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The Deponents
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The Deponents THE Mighty Monarch of this Brittish Isle Disturb'd to hear his Subjects prate and smile That he is so Content to own a Son for to Inherit th' Imperial Throne To please his Q. and put by both his own But finding England not so Credulous And Clear-ey'd O ge more suspect than us By Instigation of the Q. and P. He Summons all together as you see And there Declares his own sufficiency He says his Subjects minds so poyson'd are They 'll not believe God bless'd him with an Heir But to convince them they are in the wrong In comes the Swearers and Depose as long A Narrative as perjur'd O es could do What these Depose unquestionably's true Our King says so who dare say other now There 's Lords Knights Ladys Squires Quacks and all The Papal Locust that Infect White-Hall They Swear what King would have to gain their ends Since he 's a Prince that ne're forgets his Friends But Witness Bishops for your Loyalty He makes you great he did bestow on ye To Keep you safe his strongest greatest Fort While ye were there the Tower was the Court. All fled from James to you for blessing came Imprisonment Immortaliz'd your Name Bishops of Englands Church are Men of Fame And since his dire Designs in Law have fail'd He seems to smile You are to Council call'd To hear the VVorthy Loyal Swearers Swear That at the Birth of Wales's Prince they were And first begins Old England's barren Q. Q. D ger That at her Sisters Labour was not seen Till all was past yet for the Holy Cause She 'll do what e're she can to blind the Laws Of England and doth there Declare and say She hastned to the Q. that very Day And never stirr'd till this Great Prince was born For th' Nations Glory but he proves their scorn Except of these that on him daily wait VVhose Loyal Love is only to be great Next comes Old P is who a Story feigns Of Riff Rass stuff to fill the peoples brains Of what she saw and knew about the thing And in a modest circumstance doth bring Of something which into the World he brought And by the Doctors gave him as she thought Now as a Governess she tends His Grace And would not for all Heaven quit her place So sweet a Babe so sine a Hopeful Lad The forward'st Son the Father ever had Then A ns Countess with her Oath comes in That at the Princes Birth her self had been And how she heard complainings from the Q. Of little pains and then the Child was seen But Oh! He did not cry the Q. baul'd out For fear 't was Dead but Granny clear'd the doubt And further Honour this great Lady had She saw Smock spoil'd with Milk the sign was bad And P gh could not be beguil'd Knowing the Fathers strength at thought she smil'd She saw Queens smock and swears she was with Child While pious S nd to Chappel went On purpose to Receive the Sacrament Devotion was so great she Disobey'd Her Majesty and said When she had pray'd She 'd wait on her But hearing that the Prince Was hastning to the World this this pretence Soon brought our Saint-like Lady quick from thence And from her bended knees flew to the Q n And there saw all the sight was to be seen The Bed was warm'd and into it she went And ask'd the K. if for the Guests he 'd sent And lingring pain she had and seem'd to fear 'T would not be born till all the Fools were there But by her Midwife was assur'd one pain Would bring the Prince into the Word amain But Faithless Q n The Child did lye so high She 'd not believe but Judith told a lye And such an Honour to this Deponent granted 'T is hardly more by th' Pope for to be Sainted R mon swears she stood by S land Near the Q ns Bed just by the Midwifes hand And saw His Highnâ—â—s taken out of Bed Fit for a Crown to adorn his Princely Head. F gall depos'd that in the Q ns distress She stood at the Beds Feet just by M ss And saw the Prince into the World did come And by D dy carried from the Room Then painted B ley early in the morn Came to St. James's to see His Highness born VVith all the hast the could she up did rise Soon Dress'd she came by Nine a Clock precise And found her Maiesty was in the Bed And groaning dismally she further said Cry'd to the Midwife Do not the Child part Old Granny crav'd her leave With all her Heart She granted what the Beldam did desire And certain 't is there was no Danger nigh her Crying Oh King where are you fled He said I m'e Kneeling Madam on your bed This plain Deponent bellows bawdy forth To be expos'd both East West South and North VVithout e're fear or shame bars Modesty For to out-face the VVorld with such a lye Then Pocky B sis the next comes in And says she saw the Cast of Charles's Queen And hearing that the Q n in Labour was She hurried in without a call or pass VVith this Excuse she knew she was forgot VVhere she talks bawdy shews impudence what not Expose her self in Print to shew her Love Exalted by the King and one above She 'll lye and swear forswear to prop the Cause That baffles Englands sound and wholsome Laws Then Lady W grave who was there before This Royal Babe was launched from the shore And