though bought with sweat and bloud And long expected Princess Pardon Sir 'T is with our souls As with our eyes that after a long darkness Are dazled at the approach of sudden light When i' th' midst of fears we are surpriz'd With unexpected happiness the first Degrees of joy are meer astonishment And 't was so lately in a dreadful dream I saw my Lord so near destruction Deprived of his eyes a wretched Captive Then shrickt my self awake then slept again And dream't the same my ill presaging fancy Suggesting still 't was true Prince Then I forgive thy sadness since love caus'd it For love is full of fears and fear the shadow Of danger like the shadow of our bodies Is greater then when that which is the cause Is farthest off Princess But still there 's something That checks my joys Nor can I yet distinguish Which is an apparition this or that Prince An apparition At night I shall resolve that doubt and make Thy dreams more pleasing Exeunt Enter Haly and Mirvan Mir. The time has been my Lord When I was no such stranger to your thoughts You were not wont to wear upon your brow A frown or smile but still have thought me worthy At least to know the cause Ha. 'T is true Thy breast hath ever been the Cabinet Where I have lockt my secrets Mir. And did you ever find That any art could pick the lock or power Could force it open Ha. No I have ever found thee Trusty and secret But is 't observ'd i' th' Court That I am sad Mir. Observ'd 't is all mens wonder and discourse That in a Joy so great so universal You should not bear a part Ha. Discour'st of too Mir. Nothing but treason More commonly more boldly spoken So singular a sadness Must have a cause as strange as the effect And grief conceal'd like hidden fire consumes Which flaming out would call in help to quench it Ha. But since thou canst not mend it To let thee know it will but make thee worse Silence and time shall cure it Mir. But in diseases when the cause is known 'T is more than half the cure you have my Lord My heart to counsel and my hands to act And my advice and actions both have met Success in things unlikely Ha. But this Is such a secret I dare hardly trust it To my own soul. And though it be a crime In friendship to betray a trusted Counsel Yet to conceal this were a greater crime And of a higher nature Mir. Now I know it And your endeavour to conceal it Speaks it more plainly 'T is some plot upon the Prince Ha. Oh thou hast touch't my Sore and having searcht it Now heal it if thou canst The Prince hates me Or loves me not or loves another better Which is all one This being known in Court Has rendred me despis'd and scorn'd of all For I that in his absence Blaz'd like a star of the first magnitude Now in his brighter sun-shine am not seen No applications now no troops of suitors No power no not so much as to do mischief Mir. My Lord I am asham'd of you So ill a master in an art so long Profest and practiz'd by you to be angry And angry with a Prince And yet to shew it In a sad look or womanish complaint How can you hope to compass your designs And not dissemble ' em Go flatter adore him Stand first among the crowd of his admirers Ha. Oh I have often spread those nets but he Hath ever been too wise to think them real Mir. However Dissemble still thank him for all his injuries Take 'em for favours if at last You cannot gain him some pretty nimble poyson May do the feat Or if he will abroad Find him some brave and honourable danger Ha. Have I not found him out as many dangers As Iuno did for Hercules yet he returns Like Hercules doubled in strength and honour Mir. If danger cannot do it then try pleasure Which when no other enemy survives Still conquers all the Conquerers Endeavour To soften his ambition into lust Contrive fit opportunities and lay Baits for temptation Ha. I le leave nothing unattempted But sure this will not take for all his Passions Affections and Faculties are slaves Only to his ambition Mir. Then let him fall by his own greatness And puffe him up with glory till it swell And break him First betray him to himself Then to his ruine From his virtues suck a poyson As Spiders do from flowers praise him to his Father You know his nature Let the Princes glory Seem to eclipse and cast a cloud on his And let fall something that may raise his jealousie But lest he should suspect it draw it from him As Fishers do the bait to make him follow it Ha. But the old King is so suspitious Mir. But withall Most fearful He that views a Fort to take it Plants his Artillery 'gainst the weakest part Work on his fears till fear hath made him cruel And cruelty shall make him fear again Methinks my Lord you that so oft have sounded And fathom'd all his thoughts that know the deeps And shallows of his heart should need no instruments To advance your ends his passions and his fears Lie Liegers for you in his brest and there Negotiate your affairs Enter King Solyman and Lords to them King Solyman Be it your care to entertain the Captains And the Prisoners use them kindly Sol. Sir I am not for entertainments now I am melancholy King What griev'd for your good fortune Sol. No Sir but now the wars are done we have no pretences To put off Creditors I am haunted Sir King Not with Ghosts Sol. No Sir Material and Substantial Devils King I know the cause what is 't thou ow'st them Sol. Not much Sir but