TOWNLY'S[269] GHOST, Etc.[270]

When Sol in shades of night was lost, [fol. 545.] And all was fast asleep, In glided murder'd Townly's ghost And stood at William's feet. Awake, infernal wretch, he cried, And view this mangled shade, That in thy perjur'd faith relied And basely was betray'd.[271] Embrew'd in bliss, embath'd in ease, Tho' now thou seem'st to lie, My injur'd form shall gall thy peace, And make thee wish to die. Fancy no more in pleasing dreams Shall frisk before thy sight, But horrid thoughts and dismal screams Attend thee all the night. Think on the hellish acts thou 'st done, [fol. 546.] The thousands thou 'st betray'd; Nero himself would blush to own The slaughter thou hast made. Nor infants' cries, nor parents' tears Could stay thy bloody hand, Nor could the ravisht virgins' fears Appease thy dire command. But, ah! what pangs are set apart In hell, thou 'lt quickly see, Where ev'n the damn'd themselves will start To view a friend like thee. In haste, affrighted, Willie rose And trembling stood and pale; Then to his cruel sire he goes And tells the dreadful tale. Chear up, my dear, my darling son (The bold Usurper said), And ne'er repent what thou hast done, Nor be at all afraid. If we in Scotland's throne can dwell [fol. 547.] And reign securely here,[272] Your uncle, Satan's king in hell And he'll secure us there.