THE
Duke of Monmouths Triumph
over all his Misfortunes.
Who is now Pardoned and Entertained at Court, by the Inter-
cession of His Royal Highness the Duke of YORK.
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I.
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COme Brethren of Faction, Rebellion Distraction,
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throw by all your hopes of a future Success,
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We are totally Routed, both Design and Action,
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each hour gives us Caution to pine and look less:
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Brave Monmouth we've lost him, since fortune hath crost him
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he finds how by all our Intreagues he was sham'd,
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We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head,
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since Monmouth hath left us to Hang and be Damn'd.
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II.
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Monmouth at Court again, we must come short again,
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of making of Kings, and disposing of Crowns,
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I fear our chief Plotters will sculk and desert amain,
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there's nothing appears in the Heavens but frowns:
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Let no Fool Dissenter, rejoyce at a venture,
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the Consequence tells me the Cause will be sham'd;
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We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head,
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since Monmouth hath left us to Hang and be Damn'd.
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III.
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Great Monmouth, Tom draw'd him, & Shaftsbury shew'd him
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what a short easie step it was into the Throne;
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And made all the Factious and Rout to applaud him,
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for leaving both Father and Uncle alone:
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Now we are all blamed, and he's Entertained,
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and may be advanced as he was before;
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We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head,
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since Monmouth hath left us to Hang or live poor.
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VI.
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Great Monmouth we praisd' him, with Bone-fires amaz'd him,
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and made him the God and Idol o'th Crowd,
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In every County o'th Kingdom Carress'd him,
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till we were all quasht and dissolv'd in a Cloud:
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But now we must scamper and run at a venture,
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he has made such discoveries we all shall be Hang'd;
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We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head,
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since Monmouth hath left us to Hang or be Damn'd.
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V.
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The chief of our number, I fear will fall under
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the lash of the Law, and the Hatchet and String;
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For making of parties Conspiring to murther,
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so lawful, so loving, so gracious a King:
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Now Monmouth abhor it, he'l Hang them that's for it,
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great York hath most bravely his pardon obtain'd;
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We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head
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since Monmouth hath left us to Hang and be Sham'd.
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VI.
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There's Thousands unnamed, that will be Arraigned,
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and Godfreys murther perhaps may be known,
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A Harvest of Rebels by Ketch must be tamed,
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then Charles may live happy and safe in his Throne
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Let Tom and Grays fancies, stick close to their wenches,
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I fear they'l be found out where e're they are ram'd;
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We all are confounded, both Whig, Rump, & Round-head,
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since Monmouth hath left us to Hang and be Damn'd.
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