thereof I shoo'd be glad to be Withall my soul to serve your Majestie All my ambition is implease your Grace In your favour to have a servants place And to your Laws so like a Subject live That to your people I may pattern give King You are not only fair but humble too But such humility becomes not you It does become you better ev'ry way Sweet Madam to command then to obey Which like a Princess freer then in Spain You in our Kingdom shall command and raign But what can we unto these Grandees say For all the pains that they have took this day And to these Beauties which have left Spain sad And full of tears and sighs to make us glad But bid them welcome to our Royl Couâ—t And study how to make their time seem short G. C. FINIS UPON Hells High-Commission Court set to Judge the King Ian. 1648. JUst as I enter'd that Majestick Hall Where Gog and Mâ—gog must be Judge and all Upon the Person of a King so good His only fault was he was not understood Where to my view the first thing did present With such excess of sad astonishment Just at the upper end a scarlet Throne Dy'd with the blood of many a loyal one Oh horrid I cannot go no fâ—rther Their intent is his Majestie to mâ—rther UPON The horrid and unheard of Murther of CHARLES the First King of England Scotland France and Ireland the 30 th of Ianu. 1648. WHy how now George where is thy Muse become Or is 't thy sorrow mak'st thee thus so dumb Shall Heav'n and Earth the Death of Charles deplore And thou as unconcern'd not say no more Or is the matter of so high a strain Thou can'st not reach it with thy weaker brain Then sigh it out and with a lusty tear Threaten a Flood to this unlucky year Insatiate men insatiate did I say Blood-thirsty men I meant to take away The best of men the best of Kings e're raign'd VVho liv'd a life unspotted and unstain'd VVhose vertue was his fall for had he bin In love with any thing but like a sin He had escaped their Tyrannique Laws 'Cause he'was bad and for no other cause But he was good nay Goodness it self he was And why they murther'd him that was the cause TO CHARLES the Second King of England Scotland France and Ireland upon his thrice happy return into England after twelve years Banishment AS in a tedious Winter ev'ry Plant Seems dead and out of life and all for want Of the Suns presence so Great Charles did we Like dead men seem and all for want of thee But when the Winter 's over and the Sun Returns again to this our Horizon How ev'ry thing revives which we call Spring Ev'n such is the return of Charles our King But Heav'n is kinder to these Plants below 'Cause innocence is all that they do know Their Winter therefore is but short to ours We having had dayes unto their howers Which is no less a wonder that we live Wanting so long that influence that shoo'd give Us life and vigour lying in the Root Which was grub'd up 'cause we no more shoo'd shoot But as it happens oftentimes we see In taking up of Roots that there will be An off-set two or three left in the ground Which by some skilful honest hand if found And planted carefully from thence may spring Stock sufficient as may from Charles our King Which Heav'n we supplicate that 〈◊〉 may raign He and his Off-spring till Shilo comâ—s again UPON King CHARLES the Second His Birth-day and his happy return in May 1660. THrice happy day and happy Moneth to be Thus twice so great a friend to Monarchiâ— The very Moneth that gave Great Charles his breath Gave breath to us redeeming us from Death From Death said I from dying ev'ry day And yet to die coo'd not find out the way Grim Death compar'd to what we suffer'd then So great a kindness was Those Tyrant-men Woo'd not allow us but by little and little T' increase our pain and so consume our mettle This was th' Egyptian bondage we lay under Which made the Lord come in with such a wonder That without one drop of blood or one tear Has re-inthron'd our lawful Prince this year So great a mercy that we may deserve From Heav'n nor him in duâ—y may we swerve TO MY Lord General MONCK Upon his opportune coming into England THou great Restorer of our antient Laws To whom we cannot give too great applause Ride on victorious in thy great design Gods real foes and ours to undermine Where had we been by this time hadst not thou Just in the nick of time come in I vow We had been lost and utterly undone And which is worse Religion had been gone But Heav'n be praised for this happy change Though to fanatique men it seemeth strange Well do the rest that we expect from thee And second of this Kingdom thou shalt be Which will more honour be unto thy name So for to live then die with dirty fame UPON The Death of the most Illustrious and unparallel'd Prince HENRY Duke of Glocester THou that hast been my Companion all my life Leave me not now I prethee in my grief Leave me not now in this great time of need To help t' express the Cause that makes us bleed No wonder that the Court is now so sad And that the Country everywhere is clad With Sighs and Tears the cause thereof being known Is able to dissolve the hardest stone Hard Fate you might have well forborn this spight And not have rob'd us of so great a Light A lesser might as well have