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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A88545	The Lord Henry Cromvvels speech in the House.	Cromwell, Henry, 1628-1674.	1659 (1659)	Wing L3047A; Thomason E1001_15; ESTC R207849	3,961	8

The Lord HENRY CROMVVELS SPEECH IN THE HOVSE Ignavum fucos pecus à praecepibus arcent Westminster Dublin The Lord HENRY CROMWELLS SPEECH in the HOUSE RIght Honourable Court of Parliament I am here come before you and first I beg Your pardon that I call yee so for I professe I have been so us'd to Titles that I can hardly yet leave them off I confess your honour is my dishonour but why should I be asham'd of this abatement of my grandeur when I find others that have suffered in the same kind I see here Sydenham Lambert and many more that were once Flanders-lac'd with the Titles of Lords who are now again content to be but plain Colonels and may thank God for that too Come my Masters a Colonels pay is better than nothing I doe not envy Pride for dying a Lord for life's sweet though it be enjoy'd in a mean condition especially to men that are not much troubled with that thing call'd Courage and a high Spirit such as my Brother and I are I remember you once made a Self-denying Ordinance believe it t was a Christian Ordinance and I think I have been as true a Proselyte to it as any of your Subjects in England But some will object to me that I became so by constraint Alas who can but be a Christian when he hath not Red-coats enough about him to make him appear otherwise When Dionysius was victorious he was a Tyrant when he lost his Army he was content to be a Pedagogue T is true I have not Latin enough to be as he was but I thank God my Father brought me up to read my Testament so that let the worst come to the worst I shall be able to teach Children their Primers And now I am put in mind of my Father I must tell yee he had as much wit as any of yee all and more but let that pass for you had the worst on 't and wee his Children have as much too little but let that pass for we have the worst on 't The worst on 't did I say Alass I would fain be humble but I have a kind of rebellious Spirit within me which you Gentlemen I hope will take an occasion to tame When Ahab threw himself at his Victors feet he came with a rope about his neck but I desire you to excuse me that I did not do so knowing that if it were a sin to tempt God it would be a greater to tempt his Saints with such inconveniencie being lesse able to resist But what a strange grief doth now surprise me where are my Fathers tears yet what will they avail me for he had so often deceiv'd you with his that 't is impossible I should ever entrap you with mine I was lately Lord Deputy of Ireland but now poor miserable dejected rejected disrespected unprotected Harry Cromwell But 't is no matter since you have done it whom I ought to flatter lest a worse thing befall mee I had as good say so as that you should think so For I know you will never believe any Son of my Father to be real Alas the people would think us Bastards I mean my Brother and I were we not like our Father in something And indeed in what could he make us more like him than in dissimulation of which he was so great a Master But to say truth you may well enough bear with my flattering of you it being only like that of a Childs colloguing to save his breech not that my designs did fly high or that I use it as an engine to supplant you as my Father God knows you know I have neither wit nor courage for such an enterprise Gentlemen they say you have an Oath to give me pray let me see 't for I le take it though it were as long as a Taylors Bill nay though there were nothing but the word constant in it 'T is a word which I do very much prize For had not you been constant to your principles for six years together while yee were in Babylon you had never sat here again and had not my Fathers friends been more constant to you than to us our condition had not been as ' t is I cannot say you are like the Devil for it was my Father that mounted me so high upon the pinacle of Fortunes Temple but sure I am you are tempters great enough for only you could have made me thus fall down and worship The Players have a Play where they bring in a Tinker and make him believe himself a Lord and when they had satisfied their humour they made him a plain Tinker again Gentlemen but that this was a great while agoe I should have thought this Play had been made of me for if ever two cases were alike 't is the Tinkers and Mine But well fare my Fathers Soul for though men say he had a Copper Nose he was no Tinker no Dreamer for his Name still lives Me thinks I hear um already crying thirty year hence at Bartholmew Fair Step in and see the Life and Death of brave Cromwell Me thinks I see him with a velvet cragg about his shoulders and a little pasboard hat on his head riding a rittup a tittup to his Parliament house and a man with a Bay leaf in his mo●th crying in his behalf By the Living God I will dissolve um which makes the Porters cry O brave Englishman Then the Devil carries him away in a tempest which makes the Nurses squeek and the Children cry But alas I cannot hope for any such Monuments of my fame Will ever my Face hang out at Temple Bar will ever my picture be thought worthy to be cut out in Sattin by Schoo● boyes and be hang'd up in Alehouses to inspire Ballad singers 'T is true we had a pittifull Poet belonged to our Family but he can't write Panegyricks unlesse he be well fed Besides they say bad Poets are great Lyers and indeed I find him so for he told me I was Illustrissimus and Excellentissimus and I do not know what my self But I see now they did but flatter me For had I been so indeed I should not have been cringing here now But Gentlemen doe not think that I am such a substantive Fool as to stand altogether by my self I have a Yoak Fellow even my Elder Brother Yet Gentlemen give me leave to tell yee that every Richard is not a Ceur de lyon and Henry of Winsor you know lost what Henry of Monmouth left him So yee see there are Presidents of those that have lost as well as of those that have got ten Kingdoms and why may not I lose Ireland as well as my name-sake lost France I am sure I thought my self as good a man as he when I was Lord Duputy I remember when we were boyes my Brother and I lov'd Porrage exceeding well a good year on 't I think they that do so are all like Licurgus lapping hound of the wrong