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ACT. V.

Scene London.
Enter King Henry in a rich Robe, under a Canopy: The Queen and Prince followed by Warwick, and Guards, with their Swords drawn. Shouts, and Acclamations. They pass over the Stage. The Scene changes to the Palace. Enter King Henry, Queen, Prince, Warwick.
Qu.
Now, Sir, you are King again, this valiant Lord
Has left the horrid desarts of Rebellion;
Where he, and all his glorious deeds were lost,
And found the Road of Honour.

War.
I confess,
Fortune did mislead me, and I the Kingdom,
To give your Royal Rights to a false Prince,
Who has the Royal bloud, no Royal Vertues;
So has no right to Crowns those vertues gain'd.

Hen.
I give you thanks, my Lord, for your great gifts;
Life, Freedom, and a Crown; I call 'em gifts,
'Cause you can take 'em from me, or let me keep 'em.
To Life, and Freedom, I have a clear Title;
Because I ne're did any ill, to forfeit 'em.
But oh! I am afraid to wear the Crown
For fear I share the murder that procur'd it.

Qu.
Oh! Spiritless Prince! born for a Chain, a Prison:
What if your Grandfather murder'd his King?
Must you take Physick for his sicknesses?
Nay, must you dye? for a Kings Crown and Life
Go both together; So King Richard found it.

Pr.
Sir, all our lives wholly depend on yours.
And for one fault of my dead Grandfather,
Which he perhaps repented, will you punish
Thousands? You will sin to lose a Crown,
More than my Grandfather did do to gain one.

Qu.
If you will doom your self to be depos'd,
Because the Crown was gotten by ill means;
By the same law
You may hang half your Kingdom:
If men by inheriting their Fathers Fortunes,
Inherit the Crimes, by which their Fathers gain'd 'em,
Where is the Nation wou'd not deserve hanging?

War.
Sir, talk no more; you are, and shall be King.
All power is from Heav'n, Earth, or Hell.
Heav'n send's you his consent in my sucess,
The People send you all their votes in me;

Hen.
My Lord, I have a Conscience I'll not part with
For this and many Kingdoms; but you tell me,
That Royal Virtue first gave royal Power;
Now I have Royal Virtue, Edward none;
And therefore I must Reign, and he be ruin'd.
Oh! my Lord, this is a confounding principle.
If Kings may lose their Rights for want of Virtue,
And Subjects are the Judges of that Virtue;
Then Kings are Subjects, and all Subjects Kings:
And by that Law that Subjects may destroy
Their Kings for want of Virtue, other Subjects
May think those Subjects Rogues, and cut their throats.
Thus Babel might be builded, but no Kingdom.

Pr.
Sir, if you be no King, we are all Rebels,
And ought to dye.

War.
And you shall reign or dye;
If you refuse the Crown, I'll carry it back;
And with it both your heads, to ransom mine.
I'll quench your lives, as Mariners wou'd do
False lights, that lead their Vessels to destruction.

Qu.
Why do you pause, Sir, will you rather dye,
And let your Son dye too, e're be a King?

Hen.
Powerful Nature is too hard for me.
Will it not cost more bloud, if I shou'd Reign?

War.
The VVar is at an end, Edward's my Pris'ner;
Not only doom'd by Heaven unfit to Reign;
But by his flesh and bloud, his Brother Clarence,
VVho has revolted from him, and brought all
His Troops to mine, and to create between us
A lasting league, marries my youngest Daughter.

Pr.
And I have given my heart, Sir, to her sister.
Oh! do not make me wretched every way.

Hen.
Oh! Nature conquer's me!

Qu.
Oh! happy conquest.

Pr.
Upon my knees, Sir, I return you thanks.

Enter George.
War.
See, here come's he, who gallantly to serve
His King and Country will forsake his Brother.

Geo.
I thought my blood derived a Crown to us,
But now I find it derives only Treason,
To clear the taint, I come to set it boyling
Over a flaming zeal for the Kings service.

War.
VVhat think you now, Sir? do you judge your title
Good, when your very Enemies proclaim it?

Hen.
I find it's Heav'ns will, that I shou'd Reign.
My noble Friends, let me embrace you both.
My Lord of Warwick you are fortunate,
I must beg you to rule, for I'm afraid,
My thwarting Stars will blast this blessed Land.

War.
Your Majesty is wise, to foresee evils,
And good, that you wou'd save your people from 'em.
Here stands a Prince most worthy of command.