serv'd your turn But that you had a mind to make us mourn But that you had a mind to make us grieve And all our expectations to deceive For one so young so wise was never known So grave in carriage sure but he alone So sound in judgement and so great a reach In State-affairs the wisest he might teach So humble too withall so well did plaâ—e What e're he said and spake with such a grace He took his Hearers with a double band Of Love and Reason and so amaz'd woo'd stand This is our grief our sorrow and sad loss Pray Heaven his Death prove not to us a cross Upon the just Judgement of His Majesties unjust JUDGES BUT now they 're come to Judgement Heav'n is just And tho 't be long before he questions Dust They shall not go unpunish't for that thing That horrid thing of murthering their King ' Twâ—s bad enougâ— against theâ—r King to rise But ten times worse their King to sacrifise But worst of all under a shew of Zeal To rob the Church and spoyl the Common-weal And so make God the Author of their ill Pretending 't was his pleasure and his will Thus how from sin to sin the Devil draws Ambitious spirits to infringe Gods Laws Still prompting them from what is bad to worse Until they 're fitted for his heavy Curse Mercy is an Attribute it is true VVhich properly to Heav'n belongs unto And he that shews it shews himself like God Yet God is said to have an Iron Rod. VVhen he vouchsafes to pardon 't is to those Will never more offend him which he knows And yet some sins he will not pardon neither That 'gainst the Holy-Ghost and Abels brother Nor those that shall so eas'ly pardon those That still continue his obdurate foes Blood requires blood but oh holy murther Is that which Heav'n it self will never smurther Nor can we hope a blessing fâ—om above So long as one alive among us move UPON Her Majesties the Queen MOTHER Return into England in October 1660. GReat Queen of vertue and of all that 's good VVho never yet was rightly understood Can you the wrongs you have receiv'd forget You must be more then woman to do it Nay if such sins by you can be fo giv'n 'T is more Great soul then we can hope from Heav'n And yet we 've moâ—e then hopes you can and will Or else in France you woo'd have stayed still And not have ventur'd o're this Ocean more But that you had a mind to clear our score And wipe away all sorrow from our eyes As fogs do vanish when the Sun does rise Great Star which from th' East and by South dost come How much are we engaged to thy womb Thy fruitful womb that with no little pain Hast stockt our Iland with no little gain Three Princes which the world so much admire And we at last with Reason do desire Two Beauties too they must not be forgot VVhom Christendom admires the like has not Welcome Great Queen welcome to our shore I fear to make amends we shall adore Your sacred Presence since that ever since We have been curst that you were forced hence FINIS
men To stand unto their trackling stoutly then And made all haste they coo'd to get away If that the wind their wishes woo'd obey VVhich did for half a dâ—y hold very good They still escaping though they were pursu'd At last the wind whose humour is to change Became â—o the sudden calm a thing not strange VVhich hindred them they coo'd not farther go They in the reach still being of their foe VVho then were fain to try to do by force That which they coo'd no longer by a course But all to little purpose on my word For they their Vessel quickly laid aboard Helas I have not strength to speak the rest VVherefore dear Madam I leave it to be gest Sym. Ah Heavens why have you broke my sweet repose Falls in a swound I in this world have nothing more to lose I 've lost my all and more I do not crave Since that my Dearest Dear's become a slave Fran. Sweet Madam be of chear and grieve not thus Your sighs and tears cannot help him nor us Sym. O give me leave I pray now at the least To grieve for that which cannot be exprest Had he been kill'd or down'd or had grim Death VVhich spareth none by sickness seiz'd his breath It woo'd have been more welcome to my ear Then that which from you Madam I do hear For then I might have been extreamly sure More pain and torment he coo'd not endure But now I know he lives and lives in pain VVithout all hopes his freedom for to gain Good Gods how can I chuse but sigh and grieve To have no pow'r my Lord for to relieve Fran. I cannot blame you Madam rather must Commend these tears and say your sighs are just Yet were he dead you lesser hope woo'd have Since none e're yet did ever quit the grave You cannot tell he may so happy be As by some means procure his liberty Sym. It is not likely since the Turk le ts go No man for love or money you do know And he will not commit a crime so foul As for his freedom give away his soul. Ah Heavens coo'd but my life his ransom be How with it I woo'd part most willingly Exeunt The second Scene Enter Prince alone Prince COo'd I but compass what I so desire And what with reason too I do admire Then shoo'd I think my self a Prince indeed And to desire shoo'd never more have need Had I been Childe unto some Countrey blade Or to some meaner person of a trade I might have chosen where I might