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
you thought it meet Then shoo'd I happy be and be at rest Enjoying that which cannot be exprest Fran. It cannot be exprest 't is true indeed The subject which does make my heart to bleed Prince You do not or you will not me conceive So loth you are the truth for to believe Fran. Implease you Sir I neere was backward yet To credit that which might not be unfit Prince Ah Heav'ns but you want faith to credit me Or if you don 't you kill me willingly Fran. How kill the Prince here take the Traitress life Prince I ask no more then you to be my wife Fran. Your wife implease you Sir and woo'd you be Unto your self so much your enemy As take a creature to your Princely bed So little worth so poorly born and bred No no it cannot be I know you jest Prince By all the Gods I do not I protest Fran. Swear what you please my duty will not let My faith be tempted for to credit it I know too well my merit and your own It to admit into my thoughts alone Prince Trust me I burn but with so chaste a flame That Virgins without sin may have the same Fran. A Princess woo'd implease your Highness be A fitter object for your amity Prince What 's fit for me good Madam do not so Better then I my self pretend to know That 's not the business we have now in hand Nor did e're Love upon such terms yet stand Fran. Although you are a Prince you are less free Then one of us which are of low degree You cannot of your self your self dispose And not the hearts of all your subjects lose If love be blind and shoots without respect The King is not nor will he you neglect To let you marry where your fancy takes Except he sees it for the Kingdom makes So are you subject to the Rules of State And ought in reason his consent to waite Prince Madam as I 'me a Prince so will I be As well as others in affection free I value not the love and will of those Who for so small a thing will be my foes Do you but give consent and I 'le not waite Nor yet subscribe to any Rules of State Fran. Woo'd you that I to please you shoo'd consenâ— And King and all your Subjects discontent D' you make so little reck'ning of me Sir As your content before my good prefer In this appears you do not truly love For if you did you woo'd more kinder prove Prince Is it to hate you Madam and contemâ— To set upon your head a Diadem No no in it appears I honour you And that my passion is both just and true Wherefore fair soul do not so cruel prove As call that disrespect which men call love Fran. What glory is 't upon my head to place A Crown of gold and lose it â—ith disgrace A Country Clown I swear I 'de rather wed Then with such fears approach a Princes bed Prince These are fantastique fears which do pâ—oceed From want of Love which make ill humours breed Did but his flames once warm and heat your brest You of such doubts woo'd soon be dispossest Dear Madam make your Prince no longer sue For that which is by love and duty due Fran. I know my duty bids me to obey But but my love implease you Sir says nay I cannot give my heart to more then one Which having done is now no more my own Prince What have I a Rival then good now tell Me Madam where that sawcy man does dwell That I may make his passion for to know That to his Prince he more respect does owe Then to presume to court where I do love Although the object may him justly move Yet I was told that no man coo'd perswade You for to break the vow that you had made Of living chast and single all your life And to no earthly creature to be wife Fran. You hearing that why does your Highness seek The oath which I have took to make me break It is no small offence to Heav'n above You know so perjur'd and forsworn to prove Prince Were you forsworn in pitty of my heat Heav'n woo'd forgive you sure it is so great Fran. 'T is true I said so but it was to try And exercise his love and constancy Prince And who is it sweet Madam be not coy To name the man that must those joyes enjoy Fran. A friend of yours and one that did so plead Your cause that he has made my soul to bleed Prince A friend of mine if ever he was so He must henceforward be my mortal foe Fran. How his mortal foe Sir you cannot sure Be so ingrate to him which sought to cure Your love-sick soul with so much care and pains As if that he thereof shoo'd reap the gains Ah Heav'ns is 't possible that one shoo'd love And yet with zeal so for another move What said he not or what did he omit Which might be able my consent to get Prince He is a Traytor Madam and I must Both to my passion and his sin be just Fran. He is no Traytour Sir his honest soul Woo'd rather die then do a thing so foul Prince Instead of aid and giving me relief He has usurp't my place and mockt my grief Fran. He has not it usurp't it is his due And fitter too for him then 't is for you Exeunt The fourth ACT the first Scene Enter King and Cardinal King WE 're glad my Lord our business takes so well With Spain in case our people shoo'd rebell For they will be to us a prop and stay And on occasion help us ev'ry way Card. So that they may the better do I heare For certain there 's a peace concluding there Which for your Majesty will greatly make By reason of this match if it does take King We must my Lord a Navy out of hand Make fit to fetch that Princess to our Land Who shortly as our Letters say will be Prepar'd and ready for to put to Sea This matter does our Admiral require Of whom to hear no news we much admire Card. Perhaps he finds resistance in the way And that by fair means they will not obey King If that by fair means they will not consent We will make them by foul it to repent Enter Marshal How now Marshal what have you done the feat What moves you thus and makes you have this heat Where 's our Admiral Marsh Implease you Sir There 's in the City such a coyle and stir Upon the knowledge of your Highness will That ev'ry one betakes him to his Bill And such like weapons as he can procure To save the one and keep the other sure For to be short they say they 'le sooner die Then give up either to your Majestie As for your Admiral they are agree'd By law against him quickly to proceed And if they find him worthy not of Death They will by no means take away his breath King