so much as spoils me for a good fellow 'T is but 2000 Dollars A small sum to you Sir King Well it shall be paid Sol. Then if the Devil come for drinking let me alone with him Well Drink I love thee but too well already But I shall love thee better hereafter I have often Drunk my self into debt but never out of debt till now Exeunt Finis Actus primi Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Prince Haly Captains and Prisoners Bashawes Prince Pray let these strangers find such entertainment As you would have desir'd Had but the chance of war determin'd it For them as now for us And you brave enemies Forget your Nation and ungrateful Master And know that I can set so high a price On valour though in foes as to reward it With trust and honour 1. Bashaw Sir your twice conquered Vassals First by your courage then your clemency Here humbly vow to sacrifice their lives The gift of this your unexampled mercy To your commands and service Prince to Haly. I pray my Lord second my suit I have already mov'd the King in private That in our next years expedition they
may have Some command Ha. I shall my Lord And glad of the occasion aside I wonder Sir you 'll leave the Court the sphere Where all your graces in full lustre shine Prince I Haly but the reputation Of virtuous actions past if not kept up With an access and fresh supply of new ones Is lost and soon forgotten and like Palaces For want of habitation and repair Dissolve to heaps of ruine Ha. But can you leave Sir Your old indulgent Father and forsake The embraces of so fair so chast a Wife And all the beauties of the Court besides Are mad in love and dote upon your person And is 't not better sleeping in their arms Than in a cold Pavilion in the Camp Where your short sleeps are broke and interrupted With noises and alarms Prince Haly Thou know'st not me how I despise These short and empty pleasures and how low They stand in my esteem which every Peasant The meanest Subject in my Fathers Empire Enjoys as fully in as high perfection As he or I and which are had in common By beasts as well as men wherein they equal If not exceed us pleasures to which we 're led Only by sence those creatures which have least Of reason most enjoy Ha. Is not The Empire you are born to a Scene large enough To exercise your virtues There are virtues Civil as well as military for the one You have given the world an ample proof already Now exercise the other 't is no less To govern justly make your Empire flourish With wholesom laws in riches peace plenty Than by the expence of wealth and bloud to make New acquisitions Prince That I was born so great I owe to Fortune And cannot pay that debt till vertue set me High in example as I am in title Till what the world calls fortune's gifts my actions May stile their own rewards and those too little Princes are then themselves when they arise More glorious in mens thoughts than in their eyes Ha. Sir your fame Already fills the world and what is infinite Cannot receive degrees but will swallow All that is added as our Caspian Sea Receives our Rivers and yet seems not fuller And if you tempt her more the wind of fortune May come about and take another point And blast your glories Prince No My glories are past danger they 're full blown Things that are blasted are but in their bud And as for fortune I nor love nor fear her I am resolv'd go Haly flatter still your aged Master Still sooth him in his pleasures and still grow Great by those arts Well farewell Court Where vice not only hath usurp't the place But the reward and even the name of vertue Ha. Still still Slighted and scorn'd yet this affront Hath stampt a noble title on my malice And married it to Justice The King is old And when the Prince succeeds I 'm lost past all recovery then I Must meet my danger and destroy him first But cunningly and closely or his son And wife like a fierce Tygress will devour me There 's danger every way and since 't is so 'T is brave and noble when the falling weight Of my own ruine crushes those I hate But how to do it that 's the work he stands So high in reputation with the people There 's but one way and that 's to make his father The instrument to give the name and envy To him but to my self the prize and glory He 's old and jealous apt for suspitions 'gainst which Tyrants ears Are never clos'd The Prince is young Fierce and ambitious I must bring together All these extreams and then remove all Mediums That each may be the others object Enter Mirvan Mir. My Lord Now if your plots be ripe you are befriended With opportunity the King is melancholy Apted for any ill impressions Make an advantage of the Princes absence Urge some suspected cause of his departure Use all your art he 's coming Exit Mir. Enter King Ha. Sir have you known an action of such glory Less swell'd with ostentation or a mind Less tainted with felicity 'T is a rare temper in the Prince King Is it so rare to see a son so like His Father Have not I performed actions As great and with as great a moderation Ha. I Sir but that 's forgotten Actions o' th' last Age are like Almanacks o' th' last Year King 'T is well but with all his conquests what I get in Empire I lose in fame I think my self no gainer But am I quite forgotten Ha. Sir you know Age breeds neglect in all and actions Remote in time like objects Remote in