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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A35905) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 48924) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 488:19) A dialogue between Toney, and the ghost of the late Lord Viscount-Stafford 1 sheet (1 p.) Printed for P.M., London : 1681. Broadside. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. eng Shaftesbury, Anthony Ashley Cooper, -- Earl of, 1621-1683. Stafford, William Howard, -- Viscount, 1614-1680. Broadsides -- England -- London eebo A dialogue, between Toney, and the ghost of the late Lord Viscount-Stafford. [no entry] 1681 2 568 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2002-03 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-05 Sampled and proofread 2002-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Dialogue , between Toney , and the Ghost of the Late LORD VISCOUNT - STAFFORD . Ghost . WHy dost thou restless Spectour haunt a Shade , Who thy false practices , a Ghost has made ? Why dost thou with Incessant rage pursue Those whom thy only Crimes to ruin drew ? Thy false pretences of a wreched PLOT , Whose vile Conception , thy own Brain begot Much Blood has spilt ; and on thy Head has brought , Heavens Vengeance , for the perjuries thou 'st taught . Toney . Poor empty Shadow ? canst thou think that I , Will like thy self , contented go to Dye ? Know senceless Shade ; Whenever I do Fall , Millions at least shall wait my Funeral . The kind believing Croud ; which I have led Long in a Noose ; and my Revenge has fed : Who still with acclaimations made my Name , Reach to the Clouds t'imortalize my Fame . Will not believe that I , Bent my Designes , t' establish Anarchie , Thou seest I still the Idoll am , They think t' was for their Liberties I came , The unthinking Vulgar ; will not see him Fall Whom they so oft , did their preserver Call . Ghost . Thou Hellish Engine no , Heaven has at last Decreed , to open all thy Treasons past , Thy Insinuating Arts henceforth shall fail , Thy Ianus Head at last shall loose it's vail : Thy Canker'd Soul display'd to open view Shall turn on thee , the Venome which they drew , The Peoples Eyes , shall be at last unseal'd And all thy Trayterous Designs Reveal'd ; Thy damned Arts , and Engines , all shall be Lay'd open , the whole World thy PLOTS shall see . Read in thy Heart ; Writ in Large Characters The Hellish Cause of our Domestick Jarrs : Then to thy horrour , thou amaz'd shall see The abus'd People , my Revengers be . Toney . Let it be true , let all the horrors come Thou 'st mention'd , Furies joyn to give me Doom , Let in my Fall , both Heaven , and Earth Conspire , My deep Designs shall not with Life Expire : My Days , and Nights , ( whilst here ) I will employ In Studied mischiefs Kingdoms to destroy ; My Emissaries shall Insinuate , Seeking the Nations safety , brought my Fate ; I le sow such Seeds ; Sedition shall not cease Nor shall they after I am Dead have Peace : For with my fall , I le darken all the Stars , And leave the World in Universal Jars . Ghost . Hold Impious wretch , what has thy fury fed ! Add not more Blood to that already Shed ; Think what Reward , to Blood and Treason 's Due , And think how many thy Ambition Slew : Think e're it be too late , and think withall Heaven does by me thee to Repentance Call ; The Gates of Mercy are not yet made fast , O! seek it , and Repent thy Treason 's past : Or else when Death , has clos'd thy Mortal Eyes , Then EVER will BEGIN thy Miseries .

LONDON , Printed for P. M. 1681.