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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A40791	The History of the life, reign, and death of Edward II, King of England, and Lord of Ireland with the rise and fall of his great favourites, Gaveston and the Spencers / written by E.F. in the year 1627, and printed verbatim from the original.	Falkland, Henry Cary, Viscount, d. 1633.; E. F.; Fannant, Edward.	1680 (1680)	Wing F313; ESTC R23073	114,792	166

that Grievance which had abus'd the King and robb'd the Kingdom condemn'd by his own Actors as a motive in Justice fit to be reform'd and punish'd Lastly the purchase gain'd by such corruption as sold Promotions Places Justice Honour yields no assistance but doth prove a burden which bruis'd the hearts and thoughts of them that bare it Affliction fittest Physick sole Commandress for all diseased Minds polluted Bodies when she doth sharply touch the sense of our transgressions begets a Sorrow and a sad Repentance making us know our selves and our own weakness which were meer strangers to our own Conditions This she effects in all though full Repentance be a work proper to a true Contrition which by amendment makes her Power more perfect A Minde that 's prepossest by Custome hardned with a resolved Will that acts Injustice observes the first part of her Precepts sadly sorry yet 't is not for his actions but those errours laid him open to so curst a tryal The point of Satisfaction or Amendment it thinks too deep a ransome hard a sentence which easeth not but addes to his misfortune If here might end the end of mans Creation this had some colour for such crafty Wisdome but where Eternity of Bliss or Torment doth wait upon the Soul that leaves the Body a prey to Death and to a base Corruption it is an act of madness to betray it with humane Policy without Religion Actions of goodness must be truely acted not sacrificing part but all the Offering observing every point that is requir'd to make up a Repentance full and perfect This Lesson is too hard for those great Babies that suck the milk of Greatness not Religion The Fundamental part being fixt to get unjustly believes a restitution more improper which makes their cares and former labours fruitless and in an instant blights an age of gleanings These be the Meditations of a Statesman grown plump and fat from other mens Oppressions they live in doubtful pleasures dye in terrour what follows after they do feel for ever Our Councellors though they were deeply toucht with cause had yet no leasure but to deliberate their proper safety which findes a poor protection dull and hopeless Their Enemies rejoyce their Friends turn craven and all forsake the pit before the battle Necessity that treads upon their heels admits no respite they must resolve to fight or flye or suffer This makes them chuse that course which seem'd most hopeful to temporize which might beget advantage the fury of this storm in time would lessen the giddy motions of the Vulgar seldome lasted which throng to all that tends to Innovation A Kings distress once truely known would win him succour since those which break his peace not seek his ruine With these vain hopes he seeks to guard the City and make the Tower strong of all Provision knowing that he which hath but London sure though all the rest be lost may yet recover But Edward will not hear to keep the City their multitude he fear'd would first betray him He knew they were a crew of weaker Spirits for fear would sell their fathers or for profit they never sift the Justice or the quarrel but still adhere and stick to him that 's strongest had he still kept this Hold and took the Tower but with the strength he had and might have levied he then had bridled up the wavering City and kept his Adversaries at a bay too long and doubtful for their affairs which were but yet uncertain The guard of this place he commends to Stapleton Bishop of Exeter This Charge did not properly suit with his profession unless 't were thought his tongue could charm Obedience but he already had been false betray'd his Mistriss and with more reason might be now suspected It seems they had no choice and strong presumptions the City would not long remain obedient if so the fact was worse and more unworthy to leave so good a friend in such a hazard The King with Arundel and both the Spencers with small attendance get them hence to Bristow His Army was much less in his own Kingdom than those the Queen had rais'd by forreign pity This Town was strong and able well provided and had a Haven whence in occasion they might venture further But yet the King might have the same suspicion which made him leave and quit the strength of London Arundel and Winchester do undertake the City Edward and Bristow would make good the Castle here was the refuge they resolve to stick to which in the Citizens assurance seem'd defensive The Queen understanding the Royal Chamber was forsaken and left to the custody of the Bishop her old Servant that had given her the slip in her Travels quickly apprehends the advantage addressing a fair but mandatory Letter from her self and her Son to Chickwell then Lord Mayor to charge him so to reserve and keep the City to their use as he expected favour or would answer the contrary at his peril Upon the receipt of this Letter he assembles the Common-Council and by a cunning-couch'd Oration the Recorder makes known the Contents which is no sooner understood but the general Cry that observ'd the Tide turning proclaim it reason to embrace the Queens Party who was so strongly provided to reform the Disorders of the Kingdom Stapleton having gotten the knowledge of this passage sends to the Mayor for the keys of the Gates for the Kings assurance and his proper safety who being incens'd with the affront of this inconsiderate Bishop apprehends him and delivers him to the fury of the enraged multitude who neither respecting the Gravity of his Years or the Dignity of his Profession strike off his Head without either Arraignment Tryal or Condemnation This brain-sick and heady act had too far engag'd them to reconcile them they must now either adhere solely to the Queen or to taste a bitter Penance The King had an ill Memory in point of desert but the actions of so unjust a Disorder he kept registred in brass until he gain'd the opportunity of Revenge then he never fail'd it It was a mad part on so poor an occasion to act so bloody a Tragedy which took away all hope of Reconciliation if the Wheel had turned However the squares had went they were upon terms good enough so long as they contain'd themselves in any temperate condition But this was a way which incens'd the one part and not assur'd the other But the actions of this same heady monster Multitude never examine the Justice or the dependance but are led by Passion and Opinion which in fury leaves no Disorder unacted and no Villany unattempted But certainly this was a meer cunning practice of the Mayor who being underhand made sure to the adverse Party resolv'd to make it of a double use the one to help on the opinion of his devotion to the Queen in the punishment of him that betraid her the other by this action to