place are not beheld at half their greatness And what is new finds better acceptation Than what is good or great yet some old men Tell Stories of you in their chimney corners King No otherwise Ha. They 're all so full of him some magnifie His courage some his wit but all admire A greatness so familiar King Sure Haly Thou hast forgot thy self art thou a Courtier Or I a King my ears are unacquainted With such bold truths especially from thee Ha. Sir when I am call'd to 't I must speak Boldly and plainly King But with what eagerness what circumstance Unaskt thou tak'st such pains to tell me only My son 's the better man Ha. Sir where Subjects want the priviledge To speak there Kings may have the priviledge To live in ignorance King If 't were a secret that concern'd my life Or Empire then this boldness might become thee But such nnnecessary rudeness savours Of some design And this is such a false and squint-eyed praise Which seeming to look upwards on his glories Looks down uon my fears I know thou hat'st him And like infected persons fain wouldst rub The ulcer of thy malice upon me Ha. Sir I almost believe you speak your thoughts But that I want the guilt to make me fear it King What mean these guilty blushes then Ha. Sir if I blush it is because you do not To upbraid so try'd a servant that so often Have wak'd that you might sleep and been expos'd To dangers for your safety King And therefore think'st Thou art so wrapt so woven into all My trusts and counsels that I now must suffer All thy Ambition aims at Ha. Sir if your love grows weary And thinks you have worn me long enough I 'me willing To be left off but he 's a foolish Sea-man That when his Ship is sinking will not Unlade his hopes into another bottom King I understand no Allegories Ha. And he 's as ill a Courtier that when His Master 's old desires not to comply With him that must succeed King But if He will not be comply'd with Ha. Oh Sir There 's one sure way and I have known it practiz'd In other States King What 's that Ha. To make The Fathers life the price of the sons favour To walk upon the graves of our dead Masters To our own security King
Hell But a long sleepless night and what 's their torment But to compare past joyes with present sorrows And what can death deprive me of the sight Of day of children friends and hope of Empire And whatsoever others lose in death In life I am depriv'd of then I will live Only to die reveng'd nor will I go Down to the shades alone Prompt me some witty some revengeful Devil His Devil that could make a bloudy feast Of his own son and call the gods his guests Her 's that could kill her aged Sire and cast Her Brothers scatter'd limbs to Wolves and Vultures Or his that slew his Father to enjoy His mothers bed and greater than all those My fathers Devil Come mischief I embrace thee fill my soul And thou Revenge ascend and bear the Scepter O're all my passions banish thence All that are cool and tame Know old Tyrant My heart 's too big to break I know thy fears Exceed my sufferings and my revenge Though but in hope is much a greater pleasure Than thou canst take in punishing Then my anger Sink to the Center of my heart and there Lie close in ambush till my seeming patience Hath made the cruel Tyrant as secure Though with as little cause as now he 's jealous Whose there Enter two or three I find my nature would return To her old course I feel an inclination To some repose welcome thou pleasing slumber A while embrace me in thy leaden arms And charm my careful thoughts Conduct me to my bed Exit Enter King Haly and Caliph King How do's the Prince how bears he his restraint Ha. Why Sir as all great spirits Bear great and sudden changes with such impatience As a Numidian Lion when first caught Endures the toyl that holds him He would think of nothing But present death and sought all violent means To compass it But time hath mitigated Those furious heats he now returns to food And sleep admits the conversation Of those that are about him King I would I had not So easily believ'd my fears I was too sudden I would it were undone Cal. If you lament it That which now looks like Justice will be thought An inconsiderate rashness King But there are in nature Such strong returns That I punisht him I do not grieve but that he was my Son Ha. But it concerns you to bear up your passion And make it good for if the people know That you have cause to grieve for what is done They 'll think you had no cause at first to do it King to the Ca. Go visit him from me and teach him patience Since neither all his fury nor my sorrow Can help what 's past tell him my severity To him shall in some measure be requited By my indulgence to his children And if he desire it Let them have access to him endeavour to take off His thoughts from revenge by telling him of Paradise and I know not what pleasures In the other world Cal. I shall Sir Ex. King and C. Ma. Haly. Enter Mirvan Ha. Mirvan The King relents and now there 's left No refuge but the last he must be poysoned And suddenly lest he survive his Father Mir. But handsomly lest it appear Ha. Appear To whom you know there 's none about him But such as I have plac't and they shall say 'T was discontent or abstinence Mir. But at the best 'T will be suspected Ha. Why though 't be known We 'll say he poysoned himself Mir. But the