HUGH PETERs last WILL and TESTAMEN
OR,
The Haltering of the Divell. To the tune of, the guelding of the Divel.
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A Joyful story I will you tell
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Of the haltering of the Divel of hell,
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Old Nick, who lurkt this many a year
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In Calvins Stool and Luthers Chair,
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At Amsterdam in forty one
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Did hold a Convocation,
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And resolved to crosse the brine,
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And enter a Herd of English Swine:
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Belzebub that Angel of Light
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(And Darknesse too) could hit it right;
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The zealous wives he enters then,
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And fits them for their bretheren,
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The lesser Divels he bids them go
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Into Millenaries, Anabaptists, Quakers too,
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Divide but the Kingdome, the spoile was his own,
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For then would he plunder the Church and the Thorne;
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Rond round round as a Juglers box
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The Divel walkt his round with the pox;
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The great boss Bible under his arm
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For all his mischiefs was the Charm,
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And the Pulpit he soon descries
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The fittest place where to play his prise.
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In Pantaloons and powdred haire
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There the Mountebank commends his ware;
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Come buy of my Balsome approved to be
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An Antedote 'gainst Episcopacie,
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And here is that most precious thing
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Frees all my Saints from the thrall of a King,
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And you of all humane Laws doth free,
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And from all manner of jeopardie
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The Germans it cost ten millions or mo,
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But you shall have't for a thimble or two;
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Sing
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this
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through
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the
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nose.
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Thus he set up in the Preachers stall,
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But soon 'larg'd his shop into Goldsmiths Hall,
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If he cou'd but sheere the brethren there,
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He knew where to pick the Cavaleere,
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And there his voteries in did bring
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Their thimbles, and bodkins, their plate and their rings,
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And the sooner to bring their good Cause to an end,
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No brother but his wife for a Hackny would lend;
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Thus by the sisters a bank was made
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(For the Divel and's wench) had a thriving trade)
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The guelding Earl then doth he bestride,
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For now he's resolv'd to get up and ride,
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But nobody living was able to discern
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Essex from the Divel, so Iike was their horn,
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Thus jealous ambition soon did send
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His Favourite unto a merciful end.
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Thomas next at his service was,
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(For the Divel nere wanted a Mule nor an Ass)
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With William and Arthur a coursing he went,
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And his Lurcher Noll still follow'd the scent,
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The Royal STAG they run so hard
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That He was forc't to leave the Herd
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And singled him unto London town
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Where the Divel and's Band dogs tore him down:
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Hogon Mogon Divel now
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To whom all the world doth hail and bow!
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His house of Commons next he bestrides
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Where like George on horse-back he rides!
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Through Church and Crown he now makes speed
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(Though he need not have spur'd so forward a Steed)
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And still all our Coin runs away by stealth
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As the Divel had been in Common-wealth.
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But here the Common-wealth had a rub
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For they would be greater then Belzebub!
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But that the Divel never could like,
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And bids Beedle Noll to give them a kick;
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Presto begon, away then they went,
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And left behind them a damnable scent;
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Thus Belsebub in discontent
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Parted with his Fundament:
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Now he's advanced from the Peake
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To the Pallace of an ample beake,
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Whose roof of Copper shineth so
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It excells Saint Peters Cupello,
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And he likes his habitation well
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For 'twas no one mantion but all hell,
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And of furniture there was such store
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The Deele nere met with the like before:
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Noll and the Deele cop'd many a year,
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Till the date of's Indenture now grew near;
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Sick sick sick and the pains of hel
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Upon old Noll as a Mortal fel
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Though his Augurers told him he nere should dye,
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Yet there his Prophet Goodwin did lye;
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The dearest friends they say must part
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So did Noll and the Divel with a heavy heart:
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Then silly Dick laid claim to the Throne,
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But's Nuncles said 'twas theirs by adoption;
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And now the Divel was put to his trump
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And once more resolves to set up with the Rump,
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But there the Varlet did stink so sore
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England resolv'd to endure't no more,
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And so th'infernal Merchant broke,
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Hel never before receiv'd such a stroke.
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Hews and Cryes runs up and down,
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In every Burrough, City and Town;
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The Trayterous murderers is descried
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And now he knows not where to hide,
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Under the Lawyers gown he stole,
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But thence he was fetcht out by the pole,
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And now not knowing where to be
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In Hugh Peters he took sanctuarie:
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But there's no fence against a flaile
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Hugh Peters could not be his Baile,
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For all his thefts and Regicide
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In Hugh Peters he must be tride,
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And is condemned to the Gallow Tree
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Where he paid the Hangman his fee,
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That's Executor in trust should be content
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To fulfil his Will and Testament:
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Unto his Sisters he gave his Bable
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Which stood in their service as long as 'twas able,
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And unto the Kirk his brains and eyes,
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And unto the Queen of Morocco his thighs;
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And this was Peters and *Harrisons plight
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(But the Mayor brok's word last tuesday night)
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And so the Divel parted withs train
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Who a thousand years hence means to see you again.
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