 'em thou, Soon they'l take thee.
Finis, Fustis, Funis.