curious will pry further Than bare report and the old King's suspitions Have piercing eyes Ha. But those nature Will shortly close you see his old disease Grows strong upon him Mir. But if he should recover Ha. But I have cast his Nativity he cannot he must not I' th' mean time I have so besieg'd him So blockt up all the passages and plac'd So many Centinels and Guards upon him That no intelligence can be convey'd But by my instruments But this business will require More heads and hands than ours Go you to the prison And bring the Keeper privately to me To give him his instructions Ex. several ways Enter Prince and Caliph Cal. Sir I am commanded by the King To visit you Prince What to give a period to my life And to his fears You 're welcome here 's a throat A heart or any other part ready to let In death and receive his commands Ca. My Lord I am no messenger nor minister of death 'T is not my function Prince I should know that voice Ca. I am the Caliph and am come to tell you your Father Is now return'd to himself Nature ha's got The victory o're passion all his rigour Is turn'd to grief and pity Prince Alas good man I pity him and his infirmities His doubts and fears and accidents of age Which first provok'd his cruelty Ca. He bid me tell you His love to yours should amply recompence His cruelty to you And I dare say 't is real For all his thoughts his pleasures and delights Are fixt on Fatyma when he is sad She comforts him when sick she 's his Physitian And were it not for the delight he takes In her I think hee 'd die with sorrow Prince But how are his affections fixt so strangely On her alone sure 't is not in his nature For then he had lov'd me or hated her Because she came from me Ca. 'T is her desert She 's fair beyond comparison and witty Above her age and bears a manly spirit Above her sex Prince But may not I admire her Is that too great a happiness pray let her make it Her next suit to be permitted to visit me her self Ca. She shall Sir I joy to see your mind So well compos'd I fear'd I should have found A tempest in your soul and came to lay it I 'le to the King I know to him that news will be Most acceptable Prince Pray do and tell him I have cast off all my passions and am now A man again fit for society And conversation Ca. I will Sir Exit Prince I never knew my self till now how on the sudden I 'me grown an excellent dissembler to out-do One at the first that has practiz'd it all his life So now I am my self again what is 't I feel within Me thinks some vast design Now takes possession of my heart and swells My labouring thoughts above the common bounds Of humane actions something full of horror My soul hath now decreed my heart does beat As if 't were forging thunder-bolts for Iove To strike the Tyrant dead So now I have it I have it 't is a gallant mischief Worthy my Father or my Fathers Son All his delight 's in Fatyma poor innocent But not more innocent than I and yet My Father loves thee and that 's crime enough By this act old Tyrant I shall be quit with thee while I was virtuous I was a stranger to thy bloud but now Sure thou wilt love
Necessity their strong Pretence And these shall quit the cost Did I for this my County bring To help their Knight against their King And raise the first Sedition Though I the business did decline Yet I contriv'd the whole Design And sent them their Petition So many nights spent in the City In that invisible Committee The Wheel that governs all From thence the Change in Church and State And all the Mischiefs bear the date From Haberdashers Hall Did we force Ireland to despair Upon the King to cast the War To make the world abhor him Because the Rebells us'd his Name Though we our selves can do the same While both alike were for him Then the same fire we kindled here With that was given to quench it there And wisely lost that Nation To do as crafty Beggars use To maim themselves thereby to abuse The simple mans compassion Have I so often past between Windsor and Westminster unseen And did my self divide To keep his Excellence in awe And give the Parliament the Law For they knew none beside Did I for this take pains to teach Our zealous Ignorants to Preach And did their Lungs inspire Gave them their Text shew'd them their Parts And taught them all their little Arts To fling abroad the Fire Sometimes to beg sometimes to threaten And say the Cavaliers are beaten To stroke the Peoples ears Then streight when Victory grows cheap And will no more advance the heap To raise the price of Fears And now the Book 's and now the Bells And now our Act the Preachers tells To edifie the People All our Divinity is News And we have made of equal use The Pulpit and the Steeple And shall we kindle all this Flame Only to put it out again And must we now give o're And only end where we begun In vain this Mischief we have done If we can do no more If men in Peace can have their right Where 's the necessity to fight That breaks both Law the Oath They 'l say they fight not for the Cause Nor to defend the King and Laws But as against them both Either the cause at first was ill Or being good it is so still And thence they will infer That either now or at the first They were deceiv'd or which is worst That we our selves may erre But Plague and Famine will come in For they and we are near of kin And cannot go asunder