Novembris monstrum, or, Rome brovght to bed in England with the whores miscarying
A. B. C. D. E., E. M. A. D. O. C.
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VIII. Praeelecta obstetrix.
Vpon Faux ready to deliver it.
•ut Monster-Tiger, a fell vipers brood,
•hat would'st such with thy milk, thy mother's blood
•awn'd with a Richards tush, not toothles borne,
•rawing the fountaine-breast, thou wouldst have torne
〈◊〉 passage to hir heart, gnawd that for food,
•nd like Prometheus Vultur suckt on blood.
•ou'lt suck, but so that thou mayst open too
•conduit-veine whence blood with milke may flow
•onder that thy mother wean'd Thee not
•om hir, whence thou this Viper-nature got.
•hy step-nurse, Rome I meane, that purple whore
•hose breasts milkt venome from a putrid soare.
•t see, Rome nurst Thee, therefore thou wilt be
• hir brought up unto this villany.
•me once a Nero had to kill a mother,
•ast Rome should want one now, thou prov'st a∣nother.
•d hath not she hir Jesuits, that thou
•ust prove a Mid-wife to hir treason now?
•hat would you have the whore when all is done
•y at our doore hir new borne bastard sonne?
•ant grosse excrement: know thus much, that
•ngland doth scorne to Father such a brat.
Page 34Vpon the same.
Vp night-owle, and breake o'pe thy sealed eyes,
Venter to looke upon the mantled skyes.
Sol hath remov'd his court, the glorious day
And all his followers have packt away.
Night is full mounted in her seate of jet,
And lies wrapt in her cloudy cabanet.
Feare not, Apollo's gone; his prying eye
Can neither see nor blab thy villanie.
Envie hath gone her time, and doth begin
To be in travell with her full-growne sin.
Vp then, and see that all things ready be
'Tis thou must hasten her delivery,
Pluto hath sent his Pursivant away
To summon thy appeareance, make no stay:
Goe, take thy charge, that thou maist licenc't be,
And show a pattent for thy viilany.
Fetch thy darke-lanthorne, that true Gyges ring,
Which, thou unseene, makes Thee see ev'ry thin
Take that turn'd-Hypocrite, whose outward sho
Is night, but inward like the day doth glow.
Foule as a mist without, all fayre within,
Vice would seeme vice sometimes to cloake a si•
Thy darke companion will still be true,
And by denying light, will lighten you.
Then downe with hast to that infernall cell,
Where fur ous envy, and hid treason dwell.
Page 35•ell them Hell's suffrage hath elected you
•roome of that chamber, where death lyes below
•nd you must call it up as soone as day
•e christned, as the Sunne whips night away.
•ooke then unto your charge, and see that he
•eepe not beyond his time, but stirring be;
•se all his breakefast may be spoyl'd, and He
•ill misse his morning's draft of Majestie.
•or you (proud factors for the Netherlands,
•gent for hell) must suffer Morpheus bands
• tye your eye-lids up: what if the birth
•iscarry, e're the night expires her breath.
• stead of being Sainted, you shall be
•rol'd for purgatory, and there made free.
Then girt thy selfe for Rome, and charge thine eyes
•at they like watchfull Argus keepe the prize.
• thou an Heirogliphick to the hare,
•eepe waking with thine eyes unclos'd, and bare.
•d when the day begins to ope her eyes
•ke Nilus with the rising Sunne arise.
•hat though thou saile through the Aegaean sea,
•st up and downe with fear's perplexity?
•inke every one thou seest is come to bring
•ee tydings of a kingdome to a King.
•ou seek'st a throne: who would not think it
• swim-unto it through a sea of blood?
•ut heaven looks on, & Love is comming down good
•s milkie pavement with a furrow'd frowne
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Iustice sits in his eye (and yet 'tis blinde:
It sees but sees not; smiles that it should finde
Such secreasie in Treason) vengeance lyes
Wrapt in the wrinckles round about his eyes.
Next, down the Regent walke, Astraea came
Following high Iove to Iudge the world againe.
Iustice tooke wing before, and left the earth,
But seeing crueltie recover breath,
And grow to such a Gyant-stature, shee
Returnes bedeckt with greater Majestie.
The Cyclops arm'd with thunder round about,
Attends them both to drive those Traitors out.
Then tremble treachery; treason unmaske
Thy muffl'd face; make bare thy knees, and ask•
A pardon of the Gods: hold up thy hand,
Guilt doth indite Thee, and for guilty stand.
Iustice is come to visite once againe,
Tenders hir hand to kisse, if you'l reclaime.
Or else (by that impartiall soule, that guides
Hir hand) the sword your soule and clay divides
No no: (Grand Enginere of crueltie)
Ne're startle at the newes: what's this to thee?
Thou hast an Heliotrophian-stone, which will
Put out the eyes of Iustice, blinde hir still.
Send for Don Pluto's sheild, that thou maist see
Approaching justice, and she not see Thee.
Stare in the face of vengeance, and outdate
Those executioners, that comes to skare
Thee from thy charge: Laugh at their thunder-peal•
And let them heare the Eccho oft from hell.
Page 37•hy? thou'rt prepar'd for this; can this be newse,
•hen thou such prodigies thy selfe dost use?
•rden thy cruell heart, untill it grow
•nd like a Sea-calfe to withstand the blow
•hotter vengeance: crowne thy head with bayes,
• scare the Cyclops from thy hidden wayes.
•ll scarse doe: with thine owne plot begin,
•w them from earth up into heaven agin.
•ou know'st thy charg; what Rome expects from Thee;
•w she hath cram'd thee for this crueltie?
•rite after hir, and when the coppy's writt;
•t all that reade, see thou'rt hir counterfeit.
•like hir, but more cruell in thy wit,
•rite by the coppie, but still better it.
•mulus suck'd a wolfe, and was as shee,
•ou suckst of Rome, then thou like Rome must bee.
•hat Romulus did suck, to Rome he gave,
•hat Rome from Romulus, that thou must have.
•tvie them all, Rome, Romulus, and Hir
•at nurst thy cruell grand progenitor.
