The Sence of the HOUSE, or the Opinion of some LORDS and COMMONS.
Concerning the LONDONERS Petition for PEACE.
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GIve eare, beloved Londoners,
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Fie, fie, you shame us all.
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Your Rising up for Peace will make
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The close Committee fall:
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I Wonder you should aske for that,
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which they, must needs deny,
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Heres 30. swears thele have no Peace,
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And bid me tell you why.
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First Ile noe Peace, says Essex,
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For my Chaplin says tis sinn,
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To Loose 100.l. a day,
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Just when my wife lies inn:
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They cry, God Blesse your Excellence,
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But if I loose my Place,
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Thele call me Rebell Popular Asse,
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And Cuckold to my Face.
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Yee Citizen fooles, said Warwick,
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Doe ye talke to me of Peace,
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Who not onely stole His Majesties Ships,
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But Robd him of his Seas;
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No, no, Ile keepe the water still
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And have my Ships well mand,
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For I have Leasd and sold so much,
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I know not where to Land.
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Doe, Brother do, says Holland then,
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For Peace breeds us noe quiet,
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Besides my Places both are lost,
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With 16. dishes Dyet;
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I plaid the Judas with the King,
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which makes the World detest me?
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Nay should His Majesty pardon me,
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A hundred would Arrest mee.
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Kimbolton Says those Londoners
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Deserve to loose their eares,
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For now theyl all Obey the King,
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Like Citizen Cavaliers:
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Lets Vote the Peace a dangerous Plot,
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And send them a deniall,
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For if they save the Kingdome, then,
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theyl give us a Legall tryall.
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The Welsh-men rage, quoth Stamford,
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And call me villanous Goate
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For I plunderd Hereford Aldermens Gowns,
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To make my Besse a Coate,
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Tis true, the Towne did feed me well,
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From which I tooke good Fleeces.
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But if Peace come theyl teare both me,
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And all my whores in pieces.
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Fight, fight, quoth Say, now, now hold up,
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Their Jealosies and feares;
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The worke will thrive, I Plotted it,
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Above these Seventeene yeares,
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Tis I that am your Engenere,
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But if for Peace you Vote,
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Oh then theyl make me come to church,
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Or else will cut my throat.
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My father Goodwin, quoth Wharton,
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Calls me a silly lad,
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And wonders youl aske Peace of me,
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Who have beene lately mad,
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Ye chose me Irish Generall,
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And I chose to stay here,
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For should I Fight amongst the bogs,
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theirs nere a Sawpit there,
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These heathen Prentices, quoth Brook,
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Did make my Coach man stay
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Bid me be bare, although I spake,
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But 13. Bulls that day,
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If Peace knock of my Learned Scull,
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Then at my House youl see,
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The swoard of Guy the dunn Cows Rib,
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The Asses tooth, and me.
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I made the Speech quoth Roberts,
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When his Excellence first began,
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For which he swore by a potle of sack,
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To make me a Gentleman.
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But if the King get to Whithall,
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Then all my Hopes are past,
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I am the first Lord, of my house,
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And would not be the last.
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COMMONS,
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Keepe Silence, quoth the Speaker,
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But do not hold your Peace,
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Lets sit and Vote and hold them toot,
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For Ile do what you please:
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I have but poore 6000 pounds,
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besides some spoones and bowles,
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Nay grant a Peace, and how shall I,
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Be Master of the Roles.
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Then spake five members all at once,
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And for an Army crid,
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Last yeare say they, they rescued us,
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Or else we had beene tryed.
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What though you are almost undone,
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Ye shall Contribute still,
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We will convey our Truncks away,
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And then do what you will.
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My venum swels, quoth Hollis,
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And that his Majesty knowes,
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And I quoth Hambden fetch the Scots,
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Whenc all this mischeife growes.
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I am an Asse quoth Haslerig,
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But yet Ime depe i th plot,
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And I quoth Stroud can ly, as fast,
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As master Pym can trott.
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But I quoth Pym your hackney am,
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And all your drudgery doe,
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Have made good Speeches for my selfe,
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And priviledges for you:
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I sit and can looke down on men,
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Whilest others bleed and fight,
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I eate their Lordships meate by day,
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And give it their Wives by night.
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Then Vane grew black ith Face, and sweares,
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Theirs none so deepe as I,
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The Staffe and Signet slipt my hand,
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My Sonne can tell you why.
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The name of Peace men say is sweet,
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But oh it makes me stinke,
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For Straffords Ghost doth haunt me so,
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I cannot sleepe a winke.
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Were Starfford living, Mildmay said,
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He wold do me none ill;
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For I hid myselfe i th privy,
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When th house did passe his Bill:
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But oh my gold and silver thread,
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That Gregory calls his owne;
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Though in a Ship I made my will,
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I was not borne to drowne.
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You found me, quoth Sir Robert Pye,
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I have bin long a knave;
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And promise I should be so still,
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So you my Vote should have.
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And I (quoth Lawrence Whitaker,)
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Agree to do so too;
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And if you leave old Courtiers thus,
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Theyl do as much for you.
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This Peace (quoth Michaell Olsworth,
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Will bring no fee to mee;
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And yet my Lord hath sworne for it,
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And will not follow mee.
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Fie, downe with Bishops Wheeler said,
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For I have Robd the Church;
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Oh base, will you conclude of Peace,
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And leave us in the lurch.
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Who talkes of Peace, quoth Ludlow?
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Hath neither Sence, nor Reason;
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For I nere spake i th house but once,
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And then I spoke high Treason:
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Your meaning was as bad as mine,
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You must defend my Speech;
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Or else youl make my Mouth as famd,
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As was my Fathers breetch.
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Ile Plunder him, (quoth Bainton)
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That mentions Peace to mee;
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The last Bishop would not grant my Lease,
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But now I have it free.
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A Gunpowder Monopoly,
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Quoth Eveling, raised my Father;
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And if you let the Peace go on,
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Theyle call me Powder Traytor.
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Foh, said Sir John Hotham,
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Is this a time to Treate,
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When New-Castle, and Cumberland,
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Mee to the Walls have beate:
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Yee base obedient Citizens,
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Do yee thinke to save your Lives;
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My Sonne and I will serve you all,
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As I have servd five Wives.
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Indeed, quoth Sir Hugh Cholmely,
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Sir John, you say most true;
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For I have Sold and Morgaged,
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Even all my Land to you.
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My Brother would have servd the KING,
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But was forbidd to stay;
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The King foresaw at Keinton Feild,
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Sir Harry would runne away.
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I went downe, (quoth Sir Stapleton)
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With Musket, Pike, and Drum;
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To fetch Sir Francis Wortley up,
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But truely, he will not come.
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Oh Lord, Sir Robert Harlowe said,
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How do our foes increase;
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I wonder who the Devill it was,
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That first invented Peace!
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Treason, treason, treason,
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Sir Walter Earle cryed out;
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Farr worse then blowing up the Thames,
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The Dagger, or the Clout.
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Damm it said Miles Corbet,
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Or wee are all confounded;
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And Cavaliers will Cuckold mee,
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As well as did the Round-head.
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Zounds, said Henry Martin,
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Weel have no Accomodation;
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Dye not know, twas I that tore,
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His Majesties Proclamation.
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In the House I spake high treason,
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Ive sold both Land and Lease;
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Nay, I shall then have but three Whores;
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A pox upon this Peace.
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Yee see, (beloved Londoners,)
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Your Peace is out of season;
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For which you have the sence of th House;
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And every Members Reason.
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Oh do not stand for Peace then,
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For t[r]ust me if you do;
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Each County of the Kingdome will,
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Rise up, and do so too.
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