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"Nor trust this Subtle Agent, nor his Oath. "You know his Faith-You try'd it before-hand. "His Fault is Death-And now to lose his Troth, "To save his Life, he will not greatly stand. "Nor trust your Kinsman's Proffer; since you both "Shew, Blood in Princes is no stedfast Band. "What tho' he hath no Title?-He hath Might: "That makes a Title, where there is no Right.
Thus he.-When that Good Bishop thus replies, Out of a Mind that Quiet did affect:
"My lord, I must confess, as your Case lies, "You have great Cause your Subjects to suspect, "And counterplot against their Subtilties, "Who all good Care and Honesty neglect; "And fear the worst what Insolence may do, "Or armed Fury may incense them to.
"But yet, my Lord, Fear may as well transport "Your Care, beyond the Truth of what is mean; "As otherwise Neglect may fall too short, "In not Examining of their Intent:
"But let us weigh the Thing, which they exhort; ""Tis Peace, Submission, and a Parli'ment: "Which, how expedient 'tis for either Part, ""Twere good we judg'd with an impartial Heart.
"And first, for you my Lord, in Grief we see "The miserable Case wherein you stand; "Void here of Succour, Help, or Majesty, "On this poor Promontory of your Land: "And where how long a Time your Grace may be (Expecting what may fall into your Hand)
"We know not; since th' Event of Things do lie "Clos'd up in Darkness, far from mortal Eye.
"And how unfit it were you should protract "Long Time, in this so dangerous Disgrace? "As tho' that you good Spir't and Courage lack'd, "To issue out of this opprobrious Place; "When ev'n the Face of Kings do oft exact "Fear and Remorse in faulty Subjects base; "And longer Stay a great Presumption draws, "That you were guilty, or did doubt your Cause.
"And therefore, as I think, you safely may "Accept this Proffer, that determine shall "All doubtful Courses by a quiet Way; "Needful for you, fit for them, good for all. "And here, my Sov'reign, to make longer Stay, "T' attend for what you are unsure will fall, "May slip th' Occasion, and incence their Will: "For Fear, that's wiser than the Truth, doth ill.
Thus he persuades, out of a zealous Mind,
And yields himself to th' Earl ;-Goes, leaves behind
A Place there is, where proudly rais'd there stands A huge aspiring Rock, neighbo'ring the Skies, Whose surly Brow imperiously commands The Sea his Bounds, that at his proud Feet lies; And spurns the Waves, that in rebellious Bands Assault his Empire, and against him rise. Under whose Craggy Government there was A niggard narrow Way, for Men to pass :
And here, in hidden Cliffs, concealed lay
Environ'd thus, the Earl begins to cheer
Bids him take Courage, there's no Cause of Fear;
And therefore on with careful Heart He goes;
To Flint from thence, unto a restless Bed,
His new Misfortune makes deluding Sleep
So hard believ'd was Sorrow in her Youth;
That he thinks Truth was Dreams, and Dreams were Trut.1.
The Morning-Light presents unto his View
(Walking upon a Turret of the Place)
The Truth of what he sees is prov'd too true,
Came marching on the Shore, which thither drew.
There he beheld, how humbly diligent
How ready Falsehood stept; how nimbly went
Which whilst he view'd, the Duke he might perceive Make t'wards the Castle to an Interview: Wherefore he did his Contemplation leave, And down into some fitter Place withdrew Where now he must admit, without his Leave, Him, who before with all Submission due, Would have been glad t' attend, and to prepare The Grace of Audience with respective Care.
Who now being come in Presence of his King,
"To whom the Duke began My Lord, I know, "That both uncall'd, and unexpected too, "I have presumed in this Sort to show, "And seek the Right which I am born unto.
"Yet pardon, I beseech you, and allow
"Of that constraint, whith drives me thus to do.
For since 1 could not by a fairer Course
"Attain mine own, I must use this of Force.
"Well; so it seems, Dear Cousin, said the King "Tho' you might have procur'd it otherwise : "And I am here content in ev'ry Thing
"To right you, as your self shall best devise.
"And God vouchsafe, the Force that here you bring
Beget not England greater Injuries.
And so they part.-The Duke made haste from thence It was no Place to end this Difference.
Strait towards London, in this Heat of Pride,
With whom the Captive King, constrain'd, must ride,
Approaching near the City, He was met
And Voice, and Hands, and Knees and all do now
And manifold Confusion running, greets,
Shouts, cries, claps Hands, thrusts, strives, and presses near: Houses impov'rish'd were t'enrich the Streets,
And Streets left naked, that (unhappy) were
Plac'd from the Sight where Joy with Wonder meets ;
Where divers-speaking Zeal one Murmur finds,
He that in Glory of his Fortune sat,
Behind him, all aloof, came pensive on
Now Isabel, the young, afflicted Queen
(Whose Years had never shew'd her but Delights,
Nor Lovely Eyes before had ever seen
Other than smiling Joys. and joyful Sights:
Born Great, Match'd Great, Liv'd Great, and ever been
Partaker of the World's best Benefits)
Had plac'd her self, hearing her Lord should pass
That way, where She unseen in Secret was;