But while the wicked starve indeed The Saints have ready at their need Gods Providence and Plunder Princes we are if we prevail And Gallant Villains if we fail When to our Fame 't is told It will not be our least of praise Sin' a new State we could not raise To have destroy'd the old Then let us stay and fight and vote Till London is not worth a Groat Oh 't is a patient Beast When we have gall'd and tyr'd the Mule And can no longer have the rule We 'le have the spoyl at least To the five Members of the Honourable House of Commons The Humble Petition of the POETS AFter so many Concurring Petitions From all Ages and Sexes and all conditions We come in the rear to present our Follies To Pym Stroude Haslerig H. and H. Though set from of Prayer be an Abomination Set forms of Petitions find great Approbation Therefore as others from th' bottom of their souls So we from the depth and bottom of our Bowls According unto the blessed form you have taught us We thank you first for the Ills you have brought us For the Good we receive we thank him that gave it And you for the Confidence only to crave it Next in course we Complain of the great violation Of Priviledge like the rest of our Nation But 't is none of yours of which we have spoken Which never had being until they were broken But ours is a Priviledge Antient and Native Hangs not on an Ordinance or power Legislative And first 't is to speak whatever we please Without fear of a Prison or Pursuivants fees Next that we only may lye by Authority But in that also you have got the Priority Next an old Custom our Fathers did name it Poetical license and alwaies did claim it By this we have power to change Age into Youth Turn Non-sence to Sence and Falshood to Truth In brief to make good whatsoever is faulty This art some Poet or the Devil has taught ye And this our Property you have invaded And a Priviledge of both Houses have made it But that trust above all in Poets reposed That Kings by them only are made and Deposed This though you cannot do yet you are willing But when we undertake Deposing or Killing They 're Tyrants and Monsters and yet then the Poet Takes full Revenge on the Villains that do it And when we resume a Scepter or a Crown We are Modest and seek not to make it our own But is 't not presumption to write Verses to you Who make the better Poems of the two For all those pretty Knacks you compose Alas what are they but Poems in prose And between those and ours there 's no difference But that yours want the rhime the wit and the sense But for lying the most noble part of a Poet You have it abundantly and your selves know it And though you are modest and seem to abhor it 'T has done you good service and thank Hell for it Although the old Maxime remains still in force That a Sanctified Cause must have a Sanctified Course If poverty be a part of our Trade So far the whole Kingdom Poets you have made Nay even so far as undoing will do it You have made King Charles himself a Poet But provoke not his Muse for all the world knows Already you have had too much of his Profe A Western Wonder DO you not know not a fortnight ago How they brag'd of a Western wonder When a hundred and ten slew five thousand men With the help of Lightning and Thunder There Hopton was slain again and again Or else my Author did lye With a new Thanksgiving for the Dead who are living To God and his Servant Chidleigh But now on which side was this Miracle try'd I hope we at last are even For Sir Ralph and his Knaves are risen from their Graves To Cudge'l the Clowns of Devon And now Stamford came for his Honour was lame Of the Gout three months together But it prov'd when they fought but a running Gout For his heels were lighter then ever For now he out-runs his Arms and his Guns And leaves all his money behind him But they follow after unless he take water At Plymouth again they will find him What Reading hath cost and Stamford hath lost Goes deep in the Sequestrations These wounds will not heal with your new Great Seal Nor Iepsons Declarations Now Peters and Case in your Prayer and Grace Remember the new Thanksgiving Isaac and his Wife now dig for your life Or shortly you 'l
Prince How does my Father Princess Still talks and plays with Fatyma but his mirth Is forc'd and strain'd In his look appears A wild distracted fierceness I can read Some dreadful purpose in his face but where This dismal cloud will break and spend his fury I dare not think pray heaven make false his fears Sometimes his anger breaks through all disguises And spares not gods nor men and then he seems Jealous of all the world suspects and starts And looks behind him Enter Morat as in haste Mor. Sir with hazard of my life I 've ventur'd To tell you you are lost betray'd undone Rouze up your courage call up all your counsels And think on all those stratagems which nature Keeps ready to encounter sudden dangers Prince But pray my Lord by whom for what offence Mor. Is it a time for story when each minute Begets a thousand dangers the gods protect you Ex. Prince This man was ever honest and my friend And I can see in his amazed look Something of danger but in act or thought I never did that thing should make me fear it Princess Nay good Sir let not so secure a confidence Betray you to your ruine Prince Prethee woman Keep to thy self thy fears I cannot