Geo.
The world has not more worth, than th' Earl of Warwick.

Hen.
Give me your hands, I joyn you both together.
I make you both Protectors of the Kingdom,
Rule you, while I wait only on devotion.

Qu.
So, now, my Son, thy inheritance is safe.

Pr.
May I be happy in my Mistress too?

Qu.
Yes, if the King consent.

Hen.
With all my heart.

War.
The Marriages shall then be both this minute.

Hen.
VVith whom is Edward trusted?

War.
With my Brother,
The Arch-bishop of York.

Geo.
I'm told he gives him liberty
To hunt; and let's him go out slender guarded.

War.
I will have that reform'd; in the mean while,
We openly will proclaim Edward a Traytour,
And seize his Lands.

Geo.
Let's guard this City well;
He has friends here, chiefly among the Women;
And they rule men.

Scene London. Enter Edward, Richard, disguis'd.
Ed.
Usurping Henry, and false changing Warwick
Little think certain ruin is so near 'em.

Ric.
I cannot tell what absolution
The Priest of York may give his Brother Warwick,
For all his horrid perjury's and Treason's,
Warwick will give him none for your escape.

Ed.
I shou'd be sorry if mine host, th' Arch-bishop,
For all his civil entertainment of me,
Shou'd have his reck'ning paid him with an Ax.

Ric.
So shou'd I too, for if instead of giving you
The publick Freedom, which you had to hunt;
He had confin'd you to Domitians chace,
Only to hunt flyes in a bedchamber,
You had not now been here to hunt his Brother.
Well, Sir, Go you to all your City Friends,
I'll to the Court; I have intelligence,
How I may easily surprize your Enemies,
If it be feazible, I'll venture on it.—

[Ex
The Scene a Chapel.
Prince, George, their Brides, and a Priest at the Altar; near 'em King Henry, Queen, Warwick, Guards, Attendants.
A Shout; Enter an Officer.
Off.
Arm! Arm! Arm! Lord Edward's in the City.

War.
Thou art mad.

Off.
I wish I were. I say, Lord Edward
Is in the City.

War.
In the Womens hearts?

Off.
No, in the head of Troops of men and Women.
There's nothing that can get a Pike or Spit,
But cry they'l live and dye by brave King Edward.
Richard is with him; they are all marching hither.

War.
Oh! good Arch-bishop,
You are a faithful Brother,
We are very wise to trust our souls with priests,
When their own Brothers cannot trust their heads with 'em.
I know this Trayt'rous Priest has sold my head
To Edward, for th' Archbishoprick of Canterbury.

Hen.
Do not too rashly censure an Archbishop.
Edward might 'scape by wiles.

War.
How? cheat a Priest?
Then he deserves the Kingdom for his cunning.
Do you think it is easie to cheat priests,
Who by the help, but of some barbarous words;
As, Entity, Unity, Verity, Bonity,
Qniddity, Quantity, Quality, Causality,
Have conjur'd all you Kings out of their Kingdoms?
And Edward cheat a Priest,
Who let a VVidow cheat him of his Kingdom?
Oh! but you'll say, a VVoman cheated Adam.
But Priests cheat women, cheat 'em too of things
Dear to 'em as their lives, their bawdy secrets.
They make S. Peter's Keys
Open all Italian locks—enough of prating.
I'll go beat Edward, and then hang my Brother.
My Lord,
Draw up your Troops; you, Sir, stay here:
[To K. Hen.
You are unfortunate,
I do not care,
To have your curs'd Stars among my men.

[Ex.
Qu.
I'll follow, and do you, Son, leave your Bride,
And go with us, for I'm resolv'd to see thee
Heir to the Crown, or dying at my Feet.

[Ex.
Pr.
Fear nothing, Love, I shall return victorious
Your Royal blessing!—

[Kneels to the King.
Hen.
VVhat sad divining thoughts are these within me?

Pr.
Oh Sir, why do you weep?

Hen.
For thee, my Son.
I'm bound in duty to thy soul to tell thee,
Something from Heaven suggests our deaths are near.
Thou first must dye, I must behold the loss
Of all that's dear to me, and then must dye.

Pr.
Oh Sir!—

Hen.
'Tis so! we never in this world
Must meet again.

Pr.
Oh how shall I be able
To fight, when e're I see the enemy,
My King and Father wounds me to the heart?
See, my Love's weeping too, I'm shot o'both sides;
And in my heart the deadly Arrows meet:
I'll rather run among the Enemies Swords,
Than here be kill'd with sorrow by my Friends.

