_Figure 8._ View here a Miracle——A Priest Conveys, In Spanish Bottom o’re the path-less Seas, Close treacherous Notes, whilst a Dutch Ship comes by And streight Engag’d her well-known Enemy; The Conscious Priest his Guilty Papers tears, And over-board the scatter’d fragments bears; But the just winds do force them back o’th’ Decks, And peice-meal all the lurking plot detects. FOR CONTINUATION SEE BACK OF THE OTHER HALF OF THE ILLUSTRATION.] [Illustration: _The Popes bull_ IN NOMINE DOMINI _incipit Omne Malum_. ] [Illustration: _W. A. Mansell & Co._ “POPISH PLOTS AND TREASONS.” For descriptions in rhyme see back.] [Illustration: CONTINUED FROM BACK OF FIRST HALF OF ILLUSTRATION. _Figure 9._ The Jesuites vile Doctrines do Convince _Parry_ ’Tis Merit for to kill his Prince. The fatal Dagger he prepares with Art, And means to sheath it in her Royal Heart. Oft he attemps, and is as oft put by, By the Majestick Terrors of her Eye; At last his Cursed Intentions he Confest And So his welcom’d a fit Tyburn Guest; _Figure 10._ Here _Babington_ and all his desperate Band, Ready prepar’d for Royal Murder stand, His Motto seems to glory in the Deed, _These my Companions are whom dangers lead_. Cowardly Traitors, so many Combine To Cut off one poor Ladies vital Twine; In vain,—Heaven’s her Guard, and as for you; Behold, the Hangman gives you all your due. _Figure 11._ Nor was’t with _Spain_ alone, Great _Betty_’s Strife; Now _France_ attempts upon her pretious Life; The Guises cause th’ Ambassador to Bribe _Moody_, and others of the Roman Tribe, To Cut her off. To which they soon Consent But watchful Heav’n does that Guilt prevent. _Stafford_ doth to the Councel All disclose, And Home with shame perfidious _Mounsieur_ goes. _Figure 12._ _Spain’s_ proud _Armado_, whom the Pope did Bless, Attacques our Isle, Confident of success. But Heav’ns just Blast doth Scatter all their force, They fly and quite round _Scotland_ take their Course: So many taken, burnt, and Sunk i’th’ Main, Scarce one in Ten did e’re get home Again; Thus _England_ like _Noahs_ Ark, amidst the Waves Indulgent providence from Danger saves. _Figure 13._ And now a private horrid Treason veiw Hatcht by the Pope, the Devil, and a Jew _Lopez_ a Doctor must by Poison do What all their Plots have fail’d in hitherto _What will you give me then_; the _Judas_ Cries Full _fifty thousand Crowns_, t’other replies, Tis done—but hold, the wretch shall miss his hope, The Treasons known, and his Reward’s the Rope; _Figure 14._