have lov'd And from my Mistriss never been remov'd VVhereas being born a Prince and so more free I am less master of my liberty I cannot marry but I must ask leave And from my Subjects order too receive Perhaps take one I can by no means love Because some reason in the State does move Unhappy reason so to force ones faith For one for whom he no affection hath Princes in love less happy are I vow Then maids that milk or men that go to plow And how and how does our affair succeed Nonantious enters Does she believe my soul for hers does bleed How does she relish and disgest my love Will she be kind or will she cruel prove Non. Implease your Highness I have done my best Not any thing omitting unexprest Which might perswade and move her to believe Yet for all that she cannot it conceive She sayes her faith is not so sawcy yet To let her entertain and harbour it That she her birth and breeding knows too well To e're permit in her such thoughts shoo'd dwell Unto which words I presently reply'd Your Highness was so royally ally'd You had enough both for your self and her And that you vertue did 'fore birth prefer Prince Well thereunto what answer did she make Coo'd not that argument her captive take Nonant Good faith Sir no she seem'd thereat to scoff And rather nearer to be farther off All the fine words I coo'd invent and make Had not the pow'r her constancy to shake I told her to be wife unto a King Was not no little nor no common thing No more then for to have at her command So many Nobles bare-head for to stand All which she heard but with so cold an ear That she did seem to hearken but not hear A Virgin she 's resolv'd to live and die And so she bid me tell your Majestie Prince Good Heavens is 't possible she can be so Both to her self and to her Prince a foe If that my person cannot make her love Has not a Crown the power her to move Of what cold earth has nature her compos'd Against all reason so to be dispos'd She will not wed then wherefore was she made If that she will not with us mortals trade Yet I will not the siege raise for this blow But will her mind in my own person know Exeunt The third Scene Enter King and divers followers King GO tell the Cardinal and Marshal thus That 't is our pleasure they shoo'd come to us Exeunt Leave us alone that we shoo'd him remove Whom 'bove our life and Kingdom we do love No no wee 'le never doâ—t wee 'le rather die Then either him or else his Counsel flie My Lord you 're welcome to our Royal ear Cardinal enters Wee 've news to tell you set you in this Chair Card. Implease you Sir I know my duty well And where my distance likewise ought to dwell King Set down we say for 't is our Princely will That you in this our pleasure shoo'd fulfill Be cover'd too and then we will proceed To tell you that which makes our soul to bleed Our Subjects grieved are and say the cause Proceeds from you 'cause you despise our Laws Advising us to govern them by will Which they to us presented have by Bill That ev'ry day their taxes more and more Do so increase that they are grown so poor They are not able by no means to live Nor to their wives and children bread to give Which ought to be most sensible to us To see them for our sakes to suffer thus We must my Lord think on some way to ease Them out of hand their fury to appease Lest leâ—ting them so long in vain to waite They shoo'd become insens'd and desperate But that which grievs us most is they demand Your precious person at our royal hand And will on no conditions be at rest Until of you they fully be possest Which we in justice cannot yield unto We are my Lord so much oblig'd to you Card. In nothing else I think my self so poor As that I cannot serve your Highness more It is implease your Majestie no news To hear the common people me accuse These many years they 've had at all no shame To threaten me and likewise blast my name But still I have preserv'd me from their reach And will in time them better manners teach King What can we do against a multitude Car.
some other boot No no believe me he will make you â—ight Before hee 'le go for that which is your Right The French likewise Sir having nought to do Will lose no time you may be sure on 't too But will make hay whil'st that the Sun shall shine Pretending to your party to encline But when they 're in the way to get them out Will be no easie matter too no doubt In story we may read some such event When King and Subject have had discontent Whereas if you your peoples love coo'd gain You need not care a fig for France nor Spain There 's nee're a stroke struck yet one word may now Do that which one day you may not know how King What sayes the Traytor take him hence to dwell With those infernal fire-brands of Hell What mak'st thou me a Coward or a King Thou foul-mouth'd-fellow to utter such a thing Doest think thou Traytor that we bear this sword To cut off those that do obey our â—ord No no thou worst of men wee 'le make thee know Those Rebels too what duty they do owe And not so eas'ly yield unto their lust Those men that to our Crown have prov'd so just That Prince's not fit a Scepter for to hold That will be by his Subjects so controul'd And since that Heav'n