my Dust. Coo'd I but once them to obedience bring How I shoo'd think my self a happy King Lycas enters Lycas Implease you Sir I 'me sorry for to bring Such heavy tydings to so great a King I 'fore I came did with my self dispute Whether or no I shoo'd presume to do 't But when I call'd to mind it woo'd be known I thought I coo'd but make my duty shown King What more misfortune yet when shall I be Ye Gods I faign woo'd know from trouble free Am I the mark of all your rage and scorn Or with such jewels do ye Crowns adorn Well out with it for I am sure at worst It cannot be well worser then the first Lycas The Cardinal just now implease your Grace Was apprehended in his own Pallace And carry'd by the people thence away Unto the Castle for to die men say In going thither he was shrewdly hurt â—o did the vulgar sort throw stones and dirt King The Cardinal us'd thus good Heav'n is 't true Then give me over to their malice too Oh give me not a being worse then Death For so 't will be when he shall lose his breath Here take your Crown and Crown your self with it For on my head it can no longer sit Next unto you 't was he that kept it on And 't will fall off no doubt when he is gone Where is the man so able and so wise On all occasions me for to advise Who understands and too withall is true To that which he does undertake to do To whom may I with safety now impart The dearest thought that lodges in my heart Ah Heav'ns is 't possible you shoo'd forget Your Greatness so as such a thing permit Let him who offers incense at your Altars be Us'd by the people so irreverently Rowse up your self and do not fall asleep When you shoo'd wake your servants for to keep And work with me these Rebels to subdue Which do not care a rush for me nor you Marshal enters Marsh. 'Bove twenty thousand men well chosen Sir Which do your ease before their lives prefer Are marching t'wards your Pallace with all speed To help your Majestie if there be need King What man twenty thousand men this is news Which likes us well if you don 't us abuse We are not yet so ill belov'd we see Nor yet so poor as we were thought to be If this be certain which Heav'n grant it may And that before we strike they may obey Sotus enters Sotus Implease you Sir the Prince sent me in post To tell you that on this Polonian Coast Is safe arrived with a mighty Train The Princess Flora so belov'd in Spain Fifty sail of Ships of a thousand Tuns Each carr'ing threescore Tire of brasen Guns Are full of souldiers for to help your Grace In case your subjects shoo'd not give you place King Fifty sail of Ships and so many men Is news which does exceed the first agen Kind Heav'n forgive me if I did contemn Before I was aware my Diadem It was my passion made me to despair But now I see you have of me a care Here kiss our hand come Marshal let us go And see what we can do to win our foe If that by fair means they will yield those Lords We will not notwithstanding draw our swords Exeunt The second Scene Enter Zorates and Selucious Zor THE King I hear is twenty thousand strong Besides the guard which to him does belong And does intend within an how'r or two To storm the City if report sayes true We must forthwith give order to unarm All those which we suspect may do us harm Lest that a factious party shoo'd arise Within the City and so it surprize Whil'st that the Train-bands issu'd forth shall be To hinder and keep out the enemy Selu Your care is good and in it does appear The love unto your Countrey you do bear But I do wonder how the King shoo'd be So strong as you do say so suddenly Since that the Country seem'd with as much zeal To be transported for the Common-weal As e're the City did awhile ago Who now are fallen off if it be so Zor Fallen off they are not perhaps some few For want of means despairing what to do Do hope hereafter for to bear full saile If that the King against us shoo'd prevaile And so grow rich who was before so poor By the assistance of anothers store Were it not so they woo'd not take that course They knowing at the worst they can't be worse Selu The scurvy news that I did lately hear Does with good reason me possess with fear I hear the King of France has sign'd a Peace And that the wars 'twixt him and Spain do cease Which is a thing we ought to lay to heart Since neither I am sure will take our part As for the King of Spain he will be sure To act his part our ruine to procure By reason of the match not made long since Between the Princess Flora and our Prince We shall do well unto the King to send Propositions if he his ear will lend To make a way unto a happy peace And that our Arms without a blow may cease For shoo'd we stay until he has more pow'r We may perchance repent we lost this how'r We know not what a King incens'd may do Especially when he has power too Wherein wee 'le humbly shew unto his Grace That for the Kingdoms good he must displace The Lord High Admiral and too withall Prohibit from the Court the Cardinal How that we are so tender of his ease And so unwilling him for to displease That though by his own Laws they ought to die They shall not suffer that extremity But only out of hatred to their crime Be banisht out the Kingdom for a time To which if he shoo'd please for to consent We ought therewith our selves for to content What good wil't do us for to see them die 'T will but proclaim to men our cruelty And set the King against us more and more In doing so then e're he was before The chance of war's uncertain he may get The better on 't for ought that we know yet Which if he shoo'd what woo'd become of us Him having treated with all rigour thus Zor This fear to tell you plainly is not just Nor is it safe you any more to trust Your language is flegmatick like your Age And speaks you Coward and not very sage Shoo'd France and Spain and all the world conspire To ruine us and frustrate our desire VVe will go on and make them for to know They never yet encounter'd such a foe After such sins d' you think wee 'le be content To let them live although in banishment No no the only way to be secure Is now we have them for to make them sure A coal but left unquench't may fire a Town And wee 'le dispatch them though the King does frown For fear hereafter they shoo'd come