heard Her Majesty cry out full sore Then C ne and sottish Went th say the same With S yer Wald ve D son that they came And saw this wonder which the World won't own And blames their little Faith to think this Son Is Spurious and not in truth proceeding From Majesty when they all saw him Bleeding Nay gave him of his Blood squeez'd from the string That did the Royal Babe into the World bring Then Br ley T ni and Nan C ry too Swear they saw all the work that was to do And more by half is Swon than they 'l prove true Then comes De dy the great Nurse Who with the Q n is all in all in trust And swears that Dan rs Maid to Princess Ann Was joy'd to see this little Royal Man With former mark on Eye which us'd to be On all Q. Marys Royal progeny J es seem'd to doubt that which before he knew And fear'd this Treacherous Nurse not told him true But he must peep and see the Royal Elf And joy'd as if he 'd got him his own self For Mrs. W ks who doubts but she would say She brought the Prince that very day And told the K g the trembling Q n did fear 'T would be hard labour tho no Child was there Explains most impudently those concerns That follow Women when they cast their barns And what cares she the Hereticks she 'l blind And then we fear the K g will prove most kind To all
those wretches which swear to his mind Then comes the Washer Woman Mrs. P ce Who says that to the Q n she 's Laundress And there declares a story of Hot-Linnen That us'd to come just from Child-bearing Women Rich nd and Li d and brave Ma all Tho not at Labour they believe it all And fain would be believ'd if these Tools By swearing falsly could make us such Fools They give such Demonstrations that do lye As much aside as they do modesty Then comes great G ge of England Chanceour Who was with Expedition call'd to the Labour The Q n cry'd out as Women us'd to do And he believes the P ce is real too But not so certain nor 't is fear'd so true As he wears Horns that were by M fort made Them and his noise makes all the Fools afraid Tongue runs at random and Horns pushes those That are so learn'd His Lordship to Oppose He fears to act no wretched Villanies He dreads no torments for inventing Lyes For he of Heav'n is sure when c're he dyes Thanks to the care of fond indulgent Wife To make atonement for his wicked Life Damns her own Soul Whores with all she cou'd To allay the impetuous sallcys of her Blood. Lord P dent comes next that 's now cashier'd For only speaking of the truth 't is fear'd Yet he for to be great again at Court Would be forsworn tho he his damned for 't Then A del of W dour Privy Seal Was so concern'd that he Her pains did feel And 't is believ'd this tender hearted Man Did feel as much as Majesty did then He shew'd indeed concern'd to mighty W m Who knew too much to have concern for him But satisfi'd the Fool it would be past And wonder'd much her pain so long did last Then comes my Lord All-Pride with Modesty And seems unwilling to affirm a lye With stately gesture he did himself Excuse But setting hand to paper can't refuse Then Foolish C n comes and doth depose A mark he hath that he the Prince well knows If 't be his Lordships Mark he ne're must rule For Europe knows that he 's mark't for a Fool. Then in comes F sham that haughty Beau And tells a tale of den and dat and how Tho he 's no more believ'd than all the rest Only poor Man he fain would do his best And be rewarded as when come from West Earl of M ray that Alexander Great Believes it was the K g that did the feat And that this Son is true and not a Cheat. Then M ton and M ford both explain'd The business which they from the K g had gain'd As knowing men His Majesty did trust His consorts Secrets hoping they'd he just To His Endeared Son our mighty Prince That as he thought would hide his impotence G n too with considence pretends It is true Born but 't is for his own Ends. And F-x a story tells of God knows what To Fool the Nation 's all he would be at He keeps in Favour with his Princely grace He Fawns and Flatters for to keep his place Then famous Sca ugh and Vi ly â—ith W ve B dy and A nd do lye And bring their circumstances to convince The World that 't is a real High Born Prince Thus they stick out at nothing that will do The Nation wrong and bring to England woe Base mercenary Slaves for a Kings smile Would Spurious Issue rear and us beguile That fawn on him and more observe a nod Than scar the vengeance of an angry God And on the turn o' th' the times would all fly back And let His Highness Interest go to wrack Two Depositions more to Council sent Asham'd to appear to farther the intent Of Popish principles and perjuries None but the Devil could invent such lyes Then after this the King himself declares He don't design with England to make Wars But he such aggravations hath of late That he must needs be angry with the State A Specious Prologue he concludes with all But ah the Protestants he vows shall fall A Sacrifice to Rome and His Revenge Then Souldiers fear not Fools but scorn to Cringe Be refolute and stout and scorn to sell Your Souls to Rome but send the Pope to Hell. FINIS