know That there is such a thing I stand so strong Inclosed with a double guard of Vertue And Innocence that I can look on dangers As he that stands upon a Rock Can look on storms and tempests Fear guilt Are the same thing when our actions are not Our fears are crimes And he deserves it less that guilty bears A punishment than he that guiltless fears Ex. Enter Haly and Torturers Ha. This is the place appointed assist me courage This hour ends all my fears but pause a while Suppose I should discover to the Prince The whole conspiracy and so retort it Upon the King it were an handsom plot But full of difficulties and uncertain And he 's so fool'd with down-right honesty He 'l ne're believe it and now 't is too late The guards are set and now I hear him coming Enter Prince stumbles at the entrance Prince 'T is ominous but I will on destruction O'retakes as often those that fly as those that boldly meet it Ha. By your leave Prince your father greets you Prince Unhand me traytors Haly casts a scarf over his face Ha. That title is your own and we are sent to let you know it Prince Is not that the voice of Haly that thunders in my ears Ha. I vertuous Prince I come to make you exercise One vertue more your patience Heat the Irons quickly Prince Insolent villain for what cause Ha. Only to gaze upon a while until your eyes are out Prince O villain shall I not see my Father To ask him what 's my crime who my accusers Let me but rry if I can wake his pity From his Lethargick sleep Ha. It must not be Sir Prince Shall I not see my wife nor bid farewell To my dear Children Ha. Your pray'rs are all in vain Prince Thou shalt have half my Empire Haly let me but See the Tyrant that before my eyes are lost They may dart poys'nous flashes like the Basilisk And look him dead These eyes that still were open Or to fore-see or to prevent his dangers Must they be closed in eternal night Cannot his thirst of bloud be satisfied With any but his own And can his tyranny Find out no other object but his Son I seek not mercy tell him I desire To die at once not to consume an age In lingring deaths Ha. Our ears are charm'd Away with him Prince Can ye behold ye Gods a wronged Innocent Or sleeps your Justice like my Fathers Mercy Or are you blind as I must be Finis Actus Tertii Actus Quartus Enter Abd. and Morat Ab. I ever fear'd the Princes too much greatness Would make him less the greatest heights are near The greatest precipice Mor. 'T is in worldly accidents As in the world it self where things most distant Meet one another Thus the East and West Upon the Globe a Mathematick point Only divides Thus happiness and misery And all extreams are still contiguous Ab. Or if 'twixt happiness and misery there be A distance 't is an Aery Vacuum Nothing to moderate or break the fall Mor. But oh this Saint-like Devil This damned Caliph to make the King believe To kill his son 's religion Ab. Poor Princes how are they mis-led While they whose sacred Office 't is to bring Kings to obey their God and men their King By these mysterious links to fix and tie Them to the foot-stool of the Deity Even by these men Religion that should be The curb is made the spur to tyranny They with their double key of conscience bind The Subjects souls and leave Kings unconfin'd While their poor Vassals sacrifice their blouds T' Ambition and to Avarice their goods Blind with Devotion They themselves esteem Made for themselves and all the world for them While heavens great Law given for their guide appears Just or unjust but as it waits on theirs Us'd but to give the eccho to their words Power to their wills and edges to their swords To varnish all their errors and secure The ills they act and all the world endure Thus by their arts Kings aw the world while they Religion as their Mistress seem t' obey Yet as their slave command her while they seem To rise to heaven they make heaven stoop to them Mor. Nor is this all where feign'd devotion bends The highest things to serve the lowest ends For if the many-headed beast hath broke Or shaken from his neck the royal yoke With popular rage Religion doth conspire Flows into that and swells the torrent higher Then powers first pedigree from force derives And calls to mind the old prerogatives Of free-born man and with a saucy eye Searches the heart and soul of Majesty Then to a strict account and censure brings The actions errors and the end of Kings Treads on authority and sacred Laws Yet all for God and his pretended cause Acting such things for him which he in them And which themselves in others will condemn And thus engag'd nor safely can retire Nor safely stand but blindly bold aspire Forcing their hopes even through despair to climb To new attempts disdain the present time Grow from disdain to threats from threats to arms While they though sons of peace still sound th' alarms Thus whether Kings or people seek extreams Still conscience and religion are their Theams And whatsoever change the State invades The pulpit either forces or perswades Others may give the fewel or the fire But they the breath that makes the flame inspire Ab. This and much more is true but let not us Add to our ills and aggravate misfortunes By passionate complaints nor lose our selves Because we have lost him for if the Tyrant Were to a son so noble so unnatural What will he be to us who