But behold the scean is again changed, not by the Royall party, the Common Enemy, or a forreign power; but by the despicable _Rumpe_ of a Parliament, which that _Mountebanke_ had formerly serv'd himself of, and had rais'd him to that pitch, and investiture: But see withall, how soon these triflers and puppets of policy are blown away, with all their pack of modells and childish _Chimaeras_, nothing remaining of them but their Coffine, guarded by the Souldiers at Westminster; but which is yet lesse empty then the heads of those Polititians, which so lately seemed to fill it. For the rest, I despise to blot paper with a recitall of those wretched _Interludes, Farces and Fantasms_, which appear'd in the severall intervalls; because they were nothing but the effects of an extream gyddiness, and unparallel'd levity. Yet these are those various despensations and providences in your journey to that _holy land_ of purchases and profits, to which you have from time to time appeal'd for the justification of your proceedings, whilst they were, indeed, no other then the manifest judgments of God upon your rebellion and your ambition: I say nothing of your hypocriticall fasts, and pretended humiliations, previous to the succeeding plots, and supposititious Revelations, that _the godly might fall into the hands of your Captains_, because they were bugbears, and became ridiculous even to the common people. And now _Sr._ if you please, let us begin to set down the product and survey the successe of your party and after all these faces and vertigo's tell me ingenuously, if the single chastisment which is fallen upon one afflicted man, and his loyall subjects, distressed by the common event of war, want of treasure, the seizure of his Fleet, forcing him from his City, and all the disadvantages that a perfidious people could imagine; but in fine the crowning him with a glorious _Martyrdome_ for the Church of God and the liberty of his people (for which his blood doth yet cry aloud for vengeance) be comparable to the confusion which you (that have been the conquerours) have suffered, and the slavery which you are like to leave to the posterities which will be born but to curse you, and to groan under the pressures which you bequeath to your own flesh & blood? For to what a condition you have already reduced this once flourishing kingdom, since all has been your own, let the intolerable oppressions, taxes, Excises, sequestrations confiscations, plunders, customes, decimations, not to mention the plate, even to very thimbles and the bodkins (for even to these did your avarice descend) and other booties, speak. All this dissipated and squandred away, to gratifie a few covetous and ambitious wretches, whose appetites are as deep as hell, and as insatiable as the grave; as if (as the Wise-man speaks) _our time here were but a market for gain_.