[Ex.
Geo.
So, now will I go joyn my Brother Edward:
(Aside.)
I am secure of Warwick's beautious daughter.
Now let the Devil take Warwick and his Treason,
He made me take that brass Coin with his Daughter;
But I will pay him the damn'd portion back again.
He made me swear he'll say, but war's a game,
And so is Love, and Gamesters Oaths are nothing.
My Brothers Souldiers are got in the palace,
[An Alarm.
They seek their Enemies, but shall find Friends.

[Ex.
An Alarm.
Enter Richard, George, Souldiers, and seize Henry and the Women.
Ric.
How now! thou Traytour! thou unnatural Traytor!

Geo.
Thou wrong'st me, I am as Loyal as thy self.
VVhat I have done, was only in design
To gain this beauty, and now she is mine
My Loyalty is mine.

Ric.
Can this be true?

Geo.
Thou saw'st it true, thou saw'st I fought for thee.

Ric.
Thou didst; but I believ'd it was thy Cowardize,
That made thee now betray thy Friend, as lust
Made thee betray thy Brother.

Geo.
It is false.
And if I don't appear to day in Battel,
As valiant, and as Loyal as thy self,
I'll kill my self.

Ric.
Do that, and I'll embrace thee.
But let's away: our Royal Brother wants us.—

[Ex.
The Scene the Field.
Enter VVarwick, Queen, Prince, guards.
Qu.
Oh! cursed Traytour! why wou'd you e're trust
One that was always false?

War.
I was bewitch'd,
To trust a man, who had betray'd his Brother.

Pr.
My Fathers words now sink into my breast;
He said at parting, we shou'd never meet
On Earth again.

War.
VVell if the Villains murder him,
I will revenge his bloud, and make you King.
VVhen e're I went to work to make a King,
I, ne're yet fail'd, whatever stuff I had;
But hark the Traytors come! let us fall on.

[Ex. Trumpets.
An Alarm.
Enter Edward, Enter Lady Elianor in mans habit.
La. El.
Turn this way, Edward; here's an Enemy,
Thirsts for thy bloud.

[La. El. and Ed. Fight, La. El. falls.
Ed.
VVhat bold young man is this?
Thou art dispatch'd, I wonder who thou art.

La. El.
Look on me well—see if thou dost not know me.

Ed.
May I believe my eyes!

La. El.
Thou may'st, King Edward,
They speak more truth, than e're thou didst to me.

Ed.
Oh! killing sight!

La. El.
VVou'd thou hadst never seen me,
The cold Earth had not been my Death-bed then,
Nor had I needed (as I do) two graves,
One for my self, the other for my name.

Ed.
Oh Heaven!
How have I wrong'd this beautious Creature!
First robb'd her of her Fame, now of her Life!

La. El.
Ah! Monarch, do I merit this for Love?

Ed.
Oh no, but I deserve a thousand plagues;
And I have here with my own hand-broke open
A fair Pandora's box to let 'em out,
To fly about my head.

La. El.
Indeed, King Edward,
My injuries have already found thee out,
Have driven thee from thy throne, how far will drive thee,
I cannot tell, I will not curse thee now:
Cursing is not a language spoke in Heaven,
And I am very near that glorious Kingdom,
Therefore I'll speak the language that is blessing.
May this be the last day of all thy Troubles!
And I be the last woman thou shalt wrong!
May Heaven forgive thy broken Vows, as I do,
And quicklier forget 'em all than thou didst!
And this one poor request I beg of thee:
Since I was all the staine of my great Family,
And I have made thy self, who wert the cause of it,
With thy own Sword, cut out the ruined piece,
Oh hide it, where it may no more be seen,
But be forgot by all, as 'twill by thee!

[Dyes.
Ed.
She's gone! She's gone!
Oh! thou sweet injur'd beauty,
I never shall forget thee whilst I live,
Thy wrongs I fear will haunt my mind and fortune,
In this sweet spot of Earth I fear I've planted
Much mischief for my self; I gather'd all
The Sweets, and now Thorns will spring np to tear me.

Enter an Officer.
Offi.
Oh Sir, the Earl of Warwick ranges o're
The Field, with so much fury, and success
Your Troops are just upon the point of flying.

