 | [The Entertainment of the Lords of the Council by Sheriff Ducie] |  |
The last Entertainment full as Noble and worthy as the former, vpon the Saturday ensuing, being the 21. of the same Moneth, at the House of the equally Generous and Bounteous, the Right Worshipfull, Master Sheriffe Ducy.
Flo.
Good Heauen
Hy.
Fye, this is vsurpation meerely,
Speake thrice together? there's no right in this:
Flo.
What's that?
Ado.
I haue the iuster cause to take exceptions,
This is the place I seru'd in, lately seru'd in,
Flo.
Here's a strange sudden boldnesse a'both sides a'me,
Hy.
Wa'st not sufficient grace for you to speake
At the chiefe Magistrates house, there, where that Bower
Was first erected, but to shift your seate
From place to place, pull downe, and then set vp,
I wonder how she scapes Informers, trust me.
Ad.
Beleeue me so doe I, sh'as fauour showne her.
Flo.
So, this becomes you well,
Hy.
There's right in all things,
We might haue kept our places as we held e'm,
There's little Conscience in your dealing, thus,
You might haue left the Lower Bookes for vs,
For our poore seruice.
Flo.
Thus I answere you,
Taking my President from the iust care
Of those cleere Lights of Honour, shining faire
The Trust that was committed to their wise
And discreet Powers (for his Highnesse Vse)
They put not off to others, with excuse
Of wearinesse, or paines; as they begun,
In their owne Noble Persons see all done:
So, by their sweet Example, I that am
Your Queene and Mistris, and may rightly blame,
And taxe the boldnesse of your ruder blood,
I doe not thinke, or hold my selfe too good
In mine owne Person, to commend their Cares
That haue so iustly seru'd their King, in Theirs,
Now you pull in your Heads.
Both.
Pardon sweet Queene.
Flo.
Yet why should Anger in my brow be seene
They came but to shew duty to the Time,
Contention to doe Seruice was their Crime,
That's no ill looking fault; but 'tis still knowne,
“They that giue Honour, loue to doe't alone,
It brookes no Partnership:—To giue this last
Duty her Due, as others before past,
Though it came now from men of meaner Rancke,
Where welth was ne're known to oreflow the bank
Like Spring-Tides of the Rich, that swell more hie,
Yet tak't for Truth, it comes as cheerefully,
All smiling Giuers; and well may it come
With smooth and louing Faces, the small Summe
That they returne, is thousand times repaide
In Peace and Safety, besides Soueraigne Ayde
For each Hearts Grieuance, (to its full content)
By this high Synode of the Parliament;
Before whose faire, cleare, and Unbribed Eyes,
(When it appeares) Corruption sincks and dies,
Secure Oppression once, comes trembling thither
(Stead of her hard heart knoks her knees together
This Benefite is purchas'd, this Reward
To which all Coyne is drosse to be compar'de:
They came but to shew duty to the Time,
Contention to doe Seruice was their Crime,
That's no ill looking fault; but 'tis still knowne,
“They that giue Honour, loue to doe't alone,
It brookes no Partnership:—To giue this last
Though it came now from men of meaner Rancke,
Where welth was ne're known to oreflow the bank
Like Spring-Tides of the Rich, that swell more hie,
Yet tak't for Truth, it comes as cheerefully,
All smiling Giuers; and well may it come
With smooth and louing Faces, the small Summe
That they returne, is thousand times repaide
In Peace and Safety, besides Soueraigne Ayde
For each Hearts Grieuance, (to its full content)
By this high Synode of the Parliament;
Before whose faire, cleare, and Unbribed Eyes,
(When it appeares) Corruption sincks and dies,
Secure Oppression once, comes trembling thither
(Stead of her hard heart knoks her knees together
This Benefite is purchas'd, this Reward
To which all Coyne is drosse to be compar'de:
But, the faire Workes concluded, on all parts,
Your Care, which I place first of all deserts,
And it becomes it, t'as beene nobly Iust,
You haue discharg'd with Honor your hie Trust:
The Cities Loue, I must remember next,
And faithfull Duty, both deuoutly mixt;
And (as the State of Court sets last, the Best,)
His boundlesse Goodnesse, not to be exprest,
That is your King and Master, Blessings fall
Vpon His Actions; Honor, on you All.
Your Care, which I place first of all deserts,
And it becomes it, t'as beene nobly Iust,
The Cities Loue, I must remember next,
And faithfull Duty, both deuoutly mixt;
And (as the State of Court sets last, the Best,)
His boundlesse Goodnesse, not to be exprest,
That is your King and Master, Blessings fall
Vpon His Actions; Honor, on you All.
FINIS.
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