Here’s the Whipper whipt by a friend to George, that whipp’d Jack, {52} that whipp’d the breech, That whipp’d the nation as long as it could stand over it—after which It was itself re-jerk’d by the sage author of this speech: “Methinks a Rump should go as well with a Scotch spur as with a switch.” From a Rump, etc. This Rump hath many a rotten and unruly member; “Give the generall the oath!” cries one (but his conscience being a little tender); “I’ll abjure you with a pestilence!” quoth George, “and make you remember The ’leaventh of February {53} longer than the fifth of November!” From a Rump, etc. With that, Monk leaves (in Rump assembled) the three estates, But oh! how the citizens hugg’d him for breaking down their gates, For tearing up their posts and chaynes, and for clapping up their mates {54} (When they saw that he brought them plasters for their broken pates). From a Rump, etc. In truth this ruffle put the town in great disorder, Some knaves (in office) smiled, expecting ’twould go furder; But at the last, “My life on’t! George is no Rumper,” said the Recorder, “For there never was either honest man or monk of that order.” From a Rump, etc. And so it proved; for, “Gentlemen,” says the general, “I’ll make you amends; Our greeting was a little untoward, but we’ll part friends; A little time shall show you which way my design tends, And that, besides the good of Church and State, I have no other ends.” From a Rump, etc. His Excellence had no sooner pass’d this declaration and promise, But in steps Secretary Scot, the Rump’s man Thomas, With Luke, their lame evangelist (the Devil keep ’um from us!) {55} To shew Monk what precious members of Church and State the Bumm has. From a Rump, etc. And now comes the supplication of the members under the rod: “Nay, my Lord!” cryes the brewer’s clerk; “good, my Lord, for the love of God! Consider yourself, us, and this poor nation, and that tyrant abroad; Don’t leave us:”—but George gave him a shrugg instead of a nodd. From a Rump, etc. This mortal silence was followed with a most hideous noyse, Of free Parliament bells and Rump-confounding boyes, Crying, “Cut the rogues! singe their tayles!” when, with a low voyce, “Fire and sword! by this light,” cryes Tom, “Lets look to our toyes!” From a Rump, etc. Never were wretched members in so sad a plight; Some were broyl’d, some toasted, others burnt outright; {56} Nay against Rumps so pittylesse was their rage and spite, That not a citizen would kisse his wife that night. From a Rump, etc.