The High Court of Justice at Westminster, arraigned at the Bar in the Old Bayley at the Sessions-House;
WHERE,
Those that adjudged and murthered the Royal Person, and Sacred Majesty of King CHARLS the First, are for that horrid Fact brought to their Legal Tryal, according to the
known Laws of the Land. To the Tune of, Packingtons Pound.
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The manifold Changes that have hapned of late,
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To the rich and the poor, to the Church and the State,
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To Princes, Plebeans, to Pesants and Peers,
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Within the circumference of twenty years,
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May teach us to see
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In every degree,
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Theres nothing is certain, but uncertainty,
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For who would have thought in the time of the War,
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The High Court of Justice should come to the Bar?
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No power but the High Court of Heaven could tell
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What fate should befall to that High Court of Hell,
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Hugh Peers, Jack Hewson, Cook, Carew and Scot,
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Tom Harrison, Hacker, and Jones had forgot,
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(As now it appears
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In these latter years)
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Gods High Court of Justice hath overcome theirs,
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In spight of Rebellion, Plots, Plunder and War,
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Their High Court of Justice is brought to the Bar,
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What Villains but they could have sentencd a King
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In whom all the graces of Princes did spring.
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Their hearts were more hard than Barbarians are
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To bring such a Prince from the Throne to the Bar,
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A Monarch that meant
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All love and content,
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Unto the Church, and the State and Parliament,
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Which they did cut off by a Council of War,
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But now their High Court is brought down to the Bar.
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It was a great sin gainst their conscience, Ime sure,
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That no Law or Gospel could ever indure,
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Although with a colour of pureness they did it,
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And under the Mask of Religion they did it,
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Jack Hewson and Jones
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St. Hugh and his bones
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To be the Kings Judges did sit upon Thrones,
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But now they are coupled like slaves as they are,
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And their High Court of Justice is brought to the Bar.
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They set up a new Law for to murther him,
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But tis a good old Law that shall hang up them,
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These brave men of war and bold Champions must now
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In Middlesex fort make a new randezvow,
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Like Rogues they must rally,
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And from Newgate sally,
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Unto the sad Sessions-house in the old Bayley,
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And there to be tryd as all murtherers are,
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For their High Court of Justice, etc.
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Their many successes and victories got,
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Upon the poor English, the Irish and Scot,
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Perswaded them that they should live with their treasure
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In freedome, in safety, in plenty and pleasure
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That they could not fall
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From places so tall,
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Because they had gotten the Devil and all;
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But now they do finde that in spight of the War,
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Their High Court of Justice, etc.
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Your Sectaries that did all fight for our goods,
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Renounce all your Actions, and leave you ith suds,
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Your fasting and praying on other mens Lands
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Have brought your necks under the hang-mans commands,
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The people do moan,
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The Gallows doth groan,
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Lill you have ascended the three legged Throne,
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Where you shall be mounted as Murtherers are,
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Whose High Court of Justice, etc.
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Hugh Peters lies terribly under the lash,
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Hee now must forsake both the world and the flesh,
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His Mistress and hee must bee parted, and then
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The Butcher may have his own Brindle again,
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The Gentleman you
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Did call fool good Hugh,
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At this time may question you whos the fool now.
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Such politick knaves the greatest fools are,
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When High Court of Justice, etc.
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When you flatterd Oliver up in his sin,
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You did not suppose that the King would come in,
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When you made Religion your Baud and your Punk
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You scarce thought upon the Lord General Monk,
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When for Wedding-Rings,
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You fought against Kings
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You little did think to bee hagnd in the strings,
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From henceforth let all Policitians beware
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Their High Court of Justice will come to the Bar.
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They say Hewsons taken, I wish it be true,
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He was a bold knave, give the Devil his due,
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The three cornerd Shop-stall hee now must ascend,
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Where Dun will prepare him a Coblers-end;
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Hee rose up in haste,
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But falls down as fast,
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And now the blinde Cobler will lose Awl at last,
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For such hasty risers, their punishment are,
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When High Courts of Justice are brought to the Bar.
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Bold Harrison (as the wilde rumour doth run)
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Will justifie this bloody fact hee hath done;
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But let him take heed left for such a great slaughter
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His soul meet an High Court of Justice hereafter,
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A Court that controuls,
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I pity their souls,
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And shall pray for them when St. Pulchres bell towls
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Gods milde Courts of mercy for penitents are,
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When High Court of Justice, etc.
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I wish they had never deserved this Tryal
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But bathing their guilty hands in the blood Royal,
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I grievd when his Majesty lost his dear breath;
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More than I shall joy at his Murtherers death;
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God bless our good King
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From Treason and soul spring,
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And give him those Joyes that are everlasting;
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Rejoyce and be glad all that innocent are,
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For the High Court of Justice is brought to the Bar.
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The Names of those bloody Persons, who
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fate, gave Judgement, & assisted in that
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horrid and fetestable Murther of King
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Charles the first, (of blessed memory)
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whose Estates both real and personal
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are to be secured.
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John Bradshaw, Serjeant at Law, Presi-
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dent of the pretended High Court of
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Justice. J. Lisle, W. Say, O. Cromwel, H.
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Ireton, Esquires. Sir Hard. Waller, Valen.
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Walton,Tho. Harrison, Ed. Whaley, Tho.
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Pride Isaace Ewers, Esquires. Lord Gray of
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Groby. Sir J. Danvers Kt. Sir Tho. Maleve-
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rer Baronet. Sir. J. Bourcher Kt. W. He-
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veningham Esq; Issac Pennington Alder-
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man of London. W. Purefoy, H. Martin
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J. Barkstead, J. Blackinston, Gilb. Milling-
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ton, Esquires. Sir W. constable Baronet.
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Ed. Ludlow, J. Hutchinson, Esquires. Sir
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Mich. Livesey Baronet. R. Tichbourn, O.
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Roe, R. Lilburn, Ad. Scroop, Rich. Deane,
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J. Okey, J. Hewson, W. Goffe, Corn. Hol-
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land, J. Cary, J. Jones, Miles Corber, Fr.
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Allinn, Pereg, Pelham, J. Moore, J. Aldreds
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H.Smoth, Hum. Edwards, Greg. Clement,
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Tho. Woogan Esquires. Sir. Greg. Norton,
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Knight. Ed. Harvy, J. Ven, Tho. Scot, E-
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squires. Tho. Andrews Alderman of Lon-
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don. W. Cawly, Anth. Staply, J. Downes,
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Tho. Horton, Tho Hammond, Nic. Love,
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Vincent Potter, Aug. Garland, J.Dixwel,
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G. Fleetwood, Sim. Mene Ja. Temple,
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P. Temple, Dan. Blagrave, and Tho. Waite
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Esquires.
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The names of those exmepted from Par-
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don. John Lisle, William Say, Jo.
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Barkstead, Cornelius Holland.
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