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A poem on the deponents concerning the birth of the Prince of Wales
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1688
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Wing P2693; ESTC R218291
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A POEM on the DEPONENTS concerning the Birth of the Prince of Wales THE Mighty Monarch of this British Isle Disturb'd to hear his Subjects prate and smile That he is so content to own a Son For to inherit the imperial Crown To please his Queen and put by both his own But finding England not so credulous And cleer-ey'd Orange more suspect than us By Instigation of the Queen and P He summon'd all together as you see And there declares his own Sufficiency He says His Subjects Minds now poysoned are They 'll not believe God bless'd him with an Heir But to convince them they are in the wrong In come the Swearers and Depose as long A Narrative as perjur'd Otes could do What these Depose unquestionably's true Our King says so who dare say other now There Lords Knights Ladies Esquires Quacks and all The Papal Locust that infect Whitehall They swear what King wou'd have to gain their ends Since he 's a Prince that ne'r forgets his Friends But witness Bishops for your Loyalty He makes you great he did bestow on ye To keep you safe his greatest strongest Fort While you were there the Tower was the Court All fled from James to you for Blessings came Imprisonment immortaliz'd your Name Bishops of England's Church are Men of Fame And since his dire Design in Law has fail'd He seems to smile you are to council call'd To hear the worthy loyal Swearers swear That at the Birth of Wales's Prince they were And first begins old England's barren Queen That at her Sisters Labour was not seen 'Till all was past yet for the Holy Cause She 'll do what e'er she can to blind the Laws Of England and doth there declare and say She hasted to the Queen that very day And never stirr'd till this great Prince was born For the Nation 's Glory but he proves their Scorn Except of those that daily on him wait Whose Loyal Love is only to be great Next comes old Powis who a Story feigns Of riff-raff 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 wou'd not for all Heaven quit her place So sweet a Babe so fine a hopeful Lad The forward'st Son the Father ever had Then Aran's Countess with her Oath comes in That at the Prince's Birth her self had been And how she heard complainings from the Queen Of little Pains and then the Child was seen But oh he did not cry the Queen bawl'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 Peterborough could not be beguil'd Knowing the Fathers strength at thoughts she smil'd She saw the Smock and swears she was with Child While pious Sunderland to Chapel 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 hasting to the World this this pretence Soon brought our Saint-like Lady quick from thence And from her bended Knees slew to the Queen And there saw all the sight was to be seen The Bed was warm'd and into it she went And ask't the King if for the Guess he 'd sent A 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 Wou'd bring the Prince into the World amain But Faithless Queen the Child did lie so high She 'd not believe but Judith told a Lye She laid her hand upon the Queens Belly And such an honour to this Deponent granted It 's hardly more by th' Pope for to be Sainted Roscommon swears she stood by Sunderland Near the Queens Bed just by the Midwife's hand And saw his Highness taken out of Bed Fit for a Crown t' adorn his Princely Head. Fingall Depos'd that in the Queens distress She stood at the Beds feet just by Mistress And saw the Prince into the World did come And by Delababy carried from the Room Then painted Buckley early in the morn Came to St. James's to see his Highness born With all the hast she cou'd she up did rise Soon dress'd she came by Nine a Clock precise And found her Majesty 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 O King where are you gone and fled He said I 'm Madam Kneeling on your Bed. This plain Deponent bellows Bawdy forth To be expos'd East West South and North Without ere fear or shame bars Modesty For to out-face the World with such a Lye. Then pocky Bellassis 't is next comes in And says She saw the Coach of Charles's Queen And hearing that the Queen in Labour was She hurried in without a Call or Pass With this excuse she knew she was forgot Where 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 England's sound and wholsom Laws Then Lady Waldgrave who was there before This Royal Babe was launched from the Shore And heard her Majesty cry out full sore Then Crane and sottish Wentworth say the same With Sawyer Waldgrave Dawson that they came And saw this wonder which the World won't own And blames their little Faith to think this Son Espurious and not in truth proceeding From Majesty when they all saw him bleeding Nay gave him of his Blood squeez'd from th' string That Royal Babe into the World did bring Then Bromely Turini and Nan Cary too Swear they saw all the Work that was to do And more by half is sworn than they 'l prove true Then comes Delababy the great Nurse Who with the Queen is all in all in trust And swears that Danvers Maid to Princess Ann Was joy'd to see this little Royal man With former mark on Eye that us'd to be On all Queen Mary's Royal Progeny James 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 had got him his own self For Mrs. Wilks who doubts but she wou'd say She brought the Prince to Town that very day And told the King the trembling Queen did fear ' Twou'd be hard labour though no Child was there Explains most impudently those concerns That fellow Women when they cast their Bear But what cares she the Hereticks she 'll blind And then no fear the King will prove most kind To
all those Wretches that swear to his mind Then comes the Washer-woman Mrs. Pierce And says that to the Queen she 's Laundress And there declares a Story of Hot Linen That us'd to come from Child-bearing Women Richmond and Litchfield and fine Mareschall 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 which do lye As much aside as they do Modesty Then comes great George of England's Chancellor Who was with expedition call'd to the Labour The Queen cry'd out as Women us'd to do And he believes the Prince is real too But not so certain nor 't is fear'd so true As he wears Horns that were by Monford 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 Lies For he of Heaven is sure when e're he dies Thanks to the care of fond indulgent Wife To make atonement for his wicked Life Damns her own Soul and Whores with all she cou'd T' allay the impetuous Sallies of her Blood. Lord President 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 Wou'd be forsworn tho he 's damn'd for 't Then Arundel of Wardour 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 so great concern to mighty Wem Who knew too much to have concern for him But satisfy'd the Fool it would be past And wondred much her pains so long did last Then comes my Lord All-Pride with Modesty Lord Mulgrave so called And seems unwilling to affirm a Lye With stately Gesture he did himself excuse But setting hand to Paper can't refuse Then foolish Craven comes and doth depose A Mark he has that he the Prince well knows If 't be his Lordships Mark he must ne'er rule For Europe knows he 's mark'd out for a Fool. Then comes Feversham that haughty Beau And tells a Tale of Dean 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 Murry that Alexander Great He doth believe 't was the King that did the feat And that this Son is true and not a Cheat. Then Middleton and Melford both explain'd The business which they from the King had gain'd As knowing Men his Majesty did trust His Consorts Secrets hoping they 'd be just To his endeared Son our mighty Prince That as he thought wou'd hide his impotence Godolphin too with Confidence pretends It 's true born but 't is for his own ends And Fox 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 Scarborough and Witherly With Waldgrave Brady and Amand 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 Nations Wrong and bring to England Woe Base mercenary Slaves for a Kings smile Would espurious Issue rear and us beguile That fawn on him and more observe a Nod Then fear the vengeance of an angry God And on the turn of Times wou'd all fly back And let his Highness interest go to wrack Two Depositions more to Court were sent Lord Peterborough and Huntington Asham'd t' appear to further 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 to conclude withal But all the Protestants he vows shall fall A Sacrifice to Rome and his Revenge Then Soldiers fear not Fools but scorn to cringe Be resolute and stout and scorn to sell Your Souls to Rome but send the Pope to Hell. FINIS