Ed.
My punishment so soon pursue my Crime!
This beauties wrongs steel that proud Rebels Sword,
And give it all the kneenness that it has
Oh Heav'n hide thy eyes from this sweet Creature,
At least for this one hour; and here I vow,
I will give o're robbing such spicy Isles,
And take an honest dwelling at my own,
Lest sailing to a fro a Tempest fall,
That shall revenge the injuries of'em all.

[Ex.
Enter Edward and VVarwick Fighting, VVar. falls.
Ed.
Now I am King of England, and I owe,
My Crown to my own Sword, and not to thine.

War.
Insult not, Edward, for I am not kill'd
By thee, but Henries cursed Destiny.
I'm crush'd under the wheels of his damn'd fortune,
I am ground all to pieces by his Stars.
My fortune sickned when I first came under 'em;
Truth is, my Spirit led her such a dance,
She cou'd not keep me company, but tyr'd,
Now sit's her down, and like a poor cast Whore,
Is glad to be pick'd up by any body.
Now thou maist banish fear, for I am dying;
Who, when I liv'd, cou'd frown thee into a Subject,
Bury thee in the wrinckle of my brow.

Ed.
Talk not of burying Kings, but rather think
Of burying all thy Crimes in penitence.

War.
My greatest Crime is, that I e're serv'd thee,
Whose base ingratitude has ruin'd me;
I gave thee Kingdoms, and thou giv'st me death.

[Dyes.
Ed.
I ne're wrong'd thee, nor didst thou e're serve me,
Thou hast been wrong'd by nothing, but my ignorance,
And hast serv'd nothing, but thy vanity;
And nothing else I fear will e're reward thee.

Enter George, Richard, and Guards.
Geo.
Now, Sir, I hope you will forgive my errours
For Beauties sake, for Beauty drew me in,
And you have felt the mighty power of Beauty.

Ed.
Brother, your errours are all buried under
Heaps of my Enemies, you have kill'd to day.
I have dispatch'd my greatest Enemy;
Warwick will make, and unmake no more Kings.

Ric.
And the bold Amazon Queen, and insolent Boy,
Her fierce Son Edward, are both taken Prisoners.
I've order'd, Sir, they shall attend you here.
And here they are.

Enter Queen, Prince, Guarded as Prisoners.
Ed.
So, Madam!—and young Edward,
What satisfaction will you make to me,
For all the Mischief you have done my Kingdom,
And all the Trouble you have given me?

Pr.
What satisfaction wilt thou make my Father,
Me, and the Kingdom, for thy bold usurping
My Fathers Crown, and my inheritance,
Ruining us, and slaughtering our people?

Qu.
Oh! that thy Father had been so resolv'd!

Ric.
That so your Distaff might have been our Scepter.

Pr.
Why, how now Æsop? Nay, mistake me not,
Æsop I mean in Body not in mind.

Ric.
Brat!—I will crush thy brains out.

Ed.
Hold, forbear—
He is a Boy.

Ric.
Why, then to School with him,
To learn him manners.

Pr.
If I learn thy manners,
The Devil must be my Tutour.

Ed.
Hold your peace,
You foolish Child.

Geo.
The Boy's too malapert.

Pr.
The man is too perjur'd, I mean perjur'd George,
And you are all Traytors to me your Prince.

Ed.
How now, proud Boy? take that.

[Strikes him with his hand.
Ric.
Nay, then take that—

Geo.
And that for twitting me with Perjury.

[Rich. and Geo. draw, and kill him.
Qu.
Oh! they have kill'd my Son—oh murderers!
Oh! kill me too.

Ric.
Marry with all my heart!

[The Qu. swoons upon the Prince.
Ed.
Hold, Brother, we have done too much already.
Why wou'd you cruelly kill the poor Boy?
I struck him in my Choler, but I meant him
No farther harm.

Ric.
Who cou'd forbear?—besides,
Shou'd we have let him live to cut our Throats?

Geo.
What wou'd have grown up with him but Rebelion?
Why shou'd a Sprig grow up to be a Tree,
That wou'd breed nothing else but Caterpillars?

Ed.
His Mother Swoon's, use means for her recovery.

Qu.
Oh, my dear Son is kill'd! my Son is kill'd!
Speak to thy Mother, Son! can'st thou not speak?
Oh murd'rers, Butchers, Traytors, Cannibals.

Ric.
Hence with this rayling Woman.

Qu.
Ay hence with me,
Out of the world; I prithee, Richard, kill me:
Murder is all the Almes thou givest the miserable;
Bestow thy bloudy Charity upon me;
Have pity on a Queen that begs it of thee.

