A new narrative of the popish plot shewing the cunning contrivance thereof, with a signal providence to this nation in the discovery of it and the plotters, to the confusion of the wicked papists, and to the great comfort of all good Protestants : to the tune of Packington's pound.

The Contents of the SECOND PART.

Of Arms under ground for Horse and for Foot, The King almost kill'd, but Gun will not shoot, For which Pick'ring is whip't, All of them swear To be true to the Plot; yet Oates not for fear, But Revenge, being turn'd away, and well bang'd, Discovers them all; the Jesuits are hang'd.

I.

THe Plot being thus subtly contriv'd, as you hear, To God know's how many this Secret th' impart. Some famous for Cheats, yet their Faith they don't fear, To tye a Knave fast they had found a new Art. They swore on a Book, And Sacrament took, But you'll find if into their grave Authors you look, To forswear's no sin (as th' Recorder well notes) Nor Treason, Rebellion, nor cutting of Throats. The truth of my Story, &c.

II.

STill blinded with Zeal, and inveigled by Hope, Store of Arms they provide for Fight and Defence, The Lords must command, as Vice-Roys of the Pope, And all over England they raise Peter-pence. Their Letters they send, By Bedlo their Friend, Or else by the Post, to shew what they intend, Some hundreds Oates saw, which the Jesuits did write, 'Tis a wonder not one of them e're came to light. The truth of my Story, &c.

III.

POunds two hundred thousand they to Ireland sent, Fifteen thousand to Wakeman for Potions and Pills, Forty thousand in Fire-Works, we guess that they spent, And at least ten thousand for the 'foresaid Black Bills; Fifteen hundred more Grove shou'd have, they swore; Four Gentlemen Ruffians deserved Fourscore; Pious Pickering they knew was of Masses more fond, And for thirty thousand they gave him a Bond. The truth of my Story, &c.

IV.

THese two, to kill the King by Promises won Had now watch'd for some years in St. James his Park, And Pickring who never yet shot off a Gun Was about to take aim, for he had a fair mark; Just going to begin't, He missed his Flint, And looking in Pan there was no Powder in't; For which, he their Pardon does humbly beseech, Yet had thirty good lashes upon his bare Breech. The truth of my Story, &c.

V.

BUt a sadder mischance to the Plot did befall, For Oates their main Engine fail'd, when it came to't; No marvail indeed if he cousen'd them all, Who turn'd him a begging, and beat him to boot. He wheeling about The whole Party did rout, And from lurking holes did ferret them out; Till running himself blind, he none of them knew, And fainting at Council, he could not swear true. The truth of my Story, &c.

VI.

TO strengthen our Doctor, brave Bedlo's brought in, A more credible Witness was not above ground, He vows and protests what e're he had bin, He wou'd not swear false now, for five hundred pound; And why should we fear, They falsly would swear, To damn their own Souls, and to lose by it here; For Oates who before had no Penny in Purse Discov'ring the Plot, was seven hundred pound worse. The truth of my Story, &c.

VII.

TWo Witnesses more were let loose from the Jayl, Though One, 'tis confest, did run back from his word, In danger of life a good man may be frail; And th' Other they slander for cheating his Lord; T' each one of these men, The Jesuits brought ten T•• disprove 'um in time and in place, but what then? One Circumstance lately was sworn most clear By a Man who in hopes has four hundred a year. The truth of my Story, &c.

VIII.

BEsides 'twas oft urg'd; We must always suppose, To murder the King a great Plot there has bin, And who to contrive it so likely as those Who Murders and Treasons do hold for no Sin. Things being thus plain To plead was in vain, The Jury instructed again and again, Did find them all Guilty, and to shew 'twas well done, The People gave a Shout for Victory won. The truth of my Story, &c.

IX.

'TIs strange how these Jesuits so subtle and wise, Should all by the Pope be so basely trapan'd, To hang with much comfort when he shall advise, And go to the Devil too at his command. He may give them leave, To lye and deceive, But what when the Rope do's of Life them bereave, Can his Holiness think you dispense with that pain, Or by his Indulgences raise them again? The truth of my Story, &c.

X.

YEt like Mad-men of Life a Contempt they express, And of their own happiness careless appear; For Life and for Money not one would confess, Th' had rather be damn'd, than be rich, and live here; But surely they rav'd When God they out-brav'd, And thought to renounce him the way to be sav'd; And with Lyes in their mouth go t' Heav'n in a string; So prosper all Traytors, and God save the King. The truth of my Story, &c.

Concordat cum Recordo.

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Notes

• As appears in the several Tryals.
• Vid. Irland's Try∣al. p. 23.
• Vid. also Hili's Tryal. p. 32.
• Vid. his Speech in Ireland's Tryal. p. 81.
• Vid. p. 30.
• Vid. Jesuits Tryal. p. 33.
• Vid. p. 29.
• Vid. Dr. Oates's Nar. all along.
• Vid. Coleman's Tryal. p. 23.
• Vid. p. 40.
• Vid. p. 21.
• Vid. p. 24.
• Vid. p. 21.
• Vid. Irland's Try∣al. p. 24.
• Vid. p. 25.
• Vid. p. 24.
• Vid. Jesuits Tryal. p. 33.
• Vid. Irland's Try∣al. p. 24.
• Vid. Wakeman's Tryal. p. 73.
• Vid. Jesuits Tryal. p. 91.
• Wak. p. 30, & 55. as also Coleman's Tryal. p. 30.
• Ibid.
• Vid. Wakeman's Tryal. p. 40.
• Thus Dr. Oates and Mr. Bedlo af∣firm in Langhorne's Tryal.
• Mr. Prance.
• Mr. Dugdale.
• Vid. Jesuits Tryal all along.
• Viz. That Ireland was in Town, Aug. 19. Wak. Tryal. p. 22.
• Mr. Jenison.