has put it in our hand Wee 'le sway it to the terrour of the Land Wee 'le sway it to the terrour of all those That do appear to be our Kingdoms foes Whereof with reason we suspect you one VVherefore secure him till our pleasure 's known Carried to prison The greatest treason commonly comes in Maskt with advice upon our souls to win The easier acceptation and so trappans Our very reason into our enemies hands Sotus enters Sotus The Prince implease you Sir sent me in haste To tell you that more time he will not waste But without fail will through the foe make way To kiss your Royal hands this very day The Cavilry together with the foot Are in a fighting posture ready put King Heav'n prosper his advance wee 're ready too And will endeavour likewise to cut throw And clear his passage to our Royal Place VVherefore my Lords let 's more then go apace Exeunt The sixth Scene Enter Zorates and Selucious Selu BUT what if the King o'recomes and gets the day VVhat will become of us we cannot run away The Sea-ports ev'ry where are so secur'd VVe cannot hope t' escape be you assur'd Nor in the City can we shelter have For ev'ry man himself will strive to save And rather then their lives and fortunes loose Be ready for us for to make a noose Zor Still fears and doubts 't is ominous I swear And does presage our ruine I do fear Success in ought attempt is only when VVe march on boldly and nee're look back agen The Gods are just and will reward our care Much better then you think for never fear Besides do not the Prophets of our Age Tell us we shall prevail against their rage They know the mind of Heav'n to which we must And ought in reason too for to give trust Selu Were not our cause much better then their skill For all their Art I shoo'd be fearfull still Their knowledge is not certain so to be Nor trusted too as infallibility They oft'ner miss then hit the mark I know How e're the vulgar sort they cozen so Crocus enters Cro. The King is victor and the City flies To him for mercy with exceeding cryes There 's nought discoursâ—d but Presents for the King And how they may contentment to him bring How that they may procure his wonted grace And like loyal Subjects look him in the face Zor Then we are lost and by the people too We shall be left which is our double wo. They that to a multitude will trust Are worse then mad although the cause be just Just or unjust to them it is all one Success having pow'r to make it so alone Selu 'T is true it has amongst the vulgar sort But with the best it has but mean report Men that have reason for to judge aright In ought success take not so much delight So to abuse their judgement as conclude The cause is just cause conquest is refus'd Well be 't how 't will how ever I have been Drawn in by you my Lord thus overseen I ever thought the course that we did take Woo'd one day make your head and mine to ake Cro. What no reward for this so happy news aside I 've known the time my pains not so to loose Zor I ever thought your fear woo'd us undo Wherefore my Lord farewell farewell adieu Offers to go Enter the Maior of the City with his Common-Council and Officers Maior Stay Traytors stay and leave your heads behind To pacifie an'appease his Graces mind We had not thus resisted had not you With your perswasions urg'd us thereunto You 've drawn us in and we will draw you out And leave you to his mercy without doubt Exeunt Enter King with his Life-Guard King Break down the City Gates and likewise then Bring us the heads of those rebellious men My Lords that are restrain'd at freedom set With fire and sword make way to all that let Sotus enters Sotus Implease you Sir now at your Palace Gate The City with those Traytors now do wait With halters 'bout their necks to testifie Their true compunction to your Majestie King This forc't repentance never can be good 'T is as unâ—holsom as water in the blood Where is the man to save himself will not Counterfeit a grief so to be forgot That is a baite Rebellion layes to catch An easie faith a greater harm to watch VVe will not so be cosen'd they must die Not our will so much as our necessity My Lord you 're welcome to us once agen Cardinal and Admiral enters VVhom never more we ever thought t' have seen Such was the fury of this peoples rage VVhich nothing but a Crown coo'd them asswage Or your dear lives which are to us so dear Rather then lose our Crown wee 'd never wear Card. Sir such expressions we do not deserve But from our duty we will never swerve Restraint nay life it self is too too low A pledge of that allegiance we do owe. Our being here woo'd but a burthen be To us wer 't not to 〈◊〉 your Majestie Enter Prince and Princess Flora with the Spanish Train and the rest of the Officers of the Army King There comes th' Iâ—â—anta whom we long'd to see And did expect with such impatiency VVelcome fair Flora welcome to our Land VVe and all our Subjects are at your Command No wonder at our conquest since your eyes Have pow'r alone to kill and sacrifice Princess VVrong not the valour of these Heroes so As that this Conquest ought to me does owe Nor yet the justness of your cause Great Sir Which now has ended all this coyle and stir Though cause