ruine The Warranty of Arms had a fair colour that should be levied to attempt his rescue which had a Royal stamp to raise and make them current If such a Project should be once in action it would be then too late to seek to cross it All men are apt to pity so great a King oppressed and not so much look on what he had been as what he is and being restor'd he might be The Queen whose heart was yet believed innocent of such foul Murther is or at least seems highly discontented She acknowledges his present Sufferings greater than his Offences or might become the King her Lord and Husband and holds this act of too too foul Injustice which stiles her Son a Homicide and her a Monster The crimson Guilt of such a crying action could not escape the cruel hand of Vengeance If it might be concealed from humane Knowledge the All-knowing Power of Heaven would lay it open She thinks it more than an act of Bloud to kill a Husband and a King that sometimes loved her She thinks her Son not of so ill a nature as to slip o're his Fathers Death untouch'd unpunish'd when that he was grown up in power to sift it These motives made her thus return her Answer Let us resolve dear Friend to run all hazards rather than this that is so foul and cruel let us not stain our Souls with Royal Bloud and Murder which seldome scapes unseen but never unpunish'd especially for such a fear as is but casual while we are innocent at worst our danger is but privation of this glorious shadow which Death can take when we believe it surest but if we taint the inward part with such a tincture our proper Guilt will bring continual terrour a fear that never dyes but lives still dying If Edward do get loose what need we fear him that pull'd him down when he was great at highest Why should we then resolve his Death or Murder this Help may serve when we are desperate of other Remedies which yet appears not To act so great a sin without compulsion addes to the deed and makes it far more odious nor can it plead excuse if after question'd that hath no cause but merely Supposition Say that he were a dead man gone and hopeless neither our fears or dangers are more lessen'd we are still subject to the self same hazard and have to boot our proper Guilt to cause it Those that do hate or envy us can fashion other pretexts as fair as this to shake us which we shall better crush while we are guiltless Then think upon some other course as sure more harmless ne're can my heart consent to kill my Husband Mortimer being nettled with this Reply so far wide of the aim which in his bloudy thoughts he had so constantly resolved on thought he would return the Queen as bitter a Pill as she had given him to bite on which makes him thus reply in anger Madam who hath the time to friend and doth neglect it is justly falling scorn'd and sinks unpitied Have you for this endur'd so bitter tryals to be at length a foe to your own safety Did you outrun your Troubles suffering meanly but to return unto your first condition If it be so I must approve your Reasons and say your grounds were like your project hopeful You see your glorious Morning now turn'd cloudy the Kingdom doth repine to see our Greatness yet have no hope but in the King deposed who taken away what fear can justly move us Your youthful Son we 'll rule till he grows older and in that time establish such a Greatness as he shall hardly touch or dare to question To cast a world of doubts is vain and senseless where we enforc'd must either act or perish and to be nice in that hath no election doth waste out time and not prevent the errour If you stick fast in this your tender pity I must in justice then accuse my fortune that gave my heart to such a female Weakness Is there a disproportion in this action to keep the Crown with bloud that was so gotten Is there a more restraint to keep than get by Treason If so I yield and will sit still and ruine Had Edward known or fear'd he had prevented nor you nor I had had the Power to hurt him But he neglected time and now repents it and so must we if we embrace his errour Fear is far less in sense than apparition and makes the shadow greater than the subject which makes a faintness as the Fancy leads it where is small reason to be so affected You urge it cannot be concealed or hidden I not deny but it may be discovered such deeds may yet be so contrived and acted that they prevent all proof if not suspicion But why do I spend time in this perswasion let him get free whom we so much have wronged let him examine our proceedings sift our actions perhaps he will forget forgive be reeonciled and spare your tears left that your mighty Brother should chance grow angry if you lose your Greatness you may if you be pleased abide the tryal Mortimer's resolv'd since you refuse his judgment you neither prize his safety nor his service and therefore he will seek some other refuge before it be too late and too far hopeless With this he flings away in discontentment as if he meant with speed to quit the Kingdom The amazed Queen pursues and overtakes him who seem'd unwilling to prolong the treaty Stay gentle Mortimer quoth she I am a Woman fitter to hear and take advice than give it think not I prize thee in so mean a fashion as to despise thy Safety or thy Council Must Edward dye and is there no prevention Oh wretched state of Greatness frail Condition that is preserv'd by Bloud secur'd by Murder I dare not say I yield or yet deny it Shame stops the one the other Fear forbiddeth only I beg I be not made partaker or privy to the time the means the manner With this she weeps and fain would have recanted but she saw in that course a double danger Mortimer that had now what he lookt for assures her he would undergo the act and hazard which would not have moved if not inforced by those strong motives of their certain danger He requests alone the King might seal a Warrant that he may change anew his former Keepers Sir Morice Barcklaye as it seems had been aloof off treated with but was not pliable or apt to fasten he was both careful of his Charge and Masters Safety this takes him suddenly from his custody Sir Thomas Towurlie supplies his place with his old partner they having received their new Warrant and their Royal Prisoner carry him by sudden and hasty Journeys to Cork-Castle the place that in all the world he most hated Some say that he was foretold by a certain Magician who as it