That Vengeance may both great and small pursue,
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O're take the Hirers and the hired too;
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Both those who the damn'd hire for Blood receive,
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And those who to be damn'd their money give:
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For if strict Vengeance on such be not ta'ne,
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Our Laws for Murther will be made in Vain;
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So impious and so vile now Men are grown,
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As never in our Age before was known;
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Who cann't but go or Ride the Streets in fear,
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When we have Bravo's and Banditti here?
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Tories who here have shown their Murtherous Skill,
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And know the way as well as they to kill.
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Under our English Cloth Men must wear Buff,
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A Coat of Mail, or Armor Pistol-Proof;
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For fear of some revenge from Jilting drabs,
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Or else for Friendship or Religion stabs;
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Poison, or Bullet, fraud, or Force they take,
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Both for reveng and for Religion's sake,
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Justice will Visit when the Murther's past,
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And overtake the Criminals at last.
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And such black deeds ly open to God's sight,
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Who will the Murtherous Plots bring forth to light,
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Then worthy Thyn we shall more surely know,
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Who was thy Barbarous Bloody secret foe,
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When to the Bottom of this Plot we see,
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And if the Villains only aim'd at thee.
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Rest now thy soul in peace, whilst our good King
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Your bloody Murtherers to Justice bring,
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Whilst the Scar'd People on thy death debate,
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And all thy Friends bewail thy sudden Fate:
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Whilst the good Duke bewails with Tears his friend
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Afflicted to behold his sudden end.
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But let all Loyal Hearts to Heaven pay,
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Their Thanks that Monmouth did no longer stay,
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That Providence who over him takes Care
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Had him diverted then from being there.
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Who Knows what bloody Ruffians did intend,
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They might Perhaps have yet a further end,
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Revenge might reach both to the Duke and's friend,
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But Heaven will hear for him the Peoples prayer,
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And of that Noble Prince his Life take care
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That he may still secure and safely go,
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And all the plots of Papists overthrow.
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May Heav'n preserve the King that he may run
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A Long long race, and for his sake his Son,
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May the Almighty Keep the good Dukes Life
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From Hellish Plots, from Popish Gun or Knife.
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And let himself warn'd, now more watchful be
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Left that he fall into like Jeopardie.
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O Heaven preserve him from a bloody end,
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And let him take a warning by his Friend.
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