Ric.
We pity not those that are born to beggery;
If thou dost beg, 'tis but thy native poverty.

Ed.
Insult not o're a miserable Woman;
Madam, I pray go hence, you shall be us'd
With all respect.

Qu.
All the respect of Murderers
Is death; Oh! bloudy George do thou bestow it.

Geo.
I swear I will not do thee so much kindness.

Qu.
Ay, but thou usest to forswear thy self.

Ed.
Madam, pray go—

Qu.
Oh! Edward, Richard, George,
Be it to you, and yours, as to this Prince,
For 'twere a shame the Sons of Executioners
Shou'd e're be Kings.

Ric.
Away, with her!—away with her.
[The Guard lead out the Qu. and carry out the Pr.
Now I will to the Tower to dispatch Henry,
(Aside.
Till he be kill'd our work is done by halves.

[Ex.
Geo.
Sir, If you please, I'll visit my young Bride.

[Ex.
Ed.
I have a Beautious Bride to visit too—

[Ex.
Scene, a Room in the Tower, Henry Sleeping. Enter the Ghost of Richard the Second.
Gh.
Wake, Henry, wake to weep, then sleep for ever;
Thy Kingdom's gone, thy only son is kill'd,
A Dagger is preparing for thy Bosom;
And when thy bloud is shed, my bloud will sleep.
I'm that King Richard, whom thy Grandfather
Depos'd, and murder'd; and both long and loud
My bloud for vengeance call'd, and vengeance had,
First in the wounded Conscience of thy Grandfather,
Whom all the Royal Oyntment cou'd not heal.
He liv'd in trouble, and he dy'd with horror.
And next on the short life of thy great Father;
Who liv'd no longer than to beget thee,
Who hast lost all the glories of thy Father,
And dost inherit nothing but the curses,
Due to thy Grand-father; nor doe's the storm
Of vengeance only fall on the Usurpers,
But on the Souls, and miserable Race
Of all the Traytors, and the Fools, that Flatter'd
Thy Grandfather's successful Villany;
Who did not know, Kings cannot dye alone.
And now their names are rotting, Children dying,
Their Houses burnt on Earth, their Souls in Hell.
Grin at your Grandfathers, you dying wretches
Cover'd all o're with shame, and dust, and bloud:
For this Estate their Villany conveigh'd you,
Th' ascending dirty Vapours of the Earth
Breed all the Storms ith' Ayr. When e're Oh! England,
Thou hast a mind to see thy Cities fir'd,
Thy people slaughter'd, and thy Country desolate,
Send all the dirty Traytours in the Kingdom
To climb the Royal Rights, and Throne invade,
Then a high road for vast destruction's made.

The Ghost goes out, and enters with soft Musick one clad in a white Robe.
Spir.
Let not this frightful Vision, pious Henry,
Disturb thy gentle Soul; it is not rais'd,
To breed a storm, now thou art near thy Haven;
Rather to calm the Tempest in thy mind,
By pointing to thee, on what dismal Rock
Thy Kingdom, and thy life are cast away,
The bloudy usurpation of thy Grandfather.
The Crown of England is not made of Clay
The Common people, so can ne're be crumbled
Into that dirt, 'tis not compos'd if it:
Nor made of Iron, the Sword, so cannot rust;
But of unmingled solid lasting Gold,
Of Antient Rights, and 'tis the gift of Heav'n,
Therefore to Heaven only can be forfeited,
Therefore 'tis call'd Imperial and Sacred,
And therefore carefully rail'd in by Laws,
And torn will be his sacrilegious hand,
Who has no Right to it, and yet dares reach it,
And dares presumptuously pretend a Right,
Because he stands upon the peoples heads,
Such was the bold Ambition of thy Grandfather,
And heav'n frowns upon his Sins, not thee:
Then do not think thy self unkindly us'd,
Religious Henry, that Heaven takes away,
What is not thine; all that is truly thine
Thou shalt not part with, but for great advantages,
Thy Son is taken from thee here, to live with thee
Above for ever; thou shalt lose thy life,
Only to exchange it for Eternity;
Lose humble quiet, for exalted Joy;
A taste of which wafted in Heavenly Harmony,
Pure as this lower drossy air admits,
I bring thee down to raise thy Spirits high.

A SONG
Sung by Spirits to King Henry as he lies asleep.

They Vanish; and Henry wakes.
Hen.
What have I seen and heard?—Oh! come my murderers,
And set me forwards on my way to Heaven,
Whilst I've such rich provisions for my journey.
Enter Richard and the Keeper.
Here comes my murderer, less horrid to me
In bringing Death, than bringing to my sight
The horrid Author of my sweet Son's death.
For so in dream it was reveal'd to me.
My bloudy Grandfather destroy'd King Richard,
And now a bloudy Richard destroys me.

Ric.
Go, leave us to our selves, we must confer.

Hen.
What bloudy Scene has Roscius now to Act?

Ric.
Do you suspect me? fear haunt's guilty minds;
The Thief thinks every bush an Officer.

Hen.
The Bird that sees the Bush where once it self
Was lim'd, and it's sweet young lim'd caught and kill'd,
Cannot but hover round it with misdoubt.

Ric.
What an aspiring Fool was he of Creet,
VVho taught his Son the office of a Fowl?
And drown'd the Boy by teaching him to fly.

Hen.
Indeed my Boy was Icarus, thy Brother
Edward the Sun that did dissolve his wings,
And thou the gulph that swallowed up his life.
But many a thousand wretched Father more,
And many an Orphans water-standing-eye,
And many a Widows Groan, and old man's Sigh
Shall rue the Hour that ever thou wast born.
When thou wast born, nature by horrid signes
Gave notice to the world of coming Mischief;
The Birds of night did shrieke and cry to tell,
That Hour there was a Child of darkness born.
Winds blew down Trees as hell were making gallowses,
Thy mother had a kind of Hellish pain
As She had been in labour of a Devil.
Thy legs came first, and thou wert born with Teeth,
And cam'st to bite—

Ric.
I'll hear no more—dye, Prophet,
[Stabs Hen.
For this (among the rest) I was ordain'd!

Hen.
I, and for much more slaughter after this.
Heaven forgive me my sins, and thee this murder!

Ric.
Thou didst say truth, I came with my legs forward
Into the World, but 'twas to o're take thee,
And all that stand between the Crown and me.

Enter the Lieutenant.
Ric.
What noise is that?

Lieu.
The King is coming, Sir,
And all the Court with him, to see the Prisoner,
And comfort him; the King intends to keep
His Court here till his Coronation.

Rich.
Nay, then I must be gone, he will be angry
At what I've done—

[Ex.
Enter Edward, George, Train, Guard.
Ed.
Where is your prisoner?

Lieu.
He's murder'd.

Ed.
Murder'd? Oh! thou bloudy Villain
Durst thou do this, when I commanded thee
To give him all Princely respect and usage?

Lieu.
Sir, on my knees I do beseech you hear me:
Your Brother, my Lord Richard, came to visit him,
And was left with him by his own command,
And now he's fled; that none but he cou'd do this deed.

Geo.
Sir, I believe him; this is like my Brother.

Ed.
Heaven to his crooked shape has bent his soul.
He was design'd for mischief, and thrust forward
Unfinish'd in the World to lose no time
And I believe if we don't watch him narrowly,
He'l make no scruple to use us as rudely,
For crowding rudely into the world before him;
But I believe I'm safe, England, by this time,
Has had enough of Rebels, and Usurpers.
I fancy now the Sons of those poor Gentlemen,
Those honest foolish cheated Gentlemen,
Who did turn Rebels but they meant no harm,
Who fought their King, slaughter'd their Friends, and Kinsmen,
Destroy'd their Country, but they meant no harm,
And for reward had all their houses burn'd,
Their Wives and Daughters ravished, their lands seiz'd,
And themselves knock'd o'th' head, but meant no harm.
I say, I fancy their unhappy Off-spring
Will prove exceeding honest Loyal Subjects,
For by their Fathers Ruine they have learnt VVit.

Geo.
That's all a Nation gets by Civil War.

Ed.
Yes, with the Prodigal they learn, 'tis better
Obeying their Kings, the Fathers of their Country,
Than run and wast their Fortune and their Liberties,
And do the drudgeries of proud Usurpers,
Who will perhaps set 'em to keep their Swine.
And after a long beggery and slavery
Return with shame and sorrow to their Loyalty.
Take up the Body of that unfortunate Prince,
I will bestow Royal interrement on it.
His, and the Kingdom's dreadful Ruines prove,
A Monarch's Right is an unshaken Rock,
No storms of War nor time can wear away,
And Wracks those Pirates that come there for prey.

[Ex.